Freud told him about Alda and Sunny's situation briefly.
The soul technique that Alda was preparing to practice was possession. It was said that Alda chose possession because he had read a book in the library, "Chess Soul", written by Jon. It was a story about a fallen chess player who was possessed by a chess master from a thousand years ago. Under the guidance of the chess master, the player stood out in various chess tournaments and became invincible in the world of chess.
Alda didn't know what the chess game in the book was. However, he had read it with great interest and even brought it into his own body.
If he learned how to possess someone and then possessed a real piano master, he would be able to learn a lot of skills from him. Then, he wouldn't have to be afraid even if Jon were to check his playing skills!
The plot of Chess Soul was to feed the possessed person's soul back to him. Alda, on the other hand, wanted to use the possessed person to feed his playing skills back to him.
One had to admit that Alda had really done everything he could to slack off.
There was another reason why Alda chose to possess someone — he missed the sweet cream cake. If he possessed someone, he would be able to reminisce about the desserts he had when he was alive.
It could be said that Alda's choice was all based on his thoughts.
Although it looked rather childish, it also showed the innocence of Alda's heart. He wanted to feed his playing skills back to him because he didn't want to disappoint Jon and make him happy. He missed the taste of desserts and the beauty of the world.
With such a pure soul, Alda's emotions couldn't be affected by the aura of death.
This was indeed the case. Currently, Alda had already begun his preliminary cultivation at the altar in the cave and was not far from success. The process of cultivation was smooth and uneventful.
Sunny, on the other hand, was a little troublesome.
The soul technique she chose to cultivate was Death Vapour.
Death Vapour was an object that was rich in the power of death. Usually, it was filthy.
For example, it could create long black hair that was full of a strange aura to attack and bind creatures in the material world.
It was a rare soul technique that could directly affect the material world.
Of course, Sunny didn't choose to cultivate death energy in the first place. It was Freud who suggested it.
Unlike Alda, Sunny's first choice was Soul Contamination. However, Freud believed that Sunny would fall into depravity if she used Soul Contamination too often. That was why he suggested Sunny to choose Death Vapour, which was less susceptible to Soul Contamination and had a strong offensive nature.
But even so, in the process of cultivating Death Qi, Sunny still lingered on the edge of degeneration many times.
Whenever Sunny was cultivating, Freud would be on high alert. He would only come to the dream wasteland when she was not cultivating.
"But Sunny's condition is still under control. If she can't, we still have Prelude to Rebirth." Freud sighed. He had to admit that Sunny was lucky.
If it was the old Sunny, she would not have been able to withstand the aura of death and would have fallen long ago. Now that Sunny had integrated into life in First Heart City, she had encountered many lively situations, and under Jon's guidance, she had untied the knot in her heart and gradually became more "human", which was why she was able to withstand it.
Angor nodded. He cared about Sunny and Alda as well. Considering the power structure of the organization, they could be considered as direct subordinates. Angor felt a little relieved after hearing about their recent situation.
"Where's Sam? How's he doing? "
"Sam is still in Star Lake Castle. He's doing fine. But …" Freud suddenly stopped and hesitated.
"But what?" Angor wondered.
Freud hesitated for a moment. "Neya sent a group of people to Silver Moat Principality to investigate the mass sacrifice incident. They haven't found out anything about it yet. But there's something wrong with the farm owner that Sam killed."
"What is it?"
"Neya's people found out that after the farm owner died, the farm's servants saw a ghost in the early hours of the morning. The ghost looked very similar to the farm owner. And one of the servants was so scared that he fell ill. " Freud paused for a moment before continuing, "But the Specter only lasted for two days. After that, the Specter disappeared without a trace and never appeared again. Neya's people didn't find anything either. "
At first, this might sound like a piece of shocking news. Without any evidence, it was no different from an anecdote.
However, Freud's hesitation meant that there might be more to the story.
Angor knew what Freud was trying to say.
The dead farm owner might have gained a soul or even turned into an undead.
There were many souls in the world. Although ordinary people would turn into fragments of spiritual light after death, there was a chance that a complete soul would be born. So even if this farm owner really did become a soul, it wasn't a big deal.
However, there was something special about the farm owner — he was killed by Sam.
Sam had the talent of Near-Spirit Form, which meant that those who were killed by Near-Spirit Form would have a higher chance of becoming an undead.
Furthermore, the undead that was born would definitely hunt down the Spirit Body in a frenzy.
In other words, if the farm owner really turned into an undead, Sam might already be targeted. Perhaps, the farm owner was currently rushing towards Star Lake Castle over the mountains.
"Sam's bloodline hasn't fully awakened yet, and he already gained the talent of Near-Spirit Form?" Angor muttered to himself. "If the farm owner really turned into an undead and came after Sam, you need to be careful. Sam isn't strong enough to deal with an undead."
Because of this, many Near-Spirit Form cultivators couldn't live long enough to become supernaturals.
After all, undead creatures were not easy to deal with. Even a peak-level apprentice would find it difficult to deal with an undead creature, let alone a mortal.
"I understand." Freud nodded.
Freud might not have been able to deal with undead creatures in the past, but with Prelude to Rebirth, he could easily deal with the farm owner.
"Also, don't forget to report to the higher-ups about the mass sacrifice when you find out more about it."
