Chapter 368: Angel

Chapter 368: Angel

Jokes aside, once everyone—including Harvey himself—regained their composure, the thought that the Gospel Book might be malfunctioning crossed their minds.

It made sense for the Heath Family, Bukin Family, and Dolan Family to be included, as despite being single and possibly forever alone, they still had the concept of “Love and Family” in their hearts.

But the Harvey Family? That term sounded like a cadaver culinary study group.

It’s not that cadavers can’t learn culinary skills, but they simply don’t need to eat Lala Fatty’s food.

Harvey didn’t need love, nor did he need a family.

The other nine necromancy families on the Family Ranking, while being necromancers, still retained a sense of love and the need to protect and continue their families, barely meeting the criteria to be ranked.

But Harvey... If necromancy families were like living people acting dead, then Harvey was a dead person acting alive.

If one day Harvey told them, “Why isn’t my heart beating?” everyone would just think the heart was fine, it was simply that Harvey didn’t want to live anymore, causing his heart to go on strike. Harvey should be the one compensating his heart for negligence.

Because Harvey had long gone mad.

Perhaps he went mad in Shattered Lake.

He had strong symptoms of paranoia and auditory hallucinations.

Although nobody cared much, Harvey often talked with Alice. The reason Harvey could talk so normally and naturally with them was purely because he had endless topics to discuss when alone with Alice.

When Ashe occasionally visited him, he could hear Harvey’s laughter from outside the door. It wasn’t the creepy, sinister laugh of a villain, but a bright and hearty laugh that would make one envision a handsome black-skinned guy with blonde curly hair in beach shorts.

It was truly terrifying, and Ashe was almost scared into running away.

He was sure that everyone had probably used the Gospel Book to ask, “Can Alice talk to Harvey?” and received an answer that sent shivers down their spines.

However, since Harvey could lock his madness within his coffin, nobody paid it any mind. Igor and Ashe both left him alone—Igor because he didn’t care, and Ashe because he couldn’t do anything about it.

Therefore, Harvey might be able to create a legion, a force, or even a cult, but he could never create a family. Love and Family were the antitheses of Archibald Harvey.

Ashe, Igor, and Harvey also looked over curiously. Annan cast a complex glance at Harvey and said, “Not the fairy tale kind... I don’t know much either, but the Dolan Family had a legendary sorcerer ancestor who mentioned Angels in his writings.”

“The Gospel Book’s information on sorcerers goes up to the four wings legend. Beyond that, there’s nothing. Even if you know the term ‘Angel,’ the Gospel Book will only show you a bunch of fairy tales. If you search for Five Wings, the Gospel Book won’t respond at all.”

“And Angels are beings beyond legends, just below the Divine Sovereign. They are those who have completely transcended the mortal realm, one step away from the Divine Sovereign, having successfully formed the fifth wing—demigod sorcerers!”

“Angel, originally meaning messenger of the Sovereign. This term is not a realm designation but a job title. However, just as three wings sorcerers are commonly called Sanctuary sorcerers because they often reside in Sanctuaries, demigod sorcerers are usually messengers of the Sovereign, thus the term Angel has become a common name for demigod sorcerers.”

Demigod sorcerers!

Five Wings Angels!

Ashe held Lise, lost in thought, fantasizing about how demigod sorcerers could control the elements. Meanwhile, Igor and Harvey had no particular reaction; they simply nodded, absorbing the secrets.

Their reactions were entirely normal. After all, they were only two-wings sorcerers at present, uncertain if they could even ascend to the three wings Sanctuary, not to mention the four wings legends. Although they had never seen a demigod sorcerer, there were four wings legendary sorcerers in the Blood Moon. These individuals were invariably significant figures they could never meet—either top researchers at the Institute or Cardinals in the Church—monsters in the societal hierarchy.

Igor and Harvey were extremely pragmatic people. Their greatest hope was to reach the Sanctuary in their lifetime. Achieving legendary status and standing at the pinnacle of the mundane world was a fantasy they had abandoned since the day they became sorcerers and no longer needed sleep.

As for the existence of Five Wings demigods, such beings were not even within their goals. They didn’t even dare to dream about it.

After all, when normal people fantasize about winning the lottery, they might dream of winning a few million or a billion, but no one fantasizes about winning tens of trillions, right? Even the bank wouldn’t print such large numbers.

Although Annan said it wasn’t a fairy tale, to them, it was no different from one.

Wait a minute...

Everyone looked at the Gospel Book—so these two were on their way to obtain an Angel’s legacy?

A fairy tale unfolding before their eyes?

Though it was a future that hadn’t yet occurred, if they could discover even a fragment of a clue, couldn’t they inherit this treasure now!?