Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

261 Seeking Opinion

William couldn’t sense a soul’s aura—something beyond human perception—back in the game. Hence, even with the phylactery in hand, he wasn’t sure if his friend’s soul was truly trapped inside.

The box was undoubtedly Nehe’s phylactery—whether it was from the material of this box or the rune patterns engraved on it, William verified that their age roughly matched through appraisal spells.

More importantly, a powerful and tired soul was imprisoned in the box.

However, if he wanted to completely verify it, he probably had to wait until he found a powerful container for the soul in the phylactery before seeking confirmation himself.

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“However, it’s really shocking. The Forest Elves actually allowed a lich’s phylactery to be placed beside the core of the World Tree? A thousand years ago, even if I threatened them with force, those druids guarding the core wouldn’t have agreed to do so, right?” William said with a rare hint of meanness in his tone.

It had to be known that the Forest Elves’ were basically synonymous with stubborn. After all, one probably couldn’t find another race in the entire Currere who would eat the corpses of their own people because of their religious beliefs and not out of hobby or instinct.

William’s question snapped Ebony out of his daze. He answered loudly, “Ah, yes! That was originally the case, but the protection of the core was handed over to the Matriarch’s Listener after a traitor among the druids almost stole it a thousand years ago. All the red tape and taboo matters were made null and void from then on, and the Listener alone was given the power to determine the core’s protection.”

As Ebony spoke, he suddenly pressed his feet together and straightened his back and raised his head… It looked like he was just short of saluting.

“So there can be traitors among the forest druids?” William mocked and continued, “I remember Nehe was captured by necromancers and transformed into a lich while trying to save someone. He was labeled the first renegade druid in history by the very person he saved. Even when he left Ravenwood, he was hunted by several kingdoms due to the bounty despite not hurting a single Forest Elf. Could it be that the title of traitor druid could be manufactured wholesale because of him?”

Ebony shook his head at William’s sarcasm and said to William, “That’s not how it is… You’ve seen the barrier outside and how his phylactery is placed beside the core of the World Tree. You must understand that all the forest druids later forgave him for his past sins…”

“Forgave?” William raised his voice. “What right do they have to forgive Nehe? Shouldn’t it be the other way round? Shouldn’t it be whether Nehe was willing to forgive them?”

Ebony was struck speechless by the sudden agitation of the other party.

To him, knowing the other party’s true identity didn’t make him feel safe.

The name William Kane held a complex and troubled history in Ravenwood Forest.

Ignoring Terra I, who claimed to be his reincarnation, what William did had a profound impact on the Forest Elves when he was still active more than a thousand years ago.

He was both a sinner who extinguished their hopes of rising to prominence, and a savior who saved Ravenwood from the Rotten God.

Compared to the imperialists who worshiped him as a Holy Spirit, the Forest Elves, who didn’t accept the Empire’s cultural faith, held ambivalent feelings towards this former legend—fear, resentment, and admiration, along with the same gratitude and worship that the humans had towards him.

And now, the other party’s attitude towards the Forest Elves proved this.

After a long time, Ebony calmed down and probed. “Therefore, you’re really…”

As Ebony probed the other party, he was convinced of his identity.

Ebony knew the other party was closely related to the ancient Judgment and could easily open the third barrier sealed with an Inverse Entropy spell. The person also knew the prophecy that was only passed down through generations of Matriarch Listeners.

William Kane was probably the only person who could satisfy these conditions.

“I only state the facts, whether you believe me or not,” William said, uninterested in wasting his breath on the topic.

“Of course, I believe you. I’m afraid that besides Nehe, known as the Frost Lich, only you can open that barrier so easily in Currere,” Ebony quickly replied.

The shock in Ebony’s heart dissipated, but it was immediately replaced by a stronger feeling—despair…

Yes, the other party was the former hero who saved the world, William Kane, but… what next?

William Kane was also known as the Eighth Holy Spirit worshiped by the Riel Empire.

Despite his power, no human could live more than 1,000 years. The fact that William Kane appeared before him in his peak state meant that the stories promoted by the Riel Empire were true. He had become an immortal Holy Spirit through his achievements.

This raised a crucial question. Whose side would William Kane stand on?

Would he support Floral, who was loyal to the empire, or would he side with those who sought independence from the empire?

The answer to this question was obvious.

These thoughts took shape in Ebony’s mind almost instantly. When he looked back at the other party staring solemnly at the core of the World Tree, his heart sank as if he had swallowed a cold lead.

However, at this moment…

“Alright, give me the remaining two things you promised. After completing the deal, we’ll look for the duke—I’ll seek her opinion first,”

William Kane said, placing the phylactery that he confirmed wasn’t fake in his inventory after applying a protective spell.

“Seek… her opinion?” Ebony repeated with difficulty.

He feared that the worst was yet to come. As a Holy Spirit worshiped by humans, William Kane was biased towards the empire, no matter if he was a reincarnation, manifestation, or a vessel left behind in Currere.

“Yes, I’ll just ask her if she’s willing to give up the throne peacefully. This way, things will end nicely for everyone,” William replied.

“Huh?”

Ebony felt that he wasn’t following the other party’s train of thought, so he looked at him in confusion.

The other party also looked at him in confusion.

“Is there anything difficult to understand?” the other party asked curiously.

“But… But Floral is someone who’s willing to side with the empire. She even supports letting the Eighth Order have a cathedral in Holy Tree City.”

“Even more reason for her to step down,” William replied to his question. “Of course, it’s necessary to seek the other party’s opinion. After all, you people hate killing, don’t you?”