Chapter 1935: Is that your child?

Very soon,

He noticed an additional temporary communication channel in the chat room’s modules!

Before Matthew could “type” to inquire,

Rheager’s voice had already resonated in the depths of his soul:

“Is it you, Matthew?”

His voice trembled a bit, filled with restrained longing and anticipation.

Matthew forcibly steadied his emotions and calmly replied in his mind:

“It’s me.”

“I am not far from you, I will rescue you.”

“Listen, Rheager, I had someone set up a communication device so we can have a brief conversation, but I’m not sure how long this device will work. I need you to quickly provide me with information about your situation as much as possible, can you do that?”

Rheager’s voice sounded somewhat steady:

“I am locked in a dark room, where most of the time, I can’t see my hand in front of my face.”

“I can barely see a bit of light only when being interrogated, but the interrogations don’t last long. They ask me some pointless questions; I suspect they don’t care about the answers, just want to see if I’m alive or check if my mind is still intact.”

“These damned demons!”

“I often feel foggy due to a lack of energy; most of the time, I am sleeping. It seems like they have drained my energy. I now need to rest after speaking a few sentences, otherwise, I feel a bit strained…”

“Often, I feel cold, this room has no bed or other furniture, just cold walls and floors. I haven’t eaten for a long time, but somehow I am still alive…”

“Say, have I already died, Matthew?”

On the last question,

Matthew distinctly noticed the change in Rheager’s emotions.

He replied very calmly,

“Calm down.”

“The Su people have a saying, ‘A scourge lasts a thousand years.’ Someone like you isn’t that easy to perish.”

Rheager’s voice noticeably relaxed a bit:

“I can tell that’s not really a compliment!”

“But thank you, Matthew, thank you for coming to rescue me…”

Matthew felt a slight sting in his nose.

However, he methodically continued to inquire about Rheager’s situation.

Unfortunately,

Rheager’s soul was mostly in a dormant state.

The information Matthew could gather was very limited.

“I feel very sleepy, Matthew.”

“Before you awakened me, I had been sleeping for a long time. Those damned demons must have stolen my energy; my condition is terrible now. My mind feels foggy; I need to sleep first, then I can provide you with more information…”

Rheager’s voice sounded extremely weary.

Matthew’s heart skipped a beat.

Bubu emerged again from the Crucible.

The little Elite Soul seemed anxious:

“His soul has been sealed for so long and hasn’t received spiritual replenishment, it’s extremely weak.”

“Because we forcibly awakened him, his spirituality is dispersing even more intensely.”

“Right now, his spiritual imprints are disintegrating; you can’t let him sleep. You must keep him alert to preserve his spirit, otherwise his soul will suffer tremendous damage!”

Matthew, of course, understood this.

He immediately asked:

“Is it possible to send some spirituality over?”

Bubu hesitated a bit:

“It’s possible.”

“But it has to be extremely pure spirituality; we can’t find that just now…”

His words halted there.

Because Matthew had already taken out the Lost Lantern and placed it in front of Bubu:

“The purest spirituality, as much as needed.”

Bubu looked at Matthew with reverence, then shrunk his head:

“Alright, I understand. I will covertly transmit a small amount of spirituality there as quickly as possible.”

“The caveat is that you have to hold him off for these few minutes and not let his spiritual imprints disintegrate too severely.”

Matthew nodded.

His eyes flickered, and he immediately replied to Rheager:

“Wait, before you sleep, I must confirm your identity—what if you’re a demon in disguise?”

“What if I fall right into the trap by acting?”

Rheager’s voice changed from weariness to confusion:

“Huh?”

“Isn’t verifying identity supposed to be the first step?”

“I thought we could skip that step between us. Forget it, Matthew, I’m really very sleepy…”

Matthew continued to talk nonsense expressionlessly:

“I forgot.”

“This step is crucial. If I can’t successfully verify that you are indeed Rheager, I won’t rescue you.”

“Not now, and probably not in the future.”

Upon hearing this,

Rheager was visibly startled, his tone somewhat aggrieved,

“How can I prove I am myself?”

Matthew glanced at Bubu, who was pushing her power to the limit in the Crucible, and deliberately slowed his speech,

“Answer me a few questions.”

Rheager urged,

“Hurry up.”

Matthew, unhurried,

“How much money do I owe you?”

Rheager was obviously taken aback, and after a few seconds, he replied unhappily,

“How can I remember that?”

“I never keep track when I lend money!”

“You can’t possibly exclude me as myself just because of this?”

Matthew found it amusing internally, but his expression remained aloof,

“Well, that’s hard to say, anyway you haven’t answered, so next question.”

“What do you think is the most useful sword oil?”

Rheager answered immediately,

“Dragon Root Sword Oil.”

“No doubt about that.”

Matthew asked again,

“Do you have any illegitimate children outside?”

Rheager hesitated,

“I shouldn’t have any.”

This time, it was Matthew’s turn to be surprised,

“Shouldn’t?”

Rheager replied,

“You know, I do have some lovers, but I’m always careful.”

“Though nothing is absolute, as far as I know, there are none.”

At this point,

Matthew could distinctly feel some vigor returning to Rheager’s voice,

Bubu also gave him a victorious gesture.

The first wave of high-purity spirituality had passed.

This would greatly alleviate Rheager’s urgent need but also increased the risk of being discovered by Glacia.

“Alright, I can almost confirm you are indeed Rheager.”

“Stay awake, I’ll rescue you soon.”

Before ending the communication,

Matthew decided to give Rheager a little more stimulus to prevent his spiritual imprints from accidentally collapsing,

“By the way, Sif is pregnant, and the child has already been born, his name is Xianight and for now, he takes the Blood Banner last name…”

However, instead of the expected explosion of rage,

Rheager hesitated and asked,

“So, is that kid yours?”

This time, it was Matthew’s turn to have veins bulging on his forehead—

What did he mean by that?

But the next second,

Rheager’s somewhat mischievous laughter came through,

“Don’t frown, just joking with you, also further proving I’m myself, right?”

Matthew responded resignedly,

“In terms of taunting and provoking, you really are naturally gifted.”

“But now that you’re like this, rest easy.”

Rheager added,

“Wait.”

“I just perked up a bit, I don’t feel like sleeping now, and I’ve also remembered three pieces of potentially useful information.”

“The first is, outside my room, I could occasionally see large pieces of red silk fabric, those fabric pieces give me a great sense of oppression.”

“The style of the silk fabrics seems like it’s from the Eastern Continent, can’t make out anything else.”

“The second piece of information, there seem to be many rooms nearby, and they too hold many prisoners, some constantly wailing, others silent.”

“For some reason, my senses have become much sharper than before, so I can sense many special things.”

“Not far from me, a prisoner had been there since before I came, he makes no noise, but his presence feels incredibly terrifying, much more pressing than a Legend could ever be.”

“He and I had a brief interaction, he didn’t say much, I only learned his name, seems to be Calimto.”

“He’s not human, but a mighty Bronze Dragon…”

“And the third piece of information, I heard it in my sleep, there’s a guy who claims to be Anderson, he said he would hide somewhere, to guard against someone.”

“My intuition tells me, this might involve you!”

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