"So the one lying in here is... Budalas?"
Wukongjia walked up to the sarcophagus and gently stroked it.
Kallen asked, "You and Budalas were the closest, weren't you?"
Neo shook his head before Wukongjia could answer, pointed at his own forehead, and said, "Apparently not."
Wukongjia said, "Of all of them, Budalas and I were the least close. I actually kept in touch more often with Phileas and Dikalost."
Although both were clerics of the Order God Church, Budalas had followed the orthodox path. After graduating, he had worked his way up from the lowest ranks to the High Priest Position, then led the Order God Church to victory in its thousands of years of conflict with Light, firmly establishing its position as the greatest church.
Wukongjia, on the other hand, had never changed his ways as a womanizing wanderer. He disliked mundane affairs and squandered his great talent for cultivation. In the end, falling in love with a Divine Artifact had left him neither human nor ghost, a "mummy" for a thousand years.
Budalas had disapproved of Wukongjia's attitude toward life, while Wukongjia had disliked Budalas's stern rigidity. They had gradually grown apart in real life as a result.
But time was the best sieve, filtering out the impurities and leaving only the finest memories.
Wukongjia was no longer the young master who had left romantic entanglements everywhere he went. Seeing Budalas's coffin again instead filled him with melancholy and longing.
"Are we awakening him?" Wukongjia asked. "On the High Priest's orders?"
Someone of Budalas's historical stature could not possibly have been transferred out of the First Knight Order without special written approval from the High Priest.
"Yes, that's right." Kallen nodded and first walked over to Dikalost's display case. "Have you examined him?"
"We have. Awakening him will