The Priest of Corruption - Chapter 231

Fried Eggs

Fried Eggs.

A secret hidden by the heavenly gods.

At that dangerous word, I reflexively turned my head to look at my mother.

‘Kill kill!’

You must have listened to Desperacio’s words, but Mother was just militantly eating meat while the people at the table were distracted by Desperacio’s words.

‘…lived?’

Then, as if he noticed that I was staring at him, he swallowed the meat he had stuffed in his mouth like a squirrel and tilted his head.

When I pointed at Desferacio with a wink, my mother understood the meaning of my eyes and answered briefly.

‘killing!’

One word that I have no idea what you’re talking about.

I nodded in agreement, and my mother again began militantly indulging in meat.

“So what is that shame?”

To Dacia’s question, Desferacio answered lightly, as if asking something like that.

“I am working hard to find out.”

“What are you trying to find out?”

“Just…”

Desferacio chuckled, patting his blue mask.

“Aren’t you just curious? The secrets of the High are always a topic of interest to mortals like us. Didn’t the princess get curious right away when I just threw out a word?”

“Then you’re not trying to find out the secrets of the gods and do something?”

“Wouldn’t that be different depending on what the secret is?”

A very reasonable answer. Dacia frowned slightly, then opened her mouth again.

“So the bottom line is that your father is taking care of a woman in a secluded country?”

“Summarize, right?”

“Who is your father taking care of?”

The golden eyes closed for a moment. She seemed to be quietly imagining something by herself. After a brief pause, Dakia shook her head.

“I can’t imagine my father caring for anyone.”

“That’s probably because the princess is only looking at one side of Miss Gong. Humans are inherently multi-faceted beings.”

“I thought about it before, but you really have a subtle way of talking, don’t you? It’s a way of speaking that never existed before.”

Desperacio burst out laughing and replied.

“Even if I die soon, I will say something.”

The black rabbit woman who was eagerly eating the meat next to her helped with a word.

“There’s no way I can’t say something to a mortal princess, even though she routinely grooms the gods she serves.”

Lily threw out a word like that and ate the meat in a combative way as if to keep her mother in check, a strong meat competitor. Dacia glanced at Lily, paused, then continued.

“…so my mother might be resurrected?”

“of course!”

He nodded vigorously and nodded happily.

“I’ve said it many times, but when I make a promise, I always try to keep it! Besides, whether the dead can be resurrected is one of the fields I am interested in researching!”

“…How do you bring people back to life?”

Dacia tried to pretend not to be interested, but anyone could see that she was very curious about the subject. Moreover, it was a story about his mother who died giving birth to him.

“First of all, my theory is this. As I said before, I said that the soul flows through life and accumulates karma, right?”

As if he was very used to explaining something to someone, he naturally drew circles with his fingers to help them understand.

“The karma accumulated in the soul according to the flow. There is a high probability that the essence of the previous life is dormant in this karma!”

“So you mean ‘resurrection’ is the process of reviving the memories of the previous life sleeping in the soul and restoring the memories of the previous life to the reincarnated person?”

“no! You misunderstood something! From what I’ve figured out so far, memories of that detail don’t linger in the soul. Those detailed memories are usually stored here.”

Desperacio reached out and tapped his head.

“According to my theory, most memories disappear with physical death. Except for the really impressive memories that will be etched deep into the soul.”

“Then how the hell are you going to save people?”

“Of course, I have to retrieve the memories of my previous life somehow.”

Dacia thought for a moment, then tilted her head.

“how? Can you say that you have resurrected a person just because it brings back memories? And if memories alone can bring a person back to life, why bother looking for the same soul?”

“wait a minute. Oh, how many eggs are there left?”

“here.”

When Lily, who had been eating meat in silence, handed over a raw egg, Desferacio cracked the top of the egg slightly and held out the broken egg to Dakia, being careful not to spill the contents inside.

“Please listen for a moment.”

When Dacia was handed the egg, Desferacio broke the new egg just like before, holding it carefully so as not to spill the contents.

“Look carefully. The shell of this egg is the ‘memory’. The yolks and whites in it are the ‘soul’.”

He tapped the egg in Dakia’s hand as if clinking glasses and whispered softly.

“My friends, change seats for a moment.”

A simple word. When that word was over, the raw eggs crawled out of the shell like living creatures and swapped places.

It is the authority to control even phenomena with words.

Watching that scene, I raised my awareness of Desferacio’s authority even more.

Whether or not I raised my guard, Desferacio asked Dacia, holding out the egg in his hand.

“Look carefully. This egg has the same ‘shell’ as before, but the contents are different. Can this be called the same egg as before?”

Dacia glanced down at the egg in her hand and shook her head.

“no.”