Angor didn't look into the matter, but that didn't mean he didn't pay attention to it. Such a mass sacrifice, especially when it involved living beings, could easily get involved with otherworldly overlords or demons from Abyss Plane. As a wizard, Angor didn't want to see such atrocities happening. He wouldn't do it himself, but he could report it to the higher-ups.
For example, the Supreme Cult.
Angor chatted with Freud for a while longer before saying goodbye to him. After exiting the Firmament Tower, they walked along the main road and arrived at the library.
Iron Granny was in the library right now. Angor planned to use this chance to ask her where the badge in Tusk Desert came from.
Angor walked into the library and went to the second floor.
He didn't find Iron Granny immediately. Instead, he saw Ness sitting by the window, writing something down while studying the secret of the stone slab.
Ness' gray hair, which used to be neatly combed, was now in a mess. Angor guessed that he hadn't stopped studying the slab for even a second. He even forgot to keep himself clean.
Ness glanced at Angor from the corner of his eyes and went back to writing.
The paper was full of formulas and symbols. Angor could recognize them individually, but he could not understand them when they were all placed together.
"This one will last for half a day. Don't forget to bring me a new one," Ness said to Angor without looking up. He then continued writing on the paper.
Angor didn't want to disturb Ness, but since Ness spoke first, he couldn't help but ask, "How's your research going?"
"No progress at all," Ness answered quickly.
Although it was zero progress, Ness's expression was one of excitement. Based on what he had learned in the past few days, he could confirm that his method was correct. He could use this method to determine the coordinates of the Cazider world.
As long as he knew he was on the right path, it didn't matter. Once he made some progress, he would reap the fruits of his labor.
"Torras isn't here?" Angor asked another question. "Is Torras not here?"
Angor asked Torras to "log off" whenever Ness ran out of stone slabs. However, Torras seemed to have forgotten to do so several times.
"I told him to leave."
"Huh?"
"If he didn't, my eyes would hurt."
Hurt your eyes? Angor looked at Ness in confusion.
Ness sighed and stopped writing. He glanced at Angor from head to toe. "You have no idea how much it hurts my eyes to see a pair of bastards walking around in front of me."
But Ness didn't say anything else. He was fully focused on unlocking the secret of the slab.
Angor left Ness and kept walking while using his God's View to check Torras' condition.
Next, he saw Torras sitting in a small bar near the library, and … Mandehara was beside him.
Angor thought he knew what Ness meant.
Soon, he saw Iron Granny and Jon sitting opposite each other, enjoying tea while discussing something.
Angor only heard some keywords such as "plants" and "lifespan".
Iron Granny noticed Angor's presence and stopped talking. "Oh, Angor is here too? I think he's here for you. "
Having said that, Iron Granny stood up and was about to step aside.
Angor quickly stopped her. "I'm here for Granny."
Iron Granny didn't say anything. She sat down and took another sip of her fragrant tea before looking at Angor.
"So, what's the matter?"
Angor rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "Can't I just want to see Granny?"
"Really?" Iron Granny took a sip of her tea and whispered.
"Really." "Of course, I'm here to see Granny. Also, I want to ask you about a little thing I'm curious about."
Iron Granny chuckled and stopped teasing Angor.
Then he asked Iron Granny's question under Iron Granny's watchful gaze.
"I was in a very desolate and uninhabited place, and I discovered a ruin by chance."
Angor briefly described the place and emphasized that it wasn't dangerous so that Jon wouldn't worry about it. To prove his point, Angor also showed the illusion of the palace to Jon.
Apart from the painting done by the magician, all the details of the palace were in the illusion.
Iron Granny and Jon both looked at the illusion curiously. Finally, Iron Granny fixed her eyes on the strange emblem.
Iron Granny looked at the emblem and fell into deep thought.
"Although I don't know much about the architecture of the World of Sorcerers, this building is made up of pillars without a single wall. It reminds me of the layout of some temples," Chown muttered. "Perhaps this is a religious building?"
Angor nodded as well. When he first saw the palace, he also thought about the solemnity of religion.
However, the emblem in the palace was more like the emblem of a music academy than a religious symbol.
"Jon is right. This is a religious building." Iron Granny, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
If I'm not mistaken, it's the emblem of the Cult of Elegance. "
The Cult of Elegance? Both Angor and Jon looked at Iron Granny. Jon was also curious about the religion in this world.
Iron Granny considered and said, "The Cult of Elegance is a semi-religious sect in the origin world. Its emblem is a seven-stringed harp. What makes this sect different from other religions is that their believers do not worship any god, but a person who calls himself a musician. "
"A musician?" Angor was puzzled.
"Yes. A musician. I don't know his name or his title. Even if I do, I can't tell you. His name contains the power of miracles. The only thing I know is that he used to be a musician when he was a mortal. He likes to call himself a musician. "
Iron Granny's words surprised Jon. His name contained the power of miracles? Was he really a man and not a god?
However, he wasn't interested in the power of his real name. Instead, he was interested in the word Iron Granny mentioned.
Miracles.
The only ones who could be called miracles were the group of Magi who stood at the peak of the mountains.
If he wasn't mistaken, this was another one of them.
A real wizard was known as a creator of miracles.
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