Actually, I'm a Necromancer. I Can Bring Your Mother Back to Life!

Arturo is still searching, still looking for his own path, wanting to know the origins of Lateran's aura and emotions.

That wasn't enough; she wanted to know the true nature of human emotions.

Why do I possess this Originium Arts?

"Indeed, it's about stirring people's emotions and letting them see their true selves."

Arturo is already thinking about it.

But as we all know, sometimes human thinking doesn't make us smarter; instead, it can do bad things.

Arturo, an art student rather than a science student, was unaware of this. With each performance over the years, she felt as if a piece of her heart was missing after each cello recital.

Through her music, she realized that the audience only thought it sounded good, but did not truly understand the emotions contained in her music.

This made Arturo very dissatisfied. Apart from her mother's words, she had never received any recognition from childhood, and almost no one could understand her feelings.

"Sunflower Monastery..."

Arturo drove alone and arrived at the monastery on the third day after Master Huang's arrival.

She was warmly welcomed by the children as soon as she arrived at the Sunflower Monastery.

Perhaps it's the reserved nature of musicians, or perhaps it's a lack of emotional connection.

Arturo didn't seem particularly happy; instead, he stood on the stage as if he had simply completed his job.

However, she soon spotted a boy in the crowd of Lateran children.

Huang Cao naturally saw her too. Compared to the wicked charm in the story, Arturo now appeared much more innocent, like a pure female college student who had just graduated and had been brutally beaten by society.

At the same time, Huang Cao's appearance at this time had almost no racial characteristics, and his height was not particularly noticeable, even only slightly taller Arturo.

But his face is undeniably handsome and refined, radiating a youthful charm that defies easy description.

She looks so sunny and cheerful; I really want her to play the piano with gusto.

Moreover, the people present were either Sarkaz or Liberi, making it difficult not to notice Master Huang.

"Ms. Lyssa, may I ask who this gentleman is? You don't seem to have mentioned it in your letter. I wonder what kind of music he likes? If he's a foreigner, it would be terrible if he accidentally offended me."

Huang Cao smiled and said, "Ms. Arturo, I am a traveler from Utopia named Huang Cao. There is no music I cannot listen to, as long as it sounds good."

As long as it sounds good, it seems like someone who doesn't understand art.

Arturo sighed inwardly. He had thought that since Utopia and Lateran were both paradises, the boy in front of him would give a more interesting answer, but he didn't expect him to be the same as the Lateran people.

They are clearly the most emotional race, yet they cannot hear the emotions in their own music.

Is it really necessary to use Originium Arts?

Arturo's Originium Arts can amplify people's obsessions and emotions, but her musical performances can do the same.

However, without using Originium Arts, few people can draw upon the emotions released in her music.

As her emotions faded, she gradually became an empty shell, eventually losing all control over her power.

Now others can still sense her, but in the future, only she will be able to sense others.

Because not everyone is a music connoisseur, what most people seek is something that sounds good.

Pursuing pleasant-sounding music is also part of music, and it has no distinction of high or low status.

"Very well, please enjoy my music."

The strings vibrated, and the music resonated throughout the hall, creating a joyful atmosphere known as childlike innocence.

Huang Cao closed his eyes; in truth, given his musical level, he wouldn't appreciate particularly sophisticated playing techniques.

But unlike others who listen to Arturo play, he actively tries to accept the emotional fluctuations in the music.

After all, the Banshee in the house also cast spells by singing, and Huang Cao had spent several years in the Banshee River Valley. With the blessing of Originium, he was also a super mage.

Using scientific methods to understand music is also a form of appreciation.

Arturo's music drifted through the empty church like a broken thread of silk.

For a fleeting moment, Huang Cao seemed to begin to question the meaning of life.

Because he discovered that Arturo was now playing a cheerful piece, but he could not feel any joy or even sadness in the music.

In other words, the piece played this time contained no emotion whatsoever; it was merely the friction and vibration of the cello bow and strings.

Music is a magical thing, because people with feelings can express their emotions in music, thus achieving the same vibrational frequency as the book but with subtle differences. This is an extremely superb skill.

At the same time, this skill can be performed even by those who are not masters.

Arturo is now like a fully automatic music player; it sounds good, after all, the basics of the music are there, and it would sound the same if a robot played it.

When the music ended, everyone offered their applause in recognition of the performance.

Arturo took a deep breath. "This piece is called Joy. I wonder if everyone is satisfied?"

Sister Lyssa and the children of the orphanage applauded, but Arturo turned his gaze to the Huang Cao, which still had its eyes closed.

"Sir from Utopia, after listening to this, did you feel a sense of admiration for Lateran music?"

When Arturo asked the question, Huang Cao thought for a moment and then opened her eyes.

"If this level of skill is enough to be called a musician, then Utopia today would have hundreds of millions of musicians comparable to Ms. Arturo."

The church fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

This is undoubtedly a provocation. Utopia has never produced much music or art, and can be described as an artistic wasteland.

Arturo said with a forced smile, "Sir, you're being a bit presumptuous."

"Did you bring the sheet music?" Huang Cao flipped his hand, revealing a plant resembling a rose in his palm. "As long as I have the sheet music, I can present the same performance to everyone here."

"I don't have sheet music, but I have it all in my mind. I can write it down for you, Ms. Lyssa. Please prepare a pen and paper for me, thank you."

Arturo's desire to win was stirred.

