Just when Arthur felt a strange touch of emotion, Old Charlie's words continued—
"Just like Maria, Joe, Vinica, Boli, Morgan, Wallace, Qiong, Eli, Clara, Bo'er, Vina, Meili.
I must bring them back."
The determination on Old Charlie's face was enough to make even the most devout zealot take notice.
However, the words themselves were enough to be rejected by anyone.
"Well, well, well, your pure love is truly great.
But as a competent spirit medium, I think you are disturbing their rest by doing so.
Disturbing the dead is not a good idea."
Arthur had no idea what to say.
At this moment, Arthur was completely at a loss.
Old Charlie, however, continued to smile.
Still with that look of "you don't understand now, but when you grow up, you'll understand."
That look made Arthur wish to punch the man.
Excluding his grandmother, Old Charlie had twenty-six mistresses.
And if you include his grandmother, it would be one more than the alphabet letters, and without a doubt, the lady that Grandma Susan mentioned who was given the mine was among them.
Arthur didn't want to ask.
He only wanted to know more about 'Fresh Blood'.
Old Charlie saw Arthur's thoughts.
This old spirit medium did not hesitate, directly saying—
"That bastard's war with 'Death' never ended.
After the 'Seven Years' War', this war moved from public to hidden. Facing 'Death', who declared 'a great victory', 'Fresh Blood' was disdainful.
The bastard started cultivating spies, planning to show 'Death' a thing or two.
And I was one of them.
Ninety-six other talented young people and I were chosen.
I was the one who survived to the end.
Some luck, some planning."
Arthur couldn't help but interrupt.
Even knowing it was rude, the young spirit medium couldn't hide his surprise that another force would intervene in a war between two divine spirits.
Instantly, a face appeared in Arthur's mind.
A face he had just seen.
The one claimed to be the 'Sword Saint' Icarus.
For a moment, the vibes of a scoundrel from the other party somehow overlapped with Old Charlie.
Arthur asked probingly.
"As expected of my grandson, perfectly inheriting my spirit medium bloodline—yes, it was Icarus.
He was my adoptive father.
And my first teacher.
He adopted me to deal with 'Death'.
'Fresh Blood' discovered it too, but since their objectives aligned, both sides turned a blind eye— and back then, as a pawn, what could I do?
Old Charlie spread his hands with a shrug, with a face full of helplessness.
Arthur could see Old Charlie had complex feelings towards his adoptive father.
that's also why Old Charlie didn't want to participate in that war?'
Arthur thought to himself.
Old Charlie did not hide anything.
"For their war, I lost too much. I did not want to be involved any longer, which is why I successfully obtained half the power of 'Death'.
The bastard's contract was quite perfect.
I didn't want to risk my life for those bastards anymore.
I built them a stage.
Let them fight amongst themselves."
"Your stage is indeed large.
And what about the 'Ancient God' you mentioned?"
Arthur continued to inquire.
Old Charlie was still being forthright with information.
"It should be the 'God of War'.
Claiming to be the founder of the 'Golden Age', the victor of the 'Age of God', but in reality, just an imposter jester.
The real 'God of War' had long fallen.
He merely acquired the War God's armor, longsword, and chariot.
Thus, he desires to become the true 'God of War'.
And this is the origin of the 'Shadow War'.
At this point, a disdainful look flashed in Old Charlie's eyes.
He considered himself not a good person, but compared to this bastard, he was a saint, the other side was a complete beast.
Not only did he commit patricide and matricide, but he also killed his own wife and two children.
And with this as a pretext, he started a war.
"Of course, it's the Emperor of the Empire – besides that bastard, who else could keep the entire empire running?"
As Old Charlie spoke, he couldn't help but open the car window and spit outside, expressing his dissatisfaction and indignation.
"Terrifying ambition.
Forged this terrible monster.
In fact, this madman almost succeeded by a tiny bit."
Old Charlie's words once again intrigued Arthur.
"His closest companions—the 'Court Mage' Xarlico, the 'Court Jester' Harrington, and the 'Court Lady' Lith.
Under Harrington's cover, Lith stole his longsword and carriage.
Then, Xarlico polluted that armor with his own blood.
The Emperor, having lost the 'War God's Treasure', was beheaded by the 'Library Librarian' Hercules."
With a few short words, Arthur seemed to witness a thrilling battle.
'Court Mage' Xarlico!
'Court Jester' Harrington!
And the 'God of Potions', 'God of Alchemy' Hercules.
Any one of these four could not be ignored by humanity, but when facing that Emperor, all four had to work together and take action.
Moreover, it was on the premise of losing the 'War God's Three-piece Set'.
From small clues, Arthur could guess the power of the 'War God's Three-piece Set'.
"No wonder it stirred such desire.
The power of the 'War God's Three-piece Set' is truly terrifying."
"'War God's Three-piece Set'?
A fitting name, much better than the so-called 'Treasure'."
Old Charlie quite liked this term.
"Where did the 'War God's Three-piece Set' go?"
Arthur instinctively pursued the question.
Old Charlie rolled his eyes directly.
"If I knew, I'd have been looking for it already. I wouldn't need to keep up the charade for so long—rumor has it that 'Court Lady' Lith hid it, and there's also talk that 'Master' Hercules threw the 'War God's Three-piece Set' into the chaos of space-time. Another version says 'Court Mage' Xarlico completely polluted the 'War God's Three-piece Set' with his own fresh blood.
Xarlico has significant 'Fairy Bloodline'.
Therefore, during the 'Holy Era', when those Popes waged war in the name of 'Shadow War', aside from eliminating dissidents, most of it was searching for the 'War God's Three-piece Set' and hunting the 'Fairy Bloodline'.
They believed that those with the 'Fairy Bloodline' might know the whereabouts of the 'War God's Three-piece Set'.
Unfortunately, they found nothing.
But it did leave their finances in dire straits.
Ultimately, on their ruins, the 'Silver Age' was born."
Old Charlie paused intentionally here.
With a 'sly' glance assessing his grandson.
This 'slyness' was too obvious.
Arthur naturally saw it.
In almost an instant, Arthur guessed something.
But the young Spirit Medium said nothing.
The elderly Spirit Medium was fully aware.
The two exchanged a knowing smile.
Then, Arthur asked another question on his mind—
"Winters and my mother?
What happened at Beck farm?
With the existing clues, Arthur could easily guess the scene at that time, nothing more than 'Fresh Blood' or 'Death' using his parents to coerce Old Charlie.
It was, naturally, evident.
"Although I drank three bowls of soup, I don't have a lot of feelings for Winters and them, but I feel I should do something."
Arthur confessed frankly.
This kind of frankness made Old Charlie a bit nervous.
"Don't look at me like that.
Although you're an old rascal, you really have been good to me. I'll try to treat you like a grandfather—of course, I think that requires some time."
Arthur said sincerely.
Old Charlie chuckled.
He was confident in having Arthur acknowledge his identity, just as he was confident in pulling Arthur's soul back.
Therefore, he didn't pause again.
Old Charlie spoke the answer—