Chapter 38

Ran and Anna rushed in, one covering Lisa's mouth and the other grabbing her legs, forcibly dragging her out.

"Mmm... Let me go! I need to preach to him, I need to let him feel the power of my Lord, let me go!" By the time Lisa managed to break free, she had no idea where she had been dragged to.

Ang was unaware that Lisa was diligently spreading his fame, but recently, many inexplicable soul flames had drifted to him. Especially near the temple, the soul flames of Lisa, Oak, and the undead fire seemed to act as soul flame reservoirs, drawing large waves of soul flames when they were close.

However, as the soul flames grew more numerous, Ang did not know how to use them.

So far, Ang had discovered a few uses for soul flames. One was to serve as the energy for transferring items within the Palace of Rest, such as transferring food, which required soul flames, and transferring the Bronze Book, which also needed soul flames. However, the Bronze Book not only required soul flames but also needed to be unsealed, as it was sealed.

This shattered Nigris' dream of regaining freedom, causing him to increasingly enjoy projecting himself. Now, he was almost always projected onto Ang, pointing and directing.

Fortunately, Ang was just a skeleton with no private life; otherwise, he would have tried to add more seals to him.

Secondly, soul flames could restore Ang's consumed soul power, which was a very practical use. However, Ang did not consume much soul power, as he did not fight with others. Apart from using the Scythe of Death to harvest crops, his soul power consumption was minimal.

Thirdly... well, there was a significant loss when replacing damaged bones, but Ang had found another method to repair bones, using the cool aura contained in the Resting Wind, so he no longer needed to replace bones.

The excess soul flames accumulated in large quantities. He, the undead fire, Lisa, Oak, the small zombie, and the angelic skeleton could consume some, but that was only a small portion. The soul flames offered by those who came to worship at the temple every day were far more than they could consume.

Fortunately, Ang had a pouch that seemed bottomless, and he could just stuff the excess soul flames into it.

Moreover, as the soul flames increased, the pouch seemed to undergo some subtle changes, with more and more magical runes appearing on it.

Could this pouch evolve?

Ang had asked Nigris about this, but strangely, Nigris could not see the existence of the pouch. He knew Ang had such a pouch, but he could not see it, and he did not know why.

Since it did not have much use, Ang did not pay much attention to it, completely unaware that Lisa had already spread his fame to the Ice City.

Even if he had known, he would not have paid much attention. He was just a skeleton who grew vegetables, and he did not care much about things that did not help him grow vegetables.

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Two days later, feeling itchy all over except for the spot on his hand that Lisa had touched with holy light, the silver coin finally confirmed that a miracle had truly happened to him. The woman who kept shouting "My Lord Ang" could really cure his aftereffects.

"Lord Ran, who was the beautiful lady the day before yesterday? Can I visit her?" the silver coin approached Ran and Anna.

"Lady? What lady? Which day?" Ran looked puzzled.

"The lady you and Miss Anna dragged away that day."

"Oh, Lisa, she's gone back. She lives in a very distant northern land, and it takes half a year to get home. Do you want to visit her? You'll need to be well-prepared, as the Resting Wind in the wild is very fierce."

"Oh, so far away. It seems Lady Lisa is very powerful, able to walk for half a year against the Resting Wind. That's amazing," the silver coin said admiringly.

He now understood why this world lacked food. The Resting Wind, which blew every evening, was the Wind of Death. All living things could not survive under the Resting Wind, not even the undead, let alone crops.

A delicate, living person walking for half a year against the Resting Wind to get home? Was she trying to fool a slime? Only brainless soft monsters would believe such a thing.

But Ran clearly did not want them to meet, using this lame excuse to discourage him.

On the way back, the silver coin kept thinking about whether to use his ultimate move. Before he could decide, a cloud of smoke suddenly rose from the ground and enveloped him. It was a ghost.

The two maids instinctively wanted to attack, but he stopped them, as a woman's voice came from the ghost: "When the Resting Wind blows, go out against the wind and turn left."

The silver coin vaguely remembered that this was the voice of the woman who had shouted "My Lord Ang" that day.

That evening, after the Resting Wind blew, the silver coin went out against the wind and turned left. The two maids were much more sensitive to the Resting Wind and could not leave the house, so he had to go alone.

He was soon pulled into a ditch.

Over the centuries, people had developed many methods to deal with the Resting Wind, such as digging pits, holes, ditches, and tunnels. If they had the ability of an infrastructure fanatic, they could even dig interconnected ditches on the ground to form a city.

However, it was meaningless with such a small population; no matter how many ideas they had, they could not be realized.

In the ditch, the silver coin met Lisa. He was eager to say something but was silenced by Lisa's finger. She then led him through a series of twists and turns to a cave.

"President Silver Coin, I heard you want to see me?" Lisa finally stopped and turned to the silver coin.

The silver coin rubbed his nose. He had just gone to see Ran and Anna, and as soon as he went out, Lisa found him. What had the Ice City become under Lisa's influence?

After some thought, the silver coin rolled up his sleeve, showing the spot where Lisa had used holy light, and asked, "You performed a miracle on my hand."

Lisa smiled slightly. "That is the power of my Lord Ang."

The silver coin rolled up his sleeve a bit more, revealing the rotten skin below, and asked, "Can you perform a miracle here again?"

The aftereffects had already set in, but because of Lisa, he had resisted taking his medication. He wanted to find out if Lisa really had the ability to cure his aftereffects.

Lisa's face showed a look of "I knew it": "I knew it would be like this. The Mark of Corruption, the Light Church's method of control is still so malicious."

The silver coin was taken aback. The Mark of Corruption? A method of control? Could his guess be true?