Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1433 - 219 Unwilling to face the issue

"They will definitely accept it, not only because you have always conveyed the Oracle, making it a habit for them but also because they themselves want this Oracle. Thus, when they hear it, they feel it should be exactly like this and will not doubt it," Pannis nodded and said, "You see, because of your previous efforts, the Undead do not harbor much hostility towards the living beings; they do not want to wage war with them either. Saen told me this personally. But with the experience of those leaders, if they follow the first Oracle, war will definitely break out. They execute the Oracle unconditionally but are also uneasy inside, fearing the outbreak of war. Therefore, the timely appearance of the second Oracle aligns more with their desires. On this basis, even if there is a contradiction between the two Oracles, they will subconsciously help you find reasons to explain the contradictions, making it natural for them to accept it easily."

"It might be just like you said, regardless of the reason, they accepted the second Oracle very easily," Luscia, who had lived a long but monotonous and peaceful life before her death, found it difficult to grasp the excessively complicated psychological issues of the living and the Undead. At Lady Bone Dragon’s analysis of the Undead’s psychological motivations, she could only noncommittally agree, "This lets us finally relax our tense spirits for a while, since what we could do has been done; the only thing left is to wait for the development of the situation."

"Not long after the amended Oracles were conveyed, a few leaders from the Skeletons set out," Finche continued, "They not only needed to command a large army but also had to prepare a lot of supplies to build an outpost of the Undead outside Death’s Gate in the Spirit World. We had no objections to the construction of the fortress. Whether a war breaks out or not, a solid fortress is necessary. In Lady Nellie’s plan, this fortress is very important. She is well aware that only by firmly establishing themselves in the world of the living can they have a chance to engage on equal footing. Without this fortress to rely on, the possibility of achieving coexistence is very slim. Even if the living beings do not attack temporarily, they will always look for opportunities to drive the Undead back to Death’s Gate and then try to seal it. With the fortress’s protection, the living beings’ chances of counterattack will be reduced significantly, thus forcing both sides to sit calmly at the negotiation table and seriously consider ways of coexistence."

"I think the living beings obviously won’t be happy about negotiations brought about in this manner," Pannis, despite being a living being himself, showed no inclination to consider matters from their perspective but rather said with a bit of mockery, "But, as long as they see enough temptations, they will immediately forget all unpleasant things, just like sharks in the deep sea that swarm over when they smell blood, hoping to get a share of the benefits. It seems I underestimated her—over the years, she has grown to the point where she can take all these issues into consideration before making plans."

"Uh..." Luscia was stunned before chuckling, "Haha, right, right, such minor details, of course, she can think through clearly, hahaha, it’s all too simple."

"I understand now," Pannis, drained, lowered his shoulders and murmured, "She didn’t think about that aspect at all; it was just me overthinking."

"How could that be, ha, ha," Lady Bone Dragon let out a few awkward laughs, eventually giving up on the effort and lying back down on the ground, resting her forelimbs and mumbling, "I’m better off sleeping."

"Luscia is right; we’ve done almost all we can," Finche helplessly covered for the irresponsibly pretending-to-sleep Luscia, "The next day, the massive Undead Army, carrying the two Oracles, left the capital, heading towards the southwest to where Death’s Gate was about to open."

"Huh? So, this time Death’s Gate isn’t opening randomly?" Pannis asked in confusion, "You already knew in advance it would open there?"

"Because this collision between the two worlds was actively facilitated by Lady Nellie, while initiating it, she had the opportunity to adjust the exact collision location and angle," Finche explained, "So, before she lost contact, she had already informed us of the point where Death’s Gate would form. We conveyed this along with the second Oracle that we had amended, to the departing army."

"Finche, you’ve turned mischievous, too," Pannis teased, stroking his chin, "Afraid that someone would notice the alteration of the Oracle, or worried that the made-up Oracle might not be accepted by the Undead, you used a completely true message as a disguise, making them, while accepting a true message, habitually believe in the false one as well. What happened to the rugged and honest character of a Beastman? You’re a Wolf Tribe Beastman, not from the Fox Clan, old friend."

"Hahaha, how could this be considered turning mischievous? It’s just a bit of clever craftsmanship," the old shaman replied cheerily to Pannis’s teasing, "You don’t know, on the plains, it’s not the foxes that are the most cunning, but the wolves, like the wind, hehe. And did you forget? Even you were deceived by this method in the past."

"You dare bring that up," Pannis rolled his eyes and said, "You’re even worse than Christo, that little trickster who just likes to scam people in the market, but you... you’re lying with lives at stake."

"That’s what makes it believable, my friend," the old shaman patted Pannis’s shoulder and said with a smile, "That’s why Christo’s little lies always get exposed by you guys so quickly, but my lies, you couldn’t see through them until the very end, successfully giving you a fright. That’s the difference."

The two old friends laughed heartily opposite each other, seemingly very happy, not looking serious and tense like a few minutes earlier. However, the young girls around them couldn’t laugh at all and could only look at the two men forcing out laughter with eyes of pity. They knew, especially Pannis, how much sorrow he was hiding inside, sorrow concealed only by his laughter.

After a while, the laughter gradually subsided, eventually disappearing completely. The smiles seemed to hang on their faces, but the sadness had begun to emerge from their eyes. Pannis sighed gently and said in a low voice, "So, everything is going well now; all that’s left to solve is one final issue."

"Yes," the old shaman could no longer smile, squeezing Pannis’s arm tightly, "The last issue that nobody wants to face."