Chapter 208 - Chapter 208: Chapter 198 Spirit Communicator (1/2)
Chapter 208: Chapter 198 Spirit Communicator
The pitch-dark palace stood at the foot of a mountain under the night sky, its soaring towers lost in the darkness, its outer walls made of massive stones with not a hint of decoration.
A sinister silence filled the air around the palace, with only the whistling of the wind echoing through the emptiness.
As people approached the palace, they could feel a powerful enigmatic force, not emanating from the palace itself, but from the powerful monarch sitting within it.
Inside the palace’s great hall stood hundreds of nobles from Radiance Island, all Extraordinary Exponents clad in black robes, their proud faces adorned with black makeup, looking quite eldritch and discomforting.
Upon entering the palace, the party from the Fischer family saw the stairway in front of them gently ascend to a throne of dark gold at the very top.
There, upon the throne, they finally met the imposing figure, the great overlord of the Radiance Archipelago, “Spirit Communicator.”
He was a towering, skeletal old man; even with his fragile frame cloaked in a gold and black robe, he stood over two meters tall, his pale bald scalp completely hairless, deep eye sockets that cradled bone-chillingly cold eyes that seemed not of this world, staring into them sent shivers down one’s spine.
The members of the Fischer family were taken aback by the Spirit Communicator’s appearance.
They had heard that the Spirit Communicator was a creature that had lived for over three hundred years in a state half alive, half dead, but they hadn’t expected that he would truly appear more like a withered corpse than a human.
The person on the throne spoke.
“Hand over your goods to me, is this so-called bottled sunlight real?”
The voice of the Spirit Communicator was elusive, even more spectral than an actual ghost. Everyone except Chris began to doubt whether this being was human or some kind of mysterious entity.
Chris, however, could discern something was amiss. The Spirit Communicator was probably neither human nor a mysterious creature but was trapped in a special transitional stage without achieving complete transformation.
The Spirit Communicator.
He likely wished to transform himself into something like the blood tribe or other mysterious beings, a transformation that sadly did not fully succeed.
However, Chris’s understanding of the specifics was limited by his knowledge.
Everyone in the Fischer family was well aware of Chris’s reluctance to communicate, so Theo stepped forward to speak on his behalf.
The old man bowed respectfully, performed the greeting, and with a smile, handed over a clear bottle covered in golden runes to the Spirit Communicator’s first envoy.
“What we want to trade is this very item—it contains the most precious thing in this sea area!”
The nobles from Radiance Island couldn’t help but gaze at the clear bottle festooned with golden runes, their eyes betraying their excitement, for suspended in the bottle was a speck of genuine sunlight.
Even if minuscule, it was still remarkably eye-catching.
The Spirit Communicator calmly nodded slightly, and when the first envoy brought him the clear bottle, he gently opened it. The warm, soft sunlight instantly burst forth!
A flood of sunlight enveloped the surroundings, the Spirit Communicator’s eyes widened, and though he could feel a pricking sensation all over his body, he could not help but immerse himself in the light, revealing a curiously eerie smile.
The sun!
Its radiance was utterly captivating!
One could never get enough!
All the island nobles looked on enviously at this scene, all eagerly drawn to the sunlight of the sun!
On the Ouden Continent, apart from the adherents of the Sun Church, people generally didn’t see any fundamental difference between sunlight and other forms of light, such as firelight.
But that wasn’t the case in the Aphotic Sea.
Those people who never saw the sun almost went mad with worship for the sunlight, while they mostly disregarded other forms of light, showing only a bit of reverence for the compassionate moonlight that fell every night.
In fact, Chris always found it interesting deep inside.
The deadly sunlight that has brought down judgments, something that these people used to disdain or even despise, has become their innermost treasured thing.
And the gentle moonlight that they have relied on for their entire existence holds a not-so-high status instead.
Indeed, what is unattainable is always best; what is easily obtained is never appreciated.
Eventually, the sunlight began to fade, and the Spirit Communicator sank into deep contemplation before he spoke earnestly,
“How much do you wish to sell it for? It doesn’t seem as effective as Solar Gold. How long can it be preserved?”
Indeed, the effect of bottled sunlight was nothing compared to Solar Gold; realistically, the effect of about three bottles of bottled sunlight could only match that of a piece of Solar Gold.