Chapter 684

"There's... Nothing there, your majesty."

Jon Clinton was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said.

He didn't know what words he should use to describe it. Finally, he paused for a long time, and then said the closest word.

"It's pitch black."

"Nothingness."

Jon Clinton did go to the other side of the world, but for him, the feeling could not be described in simple words, so he could only tell wesselis.

"Nothingness?"

It was the first time that wesselis had a conversation with someone who had died and then returned, which naturally aroused interest.

But when he heard Jon Clinton's words, his eyebrows widened slightly and his heart guessed a little more.

"Maybe not on that side, your majesty."

"I just feel like I'm in the dark."

Jon Clinton could not describe his situation after his death in words. All those illusions and nothingness seemed to stop at his mouth.

And wesselis was silent. He knew that Jon didn't have to deceive himself on this question, so he didn't have to ask any more.

"So... What am I going to do next?"

"Milaxis?"

Then, under the Yellow campfire, the silver haired young man sitting in the center of the Red Castle cellar slightly turned his lavender eyes, looked at the stone statue on the ground and asked.

Jon Clinton didn't realize until then that there was a third person in the cellar. A faceless stone statue was quietly looking at him, which made him shiver again. He never believed in these ghosts and gods before, but he didn't open his eyes until he died.

He was the weakest of the three people present. Even when Jon was just awakened by wesselis, he saw such a huge spiritual power and almost thought he had seen the seven gods

Jon couldn't help shaking his head with self mockery when he thought about it.

It turned out that he had been the former Prime Minister for so many years and thought he knew wesselis best, but now he found that his Majesty was far more mysterious than he thought.

However, at this time, wesselis suddenly asked. There was a silence in the stone statue on the other side, and a woman's voice responded.

"Next, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Then why didn't you say it earlier."

Wesselis frowned again.

"Because gathering souls is not the priest of milaxis. Have you forgotten her God's name?"

Mirassis is the God of the sea god in the mythological system of varelia. The full name of the abbreviated version is the Lord of the sea, who is in charge of the sea and storms.

Therefore, according to Dr. malwin, a bachelor who has a lot of research on the history of Valeria, the sailors of the former free fortress of Valeria should sacrifice milaxis before going to sea and pray for calm.

"Bellerian is the God of death. He is responsible for gathering all the dead souls."

"Whether in vain, old age, death or war, all souls are under his control."

"He is the end of all life in Valeria."

Mirassis opened his voice calmly, explaining the Ministry of the God of death.

However, wesselis felt more and more familiar when he heard what milaxis said.

Isn't your ability to absorb souls coincide with bellerian's clergy?

"Where did the God of death of Valeria go?"

Then the silver haired youth asked in a slightly urgent voice, but there was no answer from the statue.

"Sorry."

Wesselis took a deep breath and waved his hand. He knew he was a little impatient.

Because milassis once said that she didn't know what happened at that time and how the powerful varelian gods were directly packed and taken away by the enemy.

She is just a humble idea deposited by milaxis in the idol.

"You need to calm down."

But then milaxis spoke slowly.

"There must be a secret hidden in you, I know, but your entry is too fast. You need to stop temporarily and look at the past calmly."

Milassis didn't know what secret was hidden in wesselis, but a mortal must have an opportunity behind this step. Her kind reminder made wesselis calm down in an instant.

"Since you can't come back from the dead, what should Jon's soul do?"

"All I know is... There are two ways."

And milaxis saw wesselis calm down and spoke.

"The first is to become a wandering ghost like me and live on the fire of faith in your body."

"He can't control his dead body, nor can he be too far away from you."

"But the spirit also has the advantages of the spirit. He can still give you wise advice. He can also help you find out secrets or attach yourself to other living people."

Ghost consultant?

Guardian spirit?

Wesselis heard the first method of milaxis, and the idea flashed through his mind.

Because it is really like a guardian spirit, and there is no limit to his life. As long as he can absorb enough soul nourishment, he can survive forever like milaxis. Of course, the premise of doing so is that wesselis's divine fire is always burning.

"What about the second method?"

Wesselis thought for a moment and asked without comment.

"The second method is rebirth."

"Find a pregnant woman who is still pregnant and has not given birth, and put his soul into her body."

"The birth of a newborn in the mother's body is the process of life birth. The baby in the mother's belly has not formed its own soul, but his soul can replace it."

"Can't you reincarnate?"

Neither of these seemed to be a panacea. Wesselis heard of milaxis's second method, and then turned to look at Jon's soul in the palm of his hand.

Jon's wife happened to have his flesh and blood, and he could choose this way to live another life.

"Reincarnation?"

Milaxis was stunned at the speech and didn't understand wesselis's words, but he thought about it and probably realized something through the literal meaning.

"No reincarnation."

"Every newborn is a new soul, and the soul of every dead person will dissipate except in the end."

"Is that so?"

There was something thoughtful on wesselis's face.

Milassis was not omniscient, and she only knew part of it, which he knew.

Because if all souls will dissipate, it can't explain that the cold God has revived the kings of the north. According to reason, some of their souls have spanned thousands of years and should have been extinguished long ago.

But wesselis didn't ask directly. Then he looked again at the soul of Jon Clinton in the palm. He decided to give the choice to himself.

Do you choose to be a loner or live another life?