“Actually, I’ve seen the results of an experiment injecting someone else’s memory. As a result, all previous memories were left blank, then the memories were injected, and even though the appearance was remodeled in the same way, when I had a conversation with people who knew the owner of the memories, they all felt a sense of incongruity somewhere.”

He gently shook the egg whose contents had been changed.

“Even though it looks unmistakably the same as before, like this egg. If you look at the standards generously, you could call it a resurrection, but I don’t see it that way.”

Chi profit.

As the egg tilted and its contents fell onto the well-heated pan, I could smell the egg cooking. Desperacio giggled while sprinkling salt on the fried eggs.

“If you’re going to do it in the first place, it has to be perfect. isn’t it?”

Dacia, who had been listening quietly, glared at Desperacio with sunken eyes.

“An experiment to inject that memory. did you do it yourself? To bring someone back to life.”

“Ding!”

He shook his head as he placed a fried egg half cooked to a golden brown on Lily’s plate.

“I just ‘accidentally’ watched it. If I had done it, I would have done much better than that. I wouldn’t have experimented in such a crude way.”

I don’t know if it was intended or not, but Desferacio didn’t mention how to bring back the memories of the dead. According to his theory, most of the memories left in the body are lost at the same time as the body decays.

Just when I was about to ask a question about lost memories.

“Ugh… Why was I sleeping in the bed? I’m sure… Besides, my head hurts like it was shot somewhere…”

Jamel walked up to the deck rubbing his eyes. He twitched his nose and murmured softly.

“meat…? The smell of meat?!”

The pupils that had been shrinking opened wide, and Jamel jumped up from his place.

“Right now, they’re having a meat party without me… Heeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Jamel screamed when he found Desferacio before he could vent his rage. Fortunately, I didn’t faint this time because I didn’t fall.

“Priest Marnak!!! That vicious person over there is cooking fried eggs… Huh?”

When she saw Desferacio frying a new egg, she quickly hid behind me and whispered softly, as if she sensed something strange.

“Priest Marnak, how is the situation going?”

“He brought a bag of meat and asked us to eat together, so we are eating together.”

“Is that okay?”

It’s true that it’s not right in the first place.

“Somehow it happened that way. I don’t think you need to be so vigilant right now.”

“Then can I eat all that meat over there?”

“sure. It’s probably almost cooled down, so if you bring enough to eat, we’ll reheat it for you. If it’s not enough, I’ll bake more.”

“Yeah!”

Jamel jumped up and immediately grabbed an empty plate and quickly ran out and began to pick up a bunch of meat he wanted to eat.

‘Murder…’

My mother, who had been eating meat all this time, said she couldn’t eat anymore because her stomach was full, and pulled a chair and sat down next to me.

“…So the father cooked breakfast himself? Does my father know how to cook? really?”

“Are you doing quite well?”

“Such nonsense…”

While I was chatting with Jamel for a while, the topic of conversation seemed to have shifted to the rural life of a misogynist.

Right. Right. Right.

There was a regular sound of something tapping on the floor. At first, I thought it wasn’t calling us, but when I checked the port side at the regular sound, I realized that the owner of the sound was trying to call us.

Two feathers perched like ears on top of a dark brown robe hat. A pair of owls perched on both shoulders and a long staff in their hands.

The owl-robe shaman woman tapped the floor once with her staff, then squinted her eyes and glared at me.

“Meat thief. discovery.”

“ah.”

It was a misleading enough situation. As soon as I went down to buy meat, a commotion broke out and the meat was robbed, and our party was grilling and eating meat like this.

“Because of you, my allowance this time has been drastically cut. Unforgivable.”

“This is so…”

“What’s going on?”

Desferacio, who was talking to Dakia, probably noticed my embarrassment and approached me. He immediately looked at the shaman woman and nodded as if he understood everything.

“It happened because of me, so I’ll fix it.”

He got off the boat and approached the Owl Woman.

“hello?”

The Owl Woman opened her mouth in a blunt tone.

“Are you the real culprit?”

“There is one more person besides me.”

Desperacio very naturally placed his hand on the Owl Woman’s shoulder and whispered. He spat out the words as if singing in a distinctive, somewhat bouncing tone.

“Nothing has happened here, so why don’t you go home and get a good night’s sleep? Really, nothing happened here…”

Boom!

A blow to the side of the head with an exciting sound. Desperacio, who had been hit in the head by the cane, collapsed with a thud.

I was honestly very perplexed. Still, his name is the prophet of Liberationio, but he gets beaten so easily?

“Perverts who touch other people’s bodies on their own need to be punished.”

The Owl Woman brushed off the shoulder Desperacio had touched, pointed at me with the tip of her wand, and declared.

“This shoplifter’s accomplice. Demand extradition.”