Chapter 869

Xiao Gu and Emil turned their heads to look; it was a few women who were also carrying laundry buckets. Seeing the two of them turn, they hurriedly looked over with affectionate, silent gazes.

Xiao Gu, tall and mighty in his holy armor, and Emil, who had been baptized once by the Cleansing Art, were indeed quite eye-catching. At the very least, in a barren place like the Harvest Kingdom, such outstanding figures were rarely seen, inadvertently stirring up a wave of romantic longing.

To save a bit on teleportation fees, Negris had already transformed into the Book of Yellow Mud and was being carried in Xiao Gu's hand. After scanning the situation with his consciousness, he roughly guessed what was going on and was immediately left between laughter and tears.

Too lazy to pay attention to those flirtatious women, Negris's consciousness landed on the woman who had said "Give the light to me," and he identified her with some hesitation: "Shayala?"

This woman looked a bit like Shayala, but her expression was dull and her eyes were vacant, not like a normal person. Her body was filthy, and her hair was matted, as if she hadn't bathed in many days.

At this moment, she was staring blankly at Emil. When Negris's consciousness swept toward her, she turned to look at the Book of Yellow Mud, seemingly sensing Negris's consciousness.

"How pitiful. What happened? Why have you become so foolish?" Negris manifested as the Brass Dragon and flew in front of Shayala to ask.

A trace of confusion flashed through Shayala's vacant eyes, but it quickly dimmed again. She murmured, "Can you... give the light to me?"

"Emil, come over, give the light to her," Negris called out.

"Ah? Give the light to her? How do I give it? I don't know how," Emil was bewildered.

"Aren't you a divine messenger? Use your divine power," Negris said in surprise.

He didn't know how Ang had met Emil; he only knew that he was the anchor point for Ang's projection and could utilize Ang's power.

Emil distressingly wanted to scratch his feet. He didn't know how to do anything, and no one had ever taught him how to be a divine messenger. Except for the phrase "My lord, save me" that Xiao Gu had taught him, did he really have to shout that? It was so embarrassing.

"My lord, save me," Emil shouted in a low voice.

As soon as Negris heard what he shouted, he immediately knew what his level was—at the very least, it had to be at Anthony's "level." He said irritably, "Shout louder and be more pious! You don't even have firm faith, and you still want the lord to save you?"

Emil took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and shouted firmly: "My lord, save me! Please grant me light!"

Accompanied by his shout, a light shadow emerged from his body. It looked around, its gaze landing on Shayala. It tilted its head, then extended a finger, tapped it on Shayala's forehead, and then quickly retracted it.

Shayala shuddered all over. The dullness in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of clarity and astonishment.

Her gaze first swept over Xiao Gu and Emil, and finally landed on Negris. Her brows couldn't help but furrow as many memories surged into her mind.

"How is it? Do you remember who I am? Do you remember who you are? How many fingers are here?" Negris gestured with his fingers toward Shayala.

"Two," Shayala replied.

Negris counted them, first counting the two extended fingers, then the two curled ones: "One, two, three, four—four fingers. It's over, it's over, you've become stupid."

Shayala immediately widened her eyes. This familiar scene made her instantly recall who this hateful dragon in front of her was: "Lord Negris!"

"Remembered? Then do you remember who you are?" Negris's mischievous nature was greatly satisfied, and he continued to ask with a smile.

"Who am I? I am Sha... Shayala? No, no, I am Seraphim Luna? No, Shayala, no, Seraphim Luna, Shayala, Seraphim Luna..." A mask of pain appeared on Shayala's face again. Her expression changed rapidly, at times cold, at times pure, at times hesitant.

Negris slapped his waist. He knew why Shayala had become foolish; it was because there wasn't just one consciousness in her body, but two. She and Seraphim Luna had long since become inseparable, so after being reborn, the consciousnesses conflicted, making her dull and foolish.

Because she was dull and foolish, but looked quite pretty, she attracted some jealousy, and people would verbally insult her at every turn.

However, seeing that those women only dared to make sarcastic remarks from afar and didn't dare to get close, and that there were no scars on Shayala's body, she was probably not someone to be trifled with even in her dull state—fools hit harder.

Just as Shayala's expression was shifting, Xiao Gu suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her arm. Soul flames rose on his hand and spread onto Shayala's body.

Wherever the soul flames passed, they quickly solidified into armor plates, covering Shayala's body and rapidly spreading over her entire frame. Finally, the soul flames armored her into a set of form-fitting black soul armor.

As soon as the soul armor took shape, it transformed back into soul flames, condensing a face behind Shayala.

Only then did Negris understand what Xiao Gu was doing: "You are building a body for Seraphim Luna's consciousness?"

Xiao Gu nodded.

"Then use holy light, why use soul flames?" Negris said, puzzled.

Xiao Gu replied righteously: "I don't know how."

"Pfft—you..." Negris was defeated by these guys; one or two of them were not reliable. Not to mention the little angel and the little zombie, this Xiao Gu was the same. Ang was the God of Balance, yet his underling didn't know holy light?

Although it wasn't holy light, the soul flames could still carry Seraphim Luna's consciousness. The condensed face hesitated for a moment, as if remembering something, and said hesitantly: "Lord Negris? Where is this? Why am I black? What did you do to me?"

Negris explained the situation.

"This is a dimensional space? We were reborn in a dimensional space?" Shayala remembered more things.

"Yes, Ang asked us to find everyone and restore everyone's memories. How do you feel now? How much have you remembered?" Negris asked.

Shayala pressed her hands to her face, holy light shining in her palms. She rubbed hard while saying: "I remember, I remember everything."

After Shayala moved her palms away from her face, the filthy face was gone, replaced by a smooth, fair, and tender face.

Then her palms wiped through her hair, and the matted hair also returned to being soft. She wiped the clothes on her body, and the clothes immediately looked as if they had been powerfully washed.

After finishing all this, Shayala said: "Lord Negris, please wait for me a moment, I need to handle a private matter."

After saying this, she turned and walked toward the women who had just mocked her.

Those women had long been stunned by the changes before them. Whether it was the holy light or the soul armor, it far exceeded their understanding. Seeing the previously dull and foolish Shayala looking like a different person, they were even more at a loss.

Shayala walked over and gave them a sound beating, making them howl in misery. Even Seraphim Luna condensed a physical form to kick them a few times, and only then did she return, feeling refreshed: "I'm done."

"Then let's go. I didn't expect you to be the first one we found. That's great. Is your precognitive ability still accurate? Which place should we go to first so that good things will happen?" Negris said expectantly.