Chapter 10: Summoning souls and the end_1

Two minutes later.

"Where the hell are you taking us!" Kole, who had been following Motan, finally couldn't help but call out. This young thief who had tangled with two Redback beasts for nearly five minutes was stretched to his limits, both mentally and physically. His many wounds were bursting open with toxins gradually paralyzing his senses and limbs.

Motan stopped upon hearing this, nodded at him, and said quietly, "It's almost here. You can rest for a bit, and then tell me…"

"I don't care about that!" Cole collapsed uncontrollably to the ground the moment Motan finished speaking. Flanking him was the lifeless body that he had been carrying on his back. He weakly interrupted Motan, hugged the lifeless shell next to him, looked up and asked, "Why did you save me? Why did you want Rona?"

Motan bent over and handed him a healing potion. The lower half of his face, barely revealed under the hood, smiled playfully. "Rona, this beautiful name indeed belongs to a…" he toyed with a few strands of hair on the left half of Rona's face, unfazed by the sheer terror of what used to be a beautiful face now almost gone and mangled, nodded and continued, "… beautiful owner."

"What are you doing!" Having regained a bit of strength, Cole yelled in anger: "Don't insult her!"

"Insult?" Motan whispered, repeating the word before shaking his head at Cole. "Only false praise is an insult, my friend. Genuine words are not. Can't you see how pure and beautiful her soul is?"

Cole paused, looking down at the girl he had secretly loved for many years, "Her…soul…?"

To Cole's knowledge, the kind of people in this world who constantly spoke about souls fell into a few categories. First, were the priests and other religious worshipers, but the man in front of him didn't seem like a man of faith. Though there was no solid evidence, Cole felt strongly that this was true…

Of course, we all know that Motan's "non-believer" talent would prevent any preacher from approaching him, naturally convincing others that this guy wasn't a man of faith.

To the players, this simplicity made the character's information apparent as their 'aura,' 'feeling,' and talent, ensuring it wasn't abrupt.

After excluding the possibility of being religious, he only seemed left with the options of being a lunatic or someone who spends lots of their time dealing with the dead.

Although Motan seemed like a lunatic to Cole, he was leaning more towards the latter at the moment…

Necromancers, mediums, and various cultists all fell into this category. Their minds were filled with all kinds of taboo knowledge. They are considered a terrible threat by ordinary people, chaotic madmen, and embodiments of evil. However, many people secretly interact with them, providing them with countless support and assistance, all in the name of seeking 'eternity'.

If Cole had previously shared the same attitude towards these people as others, holding Rona, who had already lost her body warmth, he now felt a glimmer of hope deep inside his heart.

"Can you help me…" he suddenly grabbed the hem of Motan's robe, trembling as he said, "Help me resurrect Rona! You just said it too! She has a beautiful soul! Beautiful souls shouldn't just disappear, right!?"

Motan gave a satisfied smile. Although his understanding of this world is far worse than any of the natives, he's very good at persuading others to convince themselves with their knowledge and understanding, and ready to solidly step on any logical explanation.

"Do you know what this is?" Instead of answering Cole's question, Motan took out a small grey jar from his bag and paradoxically asked the young thief. This jar was filled with numerous constantly changing characters, and with careful observation, countless faces with different expressions could be seen, but once your attention slightly slackened, you could no longer discern them again.

[Soul Extraction Vial]

Quality: Epic

Usage: Capture Soul/Release Soul

Special Restraint: Not of the "Lawful" Camp

Effect: Captures a soul from a life that has died within 13 hours and stores it inside, no storage time limit, the shorter the time of death, the more complete the soul, only one soul can exist inside the vessel.

※If a second soul is captured, the first soul will immediately disperse※

[Note: Only a master of soul scholarship can create it, this high-level soul-bound creation can be an essential material for many taboo items, and the soul inside it will not suffer any torment. Whether you are a skilled advanced alchemist, a necromancer who urgently needs a temporary soul box, or a rich person who can afford such a special 'urn', it is a great choice. PS: Even good people don't mind dealing with it, but those who follow the rules certainly don't think the same.]