Chapter 40 Reaching a consensus
Chapter 40 Reaching a Consensus
How long has it been since you’ve been scared?
In the face of this question, Mr. Sa almost subconsciously gagged, “That’s too many, dude is afraid of being left far behind by his brothers every day ……”
But this time, both of them were not amused.
In the quiet atmosphere, all three realized the seriousness of this problem.
Catch the Goat continued, “Are our senses still normal?
“Have we been skeletons for so long that we have forgotten that this is reality and not a game?
“Do we have only one life?
“These are all questions that need to be taken seriously at this stage. In order to get there, we have to maintain the good lie.
“We must make sure that Heine has no reservations about us, so that we can know enough about what he’s thinking to be able to give targeted information to help him get better.
“It’s a win-win deal, and maybe there’s a chance we’ll become human in the future.”
General Sa: “So you’ve set yourself up as a fallen paladin?”
“Yes, he’ll more than likely just think in that direction of the Lucu Plains. You two need to think about it too, plan it out, so you can at least have a reasonable persona …… like Darlene would be good.”
Mr. Summer: “? Attacking me again?”
Mr. Sa pondered and said, “Then I do have an idea, I could be ‘Jungle Breeze’ Sabelia, this would be a seamless transition from the Blight Bow to the Sigh Bow, this wave would be perfect!”
The pressure came to Mr. Summer.
He couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.
In all fairness, the persona of Daelin was quite good ……
…
Heine, who was quietly listening to all of this, couldn’t help but give a nod to Catch the Goat.
Great.
He was very pleased that the other man was deliberately keeping that distance and separation.
It would be good for both sides.
He would be able to whore out more information, and they would be more at ease with their allegiance.
It’s a true win-win.
It was time to look into what Saberia was all about, and the Blight Bow that Mr. Sa had been thinking about for a long time would have to be prepared for him.
At this point Dylan closed his notebook and let out a long breath.
He had memorized the entirety of Heine’s attempt.
It had literally reshaped his perception of genjutsu!
Dylan suddenly went to the bookshelf and flipped out a book and handed it to Heine.
How to Become a Psychic
The name sounded like a third-rate success study.
“Matt was just fooled by this book, the people in Veritas seem to be studying psychics as well, but it’s obviously impossible for them to bring out the real results, especially displaying them to the people here.”
Dylan laughed to himself.
It looked like he was aware of the reality of the McCalla mountains being blocked off.
“So what are they doing this for ……”
“Who knows, throw out a few whimsical ideas and maybe some fool will try it. Who else here has the ability to work on these things but the Gitilers?”
“At the risk of sounding presumptuous, what’s the relationship between Principal Garey and you?”
“Hunter is my uncle, and Garey’s wife Alice is my sister.”
Heine couldn’t help but look at Dylan twice more.
Principal Garey was almost fifty, but he looked thirty at the most.
“Surprised? My father used to be the same way.”
Dylan once again wore that oozing smile that seriously detracted from the face.
“Want to know why?”
Knowing he was going to play the ethics joke again, Heine simply didn’t answer and looked down, flipping through the book.
Dylan made a fool of himself and grunted dismissively.
…
This book defines a psychic as “an advanced version of a necromancer who can summon spirits”.
I can’t say it’s completely wrong.
Wandering souls are extremely weak, like plankton in the underworld.
They responded to the call as an instinctive behavior, and crossing the barriers did not require the involvement of a genin.
But the Essence Soul is powerful and carries knowledge, and to summon it you must open the passage between the two worlds.
At that point it does need to communicate with the genjutsu.
Also this mentions the difference between active and inert meta-spirits.
This vaguely matches Heine’s experience.
The one that helped him to become invisible was the inert meta-spirit, like the social animal that was pawing at his workstation near the end of the day.
The meta-spirits that made up the spell were much more lively, and they even sent messages to Heine such as “wrong” and “stupid”.
As he watched, the surprise in Heine’s eyes grew.
He turned to the first page and wrote down the author’s name.
Carl Elam.
This guy might actually have something ……
“Can I borrow this book?” He asked.
