Chapter 519: Chapter 299: Ranked Fifth Knight Group_1
Undead beings have a soul, but actually, it consists of two parts; the spirit, which is consciousness, and the soul, which is the vessel. What Ange is saying is that there is a consciousness in this straw owl.
This isn’t a rare occurrence; some Soul Devices also have consciousness, such as the Earth Hammer, the Bronze Book…
The spirit in the straw owl is essentially the same as Negris. However, the moment Ange touched it, he immediately sensed a difference. This consciousness was murmuring:
“My child, take care.”
“The Magic Rice is almost successful, I am not satisfied.”
“I am the strongest Druid.”
“Dragon feces really stinks…”
Not one of these was new to Ange. He had heard all of this from the dying thoughts of Spring Breeze Skeleton previously.
Ange tilted his head, pointing at the little one and said: “This consciousness, it was created by him.”
Only a manufactured consciousness would be so rigid and monotonous, but this was already miraculous. The little one had created consciousness.
For now, it was uncertain as to what level this consciousness held, whether it had wisdom or not. However, for a child who has not studied anything to create a consciousness from the dying thoughts of a corpse, it was definitely not a trivial matter.
Negris was stupefied. Whether it was the straw crafted from mud or the fabricated consciousness, neither was within the normal power system. Only Divine Arts could yield such miraculous effects.
But could a child of a few years old define Divine Arts? Was this a joke?
“Little Bu, wait a minute, why do you call him Little Bu?” Thinking of a question, Negris turned to ask Katie.
“Did you name him?” Katie asked.
Negris frowned, thinking for a while. He couldn’t remember if he had given a name or if Spring Breeze Druid had named him.
“So, I temporarily call him Little Bu. Lord Nage, would you like to name him?” Katie asked.
Negris shook his head: “Forget about it. Let’s call him Little Bu. It sounds pleasant.”
Pausing for a moment, Negris continued asking: “What did you mean when you said he formed the straw owl using mud? How can mud be shaped into straw?”
Katie spread her hands cluelessly, “I am not sure either. I just saw him shaping it and suddenly, it became a lump of straw.”
Speaking of it, Katie asked Little Bu softly, “Little Bu, how did you do it? Could you show Lord Nage?”
“Aoao!” Little Bu shook his head, clutching the straw owl tightly.
Negris was stunned. Why could everyone speak the Aoao language? Was it taught by Little Angel?
He could understand the Aoao language. Little Bu was saying, “One made, can’t make again.”
The general meaning was, he had already made one, and could not make a second one.
Negris bent over in front of Little Bu and asked kindly, “Little Bu, why did you think of making an owl?”
Little Bu pointed to the straw owl and said clearly in the common language, “Grandpa Wind.”
The little one, who could hardly articulate words, spoke these few words so clearly. Clearly, someone taught him patiently.
Negris flew up sighing, “Alas, this little one, he never forgot Spring Breeze Druid. Perhaps because Spring Breeze often shapeshifted into an owl, he mistook the owl for Grandpa Wind. It’s pitiful. He remembers the things from the past.”
Katie nodded, “Yes, the poor kid. He would often wake up from nightmares, crying and holding me, saying poop smells bad. What kind of poop was it that he can still remember it?”
Negris awkwardly scratched his nose, about to steer away from the topic when he suddenly heard the Aoao language behind him.
Turning his head, Little Angel had already moved Little Bu to the mud nearby. Along with Ange’s Little Zombie, they all knelt on their knees to form a circle. In the center of the circle, Ange began to pour water.
Once done with the watering, Little Angel ‘Aoao’-ed at him.
After a round of friendly and enthusiastic communication, Little Bu, with two black circles under his eyes, grudgingly started to shape the mud. Despite claiming he couldn’t make another one, a new mud owl slowly took form in his hands.
Negris did not know what to say. These beings that could only ‘Aoao’, their communication methods were more rough and direct.
Katie was heartbroken, but she did not dare to say anything. She could only nervously twisted the ends of her clothes.
After the mud was shaped into an owl, Little Bu painstakingly carved out the details. The eyes and feathers appeared vivid. Once all the details were complete, Little Bu reached out to pick it up.
The mud owl couldn’t be picked up, of course. But when Little Bu tried hard to pick it up, the mud owl broke down into a lump of straw.
“Sss, it really changed from mud to straw. How is this possible? Could it be some Illusion Technique? Doesn’t this mean a change in elements?” Negris gasped, whispering incredulously to himself.
This kind of change from one substance to another already surpassed his understanding. He could not fathom how it was possible. Was it Divine Arts?
Only Divine Arts could bring about such irrational transformations. Or perhaps, it adhered to another set of rules, the rules of the gods.
With this thought, Negris hurriedly flew past Ange and asked, “Is he your follower? Could you stop squatting? You’re a grown-up, a god at that with everyone watching. Don’t act like a child.”