Super Righteous Player
Chapter 403 - 400 Annan and Salvatore’s Relationship_1

Chapter 403: Chapter 400 Annan and Salvatore’s Relationship_1

"The Dream Stealer Denton is dead?"

Annun’s tone was somewhat astonished.

But he was clearly distrustful of this information, "Can it be confirmed that the one who died is really ’Denton’ himself? Could he have escaped instead?

"Has a professional been dispatched to examine the body and spell traces?"

With the capabilities of a Gold-ranked Soul Reaper Wizard, using someone else as a substitute and altering all the witnesses’ memories to make them believe that he is dead—such a thing should also be feasible.

However, Eugene shook his head, denying this possibility.

"He is really dead. And his death was very direct."

Although the enemy he had intended to deal with had inexplicably died on his own... Eugene’s brows were tightly knit, and his mood was clearly not good, "His soul might have died in Bernadino’s memory or even got lost. It might even have used some secret spell to escape.

"But at least his body is dead—his spine was yanked out by Bernadino himself. His soul already has no way of returning home."

From this perspective, he could indeed be considered dead.

Without a body, the only option left for him was to seek out the various False Gods before his soul dissipated. To see if any of the powerful beings were interested in him and willing to take him as a messenger.

——But he could not return to life anymore.

Even the soul of a Transcendent cannot inhabit another’s body because their physical form and soul are simply incompatible. Even if the soul was just residing inside, it would continually harm the body, trying to mold it into the soul’s shape.

But clearly, a human body cannot be kneaded like clay.

Unless a completely identical body could be created... or the soul was directly placed into an unborn fetus. Only then could a soul that has lost its body be preserved and contained.

For instance, Tan Juan Geraint.

His soul had been preserved by Benjamin and sent back. However, it was obvious that the Geraint family did not have the technology or ability to recreate his body...

Therefore, the current "Tan Juan" had once again been placed into his mother’s womb. Of course, not his biological mother, but a collateral female descendant with the Geraint bloodline found by the old Crow... after all, his true mother had been dead for many years. And when Tan Juan is reborn, he will no longer be able to use the name "Tan Juan".

——Annan called this cutting and starting over, reincarnating in place.

But obviously, no one would do such a thing for Denton.

He had already offended everyone he could offend.

No one would try to find, meticulously preserve his soul, and find a compatible fetus to resurrect him.

But then...

"Spine?"

Annun asked softly.

He slightly furrowed his brow, thinking of something.

Like the Philosopher’s Stone of the Hermes doctrine.

When he first met Bernadino, and Bernadino inquired about the details of the "resurrection" ritual, and found out that his soul was almost burnt out...

At that time, Annan had speculated.

He might go for the Philosopher’s Stone.

But as Annan’s understanding of Nicholas II gradually deepened, he realized it was unlikely. Because if Bernadino knew Nicholas or could communicate with him, he wouldn’t have taken the risk of being killed by the Paper Princess to ask Annan.

Just obtaining the Philosopher’s Stone would already enable him to maintain longevity.

Why bother with the extra step of "resurrecting"?

"Speaking of which," Annan thought of Bernadino and spoke again, "Who killed Bernadino? Or did he escape?"

"He committed suicide."

Eugene simply replied, "Both Bernadino and Denton are troublesome types. Denton could invade the consciousness of a Gold-tier Transcendent from a few hundred meters away, altering their memories; Bernadino, on the other hand, could neither be killed nor dared to be killed.

"So the high-ranking Transcendents in the Royal Capital, after activating their rainproof devices or abilities immediately, started to watch from a safe distance."

After all, it was true dog-eat-dog... neither’s death was worth pitying. Rather, it would be a great boon for everyone if they could perish together.

"It’s just a pity, Bernadino is definitely not dead."

Eugene sighed, "The resurrection ability of the Spirit Vessel Monk is too stable. He definitely has soul shards placed somewhere else."

"Can’t his resurrection location be traced?"

"It can only be determined to be within the Royal Capital. But the exact location is completely undetectable."

