Among Mystery House, Artificer Mason, who was purifying those unlucky Lost Soul, walked around the unique "little fellow" in front of him several times, and then asked Diakum, who was frowning and checking next to him:
"Saint, what do you think?"
"I rubbed my eyes and looked."
Vigilant sighed and said:
"The twisted look of this soul is so unique? Well, although I have learned some Void Magic, I am not very proficient in this kind of mutation originating from the depths of the spirit body. That is the secret of Path of Souls in the realm of death.
I can only see that he seems to have been penetrated and twisted by some external force, which is why he has become this strange appearance now."
"Well, although it is very general, it is generally close to the truth."
Mason nodded and said:
"The soul of this unlucky little fellow was cut open and "stitched" again, but it was not sewn up with his broken soul body. Those bastards conducted some exaggerated "symbiosis experiments" on him. This form reminds me of the "Red of All Life" I once encountered. Well, this explanation is more complicated. You can understand it as a path to some kind of specialization change of Natural Force."
"I know what "Red of All Life" is. I'm not as closed-minded as you think, Artisan."
Diakum shook his head and said:
"After retrieving my past memories, I have gained some understanding of things other than Azeroth. So, this poor guy's spirit body has been implanted with some kind of "animal" characteristics, right?"
"Well, this is obviously a fringe exploration of the strange "Spiritual Light", but I have to say that those evil gods have some ideas. They realized that they could not directly extract this kind of Spiritual Light that only the little fellows have, so they planned to use the evil method of "distorting first and then extracting" to save the country."
Mason snorted and said:
"The good news is that their attempt was stopped by us before it reached the last step. The bad news, well, should be good news.
What I mean is that our little fellow has a very strong spirit. He not only survived the painful "suturing" process, but also showed some special characteristics.
Not only was he not defeated by this external twisted force, but he "integrated" with it to a certain extent.
Even in a state of confusion, his strong desire to survive forced him to "adapt" to this change with great pain. This is a good thing, and it proves that he has the talent to "do big things".
But that's also a bad thing."
Artisan pointed to the other rescued spirits and said:
"I can strip and reorganize them very smoothly, purifying them again in a way that damages the purity of Spiritual Light, so that they can enjoy an ordinary and happy second life.
But not this little guy.
He actively carried out symbiotic fusion in order to survive, which resulted in not only his soul, but also his Spiritual Light being changed due to this external force.
The two are indistinguishable from each other, and it is not impossible to separate them, but this means that he may need to completely abandon his mutation Spiritual Light, which means that we will lose a little fellow forever, and he will be reborn in a certain world as a new individual with no special multi-dimensionality.
He will no longer be one of us."
"Sounds cruel."
Diakum made a triangle Holy Crest on his chest and said softly:
"He could have done great things, but he had to be deprived of such qualifications. I think we shouldn't do this. Everyone who achieves great things in this world has a unique personality and characteristics. Although this little fellow has an uncertain future, he is indeed different from others.
I think we can give him a chance.
What I mean is, give him the power to choose, rather than let us judge."
This sentence made Artisan raise his eyebrows.
He looked at Diakum in surprise and said:
"You mean, Saint, you want to "take" him away? Use your power as a "guardian" to use him as your obligation carrier?
IMHO, this is much more difficult than choosing another normal Lost Soul and sending it on the road to rebirth.
He is a "mutant" himself.
This means that just the first step of finding a suitable origin, time and background for him will consume a lot of your energy. And I just say that he has adapted to this external change, which does not mean that he himself has no hidden dangers.
The power infused by evil gods still needs to be cleaned and purified seriously and carefully without leaving any hidden dangers.
Once you accept this responsibility, it's all up to you!
You have also seen the heavy situation that Brotherhood is currently facing. While protecting your two direct universes, you must participate in the difficult duties summoned by Brotherhood. In addition to taking care of your family and friends in your two lives, you must also spend the little time you have left on purification and protection.
Even if we can use time magic to create a "48-hour" day for ourselves, time is still not forgiving to you.
There are many qualified fellows selected by Black Shaw who are waiting to embark on the road of rebirth. They will become the guardians of those normal individuals, which will relieve you a lot of pressure.
You are also a very conscientious character, which will undoubtedly increase your burden.
Therefore, I hope you will seriously consider whether you want to take on such a heavy responsibility."
Artisan's persuasion was sincere. Diakum was silent for a moment, and finally took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and touched the soul jar in front of him that contained the mutated individual.
