"Suana, do you want to be revived?"
This sudden question in public wasn't a sudden thought. It was an important part of my entire plan.
This wasn't for the sake of the moon elves' internal balance. Actually, the moon elves were suppressed by the dark elves and the Northlands Kingdom of the Elves, so they wouldn't be able to cause much trouble. Rather than the three Northlands Kingdom of the Elves who were already scared witless, I was more worried about Victoria and the dark elves, who were becoming more and more powerful.
Actually, the main reason why I mentioned reviving Harloys was to save myself some trouble.
Harloys was revived, right? The fact that she was alive would be able to withstand any Divine Art or magic. However, I would have to give an explanation for the miracle of reviving the living. Otherwise, I would be in great trouble.
This wasn't some imaginary punishment. This was a real conflict of interest.
Perhaps some Myth-ranked hero would appear in front of me and take my most important subordinate hostage, forcing me to revive some unlucky individual whose bones had already been reduced to dust.
As the saying goes, an innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth. Even for a 'vicious and evil person' like me, once I'm involved in the greatest miracle of this world, I definitely won't be able to escape unscathed.
Countless powerful individuals had lost their most important family members when they were young. Even if they knew that time couldn't be reversed, and that resurrection would require a tremendous price, as long as 10% of them were tempted, I would likely be killed over and over again.
In that case, rather than waiting for those people to come looking for me, I might as well find an excuse and tell them the conditions and limitations of resurrection. Even if some people still refused to give up, most would believe me, which would save me a lot of trouble.
"Suana, I can resurrect you because you're a natural undead."
I wouldn't be so foolish as to tell the truth. Sacrificing a sufficient amount of soul and power in exchange for the resurrection of an undead sounded quite evil and selfish. Although it didn't seem like a good deal, there would always be people who didn't care about other people's lives. I had seen far too many evil cultists who would shout, "I'm only trying to resurrect my family. Who cares about the lives of those lowly commoners? I'm the righteous one!"
If I really said that I could casually revive undead souls whose souls had yet to enter the cycle of reincarnation, then there would probably be countless massacres and blood sacrifices in the entire continent in a short period of time. Perhaps I would even receive the title of "The Man Who Can Destroy the World with a Mere Movement of His Mouth."
This was no joking matter. As long as there was a chance to revive one's family or loved ones, powerful individuals who were viewed as neutral or evil would unhesitatingly slaughter entire cities for their souls. As for powerful individuals who appeared to be on the side of justice, how many of them would be able to resist the temptation of making up for their lifelong regrets?
"This is an accidental product of my research. Natural undead are fundamentally different from ordinary undead. The former are closer to living beings, so as long as I create a custom-made body for them, then use my secret technique to make up for the flaws in their souls, they can be completely resurrected."
Everything I said was the truth, but it wasn't the complete truth. While it was true that the natural undead had more potential than the living, it was much easier to revive them. However, that didn't mean that it was impossible for ordinary undead to revive.
Those who heard my words would likely be misled by me. They would think that what I meant was that Harloys had been able to revive mainly because she was a natural undead.
"Natural undead … those who don't rely on the power of death and are still wandering the mortal plane, there are probably no more than ten of them in the entire world. Indeed, natural undead are fundamentally different from ordinary undead. They don't have the unstoppable bloodthirstiness of the undead, nor do they need the power of death to control their physical bodies. Their interactions with their physical bodies are quite similar to the living. From a certain standpoint, natural undead are the souls of the living who have lost their physical bodies! "
Great Druil Von Cor's assistance was truly on point. As an authority on nature and life, his answer was indeed true. His expression as if he suddenly understood something, as well as his usual reputation, made his exclamation seem incredibly convincing and real.
Natural undead were the undead who were unwilling to die. They would naturally revive without any external help. Such undead would be incredibly powerful, and they would have far greater growth potential than ordinary living beings. Their birth also represented extreme resentment, most likely the result of some tremendous injustice.
Such existences were incredibly rare. The first natural undead in history was Aillé, and the most famous natural undead were me, Harloys, and Suana.
I was the "Undying Roland." My undying nature that surpassed the Cycle of Reincarnation was inconceivable to begin with. Now that I said that natural undead could be revived, it could be said that I had another explanation for my "undying nature" — Roland Mist was a natural undead, and he himself had the ability to revive natural undead. That was why he was undying.
I was probably one of the few existences in the world who simultaneously wielded the power of Holy Light and the power of death. In the Northlands, I had once used the power of light and darkness to create life, which proved my unique mastery of the soul and life.
Not to mention that the other "revived" person was also the natural undead Harloys. All these facts supported each other, which should be enough to form a convincing chain of evidence.
That's right, my method of dealing with this situation was to make the world misunderstand that my method of reviving was limited to natural undead. That way, I would be able to save a lot of trouble.
This wasn't a pure lie. It was impossible to revive a soul that had entered the Cycle of Reincarnation, which meant that it was impossible for me to revive someone who had been dead for a very long time. In that case, if I wanted to revive someone, I would either have to bring their corpse and soul to me in time, or use a vessel to store the deceased soul. This would eliminate 99% of the possibility of reviving someone … Cough — cough — I was getting off topic. At any rate, reviving someone would be far too disruptive to the balance of the world, so it would be better to seal it.
"I, I … I?"
Everyone turned to look at the banshee Suana. She was so scared that half of her body turned transparent. It was likely that she had never even considered the possibility of reviving herself.
