Maitreya left, and Zack didn't go directly to the farm because he had to wait for Bumi to come back, and stayed in Grande. Sitting on the bench on the back porch, looking at the list of aliens left by Maitreya.
Uh, interracial list. Zac thought there was no need to collect this thing, but Maitreya said something like this, "You should see that the purpose of my practice is to meet. I may have encountered a foreign race that exists in Barton that even you don't know about. Especially Mr. Li personally translated it, it is considered a gift, please accept it."
Zach accepted it indifferently, but after he started to read it, the indifferentness disappeared. There really is an alien race in Barton that even Zach doesn’t know about.
"Kim, what's this word?" Zach called Jin, who had just returned to the Great Dane form, and pointed to a row of things written in Republican on the list. There was an asterisk in the translation, which obviously failed to be translated. noun.
The Great Dane glanced at it, ignored it, and walked away wagging his butt. After a while, Mo came over and said, "He (Jin) said that his speaking quota has been exhausted today."
Zach was too lazy to be serious, "What's written here?" and handed over the list.
Mo looked at it for a while and frowned, "'Po'." Zach couldn't understand the pronunciation, so he glanced and curled his lips, "In Kozier's store on Lister Street?" This is the part that has a translation.
If Zach knew all the aliens in Barton, then when he saw him in Cozier's shop on Lister Street, he should be the mind-reader Oz Cozier. But Ozkozier's name has a special column on this list. This republican word that Zach doesn't recognize is something that Zach doesn't know.
"There is no corresponding word in the Federation." Zach was speechless when he said this. The reason is that if there is no corresponding word in his own language, then don't expect to be able to understand it.
"No." Mo shook his head, as if he understood Zach's expression, "But you should be able to understand this thing. It's part of the soul. I'll think about how to describe it." Mo frowned and looked towards the center of the backyard. Ryan, let's ignore it. Jackson and O'Neal are discussing the philosophical issue of the final form of the alien soul. For example, if becoming a demon is the final form of the Hell Undead, the Earthbinder is the initial form of all final forms...
Mo seemed to have an idea, "Wandering souls, those alien souls who have forgotten who they are and are waiting to disappear..."
"'Lie'." Please don't pay attention to Zach's republican pronunciation, "is it a wandering ghost?"
"Uh, I'm not done yet. It's the opposite." Mo rolled his eyes at Zach, "Your federation divides the soul into a band and a soul mark, right? The wandering soul's band shrank and lost its soul mark. Things that have even forgotten their own existence are only waiting for their complete demise... "
"'Bo'." Zach still knew how to correct his pronunciation, but it seemed that the distance was correct but he had changed the direction. "It's just a belt and a soul mark?" Zach couldn't understand it anymore: if you compare the soul to a potted plant, The wandering soul is the soil in the pot that dries up and binds, and the plants wither and imprint their souls, leaving only a flower pot that occupies space. Mo said that it was the opposite of wandering souls, what about soil and plants floating in nothingness
"Can you wait until I finish?" Mo glared at Zach.
"Uh, please."
"Tsk, it's not wrong for you to think so. However, there is a difference." With that said, Mo took Zach's hand and put it on his lap.
Zach tilted his head, hoping that Mo wasn't hinting at something that would upset Louise.
This hope was fulfilled, "You can touch me, right?"
"Okay." Zach withdrew his hand, not wanting to stay any longer.
"I am a soul alien, but you can touch me, and you can also touch Danny Phantom, but you cannot touch Jackson and O'Neal."
"Because they have no entity." Zach could feel that Mo was trying to explain something, so it was very important to give his own understanding to facilitate communication.
"Yes, there is no entity." It sounds like this is the key to Mo's point. "Strictly speaking, Jackson belongs to hell. He does not belong to this world, so it is understandable that he has no entity in this world. O'Neal is an earth-bound spirit, which is also strictly speaking. It is said that he is just a person who died, and what is left after the body dies in this world, so he has no entity. Then, why do Danny and I have entities? Have you ever thought about this problem."
"Huanren relies on human beings to realize human nature. Interacting with the world is the most basic human desire. You, you said that this body was created by you."
"Well, so now at least you can confirm one thing, the soul, the soul without a body, me, Danny, the soul alien race, regardless of whether it is the 'upgraded' earth-binding spirit of your federation, simply speaking, the soul has the ability, eh , at least it has the potential to obtain entities that interact with the world.”