You can say my music has a seductive effect, but you absolutely cannot say it's unpleasant to listen to.

Huang Cao didn't actually say anything unpleasant, but the provocation he just made was undoubtedly unpleasant to Arturo.

Arturo quickly wrote down a musical score. Huang Cao took the score, then, amidst the angry and puzzled expression of the black-haired angel, crumpled it into a ball and fed it to the flower in her hand.

Upon receiving the message, the flower seemed to come alive, leaping from the palm onto the stage and sprouting long branches that hooked onto Arturo's cello and bow.

A few seconds later, with the waving of the branches, the melodious and joyful music was played once again.

Furthermore, both the sound and the vibration frequency of the flower's performance could be described as flawless, even Arturo couldn't help but marvel at it.

But why is it so empty?

As a musician, Arturo quickly understood the meaning behind Huang Cao's "provocation."

It turns out this guy could actually tell the difference, and that was someone other than his mother...

Arturo really didn't use any emotion just now; he was even thinking about something else, and was just playing based on muscle Remembrance.

She had performed this dozens of times, and each time she received countless applause. No one ever raised any objections; all she received was praise.

The flower performance ended quickly, and the children gave it a warm round of applause.

This scene, which seemed straight out of a fairy tale, left the adults present deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time.

"I take back my rudeness. Thank you for your criticism. Would you like to hear me play another piece?"

The flowers that had just been played had withered, and a sense of anticipation rose in Arturo's heart as he looked at the Huang Cao with a determined gaze.

"Then please play another piece for us."

Huang Cao's youthful voice was gentle and clear, making the listener feel as if they were in the warm spring water under the sun, just as spring had arrived.

Chapter 546 Actually, I'm a necromancer, I can lift your mother up!

Emotions transform into waves, and waves transform into confusion.

Amidst the vibrations of the strings, everyone not only enjoyed the music but also heard Arturo's inner turmoil.

What is the meaning of growth, and why do we need to grow from saplings into trees?

Is it really just a genetic issue? But if it really is just a genetic issue...

Why did the Creator endow humankind with so many emotions and feelings? Many creatures in nature don't even have complete thought processes, yet their genes still continue to exist, and they are even more powerful than humans.

Everything, through the music, affected everyone.

Adults are thinking about how to spend their lives in the future, while children are fantasizing about the world when they grow up.

But this was merely an emotional outpouring, rather than amplifying the emotions in people's hearts as the original storyline suggested.

Arturo hasn't completely turned bad yet; he's still searching for answers within himself.

She struggled in the corridors of life, finding no relief for a long time.

When the music ended, Huang Cao praised the angel's performance with the warmest applause.

"It's a beautiful and unforgettable melody, but you're still searching."

"So, Mr. Huang, can you understand the confusion in my heart?"

Arturo then posed the question back to the other person, knowing that they already knew what she was thinking.

Huang Cao didn't answer immediately, but after she finished playing, she kept it a secret and said she would give a reply in the next few days.

Arturo also noticed it; he guessed it was because there were many people at the scene.

That very evening, she found Huang Cao watching the moon from the church rooftop.

"Can you come up?" Huang Cao looked down at Arturo in the church courtyard.

Arturo glanced at the height, a smile playing on his lips:

"Climbing over the wall is not the proper behavior of a lady. I believe you, Mr. Huang, are a gentleman of taste and would not have the heart to let a young girl like me climb such a high wall with my bare hands."

Huang Cao, having been showered with praise, didn't bother to say anything. Plant tentacles sprouted from her palms and carried her up the wall, which was to her right.

The two sat side by side, Arturo not holding his instrument.

Because reality isn't a game, and a cello isn't exactly lightweight.

Who would carry this thing around aimlessly for no reason? It's usually only used when it's needed.

Huang Cao immediately said, "I don't know if what I'm saying is right, but I think you're sick."

"You're sick, "Arturo laughed in exasperation at this remark, but he didn't argue back.

She knew better than anyone that she was ill, but it wasn't a physical illness.

"I wonder if Doctor Huang has any insights and could prescribe some medicine to help treat my illness."

"My prescription consists of only two words: Put it down."

"Arturo Giallo, after your performance this afternoon, I learned your story from Sister Lyssa."

"So I'm despicable, aren't I? I killed my own mother, and my father hates me. According to the doctrine, I'm a completely incompetent Sarkaz."

"I don't understand." Huang Cao took a deep breath. "Why do you blame yourself for your mother's death? Is it because your music could cause enemy shells to hit your mother?"

"But it was because of me that my mother wanted to become a war correspondent."

"Is it possible that this was your mother's dream all along, and that she didn't want to become a war correspondent because of you? You don't even dare to face your own Originium Arts, and you mistakenly blame yourself for your mother's death."

Huang Cao: "I believe that even without you, your mother would still have become a war correspondent in the future. You did nothing wrong, because you helped your mother solidify her own path."

"Easier said than done."

Arturo shook her head. Outsiders certainly made it sound so easy, but how could she possibly let it go?

If it weren't for me, my mother could have lived a few more years, or even changed her mind along the way.

"Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to control your own mother's life?"

Huang Cao once again refuted the angel's idea.

"What you're saying makes it sound like you want your mother to die whenever she wants. That's incredibly arrogant, and having such thoughts is a betrayal of your mother."

"You are preventing your mother from pursuing her dreams, trying to control her life, just to satisfy your own selfish desires."

"I don't!"