Whispering Poems

Chapter 4013 Divine Artifact Container (Seeking votes at the end of the month)

Chapter 4013 Divine Artifact Container (Seeking votes at the end of the month)

Meanwhile, on the first floor of No. 6 St. Teresa's Place, Adelina, who had rarely experienced sleeping in a room with so many people except for the last year-end holiday, no longer felt fear or discomfort.

Although she was sleeping on a single bed, Tifa's bed was right next to hers; although Mia wasn't by her pillow, the cat was lying in its cat bed on the nearby cabinet.

The little princess was very satisfied with this safe sleeping environment. After fluffing up the pillow, she was about to crawl into the blanket when she heard a sound coming from above her head.

Lacey seemed to be laughing, Luvia called out softly, and Galina made a slightly seductive sound.

Adelina, her face flushed, burrowed into the covers and turned to look at Tifa, who was also lying down since she wasn't on night duty. This room was the master bedroom on the first floor. Because the first floor wasn't divided into two suites, the master bedroom was quite large. There were eight people staying here tonight, including Adelina but not Mia, and the little princess could hear everyone breathing.

She then suddenly realized that since she could hear the sounds when she lived in the side bedroom, the people downstairs could probably hear them too.

"Do you always do this?"

She asked shyly in a low voice, and Tifa turned to look at the little princess. Ajerina rarely saw Tifa in a nightgown; this outfit accentuated her figure even more.

"Yes, Your Highness. After all, if the young ladies need us at night, we need to be able to hear their voices at any time. Although there are maids on night duty, we also need to know what's going on."

"Do you need us?"

Adelina blushed even more, as if she had thought of something. Tifa smiled.

"He would fetch water or bring other things. Sometimes he might want to have a late-night snack, and in rare cases he would ask us to help some ladies with their cleaning, but most of the time he was very considerate and would not do anything rude."

Adelina nodded, pursing her lips, avoiding Tifa's gaze and staring intently at the ceiling. For a moment, no one spoke, but the little princess knew everyone was listening to the voices above.

Adelina's legs, wrapped in her nightgown under the covers, rubbed together slightly. Although she had heard similar sounds before, Adelina was currently positioned directly below the room upstairs.

Her imagination and sense of composition were very strong. She could even guess from the rhythmic sounds that her great-aunt was riding a horse, and that one of her sister and Luvia was kissing Shad, while a third person was... Thinking about what was happening less than five meters above her, imagining what she would see if the floor and bed disappeared, Adelina's breathing suddenly became much more rapid.

My body temperature rose slightly, and my heart rate quickened. Excitement, sadness, elation, regret—a complex mix of emotions swirled within me, until the "other me" whispered in my ear:

[Adelina, her chaotic mind burst forth with even more extreme and twisted colors.]

[You have acquired the extraordinary technique - Chaotic Heartbeat: Perceive the vague thoughts of any object whose general location you can detect, and use your own emotions to distort their thoughts, making them align with yours. Corresponds to the [Light of the Mind] rune.]

Adelina knew that she sometimes inexplicably gained strange powers, especially when her thoughts were extremely contradictory. So she didn't think much about it, and dared not directly try to sense the thoughts of the people on the second floor, because that would most likely be discovered immediately.

But after gaining new power, she clearly and vaguely sensed that the vague emotional fragments emanating from the mind of the well-built head maid not far from her were somewhat similar to her own.

It was even more intense and indescribable than itself.

Wednesday night passed peacefully, and Thursday was the last day of the month. Early that morning, no one braved the morning mist to come to number six St. Teresa's Place, which even disappointed Shad when he went downstairs to get the goat's milk.

The bed in the master bedroom of room number one on the second floor, which held many memories for everyone, ultimately proved its durability and did not perish on the eve of its end.

At the breakfast table, a refreshed Lacia and a languid Luvia had a serious discussion about the family topic: "Shad is already very tired during the day, should we not make him so tired at night?"

Galina, whose skin looked very moisturized, pointed out:

"You're just making sarcastic remarks because you can't come here often yourself. I bet Dorothy is complaining about you right now."

She's right, the writer really dislikes this topic.

After breakfast, Shad went to Dawn Square to visit Priest Augustus as planned.

