Chapter 272 Death’s Agent
The soul hunter can be said to be the agent of the Silent Death and the manager of the Requiem Realm.
Latent stalking during the day and deadly pursuit at night, he is the key figure connecting the Requiem Realm and reality, throughout All Saints' Day.
Judging from the emotion at the opening of the dungeon, the Soul Hunter has become a little delirious after hundreds of years of hunting, and its long-held expectations are about to be realized.
"Spiritual wear and tear... Do the undead also have a period of aging?" Wei Miao speculated, "This is not like the mental strength that a person favored by the gods should have."
For a true God's favored person, a mere 300 years is far from enough for his spirit to decay.
She had served as the rabbit god "Scarlet Eye" in the second dungeon and created hundreds of gods' followers, so she has a certain understanding of this aspect.
Even for a lowly god like "Scarlet Eye", its representative "Lubit" can survive for more than 300 years.
Due to their absolute belief in the gods themselves, the gods have tempered their tenacious faith and will, and their mental strength is not at the same level as that of ordinary extraordinary beings.
Besides, if the "long wait" mentioned by the soul hunter is a dedication to the gods, its mood should be excited when it is about to be completed.
But in fact, it was tired and indifferent, and its words were filled with relief.
Wei Miao touched the edge of her face. The crow mask was embedded in the flesh. The leather spread to the neck, covering the original appearance.
"It would make sense if its predecessor was also a resident of Sabo Town, and took advantage of the disaster to be promoted to a god's family. Locals who are familiar with the town are more convenient than airborne god's family. Act."
"It is not justified by faith, but... it has made a certain agreement with death."
"For 300 years. The price it pays for hunting and waiting is that although it has been promoted to a god, its spiritual level is still that of an ordinary person, without any real extraordinary will.”
Wei Miao walked along the road in the garden and glanced at the tombstones. The brief inscriptions on them wrote the life of the deceased.
After walking through the unexplored areas during the day, as expected, one person’s tombstone was not among them.
“Who will be promoted as a loved one of the gods?” Wei Miao began to walk back, “The Silent Death originally had no foundation in this area. If he wants to choose people, it is impossible for him to choose a homeless person as a loved one of the gods. God. The status of the family members cannot be desecrated. "
"The God of Silent Death has made arrangements early, so the most likely candidate for the family members is... the mayor of the town."
This is a guess. It started from a small detail.
In the Requiem Realm, the mayor's original residence is the only residential house with an unlocked door.
If the soul hunter is the mayor, obviously, there will be no obstacle to returning to his home.
“There is no tombstone of the mayor in the cemetery. If he is really a soul hunter, the Blessing Sect will not be able to erect a monument for the pagan gods in their own cemetery.”
“And in terms of status, the mayor represents the administrative power of the town and is qualified to be a pawn to counter the Blessing Sect.”
The city hall and the church face each other across the square from the statue of the god. The opposition and coexistence between church and state can be seen from the orientation of the two.
The same pattern exists in the realm of requiem. As a descendant of the gods, the soul hunter is the representative of the Silent Death, and his residence is opposite the cathedral.
It makes sense in a symbolic sense. Symbols are the key to interpreting the gods.
The supremely powerful gods cannot come to the world in person, so most of them appear as symbols.
“The mayor who is familiar with the town is also the best person to manage special residents, including the subsequent guidance and establishment of All Saints’ Day, and cooperation with the Blessing Sect...”
“It’s just that , he should know the arrival and consequences of the catastrophe, after all, what kind of benefits will he have to contribute in the future, and he will use the lives of the whole town as a bargaining chip to make a pact with the Silent Death?"
Hattu once came to the town to persuade residents to flee the town, but was ignored. By then, the mayor might have known the truth.
Catastrophe, as a natural disaster, will definitely come. But if he had come forward, the death tragedy of the Cataclysm might not have happened. But this ruined the plans of both gods.
“So, the mayor is actually powerless to prevent the coming of the catastrophe. Rather, he has obtained something from the Silent Death at the cost of 300 years of watching.”< br>
Thinking of this, Wei Miao felt that she needed to go to the city hall to take a look.
The city hall was converted from the former mayor's residence. If the mayor really left any clues, that is the most likely place.
Of course, these are all her guesses based on very little known information. During the limited stay, the town of Sabo was almost in a state of sleep, and exploring the game and transaction between the two gods was the most appropriate thing at the moment.
After putting the tools back into the tombkeeper’s hut, Wei Miao flew out of the cemetery.
Condescendingly, no one was seen in the square. She seemed to be the only one awake in the town.
Wei Miao raised her head and took a look. The sky was clear and clear. In the starry night sky, there was a rainbow-colored star that was particularly bright.
The distance between the town hall and the cemetery is very short, just across a square.
At the speed of a soul hunter, half a minute later, she stepped onto the stone steps in front of the city hall.
Midnight is non-working time, and the door of the city hall is closed.
Wei Miao walked around the city hall and found that the balcony on the side of the second floor was a good sneaking channel.
Balconies are usually not very tightly sealed because few people can enter from the balcony.
She landed silently on the semi-circular balcony, stepped forward and opened the unlocked frosted glass door, and entered the room smoothly.
This is an office space. A large pile of documents is stacked on the desk next to the door. Many heavy-looking wooden tables are placed in a row.
Wei Miao glanced briefly but did not take a closer look.
In fact, she had no idea what she might find. If there is any clue left in the world, what form might it take?
Wei Miao could only answer "It's fate."
It is possible, and not unlikely, that there will be no traces.
But with her extraordinary insights, she vaguely felt that the soul hunter should leave some arrangements.
For him, Sabo Town is just one of many arrangements like stars. At most, he can have an idea and make use of people and things, and it is impossible for him to end up.
He stands high in the dome and observes thousands of things. Everything can be picked up and discarded at will.
The use of sacrifices to interfere is their common method.
The formation of the Requiem Realm will not be the result of His direct action. The souls living in it and the connection with All Saints' Day all show that it is the result of the great cataclysm.
He is the designer, not the doer.
The actor is someone else, and of course this task will fall on the gods.
As for the scale and layout of the Requiem Domain, Wei Miao didn’t believe it if the mayor didn’t make any preliminary preparations.
The most convenient place to prepare is naturally your own home.
Belated holiday greetings: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!