The man with the plain appearance shrugged helplessly, saying, "It can’t be traced.

"No one is willing to look for ’The Pure Medium’. His Curse Binding is just too troublesome... and his own strength isn’t weak. That ’Soul-displacing Demon Eye’ can directly strip the soul from others if it hits directly. Even Gold-tier Transcendents would die instantly."

"So even if it could be traced... the result would definitely be that it can’t be traced, right?"

The Paper Princess interjected.

Eugene spread his hands, "Yes, milord. That’s how it is."

"What’s the result of the accident in terms of casualties?"

Annan asked with concern, "There must have been quite a few Transcendents who died, right? How do you plan to handle the nightmares that are produced?"

He seemed somewhat surprised that Annan would be interested in this issue.

"Please wait, Your Highness."

Although looking up the information was a bit of trouble, Eugene’s mouth curved slightly upward, revealing a genuine, faint smile.

Annan keenly caught this brief smile.

...This guy, he really is a decent person.

It’s a pity he was born into such a family and has to work in this industry...

Eugene meticulously flipped through the documents on the table, carefully checked against several stacks of paperwork for a while, and scribbled some calculations on the paper before turning back to Annan and solemnly answering, "For now, the casualties could be over seven hundred people."

"That many?"

Annan was immediately shocked.

"That’s calculated at the minimum. Because there are also some who went directly ’missing.’ Their bodies have completely disappeared. It’s much easier to pinpoint Transcendents—simply through the increase in curse energy in the air, plus the corpses that have been found, we can calculate the precise death toll. Eleven at the bronze rank, fifty-one at the silver rank."

"...Why are there so many more silver than bronze?"

Annan asked in confusion.

Merely reading the documents, Eugene explained slowly, "It’s said to be because of the ’Soul-displacing Demon Eye.’ Bernadino used his demon eye once, killing everyone within a forty-degree field of vision in front of him, including a silver-ranked Wizard formation. Of those ’dead with bodies,’ just this one strike accounted for over sixty percent.

"As for the nightmares... the current number of nightmares generated is zero."

"What?"

Annan was astonished.

"Because there are no Transcendent souls, Your Highness," Eugene sighed. "Bernadino has captured all the souls of the Transcendents... It’s already starting to get a bit foggy outside. But without a soul as an anchor point, not a single nightmare was born.

"This definitely isn’t good. There have already been cases of palace maids and guards falling ill. Even if His Majesty’s room has been urgently sealed off, if the curse truly spreads, I fear even His Majesty’s body won’t hold up."

"So what do we do?"

As soon as Annan asked, he paused slightly.

He nodded in sudden realization, understanding something, "Do you already have a plan? Let’s hear it?"

Eugene nodded slowly, inquiring seriously, "Do you still remember... Tan Juan?"

Hearing the name of the person he had impersonated, spoken by his older brother,

Annan didn’t show any sign of surprise.

He understood Eugene’s implication.

Since there were curses but no nightmares... then they would have to fabricate a nightmare.

This was something Benjamin had done before.

"...Do you want to call Master Benjamin back?"

"No, no, no. Lord Benjamin’s status is too high..."

Eugene’s face showed a bitter expression, shaking his head repeatedly.

He explained, "But he left behind his techniques. A silver-rank conversion Wizard is enough to accomplish it. However, considering that the person responsible for generating the nightmares might tamper with them, we must have someone we can trust to do it.

"Your Highness... do you have someone you can trust?"

Hearing such a cautious inquiry, Annan let out a light laugh.

In the Royal Capital... would they really be unable to find a silver-rank conversion Wizard?

Perhaps. But it’s more likely that Eugene... or rather, the Geraint family, is testing the waters.

Although Eugene is a good man, he is all too accustomed to talking in a roundabout way.

He’s actually asking Annan, "What is your relationship with the Tower’s Child, really?"

Are we just brothers on paper? Or true brothers?

Of course, there is only one answer.

"Alright, I’ll take care of it,"

Annan responded calmly, "I will write a letter to inquire with my ’reliable friend.’"