He nodded seriously and said:
"A child in pain screamed in front of me. Although he was confused, he still longed to exist. He had tried his best to unleash his potential and persisted until now in the inevitable disaster. After I rescued him, should I still ignore such a request and let him fend for himself?
No!
This is not my morality, nor is it my choice.
There are many disasters in multiple dimensions, and I cannot save more people who are drowning in suffering, but I will never ignore the voice in need of help before me.
I have made up my mind, I will become his guardian and be responsible for watching over him until he completes the journey of rebirth."
"As expected of you."
Mason said sincerely:
"I also consider myself a good person who is incompatible with other scumbags in Brotherhood, but I can't make such a decisive and selfless sacrifice as you. Now that you have made the decision, I can't stop it. So, according to our tradition, it is up to you to give him a new name.
Choose a name that makes sense based on the world you want to send him to.
Also, do you need me to explain to you the responsibilities and taboos of a "guardian"?"
"Well, I'm going to take some time to give him a proper name, so I'm all ears."
Diakum picked up the soul jar.
He carefully infiltrated his spirit into it, letting himself be as warm as the light of dawn shrouding this painful Lost Soul, warming him and dispelling the chill of fate.
He uses this method to contact his "ward" and check on his specific situation.
It's like the consultation process before diagnosing and treating a patient.
When he was preparing the "treatment plan", Mason already said briefly:
"Just like what Scumbag Pirate did when he was your "guardian", after you put the little fellow into his road of rebirth, all you can do is watch and witness.
Brotherhood is very tolerant to fellow villagers. Even if they are unable to achieve their own transcendence in the war against fate, even if they choose to give up and return to ordinary life midway, no one will accuse our little brothers of not being firm enough. After all, whether a spirit body passes through Wall of Origin and falls into the void is a random event with no rules.
Most of the souls we salvaged in Void Quadrant are not born heroes. Therefore, the best blessing we can give our fellow villagers is to give them a chance to choose their second life completely freely.
Under this "fair" premise, as a guardian, you cannot give him extraordinary help at will. You can only give him some subtle hints when he faces major decisions and fate's retaliation.
Just like the interaction between Scumbag Pirate and you.
We have prepared the "Golden Finger" system for every little fellow who embarks on the road to rebirth, allowing them to start on the same starting line.
Fair! Fair! Still fair!
You can favor him and bless him, but beyond that, you must abide by your neutrality as a guardian.
When you send them to the world you designate, Black Shaw, as the transporter, will conduct a final check on all Lost Soul to ensure that they do not carry any "rebirth talent" that is too heaven-defying.
But you and I both know that Scumbag Pirate's famous "low moral advantage" can make him become a "blind man" at any time, as long as you give him enough benefits.
Therefore, you can choose to cheat. As long as Black Shaw thinks "everything is normal", no one will care about you even if you create a "snap your fingers to destroy the world system" for him.
However, I believe that your "high moral inferiority" will prevent you from doing this.
I believe that, from the bottom of your heart, you and I want to see more warriors in our organization instead of evildoers. After all, having a guy like Scumbag Pirate is enough for people."
Diakum nodded.
He was indeed not a character who would choose to cheat on something like this that was related to the fate of others. After spending a few minutes to figure out the situation of the unique individual in the soul jar, he handed it to Artificer Mason and said:
"Implant "Golden Finger" into him, and then I will take him back. Considering the extraordinary fit between "Red of All Life" and Life Force, I have already thought about where to put him.
As for the weird energy entangled in him, don't worry, I know a very skilled "doctor" who will help me take care of it."
"Oh? Are you talking about Chief Creator Lish'wem?"
Mason is indeed the guy who followed Scumbag Pirate to peek into the growth history of Hanging Bro. He raised his eyebrows and said:
"That guy is indeed very interesting. Let's introduce us to him some other time. I'm very interested in the First Ones technology he has mastered.
Oh, you may not know it yet, but First Ones is also a master who cannot be quiet in multiple dimensions. In the future, you may accidentally discover their relics left in other universes when performing other tasks.
Therefore, if Chief Creator must find First Ones, then I suggest that it quickly "transcend" into this large-dimensional universe. My Artisan Club also welcomes the participation of big names like it.
But regarding Brotherhood, it should be kept hidden. There are some things that it is better not to know. If Merlin, who is in charge of intelligence work, is targeted, even Chief Creator will have to take a hard drink.
Merlin is an agent, and the methods he uses against his enemies make me shudder even thinking about it.
By the way, have you decided on a name for this little fellow?"
Diakum smiled and looked at the soul jar shrouded by Dawn in Mason's hand with gentle eyes. He said softly:
"Sure, I'll call it"
"Ais·ka Dal?!"
