cup?
Yun Wei nodded quickly, took out two white tin open cups from the undead space, and placed them on the stone slab next to the campfire.
Isaac simply picked up a cup, and with a faint magical fluctuation, the tin cup filled with water. Seeing this, Yun Wei couldn't help but think of the water-type ability users in the base in his previous life.
With all the world's water sources polluted, their drinking water can only be produced by water-based ability users using their powers, and each person's ration is strictly limited.
Even the most skilled water-based ability users could never summon water from a small tin cup as easily as Isaac. When they activated their abilities, it was usually a massive flood, not such an effortless display.
"Have some water." Isaac handed the tin cup to Yun Wei.
With the fire between them, Yun Wei hurriedly reached out to take it. Compared to the knight's broad hands, the tin cup was far too small, and Yun Wei inevitably touched Isaac's fingers.
A chilling sensation spread from his fingertips, startling Yun Wei, but he remained outwardly calm and withdrew his hand without showing any emotion.
He lowered his eyes, brought the cup to his lower lip and took a gentle sip, only to find that the water temperature was just right.
Sensing the lingering fire element on the surface of the tin cup, he looked up in surprise, only to see Isaac smiling slightly at him. Even though the knight's face was pale in the firelight, he appeared incredibly gentle and elegant at this moment.
He heard the other person speak and explained with exceptional patience, "Claude, you are very smart, but I am not a good teacher. Even in my time, elemental conversion was not an easy skill to master, and I cannot guarantee that you can learn it easily."
Upon seeing that the other party had agreed, Yun Wei was overjoyed and quickly thanked them, saying, "No, I was presumptuous before. I should already be grateful that you are willing to teach me."
So the other person looked depressed because they saw him coughing so terribly? After all, the contract between the two of them was really too unfair.
Yes, my current physical condition is really terrible.
Yun Wei felt conflicted.
Shortly after the apocalypse began, humanity's level of civilization in terms of diet started a freefall. Everything was about simply avoiding starvation; as for taste? Ha, nobody cared.
From that time on, Yun Wei's appetite became worse and worse, and he relied entirely on his awakened healing ability to endure it.
Yun Wei also felt that he was being pretentious.
But his appetite was something he couldn't control. Even if he managed to eat the dry rations provided by the base with just water, he would wake up in the middle of the night and involuntarily rush to the toilet to vomit.
This situation did not improve after arriving on the Continent of Primordial Chaos. The level of civilization here was comparable to medieval Europe in my previous life, but due to the existence of mysterious forces such as magic and martial arts, the level of technological productivity was even more backward.
At the very end of the chain reaction, the extremely dark level of cuisine on the Zhuyuan Continent even refreshed his understanding.
In addition, he himself was terrible at cooking, and the food he made was appalling. With these factors combined, he naturally became so thin that he is now emaciated.
If he had known Isaac was so easy to talk to, he shouldn't have unnecessarily added the clause about dying together.
But the contract has been made and cannot be changed.
Unless he returns to the seventh rank and forcibly terminates the contract.
Perhaps it will take another two or three years? In any case, with his previous experience, he can avoid many detours, and it's only a matter of time before he returns to the seventh level.
Yun Wei was unaware that if he were to voice his thoughts, they would be nothing short of a fantasy to anyone on the Zhuyuan Continent.
A seventh-tier professional is someone who can cause waves in any corner of the Zhuyuan Continent, enough to rival the army of a duchy. It's fortunate he's lived in seclusion for the past five years, far removed from human society; otherwise, the Zhuyuan Continent would be in who knows what chaos it would be in now.
Yun Wei was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Isaac ask a question.
"Claude, how old are you?"
The tall knight opposite him leaned forward with a straight back, his hands clasped on his knees, his expression extremely serious.
Yun Wei was a little confused. "Why are you asking this?"
“Well…” Isaac touched his nose as if to cover up his embarrassment, “because I think you’re very young.”
"Probably," Isaac thought. Although the mage opposite him seemed to be carrying a lot of secrets, he still seemed to lack experience. His dark, bright eyes were like a clear, shallow spring, so clear that you could see right to the bottom.
Yun Wei: "???"
young?
How is he young?
The apocalypse broke out when he was fourteen. Ten years in the apocalypse and five years in another world, so if you round it up, he's almost thirty!
Feeling subtly insulted, Yun Wei raised his chin with feigned aloofness and said with a cold laugh, "I'm ninety."
Seeing the other person's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile more. "Aren't we necromancers known to the world as immortal liches? At only ninety years old, you are indeed considered young among necromancers."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." Isaac gave in, making a gesture of surrender. Although his expression was as sincere as ever, Yun Wei could see that he clearly didn't believe him.
