Cloud Thinking

"Why is it related to the evil cult of Morogen again?"

Elroy expressed his confusion, but other than him and Grammy, the others present were not clear about this and looked at Helia in confusion.

As for Ansel, he was still standing there without any response.

She had no intention of explaining the matter at this moment, so she simply summarized some key points:

"Osinoto held partial control authority, but because he mixed too much power into the creation of the divine body, he was backfired by the power and could no longer control himself."

"So He half-voluntarily and half-forcedly distributed His power to the four archbishops under Him. I don't know the abilities of Monday and Friday, but Wednesday can control souls, and Saturday can manipulate people's minds."

"I was puzzled at the time. Where did Wednesday's new body come from?"

"Are those living people? If so, then where did their souls go when Wednesday's soul took over their bodies? Did they just disappear like that?"

"If it wasn't a living person..."

She looked up at the fruit that was wrapped with people of all kinds, and seemed to have a guess in her mind, so she didn't continue speaking.

"Do these people have souls?" Alfie understood what Helia meant.

If soul transfer exists, a large number of replacement bodies would be needed, just like replacement suits.

No matter how the transfer is carried out, a body without a soul is definitely easier to invade than a body with a soul and its own consciousness.

Then, it becomes necessary to cultivate a body without a soul.

But people have a soul since they are born and come into this world. How can a person without a soul be created?

"I do not know."

Helia stared at the seed closest to her and slowly approached it. She stared at the other person's peaceful and tranquil face, and saw that her lips were slightly open but no bubbles came out. For a moment, she couldn't even be sure whether she was dead or alive.

She raised her hand and pressed on the outer wall of the fruit. Through two layers of soft yet thick membranes, she touched the young woman curled up in the juice. She could even feel a little warmth from her.

"I will report this matter to the Magic Association, Your Highness Helia." Alfie said seriously.

Helia understood what he meant by this. In the beginning, Helia came here because of Camelin. This was a royal matter, and Alfie just came to join in the fun and play a supervisory role.

But now, Alfie has made it clear that he wants to take over the matter. No matter how many royal affairs are involved, the association must intervene, find out the truth, and nip the hidden danger in the bud as soon as possible.

All along, the relationship between the royal family and the Magic Association has been to maintain superficial peace as much as possible, without interfering with each other.

As long as the association does not overstep its boundaries and helps deal with some magicians who disrupt order and maintain stability, the royal family will be willing to give up some power and interests.

The two help each other and each gets what they need.

But as the number of magicians grew, the royal family became more and more wary of the association, and several emperors of the empire tried every means to suppress the power of the association.

But even so, the association is deep-rooted, and the royal family needs them to govern the magicians, so they can only watch them expand their power and acquiesce in their attempts again and again.

When Madeline was around, everyone was still talking about whether the Magic Association had reconciled with the royal family. In fact, the association was just afraid of Madeline and didn't dare to provoke her, so they acted in a low-key manner.

It has long been a consensus in the magic world that Madeline is a lunatic. If she is provoked, the Magic Association’s headquarters may be in danger.

Now that Madeline is no longer in the royal family to pressure the association, some of the association's elders have begun to get restless. Not only have they tried to snatch outstanding magicians from the royal family, they have also tried several times to extend their hands to Abraham College in order to undermine the power of the Abraham royal family in the college. How could Claude tolerate this?

The association paid the price of three great elders before Claude let them go, and only then were they willing to lower their heads and honestly do their own jobs.

Helia's identity was sensitive. As a noble princess of the empire, she should have stood on the side of the royal family and fought against the Magic Association, but she was a magician and was subject to the jurisdiction of the Magic Association.

When the association and the royal family reached a consensus, she was popular with both sides, but once the two sides had a disagreement, she would have to make a choice.

"You can report it, but only you can do it." Helia said in a nonchalant tone.

But the next second, she smiled and gave Alfie a look.

"Sir Alfie, you and Sir Brashily are from the same clan, and you generously helped me during the assessment. I am willing to tell you these things out of consideration for our friendship and gratitude."

"But not everyone is qualified to hear the royal family's secrets."

"Since you've heard it, you can't avoid having to deal with me all the time. After all, I'm not someone who likes to suffer losses."

Only then did Alfie realize why Helia was willing to bring him along, and why she told him the secret of her life without any scruples.

From the very beginning, Helia had no intention of letting him go. She had long been eyeing his identity as a member of the Turafa family and the Grand Elder of the Magic Association, and wanted to lure him into the game!

Alfie was fooled by Helia and laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that you, who seem to be the most innocent and kind in the royal family, are the one with the deepest thoughts."

But he was angry, but he couldn't do anything. Looking around, he saw that they were all Helia's people. Even if it was just Elroy, he would be in trouble, not to mention Grammy.

"Thank you for the compliment." Helia smiled back.

