Chapter 286: Reply

Mr. Huang's gaze pierced through layer after layer of walls, seeing Lei Kedun in the living room revisiting parent‑child moments with his mother; a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said:

"When you descended into this body, you had already absorbed the remnant soul of Lei Kedun·Suo Si; that is why you can obtain part of his memories and emotions."

"In helping you separate this identity, we strengthened his self‑awareness; he remains one of your avatars, but can also be seen as a continuation of Lei Kedun·Suo Si."

Lei Kedun nodded lightly; this result is something he can accept.

If it weren't that his experience in this world is still insufficient to separate a second identity, he wouldn't mind fully awakening the Lei Kedun‑associated spirit in the avatar, letting his own consciousness fall into sleep, and keeping this avatar to accompany his family.

"I think I should return to the Golden Dream."

Lei Kedun let out a soft sigh, furrowed his brows, and his mood seemed somewhat repressed.

From the start, many things have been planned; I don't know what attitude the God of Knowledge maintains in this.

"Having lost the stable anchor of family, you need more anchors to make up for it."

"The Knowledge Church has always wanted to preach in the South Continent; you can go find Lu Ka·Bu Lu Si Te, who is the clergy member of the Knowledge Church in charge of Xi Bai Lang affairs; in Xi Bai Lang you can more easily open up the situation."

Mr. Huang's words reached Lei Kedun's ears; when he turned to look, Mr. Huang's figure had already vanished.

"Is it that he left so quickly just to come over and say these things to me?"

Lei Kedun pondered, then stepped into the Spirit Realm; his figure quickly turned transparent and disappeared at the spot.

In the downstairs restaurant, Lei Kedun·Suo Si, sitting by the fireplace with his mother, lifted his head slightly, sensing something; lacking any extraordinary traits, he could see nothing but the walls and ceiling. Has he already left?

"What's wrong?"

Yi Sha Bei Er looked at her own child with a smile.

"Nothing, I'm rushing back; I haven't eaten dinner yet, I'm a bit hungry."

Lei Kedun·Suo Si lightly shook his head and gave a casual explanation.

"Sha Li has already gone back; would you like to try your mother's cooking?"

Lei Kedun·Suo Si's expression froze for a second, then he quickly shook his head and said:

"I suddenly don't feel that hungry; let me tell you about my sea adventures!"

On the Golden Dream, Lei Kedun's figure appeared quietly.

He glanced at the window beside him; Crow A Nu didn't know where it had flown, and it never appeared in the cabin.

He then walked to the desk, pulled over a chair, sat down, and casually picked up a letter left by the messenger on the desk, unfolding it:

Good evening, Mr. Tai En Si:

I have, as you instructed, contacted the inventor named Lei Pa De and developed him into an extraordinary person of the General Knowledge path.

I haven't had the chance to seek out and contact more inventors; the Witch Church's recent activities in Bei Ke Lan De have been very frequent, they seem to be targeting the Aurora Society, looking for something. If this continues, I will have to consider leaving Bei Ke Lan De.

Moreover, I wish to ask you for the formula of the Pain Witch's potion; I want to switch paths to become an Iron‑Blood Knight, which first requires becoming a Pain Witch.

A witch: Te Li Si.

After reading the letter sent by Te Li Si, Lei Kedun let out a light laugh:

"Heh, this is about wanting me to give the promised magical item that can change appearance, but it's awkward to ask directly."

He shook the paper twice, and the writing on it automatically dissipated.

Then he placed the paper on the desk, picked up the round‑bodied steel pen nearby, and began writing a reply to Te Li Si:

Dear Witch Lady (crossed out)

Future Mister Hunter, good evening:

The Pain Witch's formula is as follows:

Main ingredients: the head of a flower‑faced bat, the gallbladder of a double‑tailed black snake;

Auxiliary materials: 30 ml of flower‑faced bat blood, 50 ml of gravely ill human blood, the tip of the double‑tailed black snake's tail, ten drops of blue‑true eucalyptus oil;

Ritual: without using a substitute, be burned on the stake for fifteen minutes and survive, without going mad.

Also, a reminder: the creed of playing a Pain Witch is to destroy what the other wishes to protect, letting them suffer torment in extreme mental anguish.

As for the promised magical item, I will have someone place it in Lei Pa De's mailbox in the next couple of days; you just need to go pick it up.

Also, it's best not to buy materials at the extraordinary‑person gatherings in Bei Ke Lan De, for perhaps one or several of those present are the lover cultivated by that witch.

Finally, I wish you a pleasant life!

A Er·Tai En Si.

Having finished the reply to Te Li Si, Lei Kedun immediately prepared to summon his own messenger.

