Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1408: Special Pillar 194

"Dong, dong, dong," the deep bell tolls once again, echoing through the sky above the Undead Capital, its low, piercing tone spreading across every building, heralding the arrival of a new day’s morning. In the world of the Undead, there isn’t much temperature variation between day and night, no morning mist or dawn, and certainly no crisp chirping of birds or insects’ buzzing, just the gradually rising moon, marking the transition from day to night.

As the bell tolls, the doors of houses along the capital’s streets began to open one after another. Various forms of Undead awakened from their slumber, starting their day’s work. The Undead lived leisurely and comfortably, since even doing nothing didn’t lead to death, and although they still felt a psychological need for food, their demand for the quality and quantity was not high. Thus, the Undead didn’t need to work desperately every day like the living, who seemed to be driven by a whip to pursue a better life. Instead, the Undead engaged in activities based on their hobbies and mood each day, deciding how intense their day’s work would be.

Thus, early in the morning, it was common to see the Undead gathering in twos and threes on the streets, half-lying on bone-made lounge chairs, leisurely basking in the early moonlight, enjoying the pleasure of being cleansed by the moonlight. After comfortably basking, they would simply close their eyes and sleep again to make up for the lack of sleep caused by the previous night’s activities. After sleeping till noon, they would go home, grab some food to fill their spiritual void, then return to their lounge chairs to casually chat with friends until the moonlight slanted and night approached. The leisurely Undead would then disperse, not to sleep, but to tidy up a bit and head to their favored taverns or other entertainment venues to joyfully spend the night. Life was so leisurely for them, there was no rush — after all, there was plenty of time to idle away.

Of course, where there is light, there is darkness; as some Undead enjoyed leisureliness, naturally others did not. Thus, in contrast to those leisurely ones, the streets also had many Undead hurrying about. As these busy individuals dispersed throughout the city, various commercial facilities opened up after a night’s rest, gradually bringing the city to life. Many others headed out of the city to mine stone, maintain Burial Bones Mountain, or tend their fields, each with their own purpose, refusing to waste even a minute.

However, whether they were relaxed or busy, whenever the Undead passed the huge temple at the city center, they would stop, bow respectfully to the temple, maintaining their bowed posture for a few seconds before continuing their prior activities. Not just at the temple, but also around the city, centered on the temple, eight towering bone pillars were arranged in a circle, evenly distributed throughout the city’s districts. Whenever the Undead passed a bone pillar, they would stop and offer their respects just as they did at the temple, as if these pillars were representatives of the Grimreaper.

By one of the bone pillars, all the visitors to the Death World, accompanied by Saen and Shiela, were slowly passing by, heading toward the temple at the city’s center. Along the way, these special beings drew numerous curious and excited glances from the passing Undead. If not for the presence of Saen and Shiela, the group of living might have been swarmed by the curious Undead like the previous night. Fortunately, the authority of Saen and Shiela deterred the idle Undead from approaching too closely, letting them observe the group with their Soul Fire. Even though some Undead couldn’t bear their curiosity and followed behind the group of the living, they were quickly dispersed by local leaders who emerged from nowhere, ensuring no trouble for the visitors.

When the group passed by the pillar, Lina instinctively stopped, curiously observing the towering pillar — this was not the first time they had seen such a pillar. Along their journey, every village and town had a similar pillar at its center, where the Undead respectfully paid their tributes, seemingly substituting the function of a temple with these pillars.

"Ha, interesting habit," Lina observed the towering bone pillar with curiosity, arms crossed and head tilted, looking up and down: "But it shouldn’t be a substitute. While this indeed meets the mortals’ needs for belief, for a Deity..."

"Tsk tsk, you know too much," Pannis made a throat-slitting gesture to threaten, and after receiving Lina’s playful tongue-sticking face in response, casually patted the huge pillar and casually asked Shiela, "This habit formed from the very beginning, didn’t it?"

"Definitely not as early as our revival," replied Shiela curiously, "It was built under the king’s directive, who came up with the idea suddenly after waking from his sleep."

"I can understand that," nodded Pannis, "Since there are basically no clergy among the Undead, it’s impossible to build many temples for your master, so simply use these pillars instead, right?"

"Yes, that’s exactly our difficulty," Sheila said with concern, "But why do you suddenly ask this question?"

"Nothing much, just thought the idea was interesting," Pannis shrugged, hinting at something, "The person who came up with this idea is simply a genius, tsk tsk."

"It sounds like sarcasm, especially after talking to you last night. I can now confirm you are absolutely being sarcastic," Sheila wasn’t angered by it, only teased back, "Are you sure what you said last night was useful?"

"At least it’s more useful than your methods," Pannis retorted, "You must have started implementing it already, haven’t you?"

"Of course, right after we left last night, we communicated the orders among us through the unique methods of the Undead. If we count until this morning, approximately two-thirds of the Undead could have received the orders. Including preparation time, there should be at least half of the Undead who will act according to your request," Sheila nodded, "If we could delay it by another day, I guess more Undead would join."

"No need for that, half is already enough," Pannis praised, giving a thumbs up, "Your efficiency is still higher, much better compared to some races that always claim to be efficient."

"Be careful or Her Majesty might hit you," Catherine chimed in as if she hadn’t heard the coded language between Pannis and Sheila. She didn’t even ask but just covered her mouth, giggling, and quietly poked Pannis with a finger, "You’re not allowed to talk about Her Majesty like that again."

"Alright, I’ll stop talking about her. Let’s talk about this pillar," Pannis turned his head towards the bone pillars and suggested to Lina, "Test your religious knowledge, what can you tell from this pillar?"

"This is..." Lina pondered for a few seconds, uncertainly saying, "It seems like the customs of those people."

"You guessed right, it is them," Pannis shrugged and said, "Let’s go, the temple is not far now."