Chapter 662: The ball always rolls to the starting point
"A priest?"
Sore was half nervous half intrigued. There were not many priests important enough for the church to obsess over, but at the same time disrespected enough for them to use a Soulmancer rather than a Soul Meister--despite them clearly having the resources to find one.
"That’s what they said," the Soulmancer shrugged. "Weird, huh? Using a Soulmancer to call for one of their own."
The old man cackled at the irony of the world he lived in.
"At any rate, I need to know as much as possible about the person, but they only told me it was a priest using a spear--not even a name! They only gave me an item, but who knows if the soul even had a connection with that item! What an incompetent bunch," the Soulmancer grumbled. "Anyway, I still did it since they paid me and all, but there was no answer."
"Meaning?"
"The soul is not in this world anymore, or the person is still alive--or the items only have little significance to that person. I told them this kind of thing repeatedly, but they kept calling me a fucking liar, those fucking money-sucking pigs!" the man spit on the dirty floor. "I almost snatched away the item ’cause I was so pissed."
Sore narrowed their eyes in pondering. If it was indeed their young master, then of course the Soulmancy would not work. The young master was still alive after all. Maybe this crook wasn’t a liar after all.
But damn...what kind of hell would unleash if the Lord found out the church tried to force-summon his beloved’s soul and control it.
...it might not be Wrath who marched for war.
Sore’s expression turned rigid at the thought, but the Soulmancer misunderstood it. "Don’t look at me like that--I was annoyed and it looked expensive. Kind of like a pearl, a gem? I thought it’d fetch good money in the black market since I knew they wouldn’t pay me--oh, but you won’t have to worry about that, will you?"