This spring, the air quality in Tobesk has reached the worst level that outsiders have experienced since arriving in this world, and this morning was no exception. Shad, who was getting off the carriage, couldn't help but cough a few times.

Priest Augustus usually lived in the church, so he naturally wouldn't go out early in the morning. When he saw Shad arrive, he warmly asked him if he had eaten breakfast before leaving the church with Shad and heading to his "Potion Workshop" not far from the church.

The priest initially assumed that Shad had come again to examine the drop of "demon blood." However, after Shad explained his true purpose—to learn about the ancient Death Order's research on the "Spark of Life"—the old priest, sitting on a high stool beside the experimental table, squinted and nodded.

“You mentioned the spark on Saturday, and at the time I really didn’t know anything about it. But in the past few days since I came back, some fragments of information buried deep in my angel’s memory have been constantly appearing. I originally thought I would wait until the information was more complete before telling you.”

He looked at Xia De:

"The spark of life is indeed not a concept that only appeared in modern times, nor is it a concept that arose because of calamities. Your previous understanding was correct; normal life can exist without a spark, and life is life."

But in that ancient time when life was created, the creator god, the Twilight Creator, endowed 'life' with the form of fire, that is, to personify the concept of life. This is the original and most ancient 'fire of life,' a manifestation of the power of the great creator. Of course, this fire is normal.

Shad nodded:

"This is exactly what I expected."

"It is impossible for mortals to create fire out of thin air. However, after the departure of the ancient gods, from the end of the first era to the beginning of the second era, mortals observed some strange life forms that possessed fire within their bodies, rather than being pure life itself."

This was the initial manifestation of the calamity of creation, which appeared faster and more frequently than other kinds of calamities. At that time, both the [Cult of Creation] and the [Cult of Death] created a number of containers to contain these life forces that should not have appeared.

The former's containers were special eyes, whose affinity with the spark was extremely high—a point you can understand by observing the patterns on the ancient sacred emblems. As for the latter, those who firmly believed in the inevitable death of life, their containers were eyeglasses; they did not want to store those unusual sparks within biological organs.

"Glasses."

"How the followers of the God of Creation dealt with those sparks is beyond my knowledge, but the technique of making eye containers has probably been passed down through generations; as for the followers of death, after spending thousands of years, they finally found a way to safely extinguish the sparks, in addition to having containers to hold the twisted sparks of life."

Xia De immediately focused his mind; he could only absorb the embers, he had no ability to safely extinguish them.

The priest gave the answer:

"The waters of the Styx".

Shad had heard about this at the market in the "Black Mist Camp" (Chapter 1760):

"Priest, are you referring to the waters of the River Styx that souls pass through during the actual death?"

There is nothing in death, but through special means, it is possible to bring the water and even the stones from the mudflats into the material world.

The priest nodded:

"Yes. We can't take the fire there, otherwise it will affect the stability of death. We need to find a way to bring the 'Water of the Styx' out. Making a container - finding the Water of the Styx - extinguishing the fire, this is probably the only way to safely deal with the 'Twisted Life Fire'."

Shad then displayed the "Spark" he had created in the early hours of Monday morning. As the crimson flame eye floated in Shad's palm, the priest leaned closer to examine it closely, and then said with certainty:

"This should be a 'container' made using the technology of the Creation System. But yours is really stable. Did you make this yourself? Generally speaking, the containers of the followers of the God of Creation are relatively unstable, but they have a very strong capacity. Moreover, the containers themselves can make good use of the power of the fire. They tend to contain, study and use it."

The vessels of the followers of the god of death are relatively stable, but they can only hold a limited amount of embers, and they have little use for the embers within them. Their vessels tend to be used for long-term containment.

Shad thought of the monocle that the "Thousand-Eyed Sorcerer" had taken away:

“Priest, is there any way to distinguish these fire-making containers made by followers of the god of death? Do they have any distinctive features?”

The priest shook his head:

"The container itself has no special characteristics; you can only determine whether it can be contained by actively coming into contact with a source of fire."

But you don't need those ancient divine artifacts. The spark you have in your hand is good enough in my opinion. And because it uses the technology of the followers of the God of Creation, its capacity is probably close to infinite.

But Xia De still shook his head:

“I suspect that someone else is collecting the containers. A local neutral group stole a monocle, and that neutral group has a great deal of connection with the Church of Creation.”