When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Chapter 304 Aiwass’s Death Card Chapter 398: Chapter 304 Aiwass’s Death Card “A haunted hotel?”

The Priest, holding bread in both hands, fell into contemplation.

“I seem to have so impression of it, let think carefully…”

Aiwass, who had posed the question, sat quietly aside, drinking tea.

As the only priest in Eagle Cape Village, the Priest’s family was quite wealthy.

At least the quality of the tea he served to guests was pretty good.

Although it wasn’t as good as the tea Aiwass drank on Glass Island, it could still be considered a fine product.

The breakfast that the old Priest served to Aiwass and the others also tasted very good—with pork that had a bit of fat, tomatoes, sugar, beer, and butter stewed until tender, then ground into a at sauce.

And then sandwiched within bread…

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Even though it was yesterday’s leftover bread, it had been reheated.

The flour used for the bread wasn’t very fine and couldn’t be considered fluffy and sweet, but the reheated whole-grain toast still had a rich wheat fragrance.

Round it up, and it might also be considered a sort of tomato at sandwich.

The thod of eating was self-service.

Bread and at sauce were prepared, and then you could spread it yourself.

Perhaps because the food was quite warm, the flavor was surprisingly good, at least better than the sandwiches sold on the streets of Glass Island.

Even Sherlock ate several more slices.

By now, Aiwass and Sherlock had eaten their fill, and Lily had taken only a taste or two.

All were waiting for Hayna to finish.

And Hayna soon forgot the anomaly that had startled her before, cheerfully introducing to Aiwass, “This is my favorite food from my childhood!

“Although I don’t know if there’s such a dish outside or what it’s called, we kids liked to call it ‘Bishop’s bread.’ Because soone said it’s sothing the bishops eat.

When they eat it, they also spread on a layer of butter, and it has to be made with milk bread…”

She said, and couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, “Of course, it’s all children’s speculation.”

Because she realized halfway through her explanation that three of the four people present often had breakfast in a bishop’s ho.

“…Is that what you call it?”

The old Priest couldn’t help but laugh, “This was taught to by my father.

It’s indeed a craft learned from Glass Island, but it has nothing to do with bishops—it’s a at sauce my father tasted at an inn he stayed in while on Glass Island to get his mitre.

He thought the sauce was very tasty, and my father asked for the recipe, but the chef didn’t tell us.

“So when my father returned ho, he tried many tis to replicate it by mory.

Although he still couldn’t figure out the recipe for that at sauce, he inadvertently created a new one.

The thod beca fixed over ti.

“If anything, it should be called ‘Eagle Cape at sauce.”

It seed that talking about the past could awaken mories.

The old Priest got to this point, suddenly clapped his hands, and rembered sothing, “That haunted hotel you ntioned, I might rember it…

But it seems like it was a very long ti ago.

It should be sothing from my childhood.”

Aiwass nodded, “It should be about sixty years ago.

It’s about ‘haunting,’ so I thought you might know.”

Previously, Aiwass had seen that familiar sapphire-like lake in the first layer of the dream vision during an advanced ritual.

That was the famous Sapphire Lake in Flute Town.

The haunted hotel seed to be midway up the mountain.

Through the windows, one could vaguely make out the circular village at the foot of the mountain.

At that ti, Aiwass made a mistake.

He thought one of the reasons that layer was still a dream was that after the storm ended, the forest had not suffered any damage.

After a normal storm, there should be branches, broken wood, garbage, and animal carcasses everywhere.

He thought it was because Daiya lacked life experience and imagination about storms.

But now it seems…

Although Aiwass was correct in the end, he was mistaken about the process.

—The reason the forest was intact after the storm was because it indeed could remain whole through the storm.

Eagle Cape Village was so nad because it was nestled between a low hill and a high mountain, with Flute Town at the foot of one of the mountains.

To go from Eagle Cape Village to Flute Town required going into the mountain then down again—of course, not needing to cross the highest point, as the greatest altitude in the dense forest they entered the village by was only a third of the mountain’s summit.

The whole Eagle Cape Village was in a basin, connecting two lakes and a swamp.

This place was the section that connected the two mountains.

Normally, such a terrain would be easily flooded by heavy rain.

So when Aiwass saw the village at the foot of the mountains unhard, he imdiately judged it to be fake.

…But now it seems that Daiya was actually correct.

Aiwass laughed at her for not understanding storms; she laughed at Aiwass for not understanding Eagle Cape Village.

She must have truly seen a storm here to have such a vivid impression of that scene.

