Humans, and the intelligent life forms derived from humans, are born to pursue "rationality". If they hear something beyond their imagination and cannot connect it with their own cognition through a certain logic, it is difficult for them to accept it. Countless misunderstandings are born from this, and even Melian Solomon, one of the oldest Dead Apostles, is no exception.
Shinji just demonstrated the transfer of blood-sucking impulse, and he automatically "analyzed" the cause and effect - Elquet woke up from his slumber, entered the real world, met Shinji, and because of Shinji's special ability, he brought him with him - at the same time, he "analyzed" a question.
"If you have such power, why do you still need the True Red Fruit? Is it because there is a limit to the bloodsucking impulse that can be transferred?"
"No, there is no limit to the impulse that can be transferred. The limit is the object that receives the blood-sucking impulse. The blood-sucking impulse is like water. How much water can be held depends on the size of the container. What kind of existence do you think has a greater capacity than the True Ancestor?"
Able to connect thoughts with nature and change reality through thinking, the True Ancestor's mental power far exceeds human imagination, as does the accumulated blood-sucking urge.
As a direct subordinate of the original True Ancestor Zhu Yue, Mei Lian knew this better than anyone else.
"There is really no comparison. The capacity of humans is a cup, and your Highness is a reservoir. There is a huge difference. If there is anyone who can compare with your Highness in spiritual power, perhaps it is only the legendary third magician, but that person has passed away for many years."
Shinji had the same guess, but he hadn't completed the third magic after all, and his soul hadn't reached such a high level. At present, it was only as high as a reservoir, and although it was much larger than a cup, it was still small compared to a reservoir. When Shinji first used magic to induce the urge to suck blood, he only lasted for three seconds.
"However, if quality is not enough, we can consider quantity. The greatest advantage of human beings is quantity. One is not enough for ten, ten are not enough for a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, and a hundred—"
A "black key" passed by Mei Lian's eyes, interrupting his speech.
Along with the black keys came Xiel's cold voice.
"Humans are not livestock for vampires to keep. Watch your words."
"Don't get excited, I'm just suggesting a possibility."
Mei Lian was not angry either. She symbolically calmed her companion's emotions and continued.
"The urge to drink blood is a mental urge. It won't really turn humans into vampires. Drinking a few sips of blood won't cause any harm to humans. What do you think, Sir Knight?"
"That's the theory, but you overlooked a key point. The cup is not open but closed. The consciousness of an individual will instinctively reject the alien. Almost all mental operations are slowly guided rather than directly interfered. The difficulty of forced infusion is even greater than reading other people's memories."
"Then how do I—?"
"You are different. You are a son of God, and you have the ability to bear the consciousness of others and turn it into reality. If it were the two ladies over there, they would at most feel a little uncomfortable for a while."
Meiren's existence is special. Before becoming a Dead Apostle, he was a child of God (global terminal) who could communicate with animals and fulfill wishes. In layman's terms, it is a sub-species Holy Grail. The scale of wishes that can be fulfilled is not as large as the Greater Holy Grail of Fuyuki, but there are no such cumbersome restrictions on its use. Praying to him can fulfill wishes. As long as it is within Meiren's tolerance, 100 wishes can be fulfilled.
Ironically, Mei Lian can fulfill the wishes of others, but not his own. He has god-like abilities, but not a god's body. His body structure is no different from that of an ordinary person. For the villagers, he is a very convenient tool.
Yes, props. Mei Lian's life before he became a Dead Apostle was miserable. He was born in an ignorant village. After the villagers discovered his abilities, they worshipped him as the Son of God. In order to prevent him from leaving the village, they cut off his limbs on the pretext that "the appearance of a god cannot be the same as that of a human" and enshrined him in the temple as a wish-granting machine.
Mei Lian should have spent his entire life as a comfort to the villagers, but one day more than ten years later, Zhu Yue happened to pass by and was intrigued by his abilities.
Zhu Yue declared that he would kill all the villagers at dawn and said.
"If you want to survive, defeat me with your wishes."
So the game began.
The villagers' wish to "refuse death" is indeed ugly and powerful. Regardless of the burden of Mei Lian, who is responsible for fulfilling the wish, they come up with "powerful beasts" one after another to challenge Zhu Yue.
But it was obvious that those things were no match for Zhu Yue. The villagers' wishes were not fulfilled. At dawn, Mei Lian, who was overloaded, met her end and died. The remaining villagers died one after another while cursing Mei Lian and Zhu Yue.
Afterwards, at dawn when the sun rose, Zhu Yue gave Mei Lian, who had already died, a kiss, and resurrected her as a dead apostle.
"This is just for fun. Live your life the way you like. You have already drawn a few things to replace your own hands and feet. Although the wish that caused it is ugly, what you drew is a masterpiece. If the statue you drew is a god, it can bear the responsibility of becoming your hands and feet."
As if possessed by Zhu Yue's words, Mei Lian depicted the four statues of the gods in the temple "shaped by the villagers' beliefs", giving them the ability to become her own brothers and sisters, standing on the ground in human form for the first time.
From then on, he swore to be a loyal disciple to Zhu Yue and had a longing for her. After Zhu Yue's death, he transferred this feeling to Elquet.
Even after becoming a Dead Apostle, Mei Lian's ability still exists, and because of this ability, he has become a superior "foreign object" among the 27 Dead Apostles who value strange colors. He likes his ability, believes in his ability, and often collects other people's imaginations and colors them with his own aspirations. This has been the case for thousands of years.
What he didn't expect was that there were other wish agencies in this world besides him, and that there were people who could use this mode of operation to attack him.
"Ahahahaha, so there is such a problem. It seems that I need to wear some targeted props in the future."
The boy's awkward smile made his two companions' expressions slightly better, and also gave Shinji a chance to talk.
"Since you two ladies are Mr. Meilian's companions and are wearing the monastic robes of the church, you must be members of the 'Burying Agency'. I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am -"
Before he could finish his words, the silver-haired girl had already started reciting his information.
"I know you, Matou Shinji, 17 years old, living in Fuyuki City, Japan, a member of the Matou family of magicians. Three years ago, as a guard knight, he joined the last True Ancestor to defeat one of the 27 ancestors, 'Night of Wallachia';. Your whereabouts before and after are a mystery. The director issued an order to investigate you, and it has not been revoked until now."
"Even that Narubalek... I don't know whether I should cry or feel honored."
Shinji was not surprised by this result. The commotion he caused that time was too big, and it would be dangerous if the church did nothing.
"You should cry. No one who is targeted by the director has a good ending." The silver-haired girl continued her sharp tongue style, "Although I don't like you, I dislike the director even more, so I'm giving you a special reminder."
"Thank you. I haven't asked for your names yet."
"'Burying Agency'; Seventh Seat, Xiel."
"Fellow candidate, Karen Aldessia."
"What???"
PS: Meren is a weakened version of Youhabach, that's wrong, Tsukihime was born earlier, and it's more correct to say that Youhabach is a strengthened version of Meren. (Bleach only started serialization in 2001, and Tsukihime was released in 2000.)
PS2: Attention, attention, the old book club group is full. Since yesterday, you can't join even if you apply. Now we are opening a new book club group. The group number is 1·3·2·6·4·8·0·9·1. If you want to join, join here. This is a 2,000-member group contributed by the big guys. It may not be filled up in a lifetime. (The group owner is not a traitor, but a certain manager. The traitor is a poor guy who has no money to charge for VIP)