71. Chapter 71: What Year Is It This Evening?
Chapter 71: What Year Is This Eve?
Heine was speechless for a moment.
He was more and more convinced of one thing.
Dylan Gittler must be a direct descendant of Barry.
There was really no one else for this genetic hobby.
Older people always like to reminisce, but Barry’s memories apparently don’t go that far.
He recovered quickly with only a slight emotion and asked:
“What year is it now?”
“September, 772.”
Barry froze, “What kind of chronology is this? Is the perpetual clock in the House of Veritas broken? Who was the Emperor of St. Sittin? What about this Grand Duke of Macara?”
It was Heine’s turn to be confused.
What was the Ten Thousand Year Clock?
St. Sittin he did know, it was the political and cultural center of the Northlands.
The Pale Dome City under the southern mountains, the Holy Helmet City in the Luku Plains, and the ancestral city of Tayaga on the Zanro Plateau.
These were the capital cities of the four countries.
The administrators of the Holy Sistine are appointed by the Shadow Temple.
All Temples are above the power of the King.
And the House of Veritas is above the pantheon.
As for Archduke McCalla ……
That’s a title that you can’t help but hold your breath.
“Here’s the thing.”
Heine took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He told what he knew in as even a tone as he could.
……
Inside another abandoned crypt.
In addition to the one female tree herder that had turned into a spider, the group had slaughtered three separate beasts that were half undead.
Without exception, they all turned into humanoid forms upon death.
There were elves and half-elves.
There was even a Cornu.
Standing next to the corpse that was no more than one meter and five feet tall, someone was amazed:
“I only know that the Cornu people believe in the most primitive elements, I didn’t realize that they could also be tree herders ……
“Could it be that the ‘life’ that the Cornu believe in and the ‘nature’ that the elves pursue are the same thing?”
Ryan shook his head, “That statement of yours sounds blasphemous, like the heretics who call themselves the Brotherhood are defiling the sacred Shadow.”
“In that case, the holy light ……”
The man subconsciously looked to Catch the Goat.
The latter had four strings attached to his body.
One of them was thick and bright, and the initial one was already thin.
They found four tubes this time as well, and then watched as the guy sucked all the holy light through.
The golden soul fire was now becoming more and more blinding.
But strangely enough, it was merely blinding and not overbearing at all.
One could even say that after the originally uncomfortable holy light was absorbed by the catching sheep, it was like a wild hyena being tamed into a good boy.
It instead exuded a charming warmth that drove away the nasty cold of the Northlanders.
If a different understanding of shadows and life is even blasphemy against the gods ……
then what is this scene before us?
“If it’s such a gentle holy light, I guess I don’t hate it.”
Someone whispered.
His companion immediately tugged on his arm, signaling him to keep his mouth shut.
That’s when Shadow suddenly crouched down next to the pipe.
“There really is …… here too.”
The young girl whispered.
“1768-2-27-01-03.”
She read the string of numbers off, and compared it to the numbers she had recorded in her palm earlier.
The same line of numbers was underneath the first three pipes.
The front was identical, only the last item was numbered 01, 02, and 04 respectively.
Someone came over to take a look and immediately showed off, “This is the discarded Ten Thousand Years Clock Chronology, which was discontinued 772 years ago.”
“Why was it discontinued?” Shadow asked curiously.
Another person snatched the answer, “That year happened to be the first millennium that the Ten Thousand Year Clock was used, called something like the Year of Freedom. The four nations signed the Four Nations Pact, led by the House of Truth.
“If you had nothing better to do than to serve a year or two at the Relic Excavation like I do, you’d know that too.
“Those big guys that were dug up were labeled with these, basically triple digits.”
“Thanks.”
Shadow thanked him, silently deciphering the string of numbers.
It meant that the storage well in front of him had been established on 2/27/768.
As for the “01”, it probably meant it was the first one.
“Just how many more are there?”
She couldn’t decide for a moment.
……
Barry listened to it all calmly. The existence of the Four Nations Convention.
The blockade of the McCalla Mountains.
The McCalla Mountains, or Viscount Severn, and the dismal state of the Gitler family today.
Barry was calm as if he were listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.
If it wasn’t for the occasional movement of his eyelids, Heine would have thought he had turned into a statue.
After listening, Barry’s gaze fell on the feather on the brim of Sa General’s hat.
