This is a funeral festival widely spread in the world. It is held by local lords, nobles, scholars and other knowledgeable people. The process includes collecting the body of the deceased, washing the body, tidying up the clothes...reciting scriptures until he is buried.
This is a right that most people in this world can enjoy under most circumstances, regardless of their status or position during their lifetime.
At this moment, in the tomb forest west of Gray Castle, a farewell ceremony is taking place.
Gray Castle, Tomb Forest.
"...to all the gods in heaven, your sons Joe, Harrison, and Ford... have passed their punishment in this world and will now return to your arms. May you open the door of heaven to
If you are not allowed to accept it, please tell the envoy of the god who secretly controls reincarnation to send a ferry to accept you..."
The solemn singing of scriptures echoed in the tomb forest. In the tomb forest, groups of poor people gathered in front of a collective grave to pray in low voices and say their final farewells to the deceased.
Buried inside are the soldiers who died in the recent battle at Gray Castle.
Some of the people who came to attend the funeral were their relatives, but most of them were unrelated people. Probably because of the war, people at this time are always particularly sad, even if they are usually most afraid of the world.
Haters of chaos, after witnessing so many people losing their lives, couldn't help but miss the stability of the past, so there were particularly many people attending this funeral.
In addition, the identity of the host of this farewell ceremony is also a major factor that attracts everyone to come. He is not a scholar, not a bachelor, and not a high-ranking noble or lord, but he is nobler than them -
wizard!
In front of the tomb, Heath, dressed in black, pressed the "Oracle" with one hand while solemnly performing various rituals.
Both sides of the war in Gray Castle left hundreds of corpses behind. These were corpses whose soul energy was still very pure and had just been killed. Of course, Heath, who was worrying about cultivating soul guards, couldn't miss it, so he took the initiative to host the funeral.
Work.
Singing sutras, reciting mantras, parting blessings, sprinkling holy water with pine branches, until the final sealing...
The funeral is over.
"Huh, it's really tiring!" Putting down the scriptures, Heath felt a little tired.
But thinking about the progress of the Soul Guard, this fatigue was quickly swept away. In the name of a funeral, he absorbed every bit of the soul energy from hundreds of corpses, allowing the Soul Eater to eat it.
Had a feast.
After this absorption, the soul guard has improved significantly. Now it can condense an entire arm and claws. Summoning them and wearing them on your arms is like putting a sharp claw on your own hand. It looks like
That's really quite domineering.
'It would be nice if I came here more often...'
Although this idea is very unreasonable, Heath really couldn't help but think like this at this time...
"Master Wizard is a good man!"
"Yes, at this time, I am still willing to go to the trouble of holding a farewell ceremony for those soldiers..."
"Thank you, Lord Wizard...Thank you..."
Ordinary people don't know the dirty thoughts in Heath's heart. They only saw that Heath was busy for two days in a row, condescending to give these ordinary soldiers a farewell gift. You know, that is not something even a higher-level scholar would do.
A job I’m willing to take on!
Due to various factors, this funeral unexpectedly gave Heath a wave of reputation in this land, and the number of people participating in the funeral was surprisingly large. Through the words of these people, Heath did a lot of things.
Spread out quickly.
The wizard's deeds and Heath's name gradually came into the eyes of ordinary people, and people even gave him a good name——
The kind wizard...
...
It's night, Heath's bedroom.
"Cuckoo!~Cuckoo!~" A low coo sounded on the terrace. It was an owl in a cage.
In order to facilitate communication, Shuhaizhihui arranged for him a pathfinding owl as a messenger. This owl flies extremely fast and only takes a few hours to and from the deep-water port. It is not affected by the weather, unlike flying letters that cannot be dealt with on rainy days.
use.
In addition, it has great strength, can transport cultivation resources, and possesses certain low-level wisdom. In this magic-free area where the cost of raising ravens is extremely high, it is basically the most practical messenger.
"rustle..."
There was a slight rustling sound, and Heath was hunched over his desk immersed in writing a letter to the Hui of the Sea of Trees. According to the rules of the Hui of the Sea of Trees, they had to communicate with each other every few days to report on various situations in their environment.
