??Chapter 201: Chapter 187: The Secret of Soul Nourishnt_2
Chapter 201: Chapter 187: The Secret of Soul Nourishnt_2
Aige seed indifferent to the proposal, and instead said to Amberser, “It doesn’t matter whether we negotiate with the Fury Tide Kingdom or not. You decide, that’s not what I need.”
“Hm? Captain Aige, you an you have other requests? Just say it, I’ll do my best to help you,” said Amberser.
It was truly unexpected, and given that Aige had suffered losses, Amberser felt obligated to compensate. In business, both parties must benefit for sustained success; one party gaining an advantage was sure to lead to a breakdown in negotiations.
“Do you know why I am willing to help you find this Divine Artifact?” Aige asked.
Amberser shook his head, certain that it was not just for the sake of Withered Rose’s face. Withered Rose wasn’t particularly close to Captain Aige, and the favor wouldn’t naturally extend this far.
Aige explained, “It’s because the Society Leader told
you could help
solve a long-standing problem and figure out why my father cannot be resurrected.”
“The Society Leader? He knows … no, sorry I asked a foolish question.”
Amberser felt he was off base as soon as he began speaking. How could the Society Leader not know him when it was that very individual who had placed the Necromancy Codex beside his coffin? Perhaps the Society Leader knew him very well.
“Captain Aige, even the Society Leader can’t answer your question?” Amberser asked curiously.
Without a doubt, the leader of the Elegy Poetry Society was a mysterious and formidable character. Amberser guessed that not even his teacher, the God of Alchemy, could compare. The deity’s identity was a certainty, only the specific deity was unknown.
Aige had been pursuing this question for many years, even longer than the history of Laine’s nation-building. Why hadn’t the Society Leader given her an answer yet?
Aige had a nostalgic expression as she said, “I don’t know. At first, I thought it was because my consciousness was very weak. As a ghost ship, in the beginning, I could only sail the seas by instinct, occasionally devouring the souls of stray sailors. Back then, I couldn’t even use the Necromancy Codex. By the ti I realized it was a Divine Artifact, I still hadn’t learned to speak, so I called myself Mute.”
“At that ti, when I asked the Society Leader, he always said that the answer to this question would eventually appear and asked
to wait patiently. I thought it was because I was too weak and unworthy of seeking this answer. So I kept trying to beco stronger, until recently, the Society Leader suddenly told
that the answer to this question would soon co, and that you’re the key.”
But Amberser helplessly said, “Unfortunately, I can’t help you. I have no leads so far.”
But Aige took out the hourglass and said, “No, we’ve already found a clue, and it was you who helped
find it.”
Amberser exclaid in surprise, “You don’t an you want
to go back to the past and save your creator, do you? That’s impossible.”
It was an impossibility. What had happened was set in stone; regardless of what Amberser would do, he could never bring back Aige’s creator. Things that hadn’t yet occurred could be influenced by going back to the past. To save Harvey, Amberser needed to act before his death, not after—the latter had no chance of success.
The force of destiny governed the world as a straight line from the past to the future, without twists and turns. Occasionally, so individuals could go against the current, but the river of ti never changed its course because of them.
Only the ignorant would believe they could change history.
“No, that’s not what I ant. Feel it closely, see what’s special about this Divine Artifact. When I first got it, I felt that this artifact had its own consciousness, as if it had a soul,” Aige handed the hourglass to Amberser.
As soon as Amberser took it, he imdiately understood what Aige ant.
This artifact was desperately trying to escape from his grasp; it was sothing alive.
Amberser was an expert in souls, even more sensitive than Aige. As his fingers slid over the hourglass, a faint glow illuminated on the artifact, forming the familiar face of Arthur Laine.
Amberser said curiously, “A Heroic Spirit combined with a Divine Artifact? It’s beco like the Ghost Ship.”
Could lifeless objects develop their own souls? The answer was affirmative, with the Ghost Ship being one example, although the conditions for the Ghost Ship’s formation were extrely stringent…
After carefully sensing this weak Heroic Spirit, Amberser finally discovered what made this soul different.
Excitedly, Amberser said, “I get it now! This isn’t Arthur Laine’s actual soul at all; he simply made a powerful wish upon the artifact, then nurtured this wish with his own power, allowing it to grow into a Heroic Spirit.”
“Captain Aige, your creator did the sa; his feelings for you were so deep that in his last battle, his strongest wish was for you to possess true consciousness. This wish turned into a seed, and after being nurtured, it grew into what you are now, so…”
Aige fell silent for a mont, then continued Amberser’s last sentence, “Father used his own soul as nourishnt for the seed of the wish, allowing
to be born. Therefore, Father’s soul is contained within my soul. To resurrect him would be like carving out a piece of my own soul, which is why the Wishing Spell failed, as it cannot harm the wisher in such a direct manner. That ans, if I’m willing to risk damaging my soul, it’s still possible to bring him back to life.”
At this, Aige imdiately beca excited.
However, Amberser shook his head and said, “No, it’s not like that. Captain Aige, there’s a misunderstanding in your understanding of the process. Your father’s soul is not within yours nor is it a part that belongs to him.”
“For example, when humans consu food, it converts into their energy and flesh. Every drop of blood and every fiber of their muscle have rged with the food. How could you possibly revert this food back to its original state? By carving out so flesh from a living person? Impossible. Once consud, food ceases to exist as such.”
“The Wishing Spell could not kill you or reverse the soul’s fabric back to its original form in ti. When you used the Wishing Spell to create your father’s body, you didn’t reverse the process of fish and shrimp that had been consud but created a similar corpse out of thin air.”
“So, my suggestion is, next ti use the Wishing Spell to create an image of your father from your mory. Though it would be a false substitute, it is the only way.”
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