This Lich Needs More Money

Chapter 176 The soul that cannot be resurrected

Ambassio has seen the ghost ship and just rode on it.

 But the ghost ship became a spirit and stood in front of him as a powerful demigod. Amberxiu was still so surprised that he couldn't close his jaw.

No wonder there are no other undead on this ship. The self-aware demigod ghost ship probably doesn’t like others coming in and out of its body.

Amber Xiu subconsciously floated up, not daring to step on the deck again.

This little gesture made Ai Ge smile. Amber Xiu was much smarter and more careful than the undead pirates under her command who didn't know anything. If she hadn't been a member of the Mourning Poets Society, she would have really wanted to kill Amber Xiu. This lich is under his command.

Amberxiu calmed down for a moment and continued: "Shipbuilder, ghost ship... Captain Ai Ge, your body should have turned into a ghost ship because of an accidental sinking. Did your creator die?" In this accident?"

Ai Ge nodded: "Yes, when I was born with consciousness, he had only bones left."

Ai Ge stretched out his finger and pointed. The door of the cabin opened, and a crystal coffin emitting blue-white light floated out from inside.

Amberxiu looked inside and saw a tall old man with white beard and hair.

She dominates the sea of ​​silence, and even the Kingdom of Rage has to bow before her, and she is just a demigod.

"Is this his body? Sure enough, there is no trace of his soul."

Aige explained to Amberxiu: "I tried many ways to restore his body, but his soul has been missing."

"What's wrong..." The God of Alchemy complained, and then he saw Ai Ge and said in surprise: "Wow, a powerful demigod! Did my inconsiderate student offend you? For my sake. Go ahead, let him go once, and I'll let him make amends to you."

Amberxiu suddenly felt that something was wrong and thought: "The old man is like a teacher and a father, because his death brings you to a new life... Wait, why is this plot so familiar?"

 The God of Alchemy gave Amber Xiu a look of contempt, and then quickly disappeared.

Aige looked at Amberxiu strangely as he took out a special gold coin. This gold coin had obvious divine power on it. It was obviously an artifact. What did the lich do with the gold coin? Could this artifact be able to restore the dissipated soul?

Amberxiu didn't have any sense of ceremony and said directly to the gold coin: "Teacher, are you here to ask you a very important question?"

"It's okay. This old man lied to me once before. I thought you were also tricked by him. Now it seems that I was wrong."

The God of Alchemy shook his head and said: "How to build a ship? I have never seen the sea. Oh, this is the bottom of the sea. I didn't pay attention just now. Have you found the elven artifact?"

How can a true **** be so humble? But that divine power cannot be faked, this is a real god.

“Leader Ai Ge, please wait a moment, I have a question.”

 “You’ve really never built a ship?” Amberxiu asked.

It seemed quite convincing. Amberxiu could only wave his hand helplessly: "Okay, it's okay. You can go back."

Amberxiu quickly interrupted: "Don't spread rumors about me casually. Am I the kind of person who offends people casually? Let me ask you something, have you ever built a ship?"

Ai Ge showed a surprised expression. This is a true god. How could he be summoned in just one sentence?

The God of Alchemy said dissatisfied: "Why are you lying to me? I am an alchemist, not a shipbuilder. These are two completely different industries!"

 Aige:? ? ?

 The gold coin lit up with bright light, and the phantom of the God of Alchemy appeared on the gold coin.

 The biological sons of gods may not receive this kind of treatment.

Amberxiu thought about it carefully and felt that something was wrong. The God of Alchemy said that when Amberxiu buried him, he was not a god. And the ghost ship Aige probably has a longer history than Ryan, so the time is a bit right. Not on.

 Ai Ge’s mouth opened slightly in surprise from the moment the God of Alchemy appeared. Is this a god? If you move it, it will come and go. Is this still a god?

"You seem to have a good relationship with this **** of alchemy." Ai Ge said tentatively.

These words left Ai Ge speechless. In all his years of living, this was the first time he had seen a **** so easy to talk to.

As expected, the members of the Dead Poets Society are all talents in the world of the undead.

Ai Ge gave up the idea of ​​recruiting Amber Xiu and continued to ask: "Then is there any way you can help me restore his soul?"

Amberxiu looked at the lifeless body again and pondered: "The wish spell cannot restore his soul. There are probably three possibilities. First, his soul may not have dissipated at all, and I don't know where it was." It has to be done well, so the wish spell cannot fulfill your request."

Ai Ge shook his head and said: "That's impossible. I am a pirate ship. When I was born with consciousness, everyone on the ship had been killed and rotted in the sea. My creator was just a mortal, and his soul did not exist. Ways to preserve it after death.”