Since the haunted hotel allowed a clear view of both Sapphire Lake and Eagle Cape Village, but the other lake was not visible, it ant it had to be located on the slope of one of those two mountains, facing the direction of the other mountain.

That is to say, it must be very close to Eagle Cape Village.

Sure enough, the old Priest soon rembered.

“That’s an inn in Alderwood Town to the south.

You have to pass through a swamp to get there directly, so we generally don’t go that way,”

He chuckled bitterly, “As for dispersing the Undead…

that’s sothing we can’t do.

The Undead there are Earthbound Spirits, and not just my father and I, but even a Bishop couldn’t solve that problem.”

“So you’re just leaving it be?”

Sherlock fully leveraged his appearance advantage and spoke frankly.

“We’ve managed it sowhat,” the Priest affird, “The Priest of Alderwood Town has sealed off that inn.

“Because if we directly demolished the inn, the Earthbound Spirit might go mad; but if we leave it be, it will lure passing people.

So, the Priest sealed the inn, blocked the road, and far away—in a place the hallucinations of the Earthbound Spirit can’t reach—he put up warning signs.

There are people watching ahead, and there are barriers in the middle…

Not many people would pass by that way.”

“…Quite a blunt approach.”

Hayna felt sowhat embarrassed, “It’s okay to just leave it there?”

The old Priest didn’t mind at all and laughed heartily, “You’re still too young, little Hayna.

Extraordinary skills are not everything nor always necessary.

A problem that can be solved simply doesn’t always need to be solved with extraordinary skills.

“An Earthbound Spirit must consu humans to maintain its existence, but it can’t leave its dwelling.

There is no need for us to sacrifice several Priests to defeat it head-on—in so sense, the Earthbound Spirit is harmless.

We just need to isolate it in a place where it can’t co into contact with the living, and it will slowly fade away on its own.

“And to do this, we don’t need any Spells, Divine Arts, or rituals.

Just a sign and a few barriers will do.

As far as I know, apart from so fugitives who occasionally flee into it in panic, I haven’t heard of many people going missing around there.

This shows that the effect is not bad.”

The old Priest took a bite of his bread, quite pleased with himself, and chuckled, “This is the wisdom of an adult.”

After breakfast, Aiwass asked the old Priest for directions to the inn and planned to leave.

Hayna seed to care a lot about where that dagger had ended up…

But Aiwass thought it might still be on Hayna, or otherwise, it had fallen into Vivian’s hands.

In any case, it was not sothing that could be found in a hurry, so he acted as if it didn’t exist.

Hayna and Lily went to prepare the materials needed for the night’s ritual.

Aiwass and Sherlock planned to visit the inn.

Aiwass had intended to check it out himself, but Sherlock also requested to co along.

Aiwass naturally didn’t refuse.

He didn’t plan to hide his card-making ability—or to say, as Aiwass pulled out more and more cards, that was bound to be revealed sooner or later.

It was fine as long as those who knew the truth were not a problem.

And Sherlock was clearly on the trustworthy side.

The Earthbound Spirit is a Transcendent with both Earth and Darkness attributes.

It is, on one hand, an Undead without a skeleton, considered the second phase of an Undead; on the other hand, its abilities are very similar to those of an Incubus.

There are two cards that can be used to seal the Earthbound Spirit: the Death card and the Tower card.

Aiwass decided to use the Death Card.

Because the Death Card belongs to the domain of amber, it can be crafted and summoned not with Earth Attribute Mana but with Dark Attribute Mana.

So Aiwass took out his deck of Tarot Cards and found the Death Card.

He sared a layer of Parthia Fragrance Resin on it and buried it in graveyard soil after it dried.

Then he kept it in that state, sealed in a small box…

This was the preparation done.

He also had the materials ready for sealing the Earthbound Spirit—much cheaper than what was needed for the Shadow Demon.

Its core materials were a handful of graveyard soil, so Parthia Fragrance Resin, and a piece of amber.

The remaining materials could be made up of items with a twilight affinity, such as shrouds or coffin fragnts, just being careful not to use living beings or its kind for the offering.

On Glass Island, he might have had to buy so coffin boards and burn them to ashes.

But this requirent was far too easy to et in Eagle Cape Village.

Aiwass went straight to the swamp and filtered so muddy water.

After testing it with a ritual, he found the substance could indeed be used and it had high purity…

so Aiwass simply took several bottles more, preserved them well, and stored them in Lily’s backpack.

Afterward, Aiwass took Sherlock and flew to the southern Alderwood Town on the Gryphon Liz.