This incident passed, and she turned around to continue observing this strange fruit, only to find that the person in front of her, who seemed almost dead just now, was now staring at her with wide eyes, curiously.

"Oh my god!" Helia was startled and took several steps back. Only then did the others see the young woman who was blocked by her figure.

"This, this, this... it's alive?!" Grammy was also shocked. He stared with wide eyes, and he and the young woman stared at each other.

But soon, the young woman showed signs of struggle, and a lot of bubbles came out of her mouth. She flapped her limbs as if she was drowning, trying to escape, but her hands were empty and could not break the membrane that trapped her.

"Lydia." Helia only called out, and Lydia drew her sword and slashed at where the young woman was.

Without the defensive layer, the fruit could not resist external attacks and was immediately cut. The juice rushed out impatiently, and the "seed" containing the young woman was also spit out.

Lydia struck again with the sword, and the water membrane that trapped the woman broke. She collapsed on the broken membrane, wet, coughing violently and breathing heavily.

She was not wearing any clothes, and her white body was exposed in front of everyone, but she did not feel the slightest bit of shame. Her empty and misty eyes were like those of a newborn baby, ignorant and naive.

The men present consciously moved away, but it was no use because the people in the fruit were all naked. Even though their curled-up posture covered some of their bodies, some of their privacy was still visible to them.

Helia directly took off Ansel's long coat, who still didn't respond, and put it on the woman. She then took out her handkerchief and simply wiped her body.

During this whole process, the woman did not speak a word, but just looked at Helia curiously, her eyes following her all the time.

Elroy considerately patched up the hole in the fruit. There were so many people inside, and the situation was still unclear. If they all woke up, it would be troublesome.

After doing all this, Helia carried the woman to a relatively clean and flat stone, supported her hands beside her, met her gaze, and asked:

"Can you talk?"

The woman tilted her head in confusion, as if she didn't understand what Helia was saying, but when she heard Helia speak, her eyes lit up and she seemed to find it very novel.

Helia vaguely sensed something, pulled her hand over, pressed it on her vocal cords, and whispered, "Learn from me."

The fingers felt the vibration of the vocal cords when speaking. The woman trembled in fear, and then seemed to understand something. She opened her mouth and said slowly:

"Learn with me."

Helia let go of her hand and said again: "I am Helia."

The woman imitated her, "I'm Helia."

Then Helia raised her hands again, spread her fingers, and stared at the woman intently.

The young woman followed her example, slowly raising her hands to cheek height and spreading her fingers.

Helia stretched out her hand, and she leaned her hand in, until their fingertips touched.

Helia passed her fingers through the other's fingers, bent her fingers, and clasped the other's hand.

The woman paused, then interlocked her fingers with Helia's.

"How is it?" Elroy came over and saw Helia and the woman holding hands, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

The woman looked at Elroy and said, "Well?"

"I'm not a 100% scholar, I have a certain degree of self-awareness." Helia released her hand and replied.

"No..." Before the woman could finish imitating Helia's words, Helia cast a sleeping spell on her and she fell asleep again in a daze.

Lydia caught the person and laid her flat on the big rock, and used her own vest to cover the exposed part of her body.

"You said, if these people are seeds, then the scholars we met before, could they be their..." Vikes thought for a long time and couldn't think of a good adjective, but others understood what he wanted to say.

"But these people in the seeds are obviously more sophisticated and valuable than those scholars who can regenerate at any time. They don't just imitate blindly, but can learn to develop self-awareness through imitation." Helia said.

After saying this, Helia suddenly thought of the world she once lived in. This situation was a bit like artificial intelligence...

It’s just that at this time, artificial intelligence is still in the stage of continuous learning, and has not yet developed self-awareness, the so-called soul.

"They created this thing so that they can produce endless piles of soulless scholars and train them."

"If there are enough of them, they can catch up with the army..." said Grammy.

"Tsk! These pagans are so restless!" Alfie felt deeply troubled. He quickly glanced at Helia, and thinking of the previous threats, his mood became even more complicated.

"No." Elroy figured out something different at this time, "It's not entirely like that."

He pointed at the group of people still sleeping in the seeds and said, "There are so many people here. Are they used to produce those seeds that can imitate human spirits, or are they..."

"They are embryos, used to receive souls."

"Perhaps, it's both." Helia continued, "People are born, grow old, get sick and die. When the aging body can no longer support the growing desire to survive, and soul transfer is feasible..."

"I think even I would want to have a younger body before my body completely ages and dies."

"As long as my soul survives, I can live forever."

Helia's gaze finally fell on the person sleeping in the amniotic sac, her expression complicated.

How wonderful it is! No matter whether you are male or female, young or old, beautiful or ugly, as long as you want, you can change into the body you like at any time.

Can these people still be called human beings? They are clearly commodities with clear prices, and they cannot even resist - because they are like newborn babies, their self-awareness is so weak that they cannot resist the souls of those old guys who have eaten who knows how much salt.