"That's the second type. A certain **** has controlled his soul, making the wish spell ineffective. Does your father have any faith?" Amberxiu asked. The most common thing is that the soul ascends to the kingdom of gods, and the wishing technique cannot lure people from the kingdom of gods, otherwise the gods will turn against them.

Ai Ge shook his head again and said: "He is not a devout believer, and I am afraid he is not qualified to enter the Kingdom of God."

"How do you know so clearly? Weren't you born after his death?" Amberxiu asked curiously.

Ai Ge took out a thick booklet and handed it to Amber Xiu: "This is his diary. I know everything from his diary and the remaining logbook on the ship."

Amberxiu opened it curiously and saw that it was full of shipbuilding records, starting from the sketches of the Aegean to going to sea. The shipbuilder always called the ship his daughter in his diary, which shows that he really has a deep affection for the pirate ship. He knew every piece of wood and every nail, and every time he maintained the boat, he took great care of it.

 It’s just that he was very old. After following the ship to sea for a few years, he felt that his life was not long.

On the last page of the diary, the shipbuilder scrawled this sentence: "I will be buried in the deep sea, but my daughter can walk across the Silent Sea for me. Aige, you will be the legend of the Silent Sea , your name will always be spread in the sea.”

To a certain extent, his wish came true.

This ghost ship is indeed the most famous warship on the Silent Sea, but it is a pity that the shipbuilder is no longer here.

Amber Xiu calmly read the diary and confirmed that Aige's second statement was correct. The diary contains only the shipbuilder's deep feelings for the ship, and does not record many prayers to the gods. At most, he occasionally says a word of blessing from the gods.

This is indeed not a devout believer and should not be able to ascend to the Kingdom of God.

Since the soul still exists and is not controlled by the gods, it is strange that the wish spell cannot revive the soul.

"Then there is only one last possibility left. If your father's soul is resurrected, you will die. The most basic principle of the wish spell is that the caster will not die. No matter how outrageous the wish, the laws of the world will only punish it. You, instead of killing you."

"What does this have to do with me? How can resurrecting a soul kill me?" Ai Ge said she didn't understand.

“It’s indeed abnormal, and I can’t figure out the relationship, but there should be only these three reasons for the failure of the wishing spell. Maybe there are some details that we didn’t notice.”

Amberson doesn't know either, this sounds really unreasonable.

"Forget it, actually I don't have any hope either." Ai Ge said calmly. After all, she has been here for so many years and she has long been used to failure again and again.

 But Amber Xiu did not change the subject. Instead, he said to her: "Captain Ai Ge, what I say next may be a bit offensive, please forgive me."

 “Tell me, don’t be so nervous, we are all members of the Mourning Poets Society.”

"Well, I would like to ask, is this shipbuilder really that important to you? As far as I know, ghost ships do not require an obsession to maintain their consciousness like the Lich. "

There are many types of undead, such as lichs. They must have a strong desire to keep their souls immortal and bind them to the phylactery.

 Vampires don’t need it. They can eat, drink, and feel all kinds of things. They are no different from humans except that they are afraid of light.

Zombies don’t need it either. As long as flesh and blood are provided regularly, zombies can survive forever. However, most zombies are stupid and have no IQ.

The same goes for ghost ships. According to Amber Xiu’s understanding of the undead, ghost ships do not need a strong obsession like lichs. Moreover, Aige was born only after the death of the shipbuilder. I only learned about this "father" by reading the diary. Such a layer of emotional separation would prevent the undead from ever forgetting him, and would not hesitate to use a prayer spell to resurrect him.

 This is unreasonable.

Ai Ge listened, but said indifferently: "This question seems to be meaningless. We undead have eternal life, and we always have to find something to do. Originally this was not my obsession, but after thinking about it for so many years, it has changed It’s become an obsession.”

Amberxiu said helplessly: "That's the truth. If that's the case, then I'm afraid I can't help. I might be able to fabricate a similar soul based on this diary, but that's not your father, it's just a false one." substitute."

It is true that the artificial soul can be edited at will. With enough details, he can create an "old father", but the fake one is still fake after all.

Ai Ge said in surprise: "You can still weave souls according to your needs?"

This ability is not simple, and ordinary gods cannot do this.

“Yes, if there is demand, you are welcome to order. Members of the Mourning Poets Society can get a discount.”

 Amberson is happy to have another sales channel.

“Then I really have to think about it, but now let’s get that artifact first.” Aige said to Amberxiu very seriously: “Are you ready to go to war with a kingdom directly?”

 (End of this chapter)