The resurrection of the ancestors filled the entire Empire's mental network with excitement and joy. Of course, due to the Shiring Apostles' gift of rationality, they would not be affected by this historic event. On the contrary, such emotions would only produce positive effects: in Sandora's words, the Shiring Apostles had never felt so focused and motivated as they did today. The ancestors themselves may not have been able to push the development of the new Empire (after all, they were mere mortals), but for a race, finding their roots was self-evident. I could imagine that in the past, no matter how powerful the Xi Ling Apostles were, they were always missing one thing: they did not know where their homeland was, they did not know what the beginning of their civilization was. The only accurate records that could be called historical records were from the beginning of the long exile into the Void. Everything before that was almost mythical — to any race, this was like a fishbone stuck in their throats.
Especially for the most powerful race in the Void, it was even more embarrassing.
And now, that embarrassing situation was finally over. The Shiring Apostles had found their roots, and would soon be able to fill in the only embarrassing gap in the history of their civilization. Their history no longer had to begin with a history of exile, but could openly announce that we came from a certain world, that it was our homeland, and that our ancestors were a group of intelligent and farsighted beings. Even though they were mortals, they were still worthy of respect. We talked to our ancestors face to face, and learned everything that had happened to our civilization since its beginning.
Outsiders may not understand, but for the Shiring Apostles themselves, it meant a lot.
This relaxed and happy atmosphere may have affected our family through the mental network. Even though most of the people in our family were not Shiring Apostles, including the five Protoss Cops who were almost completely attached to our family, we were still very happy for the return of our ancestors. My sister had decided to have a good dinner, and Sandora was extremely agreeable. She excitedly went to the kitchen to help Anveena. I did not stop her this time. After all, it was rare for Sandora to be so happy, so it was fine to let her fool around. Even if she made some killer dishes, she could let Sandora eat them herself. After all, they tasted good to Sandora. But in the end, Sandora was still invited out by Anveena with a bitter smile.
"She does her own thing, and you do yours. You two don't get involved." I looked at the spirit maid curiously. She grabbed the corner of her apron and complained carefully, "But the mistress has a bad cooking habit. She always tastes the taste while cooking."
I said, "That's normal. She tastes the taste of the food when cooking. Although, it's hard to measure the taste of the food that Sandora makes."
"That's not what I meant," Anveena was about to cry. "The mistress is trying the stove and the pot lids. Her cooking tools are all disposable! Spatulas and cooking spoons are fine, but the stove is limited! "
Then, I pushed the little ghost into the kitchen with a blank expression. I understood. That's right. To Sandora, spatulas, stoves, bowls, and chopsticks were a part of the "meal." If she wanted to taste the taste of the food that she made, she would have to hold the stove and take a bite. "When you eat, you have to clean the bowls, chopsticks, and plates at the same time so that you don't waste food." This was Sandora's unique dining etiquette.
Of course, although it was called a good meal to celebrate, it was only on a slightly larger scale than usual. With Anveena, a super cook that couldn't be measured by normal standards, our family's dinner every night was especially crazy. You can imagine how grand it was for a family with more than a dozen members. There were sixty to seventy bowls, plates, and bowls. Some were used, and some were given to Sandora …
"Even this little fellow is being put to use?" When Anveena started serving the dishes, I saw a short girl running around helping to move things. (Please allow me to use the word "moving" to describe the scene of our family serving food). This short girl's most distinctive feature was that her entire body was a translucent blue-white color, including her hair and body. She looked like a jelly. Her appearance was probably an imitation of an image that she had seen on television or on the internet. In any case, I didn't know who she was.
This was a slime that our family raised. Her current identity was Shallow Shallow's playmate and pet. Her name was Shirou. However, I was still used to calling her slime. Normally, this jelly-like creature would wander around aimlessly, as if she was truly a house pet with nothing to do. I didn't expect to see her helping out with the household chores today.
Shallow Shallow placed a bowl of soup on the table and slapped Little Bubble, who was trying to climb onto the table to steal some food. Then, she smiled and pointed at the translucent girl. "Although Shirou doesn't have much intelligence, she'll be able to do simple things like this with some training. I've already tried to make her remember how to sweep the floor and clean the windows. Now, she knows how to take things out. The next step is to teach her how to solve quadratic equations …"
I was dumbfounded. Just how did Shallow Shallow arrange her teaching plan!?
Shallow Shallow smiled as she bent down and patted the little slime's head. When her hand came into contact with the slime, sparks flew. "Come, transform into a bicycle!"
The little slime was really obedient. She immediately squatted on the spot and with a bang, transformed into a translucent blue bicycle. It looked just like the real thing. It even had brake cables and emitted a faint blue light. It was as if it was made of crystal. It was exceptionally beautiful. Beside me, Elson was idle and had nothing to do. When he saw this, he immediately jumped up and wanted to ride two laps. How could he ride a bicycle formed by a soft creature? Thus, the slime instantly turned into a puddle of liquid. As it was crushed, it exploded with an unprecedentedly intense arcane flash …
Don't forget, this slime's true form was a standard Empire weapon. Although its level was a little low, it was still a pure energy body filled with high-level arcane energy. 123 was blasted apart without any protection at such a close range … Anyway, he clutched his butthole and wriggled on the ground for five meters before he crawled back to the sofa. However, he was still kicked back by his sister …
The slime that was lying on the ground squeaked as she transformed back into her human form. She bounced around and continued to help serve the dishes. With her intelligence that was close to that of an animal, she probably couldn't understand what had just happened. Elson watched as she ran past him. He wanted to cry but no tears came out.
