Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 624 - 545: Who am I? Where am I? (4000)_2
As long as each person implants a mold symbiont, there's no fear of what trouble they might cause in the future. In fact, if they perform well in the future, it's not impossible to truly introduce them to the broad path of the "Vitalist School".
After resolving the issue with the captives, Aiven finally had some time to examine the group of strange female creatures who appeared human but seemed somewhat peculiar.
They all looked like youthful and attractive girls, with slightly pointed ears, white hair, and skin with a bluish-purple shimmer as if resembling glossy pearl, possessing a unique charm, somewhat like a sub-human race of sea elves.
The most remarkable feature was that most of them had heterochromatic eyes: gold, silver, amber, emerald, blue, brown, red, black... extremely stunning.
In the first instant, they had thrown away all their swords and knelt down to avoid the soldiers' slaughter.
There was no sign of transformation on their bodies, only a metal collar around their necks.
Aiven recognized it; it was a restraining collar with explosive capabilities, far more sinister than the Navy's commonly used "Extraordinary Handcuffs". If they disobeyed their master's orders, a single signal could blow their heads skyward.
However, the sensors inside had also failed in the recent "Electromagnetic Pulse Bomb", and with the high-ranking members of the evil alchemists swept away, these collars all became mere ornaments.
Click... Click...
With a gentle wave of Aiven's hand, the "Activated Spiritual Light" had quickly made all non-extraordinary structures inside the collars obsolete, causing the locks to open and fall to the ground.
The female creatures, having regained their freedom, let out a gasp of surprise, then clustered together somewhat helplessly, looking at Aiven with trepidation as he approached.
Despite having escaped the clutches of the evil alchemists, their experiences since arriving in the New Continent had left them with little faith in the human species.
"Who are you? How did you end up in the hands of these evil alchemists?"
After trying several secular languages he knew to communicate with them without success, Aiven finally switched to the Spiritual Text and repeated his question.
This time he finally got a response.
After waiting for a while, one "person" stepped forward timidly and used the Spiritual Text to reply:
"Sir... Sir, hello! We are a group of homeless 'Night Spirits' from the 'Broken Star Sea'. My name is Sarah, thank you for saving us."
The female who replied was an official transcendent, her right eye a dazzling emerald and her left amber. Although she was the bravest among them, she still appeared meek and seemed easily bullied.
"Night Spirits? Residents from the 'Broken Star Sea' west of the New Continent?"
Aiven was somewhat astonished. Even the fastest-exploring Hilus had only reached the edge of the Broken Star Sea. Beyond knowing there were many islands, the human kingdom had little other knowledge.
To think a group that lived there had made it to the New Continent, Aiven was instantly excited.
At this point, Olivia and Milan, both wizards, also arrived, particularly the female wizard Olivia, whose appearance gradually put Sarah, the self-identified "Night Spirit", at ease.
The group had a back-and-forth exchange and quickly gained a general understanding of their situation.
These were game of survival losers from the "Broken Star Sea" edge, expelled from their homes by powerful tribes after their strong patron was slain.
This small group of Sarah's had escaped to the New Continent by chance, and after various twists and turns, ended up in the hands of those evil alchemists as prime test subjects.
Moreover.
The proportion of extraordinaires among these "Night Spirits" was truly high, yet their strength was indeed weak.
They seemed as if specially crafted, the strongest of them even weaker than the weakest official knight of humans, only a bit better than an apprentice knight.
And although their appearance somewhat resembled the legendary extraordinary race of elves, their personalities were more like another pointed-eared relative of theirs—rabbits.
They hardly resembled warriors.
Hence, after examining them slightly with witchcraft, Aiven discovered that the "Night Spirits" might not be naturally evolved creatures, but rather, artificial servants from a distant past.
They naturally possessed a witchcraft-insensitive constitution, greatly diminishing both good and bad effects on them, which was why they were immune to most "Frenzy Potion" effects.
Ironically, a group of "Mechanical Immortality School" wizards pursuing immortality had captured servants intrinsically possessing a long lifespan.
According to Sarah, the natural lifespan of Night Spirits could reach two hundred years, and they would naturally become extraordinary at 30. The only extraordinary profession within the tribe was "Sentinel", with a level cap of Tier 2, comparable to "Skin-Wearing People" with no potential.
"Sentinels" possessed sharp senses and coordination but lacked a corresponding physical constitution. They could only use ranged weapons, and for those living in a primitive society, their sole choice was — bows and arrows.
Subsequently, Aiven, Olivia, and Milan, each using their expertise, conducted detections on them and reached a conclusion.
Aiven: "Naturally half-extraordinary species, an artificial non-combat servant."
Olivia: "The Cat's Eye Stone shows a clean white light, with no malice, but favorable feelings do exist."
Milan: "The Crystal Ball tells me there's no trouble with the Night Spirits, they're just like floating duckweed, and no one would care even if they perished."
Night Spirits: ... how hurtful.
At this point, Milan gently pulled Aiven aside, nudged him with his shoulder, and smiled slyly:
"Though they're from the 'Broken Star Sea', it seems accepting them poses no trouble. They're homeless, you know!"
Aiven rolled his eyes at the guy and snickered:
"Oh? Do you wish to provide a warm home for a few of them? I think possibly Princess Apsuya might have different thoughts."
Milan shrank back his neck, widened his eyes "innocently": "How can you wrongfully accuse an innocent person? Am I that kind of person?"
Snap—!
Aiven snapped his fingers, put his arm around Milan's shoulders, and the smile on his face was —cough cough— even more than Milan's earlier.
"That's great, good brother, I knew I wasn't wrong about you. I'll take this batch of poor 'Night Spirits', just right to fill the Maid Corps with what both the territory and the Wizard Tower lack."
But while they were still discussing how to handle it, Olivia already took the initiative, clapping her hands:
"So, dear friends from afar, in compensation for rescuing you from torment, how about working for me from now on?"
This group of beautiful Night Spirits widened their heterochromatic eyes in surprise. Eh? Eh? Eh? Shouldn't kindness be offered without expecting anything in return right now?
Suddenly.
Growl...
Among the group of Night Spirit girls, someone's stomach suddenly growled, then like a contagion, growls followed one after another, as if each was holding a little frog in their arms.
They then turned their heads to look at the werewolves with green eyes fixed on them, who had not yet shed their "fur".
A group of homeless "Night Spirits" decisively nodded, bowed to Olivia in unison, and said in sweet voices: "Mistress, please take care of us!"
Freedom is important, but filling the stomach is more important!
...
Time quietly passed by.
When the moon was high, and the spiritual power was at its peak.
Whoosh—!
A "Blasphemous Cultist" clad in a grayish-white skin robe leapt onto the cliff shore.
Just as he was about to enter High Cliff Castle to perform an initiation ritual for the selected "volunteers", his steps suddenly froze, seeing only a collapsed mountain and steep cliff.
He removed his hood, gazing around, thick blue-black fingers scratching his bald head.
The four eyes in his face reflected only self-doubt and bewilderment: "Who am I? Where am I?"