That’s when his eyes wavered more, but that was all.
“How much time has passed since your time in Sabelia?”
“A wood elf told me he was an elf ranger over 2600 years ago, a great hero.”
“A hero?”
Gitil just snorted.
“So, he’s dead right?”
“Uh …… The story says he was last seen in the Eagle’s Nest, which was about eight hundred years ago, and hasn’t been seen or heard from since.”
He didn’t say that Chief Sa’s current persona was Sabelia.
He had a hunch.
The other party’s presence here had something to do with Sabelia, or more likely, a grudge.
Barry nodded at the tabletop, his mouth rambling:
“So eight, maybe nine hundred years have passed since I was locked up here? Doesn’t make much difference, and it doesn’t seem that long in elven terms, that Silverwing kid is still alive and well.
“It’s the Wood Elves up there …… Oh no no, it’s the ‘Night Elves’ you’re talking about, and yes, they’ve changed their name, and changed this forest to something like the Whispering Forest… …What an awful name, it seems they didn’t toss it around much.
“In that case, how did you get in? Oh, it was this feather that brought you in …… It doesn’t have a soul on it, nor does it have a meta-spirit, so it’s only possible that someone is using it, could it be this guy ……”
Rather than asking, Barry deduced the conclusion by talking to himself.
He looked toward Sasori and beckoned to him, and Sasori’s body moved forward uncontrollably, bringing his head closer to the other.
Mr. Sa exclaimed, “Crap how can he still pull people? Isn’t that a Dark Knight’s skill?”
Guardian Iris: “It’s a mage’s Dabi Pocket, this dude is a multi-professional.”
(Note: Obito Doodle means “Mage’s Hand.”)
Teacher Xia: “It makes sense, he set his lair at this level, either he has no hope for the rest of his life or he’s being held captive, so I guess it’s good to be idle, so he might as well practice them all.”
Listening to them, once a “territory” like a lair is set, it means that it can’t be upgraded anymore.
So Barry knew more than just necromancer skills.
He also knows some mage stuff.
And the fae masters have a close relationship with the meta spirits ……
The abnormal fluctuations of the meta-spirit on those corpses vaguely found their way to the surface.
Heine digested this knowledge and did not act rashly.
…
Barry stared at Chief Sa’s soulfire for a moment.
Doubt, surprise, and finally intense surprise gradually appeared in his cloudy eyes.
“A perfect spirit figurine, how did you do it?”
Hearing the word “spirit figurine”, Heine shuddered.
The first time he had heard someone call his skeleton that was the night he returned to the Burial Ground when he met Hunter Gittler.
He had also seen the word repeated in Carl Elam’s book, How to Become a Psychic.
But it was never explained in the book.
Just judging by the usage of the word, a spirit figurine seems to be a vehicle of some kind.
To be more specific, it is the carrier of the soul, or the “holster” of the soul.
“What is a spirit figurine?” Heine wondered.
“You don’t know? Strange, if you don’t know, how did you do it? Oh that’s normal, your spirit power sucks, you can’t do this level of summoning, the consciousness should be hidden in here ……”
He threw Sasori onto the deconstruction spell.
Heine got up in a hurry.
He couldn’t care less when it came down to it.
“Will this spell …… damage his soul?”
Barry frowned at him at first, then sighed.
“If he’s a living person, this will stop him in his tracks for the rest of his life.
“But he’s undead, and there’s no such nuisance.”
Heine: “But my undead aren’t very normal, they don’t have any of the negative emotions of the undead in them.”
Barry is amused by him.
“You’re really as cute as my little boy.”
However after saying that he instantly changed his face:
“When I say it’s safe, it’s safe, so stop fooling around!”
The invisible mage’s hand fixed all three of them, Heine, Mr. Xia and Wei Temple Iris, in their original positions while the spell formation was activated.
Ghostly green interspersed with silver-colored light drilled into Sa’Quan’s body, actually hardening and separating his soulfire from this body of white bones.
This familiar looking soul fire floated in the air, just like when Heine fed them in the fish pond ……
Even more so, he could see tiny particles of fine silver light being darted in.
Sensing closer, he heard a familiar voice.
“Hurry! Quickly! Hurry!”
As if in a hurry march was drilling into the soul fire of Sa General.
This is actually feeding the fish in ……?
(End of chapter)