Every time at the end of the letter, he would ask in a subtle way: When can I go back?
Only crazy conspirators and businessmen who get rich outside the troubles will like war. Neither of them are naturally peace-minded. Heath always feels very depressed here, and as the war intensifies, this
The atmosphere was even more serious. Apart from torturing himself physically and mentally, Heath really couldn't think of any benefits to staying here.
Expecting more people to die because of soul energy is just casual. In the wizarding world, as long as you are willing to spend magic stones, there are too many magical materials that can provide abundant soul energy. Hiss will not kill himself for those magic stones.
I feel sick at heart.
In short.
Now Heath really wants to go back. No matter what happens, let him return to the deep-water port first. Please...
...
The reply from Shuhaizhihui was as prompt as ever. When Heath woke up the next morning, the owl was standing on the window sill with the reply.
When the letter was opened, there were only three words inside -
hold on.
Heath crumpled the reply into a ball upset. Although he didn't think he would get an ideal reply before writing the letter, he was still a little angry after seeing such a perfunctory response.
He couldn't remember how many times he had been rejected. Anyway, whenever he asked to go back, he would always be pushed back by the brilliance of the sea of trees. The reason was basically: Oh, there is chaos outside now, and you are an apprentice everywhere.
It is not safe to run around. One of your companions is already missing. It is better not to run around and stay where you are and wait for rescue!
And so on.
Heath had a vague feeling that safety and other issues were all excuses. The Glory of the Sea of Trees seemed to not want them to leave the Gray Woods at all. Once, Heath raised the issue of safety and took responsibility for it and listed in detail his advantages such as having an invisibility cloak.
It was not difficult to get to the deep-water port, but we were still ruthlessly rejected.
As for the reason why Shuhaizhihui did this...
Heath can probably guess a little bit...
"A bunch of wannabe bitches, bitches."
Cursing under his breath, Heath threw the crumpled letter into the barrel next to him.
Immediately, he took a package on the window sill and opened it. It contained meditation candles, magic stones, elemental potions and other training expenses.
In addition, there is a low-level contract scroll and some messy materials.
Since he was not allowed to go back, he simply opened his mouth and made up some random reasons in yesterday's letter to ask for the contract scroll and various materials used to conduct bloodline experiments.
Well, treat useful people generously, and basically all requests will be met as long as they are not too outrageous.
After looking at these materials, Heath finally felt better: "Don't think so much, just practice hard!"
He shook his head to release his emotions...
...
Practicing and experimenting, Heath continued to do his own things without any distractions.
After discussing it with Ike and the others, Hiss immediately started to help them improve their strength, mainly in terms of physical fitness. If you want to integrate the bloodline, you must first have excellent physical fitness. It is best to reach the limit like Hiss.
No matter how bad it is, it still has to be an average measurement value of above 2.3.
The crystal ball in the laboratory can test the average body measurements. Heath's own test results were not much different from those measured by the system. He took them to Ike and the others for testing. The average measurements of the four people were all around 1, among which
The highest Bell is less than 1.5, which is still far from the requirement.
There is no other way, just improve it.
It is relatively easy for wizards to improve human physical fitness without considering side effects. It just so happens that there is no need to worry about materials at the moment. Heath simply boldly asked for a bunch of materials to prepare a potion and used the magic potion.
The medicine opened the way for several people to forcibly improve.
Although these magic potions have more or less side effects, these side effects are mainly aimed at wizards and spiritual power, and their impact on people who are not involved in the wizarding world is actually very limited.
In addition, Heath also used the thinking on Blue Star to develop a series of training to improve physical fitness, including morning jogging, sit-ups, push-ups, squats... supplemented by appropriate meat, beef, protein, vegetables and other substances.
Taking dietary supplements are all methods I have learned in life that can strengthen the body.
Magic medicine opens the way, training is used as a supplement, and food supplements are combined!
Through a multi-pronged approach, the physical fitness of the four people was rapidly improving day by day, gradually approaching Heath's experimental goal.