Zach looked at O'Neal and Jackson who were floating over to 'listen to the lecture', and curled his lips, "Okay, I admit this statement." This was the concession that Zach could give. 'Back off'? Yes, admitting that soul aliens have the ability to obtain entities is not in line with our proud vampire ranking of aliens.
Remember Zach's ranking, the soul aliens are at the bottom, and are considered by vampires to be the aliens with the least influence on the world. The reason why it has no influence is naturally that it does not even have an entity, including things that rely entirely on others to give it a sense of existence. How can it influence the world? Interacting with this world is the meaning of entity, isn't it
"Then let's talk about wandering souls." Mo continued, "Do wandering souls have the ability to obtain physical entities?"
"Mirror Man." Zach directly threw out the name, which was quite helpless. If it hadn't been for the Mirror Man becoming an angel, Zach really wouldn't have mentioned this species that gained its identity by picking up things thrown away by others.
Mo tilted his head and smiled, "So, you have to admit that even wandering souls have the ability to obtain entities. Even if the entities obtained are not their own."
"Do you have any conclusions?" Zach became impatient. The most annoying thing about cultural exchanges is not that you have to accept new ideas, but that your own old ideas are impacted. Zach is not young anymore. He has lived a long life, and who doesn’t have the stubbornness to stay in his own ways
"This thing." Mo pointed at the word Gonghe on the list, not bothering to pronounce it again, "It is a thing that has completely lost this ability. Or, it can also be said that it does not have this ability. As for how it appeared, it was The ones created are still like wandering souls. They were originally humans, then souls, and then lost the abilities that souls should have, and became like this. I don’t know... "
"Wandering souls cannot be created." O'Neill interrupted the conversation.
Regarding this, Zach added, "At least no one can create it yet. In Constantine's advanced research on demons, he initially wanted to recreate the trial of faith by creating a soul carrier, but failed and used the wandering soul. I used it as a carrier to hold the demon's soul imprint, and completed the research on the demon's advancement by accident."
"Then according to your federation's alien theory, can ties and soul marks be created?" Mo asked the question.
"No." It's O'Neal again.
Zach retorted, "The straps are OK, Benjamin's spices are made by John." It was a reminder to O'Neill, who is also a wizard, "The soul mark is not allowed, at least not yet. The soul mark is different from the memory of the human body. , although they are all things that record life, but even if the vampire's charming eyes change the memory, the soul imprint will not change. The body and soul store the life scripture differently." To O'Neill again, "So when your brother's soul When the mark disappears due to religious rejection, none of us can stop it."
O'Neal spun around and didn't respond.
"This is the difference between the Federation and the Republic." Mo shrugged, "We don't treat these two things separately." She tilted her head, "If you want to use a metaphor, they are clear water and turbid water. There is no difference in clear water. There are fish, but they are clear but lifeless. There are fish in the turbid water, and if there is life, there will be fishermen. You think that the soul imprint is maintained by the tie, just like the fish attracts the fishermen, and one thing connects another thing. And we don’t put cause and effect in the back and separate the two things in the back, but in the front, because the water is turbid, this is the original cause, so all the possibilities behind it are possible.”
Zach doesn’t have much insight into the culture of the Republic, but he is good at logic. “What you mean is that alien souls, including wandering souls, are all turbid water. And this thing in Cozier’s shop is pure water. It has no vitality, no 'so' behind it, and it does not have any potential that alien souls should have. But you don't know whether this clear water is artificial (created) or naturally formed (degenerated from normal souls) .”
"Yes." Mo smiled, "I know that you have always rejected the idea that the alien races in the Republic are all 'gods'. It seems that the alien races in the Republic are better off than the alien races in the Federation. You are not willing to accept it~ Haha, then This thing should give you a balance, it is something more pitiful and lower than the wandering souls of your federation."
"I have not rejected him." Zach actually refused to admit it. There was a legitimate reason. "What I find difficult to accept is that a god who is no longer believed in by people goes to a foreign country to survive."
Mo's face tensed up, he twitched the corner of his mouth, handed Zach the list, "Humph!" and left.
"I thought you were a gentleman." O'Neal taunted.
"I am." Zach held the list and stared at the unknown word "Republic". "Gentlemen also need to tell the truth sometimes. If one day, you wizards no longer use witchcraft, you will also complain, your Papa will go anywhere at midnight to cause harm to others."