"Don't be in such a hurry. You can slowly think about it. I don't have the time to hold a revival ritual for you right now. Once the current troubles are over, I'll go to the Northlands to hold a revival ritual. Relax, and don't be afraid. Both Harloys and I succeeded. Reviving a natural undead isn't difficult at all. "
Everything I said was the truth, as well as misleading. I heaved a sigh of relief as the surrounding elves nodded and exchanged glances with each other.
"Life and death, reincarnation never ends."
Large-scale revivals would definitely break the balance of nature. Perhaps some powerful Nature Faction individual would jump out and fight me to the death. Occasionally reviving a few would be fine, as the Druil individuals who weren't too extreme probably wouldn't go to the extent of fighting me to the death … But when considering how passionate the Nature Faction individuals were and how dangerous the extreme Nature Faction individuals were, I felt that it would be best to stay far away from these streaking enthusiasts in the future.
"… If Druil really dares to make trouble for me, I'll send out my special weapon against Druil — Beifeng!"
I wouldn't say this out loud. After all, if I used such a weapon of mass destruction in the mortal plane, I would likely become public enemy number one as well. At this moment, Suana reacted, but she shook her head as if she intended to refuse.
"… Thank you, Your Highness, but I'm already dead. The rules of nature …"
I gagged her and stopped her from saying anything.
"So you mean that Heloise and I should find a place to dig a hole and bury ourselves?"
"Your Highness, I, I didn't mean that …"
I patted Suana's head and rubbed it. Her spiritual body felt quite smooth.
"Little girl, don't be so stubborn. Learn to accept your elders' good intentions. This is also a type of filial piety."
"Elder …"
Suana paused in surprise as she lowered her head. Her soul flashed, revealing that she was unable to calm down.
"Oh, you don't know yet, do you? Your father was my very first disciple. If that's the case, then you're in the same generation as my grandson, right? "
"What?"
Not only was Suana shocked, even the other elves had expressions of disbelief. The former Elven King of the Tassel Kingdom of the Elves was actually Roland's disciple? What kind of ridiculous story was this?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Back in the day, my name was Roland Blackhand. Adrian was my disciple. Are you really unable to find out about this? Back then, he was the one who stabbed me in the back and successfully killed his own teacher. As expected of a new member of our faction. This brat really did a good job. "
"Right, Heloise was the one who taught me magic. She was the one who taught me ice and death magic. I really do have some sort of fate with the elves, heehee. "
I proudly laughed out loud, but all I received was forced forced laughter. Even the elves probably wouldn't be able to accept the helplessness and shock contained in their laughter.
Since it was already revealed, I might as well reveal everything. From a certain standpoint, my fate with the elves was quite deep. The one who taught me magic was the Gold Elf Heloise, and the magic I learned was used to deal with the elves. I was even tricked by an elven disciple in the process. And, I had chosen this path because of the Mist Kingdom's destruction, and the elves had to take the blame for the Mist Kingdom's destruction … I felt like I was in a food chain.
The elves betrayed Heloise, and Heloise, who was filled with hatred, taught Emperor Yongye. Emperor Yongye caused the scariest calamity in elven history … The God of Fate was right. Sometimes, fate's arrangements were ironic and dramatic. Everything was like fate itself. The cause of betrayal resulted in the destruction of the elves. That invisible chain of cause and effect was truly an indescribable "coincidence".
Right, Adrian killed his own daughter, and I killed him. It would seem that apart from the tradition of killing one's own teacher, our faction also had the tradition of killing one's own children.
"Don't forget about it. I'm having a headache. Am I really cursed …?"
It would seem that even the silly cat was unable to handle this messy chain of karma.
Actually, we all knew that this wasn't some sort of curse at all. This was purely a master-disciple relationship of using each other. It was only natural that they would scheme against each other and finally kill each other.
But now that I had revealed my master-disciple relationship with Adrian, I wasn't simply trying to convince Suana to accept my good intentions. After all, I hadn't brought up this master-disciple relationship with Adrian when I started the battle against him. It was more to show the elves that Suana was under my protection, so they should be more careful.
Yes, I was obviously worried about the elves. The difference between the short-lived species and the long-lived species was far too obvious. I was truly worried that the elves would cause major trouble if we didn't do anything.
Without mentioning anything else, the Mist Alliance was currently implementing a policy of equal opportunity for all species, with equal work and equal treatment. If both elves and short-lived species were to simultaneously work in a certain organization of the Mist Alliance, it would be difficult for the short-lived species to compare to the elves after several decades. All Adrian needed to do was wait for all his competitors to die of old age, and then successfully take over. And after he took over, it was likely that the other elves would take over as well.
From a certain standpoint, when abilities were unequal, so-called equal opportunity would only result in unequal results. And if abilities were tied to species, the final result would definitely be that the long-lived and powerful species would take over. Would the short-lived species, which were far more numerous, allow the long-lived species to stand above them? It would only be a matter of time before the long-lived species would take over as well.
That was why, although the policy of equal species seemed fair, it wasn't suitable for a magical fantasy world where there were so many differences between individuals. The prerequisite for this policy to be universally applicable was that the long-lived species and abilities were roughly equal.
"What's the point of thinking so much? If we don't get past the current problem, there won't be any future for us."
Harloys' words caused me to stop thinking. I shook my head and stopped thinking about all this nonsense.
Indeed, I hadn't even dealt with the current problem yet. Thinking about the Mist Alliance's situation in half a year's time was rather excessive.
"Once this is over, I'm going to go edit the laws of the Mist Alliance again. At the very least, I need to make the laws more flexible …"
"Is this some sort of death flag?"
"No, it's just the confidence to continue living. We've already gotten past such a difficult situation, so what's there to be afraid of?"
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