On the top of Argus's mountains, at dawn, Archbishop Nali, lying in the arms of Diakum, said in surprise:
"Isn't this the name of White Tiger on the other end of Tyrande?
Well, that's not accurate. That was the name of her former dog, White Tiger.
Night Elf once belonged to Eternal Life, and the Priestess of the Moons have the tradition of riding sabers to fight with Tiger, so they always have to experience the pain of parting with their beloved beasts many times in their lives.
Tyrande had many heads Tiger, and she made a solemn grave for each of them. Only Ash'adar died in the war and ended up with no bones left. Are you sure you want to give your ward such a name?
Won't he insult you for it?
Who is a good person who wants to be a mount for others?"
"Hey, is this something you need to think about now?"
Saloras obviously has stronger association ability.
After listening to Diakum's bizarre journey, she was the first to react and exclaimed:
"The name is the last thing that needs attention. Since Dick gave him this name, doesn't it mean that Lost Soul, who came from a distant foreign land, was reborn in another world and Qidian was not born as Human Form?
Dick said that the poor little guy was sutured with some kind of variant curse of Life Force. Although Chief Creator helped him get rid of those unnecessary hidden dangers, if this symbiosis is too deep, it means that it is indeed difficult for him to maintain his human form.
So, is your organization so tolerant?
Will one, uh, Wild God or Loa be allowed to participate?"
"How do you say that?"
Faced with Saloras's doubts, Diakum shrugged and replied:
"Different Qidian create different stories. Our Brotherhood already has Priest, Warrior, mages, pirates, engineers, and a series of other members, but we are all humanoid creatures without exception, which is a bit monotonous.
If Life Force is confirmed to be walking, wouldn't starting with a beast be more in line with his path?"
"That's true."
Saloras and Neri nodded one after another, but Oreses, who had always had a sullen face, couldn't hold it anymore.
She jumped up, stepped out and stared at Diakum fiercely. As Light of Dawn rose behind her, she shouted loudly:
"You two are out of your mind! You were actually distracted by the cunning Saint with cunning topics, and you are completely unaware of the things that must be taken seriously and strictly by us!
Commander Diakum also had his lover in his previous life, but he just mentioned it. What a cunning man, he planned to use this method to ignore this terrible thing.
But you can't hide it from me, who is smart, so, sir, before you come back, you went to see those "widows", right?
Maybe we even had an intimate exchange."
"Uh"
Damn Murphy's law also takes effect in another world, Diakum The most troublesome thing still happened.
Facing the different gazes of the three lovers, Vigilant rubbed his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"I did meet them, but how can I put it, it was quite awkward to meet each other. We are still in the stage of repairing our relationship. They also asked the same questions and invited the three of you to have a meal together in another universe under my direct control at the right time."
"Okay, okay, I don't know where the wild woman came from to start provoking!"
Oreses screamed:
"I will go to the banquet with the most powerful spells and the most vicious weapons I can find. I want to see what the women who compete with us look like."
"That."
Neri whispered with some lack of confidence:
"Really speaking, we are the "wild women who don't know where they came from", right? After all, no matter how you calculate it, they are the ones who came first."
"Shut up! Is this the time for you to be reasonable?"
Oreses said madly:
"Now is the time for the three of us to share the same hatred! This is a "Holy Gun defense war." Do you understand? Don't show off your style at this time.
People are calling me at home."
"Okay, stop making trouble."
Saloras stood up and hit her sister on the head. She hugged her somewhat sad sister, glanced at Vigilant who was very guilty, and said softly:
"Give our lover a little confidence, I believe he will be able to come up with a proper solution."
"Hiss"
Vigilant was injured by Saibo and had not recovered well in the first place. Now that he was put under pressure, it became even more of a headache.
But when he looked back at the scorching sun that jumped over the horizon, all the pressure and worries disappeared at this moment. Dispersion took a deep breath and said:
"That's it for now, let's watch the sunrise first. The first Summer Solstice Festival after more than 20,000 years is about to begin. My lovers, you don't want your poor husband to be embarrassed in front of your tribe and believers, right?
Alas, I still have a lot to do when I come back this time.
So we can talk about these trivial family matters after I finish doing the real work, okay?"
PS:
The card was reviewed this morning. Even though I looked through it and didn't know where the banned words were, I just changed it if they asked me to.
Then, at the end of the month, I asked for monthly votes. It's the last month. Brothers, please vote. If you reach 20,000 votes, it will be a perfect ending.