Chapter 421: Bookie also ate

Chapter 421: Bookie also ate

Sofia, Ihuarah, Pareth and Bookie were sitting around a bonfire in a valley not far from the tower. The conversation had drifted away to a great many topics, with Ihuarah taking his turn to ask a lot of questions about the last years events, as well as Zerei and Aliths current whereabouts.

In between two bites of Firebird roasted meat, Sofia brought the subject of soul-offsprings back up.

Can you tell me more about the Spiritually-reproducing races? she asked.

Ihuarah answered with a question of his own, You know about Dragons already. Is it the Fey or the Nymphs which interest you?

Honestly, both. Fey and Fae are the same thing, right? Sofia first asked, From what I know they are supposedly extinct.

Fey, Fae, Fairy, all different ways to refer to the same race. They are a reclusive few, and not eager to reproduce, some of their species might have very well gone extinct by now, I would not be surprised. My mentor, the one who taught me the basics of animism, thousands of years back, was a Fey. He is probably still alive.

It has been more than three thousand years since you died and you still believe him to be alive?

That is so. He is a hermit, the troubles of the world have always failed to reach him. Thousands of years may go by but they mean little to him.

He must be powerful, Sofia commented.

Not particularly. I was stronger than him by the time of my death. He is not interested in growing stronger. But the respect he commands among the stronger races is not to be underestimated, Ihuarah explained before stuffing his face full of roasted bird meat.

Hmm Bookie, can you show him the page?

The book of skeletons appeared in Bookies small hands and he brought it to Ihuarah, showing him the page containing the tiny creature born from a Midenicite ingot, which Sofia still did not have the mana to summon yet.

Ihuarah let out a rare expression of surprise as he observed the page.

Sofia explained the skeletons origin, showing Ihuarah the old logs of the Ingots description, and what she thought about it, which left Ihuarah pensive for a while as he ate. It was only when he had finished drinking his entire bowl of soup that he felt ready to talk.

I believe I have a clear explanation about how this may have happened. Be aware that it is all conjecture.

That would already be nice, as I have nothing.

To begin with, let me explain the basic, innate power, which all Fey have, regardless of the species. They corrupt their environment.

Corrupt?

Ihuarah nodded in confirmation, That is to say, the environment around them changes to copy their characteristics, the longer they stay in the same place, the more drastic the changes. In the case of my master, he is from a species with innate powers in soul magic, and as he stays in the same place, everything around him develops a strong spiritual body which will naturally defend him.

Wait, wait. Did you not say when I first summoned you that Animism first came from a belief that all things have a soul? How would you make that mistake with that kind of mentor?

[Fae wings dust extract] : A potion brewed around the natural powers of invisibility of an extinct species of magicless fae. It allows light to flow through you, and completely suppresses any sound, mana, heat, and particle emission.

Active skills will be unavailable.

May cause sensory deprivation, loss of balance and loss of own-body spatial perception.

Allows phasing through thin objects such as grass or pebbles.

Mana regeneration -75% while the effect is active.

Effect Duration : 6 hours.

Item level : 166.

Grade : Precious.

It does say extinct species here And for Nicet to be able to get this potion when he works for Red Carpet Richard helped with making Zangdar. He was likely present when the Ingot was refined. No wonder. Things line up very clearly.

Sofia looked at Bookie.

You ate this things soul?

Bookie nodded.

See, Ihuarah commented.

Will it be alive when I summon it?

Bookie shrugged.

You dont know, uh? Will you be able to prevent it from ripping out my head if it is actually alive?

Bookie energetically shook his head, making an x with his arms.

... Its good that I can survive without a head, then

If you will let me be here when you first call it, I may be able to prepare a few things, Ihuarah suggested while sloppily gulping down his sixth big chunk of firebird meat.

We will do that, then Hey, Iwa, now that I think about it, this is not your first time making a mana heart, right?

Ihuarah wiped his greasy mouth with his clothes, and he nodded, Indeed. The first time was a great deal more frustrating than this one. The entire process this trial expedites took me right about two hundred years to get right. I must admit, I am a bit sad to have lost it, I hope we can find my tomb and collect it in the future. It would be a nice keepsake of the times gone by.