I hugged the little doll and watched as Jingle danced in the air before me. I felt extremely satisfied. "Ah, life …"
"Stop sighing. Can't you come up and help?" Lin Xue rolled her eyes at me from afar. I raised my hand to show the small box of Star Gold Stone in my hand. I had been holding this box beside Jingle to collect the green powder from the beginning. "I'm busy. Do you know how boring this job is? Why don't you do it? "
"I'm not that free," Lin Xue muttered. She didn't forget to roll her eyes at me. "I don't have your weird interests either."
I chuckled dryly and continued to collect the powder along the path that Jingle flew past with the small metal box. Ever since I told everyone that I had used the powder that fell from Jingle's body during the resurrection process, Lin Xue was adamant that her boyfriend had developed a weird hobby. I reckoned that she wouldn't change her opinion for the time being.
Knowing that she could help, the little one seemed to be full of energy. Full of energy meant that she flew in front of me for almost half an hour before she came to a dizzy stop. I placed the tired little one in my palm and flicked her wings lightly. However, no powder fell off. The powdery substance seemed to only appear when Tink was flying. On the surface, it looked like it had fallen off her wings. However, when she stopped, I realized that there was nothing on her wings.
"Jingle, what are these things that fell from your body?" I pinched the little one's wings and gently pinched it. I didn't get anything. Jingle turned around and grabbed my thumb. She shook it twice as if she was holding a doll. "I don't know! Anyway, when the Goddess of Life flies, this kind of substance will appear around her. It's probably the power that spreads out and materializes. Ah Jun, do you want more? "
I looked at the small box in my hand awkwardly. There was only a thin layer of powder inside. This amount was probably not even enough for Jingle to make tea for herself. Currently, this was the only substance that could reactivate the ancestor's body.
Tawil had just sent me a message. She had already tried various substances on the other ancestor's remains, including the branches of the Tree of Life, the Church's holy items, and the Church's holy water. The vitality of these things was not enough to reactivate the remains. Only this fluorescent powder was effective. Obviously, to resurrect an ancestor, we had to use the highest level of life substance: the Goddess herself.
Since I definitely couldn't bear to use Jingle to make medicine, I could only continue to use the residue that fell from her body …
Of course, I could also consider using Jingle to cast the resurrection spell. However, there was a problem. When Jingle cast the resurrection spell, she didn't use any tangible life energy. Instead, she used a type of divine art. Divine arts conflicted with many of the spiritual devices that Tawil had created. Just like how you couldn't use two anti-virus software to scan your computer at the same time, Jingle's divine art couldn't be used at the same time as the Empire's soul devices. So, after going around in circles, we were back to square one. We had to find a way to get more life powder. This thing was a pure condensation of life energy. Therefore, it wouldn't conflict with any technology.
"But Jingle is feeling dizzy." Little Dinxi also saw that there wasn't much powder in the box. She looked a little apologetic. She shook her wings. "Usually, it feels like there are a lot of these things that fall from the sky. Why is there only so little now?"
I guessed that the things that fell from the sky were probably Jingle's moral integrity. There used to be a lot, but now, the production couldn't keep up …
"Time to eat!" At this moment, my sister began to call for the whole family to receive food. I didn't have the time to think about these strange questions. I put Jingle and the small box into my pocket and rushed to the dining table.
"To celebrate the Shiring Apostles' success in finding their ancestors, I suggest we drink a few cups." Icetis was someone who knew how to stir up the atmosphere. She saw that there was only food on the table and instantly felt that the atmosphere wasn't good enough. She reached into her dimensional pocket and took out a few light golden streamlined containers. "I stole this from my dad's wine cellar. This is from the Pantheon's wine cellar. This is from the Dragon God's wine cellar next door …"
I was about to help pour the wine when I was sweating profusely. "Why did you steal all of them? Can't you take something more serious?"
"I take something serious," Icetis said matter-of-factly. She took out the last bottle of wine from the Divine Realm from her dimensional pocket. "This is what I snatched from the Dragon God Hackbor when I fought with him …"
I was speechless. To this female pervert, the things she snatched were probably considered serious.
Qian Qian asked the Slime to run to the kitchen and bring back a bunch of cups. The latter was used to carrying small objects in her body. By the time she brought them back, the cups had already been sterilized by the arcane sparks and were almost pure. Anweena deftly poured the wine from the Divine Realm for everyone except her elder sister. Elson sat on the edge of the chair with half of his body turned to the side (does it need an explanation?). "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've had a drink here …"
Drinking alcohol during meals was considered a specialty of the First Family. One of the reasons was that there were too many females in our family and not many of them liked to drink. Icetis was said to be an alcoholic, but she liked the atmosphere of everyone drinking together. Of course, she wasn't interested in drinking alone with us. The second reason was that there was an older sister at home. She couldn't resist the temptation last time and tried the divine wine that Icetis brought out of curiosity. The events that happened in the next twenty-four hours were unbearable to recall. In the end, Sandora almost plucked all the feathers off one of Icetis's wings before she stopped. After that, that female pervert didn't dare to mention drinking at home.