Hey, who told him that knights are all honest and upright? This guy is clearly not.
"And you? How old are you?" Yun Wei blurted out.
But he regretted it as soon as he asked.
Asking such a question to someone who is Su Sheng's deceased is extremely rude, no matter how you look at it.
But before he could do anything to remedy the situation, he heard the other person's reply:
"Twenty-one years old. I was twenty-one years old when I was sealed in that 'immortal coffin'."
Isaac's tone was as elegant and calm as ever, as if he were casually reciting a sonnet, but Yun Wei was shocked by the enormous amount of information contained within it.
What does "sealed" mean? The other party wasn't dead at all? Then what about the contract they made using necromancy? The contract in their mental sea is clearly real.
And what is the 'Immortal Coffin'? Yun Wei glanced at the unremarkable, broken stone coffin in the corner, his doubts deepening.
“It’s broken. It used to be a ‘sacred artifact,’ but now it’s just a pile of ordinary stones.” Isaac understood Yun Wei’s doubts and explained in detail, as if he were telling someone else’s story. “As you can see, I am not the same as the Knights of Light you mentioned before who were hunting you. In fact, when I was sealed, the Holy Church of Radiance had not yet appeared.”
Yun Wei, however, keenly observed that the other party's tone seemed contemptuous when mentioning the Radiant Holy Church, and he had a vague premonition of something bad.
"So," Yun Wei thought for a moment, then asked a crucial question, "who sealed you away?"
"I don't know his current name, but in my time, he was called Dilis."
Yun Wei was startled, and his hand holding the cup trembled, spilling some of the water from the tin cup onto the back of his hand.
Dilis, what a resounding name! By the Lord of Light—
No! If he remembered correctly, the Lord of Radiance was named Dilis!
“So, you,” Yun Wei felt his lips trembling, “you are also…an enemy of God.”
Everyone in the entire continent knows that the Lord of Radiance is a god of light and justice.
The enemies of God are naturally unforgivable and will be publicly judged and scorched by holy fire on the day of the Red Moon Festival.
They are heretics, demons, unforgivable villains, and infamous necromancers.
Today happens to be the 800th Red Moon Festival on the Zhuyuan Continent.
God knows what those idiots in the Vatican were thinking, binding him and the enemy of God in a secret room and using the surging light elemental power within Isaac to suppress him.
No, even the coffin of the enemy of God was placed with utmost respect in the tomb, enjoying the treatment of a saint.
What is absurd? This is absurd!
“The enemy? Haha…” Isaac suddenly laughed. The laughter was extremely desolate and oppressive, like crying, but Yun Wei could hear a hint of mockery in it.
He looked up and saw the other person adding a few more dry branches to the fire. As Isaac leaned forward, his short, wispy brown hair obscured his expression.
“So, my lord,” Isaac paused, looking at Yun Wei with unprecedented seriousness, “this is the foreseeable future; you are destined to be drawn into my feud with Dilis. I won’t offer you false comfort; that would be too hypocritical. I’m simply telling you the truth, and you must be prepared before that day arrives.” Because you are truly, truly too weak.
Isaac stopped himself from saying the last sentence.
Yun Wei, on the other hand, was as restless as an ant on a hot pan. He put down the tin cup in his hand, then picked it up again and gulped down the water until it was empty.
Preparation? What preparation?
That day? Which day? Could it be that he's going to have to fight the Lord of Glory again?
Yun Wei placed the cup on the stone slab, his expression shifting several times, unsure how to respond.
Isaac, who had taken in all of this, subtly tightened his jawline.
Was he disappointed? Not really. He had long since given up hope. The worst outcome was that he would be dragged down by this weak mage, and they would all perish together.
Perhaps only by completely disappearing under the holy light can he be considered to have achieved final liberation from his current state.
On the other end, Yun Wei sensitively noticed Isaac's emotional change. He opened his mouth, but ultimately kept it silent.
That's just how awful he is—sensitive, fragile, and prone to escapism. He's afraid to make any promises easily and never dares to trust anyone easily, yet he always tries to clumsily please those who show him kindness.
These character flaws formed his fundamental nature, and tragically, he was unable to make any changes.
Because these very qualities constitute him, and it is because of this personality that he has survived to this day. Like a magic circle, the two form a perfect closed loop.
Even the slightest change would lead to his complete destruction and utter loss.
Just like now, the silence between them was enough to suffocate him.
So, in despair, he took some black bread from the realm of the dead, bent down and placed it on the stone slab, on the side closest to Isaac, and suggested in an almost pleading tone:
"Would you like some? I've been saving this bread for a long time; it actually tastes pretty good."
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