As expected, as soon as Maggie finished speaking, the black winds that had been swirling around Perkin and Maggie froze in mid-air.
After a while, a black wind swept the two of them up and brought them back to the ground smoothly.
"What treasure would you trade for your life?"
Long Ling's deep yet sharp, cool yet muffled voice rang out, sounding to men, women, young and old, making it feel as if a hundred people were speaking in one's ear.
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Rilta had truly lost his mind after his death, and his remaining instincts were only enough for him to pursue the two things he was most obsessed with in life.
One is collecting treasures, the other is... ascending to the throne of the Dark God.
Unfortunately, he never had the chance to achieve a second one.
It wasn't because he was dead, but because Perkin wouldn't give him any chance.
As for why Maggie said that, it's because Rielta is the only being on the entire continent of Coral who could potentially be resurrected.
His current form is neither undead nor lich.
Rielta's current state is a 'soul form' that no one has ever seen since the birth of the continent of Coral.
This is something that Maggie has always been curious about. The continent of Coral clearly has the concept of 'soul,' but living beings cannot be resurrected after they die. So theoretically, 'soul' should not exist.
However, the continent of Coral has an undead race, which means that 'souls' exist, otherwise they could not be transformed into undead.
This is a paradox.
The dragon spirit now standing before Maggie has overturned this paradox, demonstrating that 'souls' can exist.
As long as a soul exists, the gods can resurrect living beings.
If not, the magic of 'resurrection' would not be in the little ghost's knowledge base.
Even more bizarrely, the little ghost himself didn't know why the 'resurrection spell,' a magic that shouldn't exist, appeared in his memory, as if it had appeared out of thin air.
So Maggie has a bold guess.
That is, all living beings originally had souls after death, but for some unknown reason they disappeared.
Rielta, however, was folded into a space and died in a place outside the continent of Coral, which is why her soul was preserved and did not disappear inexplicably. She has existed to this day in the form of a dragon spirit.
This is why Maggie dared to boast to the puppeteer Ivy, who had already become an undead, that she knew the method of resurrection.
The remaining dragon spirits of Rielta are the evidence.
Of course, she didn't know the specific method; she just had the possibility in her mind and said it directly. At the time, the situation was urgent, and Maggie didn't have time to think too much.
Fortunately, Ivy chose to believe her at that time.
I believe Ivy will come knocking on my door soon, and Maggie will have to figure out how to deal with him.
"Gold, jewels, magic gems—I am a top nobleman. I can give you anything you want, just let us go."
Maggie's voice was very calm. The Duke's wealth was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and she was not lying in the slightest.
Whether she can produce it or not depends on how easily Old Deng can be fooled these days.
"I want it now."
The greed in Rielta's eyes intensified with each word Maggie uttered, until it almost transformed into a raging inferno, rushing towards her.
"As you can see now, neither of us is carrying anything. If you kill us right here, you'll get nothing."
Maggie didn't explain much, but instead laid out the facts in front of Rilta, as if telling him, 'The demands you're making are simply unrealistic.'
"Hmph, humans are cunning creatures. How can I guarantee you'll bring back treasure?"
Rielta glanced resentfully at Maggie and Perkin, who stood silently to the side, and snorted coldly, her tone tinged with anger.
Upon seeing this, Maggie's heart sank. It seemed that this dragon spirit was not as easy to fool as she had imagined, and possessed some intelligence. This was indeed a difficult question to answer, and besides, she did not intend to come back to give him money.
Who told her to be penniless now?
In that instant, Maggie's mind raced, and a completely new plan formed in her head, except...
Her gaze swept over Perkins discreetly, and after a moment's thought, she made up her mind.
Anyway, he hasn't regained his memories yet. We'll talk about it after he gets his godhood back. Whether she can live to see that time is another matter. Right now, preserving her life is the most important thing.
Since exploiting his greedy instincts alone is ineffective, let's use the other one as well.
Thinking of this, Maggie changed her tone, instantly becoming cautious and devout.
"Actually... I am your believer."
Upon hearing this, a faint look of confusion suddenly appeared in Rielta's beastly eyes, which had been filled with anger, followed by a few strands of emotion that were hard to tell whether it was surprise or shyness.
"Ahem, that's not what you said just now!"
Before her death, Rielta's desire for the position of the Dark God had reached the point of obsession. Now, being looked at by Maggie with an expression that said, "You are my faith," she immediately became unconsciously swelled with pride.
“I came here specifically to find you, because I know that you are such a great being, far surpassing that of Grecius who usurped your divine position. In fact, I have come to save and resurrect you.”
Maggie's eyes were filled with adoration and reverence.
As expected, Rielta's expression changed immediately upon hearing the name Greysius, her beastly eyes flashing with anger, but she was quickly overjoyed by Maggie's almost flattering words.
"You're right, that thief Gracius stole my divine throne!"
Greysius is the name of the God of Darkness, and also Perkin, who is by her side.
Maggie was so engrossed in her performance that she didn't notice Perkin's somewhat strange expression.
"Once I resurrect you, you will be able to return to the continent of Coral and reclaim your lost divine position."
Maggie continued to fan the flames, convincing him that she was his loyal follower.
The dragon spirit after Rielta's death had an IQ no more than one-fifth of its original form. It never considered how much of what Maggie was saying was true or false. All it knew was that it hadn't felt this good in a long time.
“Excellent! I never imagined that even after so long since my passing, there would still be such devout believers.”
He raised his dragon head high, his beastly eyes flashing with arrogance.
"When I am resurrected, I will make you my messenger, no longer limited by human lifespan, and keep you by my side!"
Riel laughed wildly, and Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.
This guy was really easy to catch; now survival isn't a problem.
"However... since you are my believer, all the gold, jewels, and magical gems in your family belong to me. Remember to offer them to me next time you come!"
Rilta never forgot the treasures Maggie had mentioned, revealing her utter greed.
"Of course, Lord Dark God."
Maggie smiled slightly.
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