"I don't care." O'Neill shook his body. "When Papa compromised the faith of the Holy Lord at midnight and the Federation was established, the wizard was already disappointed with this 'god'. Any slander against him is A waste of energy. To Papa Midnight, the blood of wizards is not as important as the blood of ordinary Indians. In order to protect India, he would rather let the wizards who fought with you colonial aliens on the battlefield die in vain. As long as he leaves He's gone, he doesn't care anyway, so what do we care about..."
Zach frowned. Although he was talking about Papa Midnight, "You do understand that the majority of Indians without witchcraft talent are right. You have won the alien battlefield. Do you want to look at your own in the former human battlefield?" Are our compatriots being massacred?"
"They are incompetent, why should they care."
"Their incompetence is because of their beliefs." How should I put it? Zach is a competent colonist. He knows the history of the land he wants to invade very well. "The resources and civilization of your Indians were once used Come to support the wizards. In your tribal system, the wizards are the people with the highest status in the tribe. They gave all the best furs, the best food, and the best supplies to you wizards. You expect them to have a Can we defeat our colonial army with feathers and branches?"
The edge between O'Neal's body and the air began to blur, probably because his state of mind was affected.
"My federal history is full marks." Jackson said, "I have studied the colonial wars in the past. The colonists destroyed ten Indian tribes in one day, um, a battle." It was an assist, "That doesn't count. Going into battle is just marching, one after another.”
"Tsk!" O'Neal actually turned his head and stared at Ryan, "A little support?!"
"Sorry." It's really rare, "I'm just an Indian with no talent." Ryan pointed to the ground, "Don't you know very well, the witchcraft that maintains my existence is not performed by myself." That's right, When O'Neal first came to Grande, didn't he abuse Ryan to keep himself going? Ryan half-embedded back underground, "I can't support you." It's rare that Ryan is actually on Zach's side.
Zach glanced at O'Neal and didn't want to say more. He folded the list in his hand and put it in his pocket. If he had the chance, he would definitely ask Oz, the mind-reader, about this matter. We can't say that Zach is sensitive. After Wes admitted that he was also a member of the Sabbat, Zach really couldn't rest assured whether there were other members of the Sabbat in Barton.
It's not difficult to guess that the low-level gadgets in Cozier's shop that Zach didn't recognize were brought by Cozier, so aren't they from the Sabbat
"Danny." Zach called out. It wasn't anything big, he just wanted Danny, a guy who could travel easily, to go to the West District to find Bumi and urge him.
There was no response. Zach frowned and looked around. The colorful light that usually surrounded Grande had disappeared.
Zach pursed his lips. He was clearly there when he sat on the back porch just now, but he disappeared after communicating with Mo. strangeness.
Shhh, let's not make it difficult for Danny to tell Zach the truth.
"Speaking of witchcraft talent."
When Zach was about to go to the farm to wait for Bumi, Jackson asked O'Neill, "What on earth is this thing? Does it have to be an Indian and have the blood of a witchcraft family?"
"Nonsense." O'Neal was obviously in a bad mood.
As for the guy responsible for O'Neill's bad mood, our vampire has walked down the back porch and is about to go straight through the backyard and head south.
"Then, if you are not an Indian, you cannot have the talent for witchcraft, and you cannot know witchcraft. Is this what you mean?" Jackson continued to ask.
"What do you think?" It still meant nonsense.
"Oh." Jackson responded and floated to Zach's side.
Zach glanced at it, ignored it, and kept moving forward at his own speed.
It wasn't until they were far away from Grande that Jackson spoke, "The last time I stayed in Grande, I saw Ryan working hard on practicing a witchcraft." Yes, these two teenagers did not only peek at Yuehua Apart from Baiying, there is still some serious business. "I saw that it was quite painful for him to practice, so I was curious, so I tried it myself."
With that said, Jackson drew a circle in front of Zach.
Seeing the dark red Indian spell stuck to the ground, Zach tilted his lower lip and said, "You have learned a witchcraft."
"kindness."
Zach's next question is the point.
"Who else knows."
"Blake." I'm afraid no one remembers, "When he took me back last time, I told him this when I told him about Grande's interesting story. He said that his intuition told him that this was not an interesting thing. .I am an undead soul who belongs to hell. I was caught by the devil because of your kindness. He is just an ordinary human being, not a saint who has absorbed the Raging Waves. Blake told me not to use the abilities of other faiths to cause trouble. Since he couldn’t protect me, he told me not to tell anyone.”
"He's right." What could Zach say? He had the same instinct as Blake.
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