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Chapter 822: The Witness
Chapter 822: The Witness
The Spirit Medium Guild is facing a crisis, and the only way to escape this predicament is to merge with your Wool Ball Society?
The female spirit medium sitting on the roadside stone, faced with the "recruitment" from the Malevolent Prince, was at a loss for words.
She remembered that just last night, when she flew past the Observatory, an old con artist from the Divination Guild stopped her flying carpet, claiming that she was about to face a great disaster. He insisted that she must pay him to have her brother-in-law from the Astrology Guild straighten out her fate, or else something terrible would happen the next day.
At that moment, she was almost infuriated. After scolding him off, she handed over two letters of complaint to the Divination Guild and the Astrology Guild, reminding them to deal with the fraud. Little did she know that the old con artist's prediction would come true...
In the spirit of having encountered a similar situation before and the belief that one shouldn't always be skeptical, the middle-aged female spirit medium, after a brief silence, couldn't help but ask,
"What exactly do you mean by this crisis?"
"Well... Can't the Soul Summoning Secret Art be counted?"
After a moment of consideration, Leon spoke up, giving an example,
"Just like what happened earlier, if you don't agree to the merger, I'll make a deal with the souls in the realm of the dead. From now on, whenever you use the Soul Summoning Secret Art, the Gate of the Dead will be blocked, and not a single soul will be allowed to come out."
"..."
So, you're the source of the crisis?!
The middle-aged female spirit medium, infuriated by the Malevolent Prince's words, leaned against the stone, her eyes shooting daggers. "And you dare to say that? I may be the Deputy President of the Spirit Medium Guild, but my abilities barely make it into the top five. There are several more powerful spirit mediums above me! They might not be immune to your..."
"As long as they are spirit mediums, I guarantee they won't be able to do anything to me."
Interrupting the middle-aged female spirit medium, Leon chuckled and introduced himself, "Also, although I'm still alive, I do control the Gate of the Dead. As long as I don't give the go-ahead, I can assure you that not even a dog's soul will be able to be summoned."
"Nonsense! The guardian of the Gate of the Dead is the Death God's Watchdog! How can you..."
"Are you that out of touch with the news?"
Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise, "As a spirit medium who frequently communicates with the dead, how can you not know that the Death God's Watchdog is gone?"
"Gone? How is that possible?!"
"It was eaten."
Eaten?! The middle-aged female spirit medium, her face full of disbelief, asked, "But it's a True God! Who could possibly eat a True God?"
"Me."
"?!?!"
"Aren't you spirit mediums supposed to communicate with the souls of the dead? If you don't believe me, why not ask a few familiar souls and find out for yourself?"
"..."
Although everything the man in front of her said sounded like nonsense, seeing Leon's calm expression and recalling his ability to effortlessly drive away the soul she had summoned, the middle-aged female spirit medium finally reached into her small shoulder bag and hesitantly took out a small jar of moon-white bone powder.
"This is another secret art of the Spirit Medium Guild, mainly used to communicate with the recently deceased."
Sensing Leon's curiosity, the Cat Witch beside him turned her head slightly and whispered an explanation,
"With the consent of the deceased's family, a spirit medium from the guild can take half of the deceased's bones and burn them together with herbs, offerings, clay, and a few other materials to create a vessel for the soul to temporarily reside in.
If the summoned soul hasn't lost its memory on the No Return Road or is lingering in the City of Regret due to lingering attachments, it can use these ashes to manifest and answer some questions..."
Following the Cat Witch's explanation, the middle-aged female spirit medium took out a bottle of red and black mixed potion, opened the jar of bone powder in her palm, and then blew it forward with her hand.
"Pfft!"
The sticky, moonlight-colored particles scattered in the wind, then, as if landing on something, they bizarrely hung in mid-air. As the female medium blew out more ashes, the dust that stuck to certain "objects" gradually formed a clearer shape.
"Marlena?"
The transparent ash figure's indistinct eyes opened, straining to look at the complex-faced female medium before her. After managing to recognize who it was, she asked in surprise:
"I only died last week. Do you already have a question for me?"
"Teacher..."
After a slight bow to the ash figure, the middle-aged female medium asked anxiously:
"I want to ask you something. Was the Death God who guarded the Gate of the Dead already eaten by someone?"
"Even you know about this..."
The ash figure was first surprised, widening her eyes, then nodded:
"It was about two months ago. A lunatic from the Purification Bureau passed by the Gate of the Dead, probably on his way to the Dead Realm to do some business. As a result, the Death God guarding the gate was eaten.
Then, he was probably provoked, and not only did he turn around and kill the Death God, but he also ripped out the Death God's heart and, in front of a group of Death Messengers who had come to investigate, he started gnawing on it... Tch tch tch..."
The ash figure, with its wrinkled face, seemed to be quite a gossip. With a look of amazement, she continued:
"Let me tell you, there's still a big pool of blood behind the Gate of the Dead, where the Death God was killed. When the Gate of the Dead is more active, you can sometimes see the 【Death Replay】 of what happened. Make sure to check it out after you die.
Oh, and you can look, but don't go telling others about it. The rulers of the Dead Realm seem to dislike the dead discussing this matter, and they even forbid mentioning that person's name. I only overheard a bit when I passed by the Bone Palace. I think his name was... Ri something..."
"Leon Ryan."
"Yes, yes, that's the name!"
The ash-drawn ears twitched slightly, and upon hearing the voice from behind, the ash figure turned around happily, squinting as she examined the Evil Prince and the Cat Witch. Then, with an appreciative look, she asked:
"You managed to find out about the Dead Realm. That's quite the scoop... Are you two new mediums from the society?"
"No, we're from the Yarn Ball Society."
Leon shook his head and then laughed:
"It doesn't matter; we'll soon be like family."
"Haha, great! It's good to be family~"
He patted the Evil Prince's shoulder affectionately, expressing his appreciation for the capable junior. As he did so, he left a handprint of ashes on the prince's clothes. The ash figure then asked with a chuckle:
"Young man, you look a bit unfamiliar. Did you attend my funeral last week? What's your name?"
"My name is Leon, Leon Ryan."
"..."
"..."
Leon... Ryan?!
Upon hearing Leon's name, the ash figure, who had been resting her hand on his shoulder, fell silent for a moment. Then, she squeezed her eyes tightly, gathering the limited ash around her to her eyes, making her blurry eyes appear clearer.
And when she looked at Leon with her now clearer eyes, the ash that had been evenly distributed on her body began to frantically gather at her throat, and she let out a shriek of horror.
"Oh my god!!!!!"
(End of Chapter)
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