Of course, today's situation was special. All prohibitions were lifted, except for the fact that we still couldn't let our older sister touch the wine …
"This is a little spicy!" The little puppet was also holding a special cup the size of a bottle cap. She tasted the warm liquid inside and frowned. "Why do you guys want to drink this?"
"That's why children shouldn't drink." I glanced at the little puppet and saw that she was adding yogurt to the small cup. To her, yogurt was probably omnipotent. I turned my face away as I couldn't bear to watch. This lass is going to be unlucky. This must be a British-level dark cuisine because I saw with my own eyes that the yogurt solidified the moment it came into contact with this strange wine from the God Realm …
The wine that Icetis brought over should be considered a treasure even in the God Realm. To people who weren't Star Domain Protoss, it was an unimaginable rarity. However, to me, who didn't really like drinking, this thing was just a decent drink. Due to the difference in power, I couldn't even experience the effects of this wine, which was said to be able to "bring the dead back to life and increase one's power by a thousand years." I shook my head and felt that being a Void Creature was such a tragedy. In this lifetime, I probably wouldn't be able to experience the feeling of having my power greatly increased by swallowing a treasure. After all, I was the number one treasure in the world. On the other hand, Fox, who was sitting across the table, seemed to be drunk. She hugged her tail and swung it around, humming a folk song from thousands of years ago. Qian Qian began to ask Lin what the world looked like with two heads. Lin Xue and Xiaoxue, on the other hand, gathered together to discuss whether the use of tarot cards and crystal balls for fortune-telling would work. Both of them were drunk, so they called each other sisters.
The little puppet's dark beverage was finally completed. The yogurt and the wine from the God Realm had some sort of reaction, and now it had become a cup of semi-solid substance that looked like tofu. The little puppet frowned and drank a little. She even chewed a little before poking the little crow who was sitting on the other side. "This doesn't taste good. It's spicy and sour, and it tastes like mud."
"This doesn't taste good either." The little crow felt the same way. She was holding a small cup with peanuts and beans in it. These were all things that the silly bird thought were delicious.
"Why would someone like this kind of thing?"
"Probably because their tongues mutated after they grew up! I often mutated! "
The two little girls who weren't that bright were discussing excitedly.
Honestly speaking, I tried to stop these little girls (Perhaps the little crow already looked like a young girl, but in my heart, she was still a child) from drinking. But before I could react, Anveena had already filled everyone's cups with enthusiasm. Now, it seemed that other than the expressionless Pandora and the special Liliana, the little ones didn't have much interest in this kind of beverage. It seemed that my family's upbringing had been maintained to a certain extent …
I sighed contentedly and picked up the glass. I wanted to drink the rest of the liquor in one gulp. However, the liquid in the glass seemed to have a sweet taste. Then, a small thing slid out of the glass and stuck itself on my face. "Pia!"
Jingle was muddle-headed and held onto my nose with the smell of alcohol. In the end, she couldn't hold on any longer and obediently fell into the bowl on the table …
This little thing must have climbed onto the edge of my cup to steal the wine. After she got drunk, she directly fell into the bowl and I didn't even notice! Speaking of which, it seems that this isn't the first time she did this, right? In my memory, this little thing also had a weird setting of 'as long as she drinks something, she will definitely fall into the bowl' …
After a while, Jingle finally woke up with her Protoss physique. She realized that she was lying in the bowl with a pile of rice in front of her and I was holding a pair of chopsticks. Thus, the little thing looked up innocently and said, "Ah Jun, are you going to eat with Jingle?"
This little thing was too cute. Thus, I used the chopsticks to poke Jingle's face lightly and pointed at her seriously, "Don't move. You are the dish."
The little thing hugged the chopsticks and jumped onto the table. She wasn't stupid enough to think that she would really be eaten. The little fellow's face was still flushed from being drunk. She dizzily circled around a plate at the side twice and suddenly clapped her hands, "I got it!"
"Got what?" I glanced sideways at the mother and daughter pair, Lin Xue and Xiaoxue, who were already calling each other sisters and were playing a finger-guessing game to decide who had the bigger breasts. I couldn't bear to look at them, so I casually replied to Jingle.
"I know how to get enough Divine Power Powder!" Jingle happily jumped on the spot. It turned out that the little thing had been thinking about this all along. Speaking of which, it was really impressive. Jingle was actually so concerned about something serious. I thought that she had degenerated to the point where she only knew how to eat, sleep and act cute.
"Jingle, call the sisters over!"
I was moved by the little thing's serious attitude. The little thing had already happily made a decision, "Anyway, they have always been very interested in Jingle's new home …"
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