“Whatever, but I urge you to read less of it.”
“Good.”
Heine put away the book. It was soon lunchtime and Heine met Dylan’s wife Selima.
She was drenched in blood, carrying a half-man tall chopper and a huge hyena hind leg.
It was as if Dylan was used to this scene.
“She’s a Nyss, a former soul hunter for the Shadow Sanctuary, who’s been in a bad mood lately and often goes out hunting for a break.”
Heine thought to herself that this was too hardcore.
Selima suddenly attached herself to Dylan’s ear and said a few words, then looked at Heine with odd eyes and turned around to go into the kitchen.
Dylan was slightly surprised, “When did you and that Nessie …… from the burial ground?”
“Huh?”
Heine looked confused.
He was supposed to be talking about Chiara ……
No, how was that obvious?
“I remember her name is Chiara right? I’m surprised to be honest.”
Dylan’s expression was odd, “She’s the next attendant of the Shadow Temple in Godello City, and she’s theoretically going to keep the Lady of the Dead Whisperer’s honor for the rest of her life.”
Heine was shocked, “So now ……”
“Don’t worry, the requirement is only a ban on debauchery, but abstinence is the norm for clergy in the Northlands, you can still go to her.” Dylan joked, “I’m more curious about how you’re going to melt this ice.”
Heine tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Three years of hot breakfasts in exchange?
Possibly.
Quite a few late-night knee-jerk conversations in the name of asking questions?
Possibly.
What he couldn’t deny was that, as a year-on-year controller with an adult male soul and a strong will, it was perfectly natural for him to pursue such mature women.
He’d always respected his xp.
He just didn’t expect the other person to be in this capacity.
“How did Ms. Selima see that?” He wondered.
“You have the blessing of the Lady of the Dead Whisperer on you, mostly transferred to you by her, and the Nyss can feel it.”
“Blessing?”
Heine gaped.
“Does it have any effect?”
Dylan looked at him with pity:
“Do I look to you like I’m going to be blessed?”
……
Perhaps because Heine gave so little information, this conversation failed to catch the attention of the three brothers.
They were busy making up stories and denting their personas for themselves, so Heine didn’t pay much attention to it.
In the afternoon, Heine, who had recovered his mental strength, then continued his conversation with the other two skeletons.
With the previous experience, plus the fact that the three of them had made a good ventriloquist’s draft, the next conversation went smoothly.
He was given the names Sa and Xia, which were easy to confuse, and then pretended to make a note of their “possible origins” as if they were in a daze.
Sa had always found a way to anchor the Blight Trail, apparently envisioning a way for his Sabellians to do so.
Mr. Natsu, on the other hand, is an unknown male wanderer of the Whispering Forest.
The emphasis is on male.
For the next two days, Heine stayed here.
He spent most of his time learning necromancy with Dylan.
Though his almost poor knowledge of the basics of the “summoning course” made Dylan laugh, his spellcasting skills and comprehension were really good.
Naturally, this was due to the three brothers.
Although they might not be able to play with necromancers, they definitely beat them.
The “mature playstyle” revealed in their words became Heine’s target.
There was always nothing wrong with thinking in this direction.
So this also became a strong proof of “my big brother’s enlightenment is really awesome” as Mr. Sa said.
In addition, by virtue of the “bridge of communication” here, as long as his spiritual power was restored, he would chat with Catching Goat for a few moments.
First, by narrowing down the time and place to confirm the identity of the other party.
Secondly, he also tried to teach the other party some common language.
But he knew all about Catch the Sheep’s “gradual and deliberately stupid” plan.
So one of them didn’t really ask questions, and the other one casually answered questions, and both things progressed slowly.
This also allowed Dylan to record a new piece of knowledge that was of little use:
Dead souls resist remembering anything about the moment of death, and also resist language learning.
……
As twilight fell, Heine, who was recovering her mental powers, was awakened by the sound of rushing footsteps.
He saw Dylan approaching with a stony face and a raven in his pale hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“My raven saw Arthur coming this way.
“He’s carrying a man on his shoulder.”
(End of chapter)