Before he could act, a pale‑yellow sheet of paper fell from the Spirit Realm into reality, drifting down before him.

"What day is it for receiving mail?"

Lei Kedun let out a soft sigh, then raised his hand to send the reply to Te Li Si into the Spirit Realm, at the same time reminding:

"Give me another sheet of paper."

"This letter is to be sent to Bei Ke Lan De, to the lady who asked you to send mail."

Lei Kedun slightly raised his eyes; his sight pierced the barrier between reality and the Spirit Realm, seeing the book messenger with a golden‑forged cover, which took back the paper he had just sent.

Thereafter, the pages turned on their own, and a fresh pale‑yellow sheet drifted down from the Spirit Realm.

Lei Kedun reached out to catch the falling sheet, placed it aside, and first examined the letter the book messenger had just delivered.

At first glance it was a jumble of awkwardly forced‑together characters forming words, mixed with some little rabbit figures.

Lei Kedun, guessing as he went, finished reading the letter Tu Ba Ge had written to him.

It recounted its experiences with Ke Lai En in Ban Xi Gang, mainly how it skillfully dealt with headless corpses, causing the foolish pirate worth 3000 pounds to look at it with new respect.

The rest mainly describes the terror of Ge Er Man·Si Pa Luo; he thinks Ke Lai En might have a split‑personality issue, and in battle he occasionally shows madness, a dreadful hunger as if he wanted to eat rabbit meat.

Only at the end did it ask about the Telegraph Bureau and the cultists who perform primitive sacrifices.

Let Fu Er Si write a novel with Tu Ba Ge as the prototype; it will surely become a popular children's reader, uh. It is feasible.

It can be published in the South Continent as an enlightenment reader for the children there; if Tu Ba Ge later becomes a demigod or even an angel, these will serve as its anchors.

Hmm. The Wasteland Matriarch won't work; it will turn into a mother rabbit. The Creator, actually— I think I'm overthinking. At its current digestion progress, I don't know how long it will take to become a Druid!

He shook his head slightly, picked up a pen at random, and wrote two replies to Tu Ba Ge on the paper:

"The situation in the Telegraph Bureau should be unrelated to that group of cultists; those cultists wouldn't cause me to foresee danger."

"The bloody sacrifice in Bansi Port originates from a demon there, a Weather Mage."

After Tu Ba Ge's question, he added two more reply sentences, then Rekton set the letter aside. The messenger was still delivering letters to me, so the information sync would be a bit slow.

While pondering, he picked up a blank sheet that lay nearby and began writing a letter to Parles:

Dear Mr. Parles, and Leonard, good evening!

Mr. Parles, I don't know how your strength has recovered; I have some matters that need your assistance.

I wonder whether you are familiar with the book *The Grosser's Journey*; I recently happened upon it, and it features a Fourth Era great noble who appears to be your direct descendant.

The book contains an entirely real world, and those stories actually occurred within that world; those who become trapped in the book's world have apparently not truly died. I wonder what you think about this.

Additionally, I would like to purchase a Dream Thief's Magic Potion Formula from you; I am unsure what price it would require.

Finally, I wish you a pleasant life; if you don't mind, please reply at your earliest convenience.

Your friend, Al Thains.

Having finished the letter to Parles, Rekton leaned back, rested against the chair, closed his eyes, and meditated for a while.

When his spirit was stirred, he opened his eyes and looked at the sheet he had just replied to for Tu Ba Ge; the previous content had vanished, and new lines of words appeared:

"Weather Mage? Is this the Storm Path? Or a Hunter? Which sequence?"

"What are your thoughts on the situation in the Telegraph Bureau? Could it be a manifestation of pollution from the City of Calamity?"

Seeing that the question came from Klein, Rekton muttered something under his breath, then picked up his pen to reply:

"It's the same trait as that above the Gray Mist... only it's Sequence Two."

"I am not clear on the Telegraph Bureau's situation; I only felt a sense of crisis there while prophesying for Tu Ba Ge, so I gave it a warning. However, I think you can trust your own intuition."

The intuition of the Fate Signpost is almost a fact: the Weather Mage in Bansi Port may have already been polluted by the City of Calamity, perhaps even being a trait controlled and animated by the City of Calamity.

After a brief contemplation, Rekton leaned against the chair back, tilted his head slightly, emptied his mind, and stopped pondering these matters. After all, the City of Calamity has no conflict with me.

He casually picked up the letter to Parles and tossed the paper into the Spiritual Realm.

A golden‑shining Book Messenger swooped by, retrieved the paper, and drifted toward Beckland.

(End of Chapter)