The rain hit the cobblestones and the stream, making a rhythmic dense sound.
Jenkins hesitated, and did not use [Essence of Life] to grow trees to shelter from the rain. The general rule of Paradise is that an ability can only be used once, and he is not sure whether he will need this ability in the future. Although the rituals of life can be used repeatedly, Jenkins has never learned the rituals of growing plants, and the few elf rituals taught by the old elves are more inclined to combat.
"Would you know the ritual of growing plants quickly?"
Jenkins then asked his companions that Sigrid was born in the Natural Church, so there was no reason why she wouldn't do this kind of ceremony.
"It will, but it will take time to set up and some materials...and I don't have waterproof chalk with me."
The blonde girl said awkwardly, guessing Jenkins' idea of wanting to grow trees to shelter from the rain. Jenkins then raised his head and looked at the rainy sky as dark as an abyss, and could only wait patiently for the corpse to float.
In fact, it is also possible to grow a tree with a walking stick. This C-category gift belongs to the life category, and the gift can always be used in the treacherous world. But considering that Jenkins once used this weapon as a believer in lies, and the lady around him is extra sensitive to the spirit of life, Sigrid might see the clue if he used the cane rashly.
Of course he believed in Sigrid, but at the same time he also thought that there was no need to take risks in order not to get caught in the rain, so the two could only continue to get caught in the rain. Of course, Jenkins will take care of the lady and not make her sick.
Although the stream in front of me is not rushing, but the stream is very wide, and it is difficult to judge the depth because of the light. Listening to the sound of the rain, Jenkins gradually relaxed. The sound of the rain hitting the stream and pebbles has a strange rhythm. Immersed in this sound, Jenkins vaguely touched some inexplicable feelings.
It's hard to describe. Jenkins thought that if he worked harder, he might be able to get some inspiration from the sound of the rain, about nature.
"Here we come~"
The lady beside her stretched out her finger to the upper reaches of the dark stream, and Jenkins followed suit and saw a dark thing going down the stream. Jenkins heaved a sigh of relief when the thing approached. He was worried that the so-called corpse would look like a giant, but in fact it floated more like a sleeping person, with no wounds or swelling. No corpse spots.
"But why is that person so familiar?"
He made Sigrid wait in the shallows, then waded into the stream himself. The stream was not deep, but it was so cool that Jenkins couldn't help shivering. He transferred the cat to his breast pocket and dragged the body back to shore with difficulty.
There was no horrible thing like the recovery of the corpse as imagined. After Sigrid reached out and the two moved the corpse to the pebble beach together, Jenkins finally saw the face of the corpse:
"Father?"
"Is it Papa Oliver?"
Sigrid also recognized that face, the paper-like old man with his eyes closed, was Papa.
"No, it's not true, you don't have to worry."
She wiped the rain from her face, raised her head and hurriedly said to Jenkins, Jenkins had a normal expression and did not have any emotional fluctuations because of the corpse:
"Of course not true, how could Dad die so easily?"
If that key had failed so easily, Pop wouldn't have had to struggle with the curse for so many years.
With that said, Jenkins put his finger on the forehead of the corpse:
"It is indeed a corpse, once alive and now dead."
This sentence means that this is really a corpse, not something synthesized by methods such as alchemy.
"So... we bury him now?"
Sigrid's voice was not very clear in the rain, and she was still a little worried that Jenkins would be sad because of the corpse.
"Wait a moment."
As he spoke, he reached into the pocket of the corpse's coat, but found nothing. Jenkins thought for a while, and then began to bury the body.
There was no soil around, so they could only lay the body flat and pick up some pebbles and pile it on top of the body. Although it was a bit cumbersome and it was still raining, compared with the previous treacherous lands, it couldn't be simpler.
But both Jenkins and Sigrid knew that things would never be so easy. Sure enough, when the cobblestones they picked up hadn't covered one-third of the corpse, the corpse with its eyes closed spoke in the voice of the old man :
"Do you think the existence of the undead is reasonable?"
"Unreasonable, this disrupts the order and cycle of life and death."
Jenkins replied.
"Unreasonable, life and death are the process of life, and the undead are crippled."
Seeing this, Sigrid also replied.
"But God is also eternal."
The corpse said again, his hand suddenly grasping Jenkins' hand:
"You, too, are immortal... so you were lying just now."
Jenkins frowned, seeing from the corner of his eye that his cousin was surprised but did not intend to express her opinion, so he continued:
"The birth and death of human beings from generation to generation, this number is related to the upper limit of energy in the material world, which is the way of nature. Immortality means continuous consumption of resources in the material world, adding a constant amount to the overall fluctuation of the number of human beings , contrary to the principles of nature, so I say it disrupts the order of life and death.
But gods are different. Their total number is limited, and gods will perfect the rules of the world and increase the upper limit of the world. Their eternal life is the same as the eternal life of the world. In a sense, gods are world. "
"Is life and death natural?"
The corpse asked again, Jenkins nodded, shook off the hand holding him, and continued to pick up pebbles not far away:
"Of course, nature is everything, and everything has life and death, so life and death are nature. Nature is great, yes, quite great, and contains everything."
There is actually no need to say the second half of the sentence, it was added on his own initiative.
Hearing this, the corpse smiled and said nothing, allowing Jenkins and Sigrid to cover it little by little with pebbles. In the end, there was only a human-shaped bump left on the ground, but the color of the clothes could still be seen vaguely between the cobblestones.
Jenkins hugged Sigrid, warming the shivering girl. Then the two backed away slowly, watching the green flames gushing from the cracks in the cobblestones.
The flames are unusually coquettish, and they are not affected by the heavy rain at all. The small flame grew rapidly against the rain, and the flame jumped and danced in the air, but there was no sound at all. It suddenly appeared and then disappeared abruptly, and the human-shaped protrusions on the ground gradually leveled off.