Chapter 1892: 528 Blissful Spring

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Matthew had not yet made a decision,

when Lost Paradise quietly opened; the strand of spirituality that emanated from Camela’s body was automatically captured by Matthew.

In the blink of an eye,

he sensed a new brass-colored rune appear within Lost Paradise.

The rune existed in between solidity and virtuality, its surface flowing with a brass-colored luminescence, imparting a sense of mystique and majesty.

On the data panel,

…

“Notification: You have obtained ‘Camela’s Consciousness Talisman.’

With this talisman, you can enter Camela’s spiritual world at the appropriate time, and manipulate several units within it.”

…

Matthew was a bit puzzled.

This Consciousness Talisman was basically a key, and having it automatically captured by Lost Paradise was one thing, but why were the terms used to describe it on the data panel so strange?

“What are ‘several units within a spiritual world’?”

“Could it be hinting that Camela’s mind is a golem?”

He thought it somewhat unlikely.

He had been in contact with Camela for quite a while now, and she had never displayed any traces of a golem or mechanical life.

And a golem Legendary Priest?

Honestly, that was a bit too far-fetched…

While Matthew was astonished at the various oddities of the Consciousness Talisman,

a flash of white light passed through the carriage.

Camela’s gaze quickly regained clarity.

She appeared to be dazed for about five seconds, then looked clearly at everyone:

“By the way, what were we just talking about?”

Lorraine shrugged:

“About why it’s taking so long to get through the barrier.”

Camela replied calmly:

“That’s normal.”

“The demons’ efficiency is extremely low, a consequence of their pursuit of evil while simultaneously claiming to uphold order.”

“The order of evil inevitably opposes biological instincts; inefficiency is one of the byproducts of deficiencies in the entire demonic societal mechanism.”

“From a certain perspective, demons are the least efficient and least creative Race in the entire Multiverse.”

Hearing this,

Sandrine grew slightly indignant.

She lifted her head slightly:

“Are you suggesting that even a demon with a superior artistic taste isn’t as creative as those demons who only know how to recklessly plunder?”

Camela responded calmly:

“That’s exactly the case.”

“At least in terms of artistic creation, demons indeed have an edge.”

“Demons merely critique and nitpick others’ works, but when asked to create themselves, they usually balk, and even if they reluctantly complete a piece, the outcome is often laughable.”

“Have you ever heard of a demon who was a great artist?”

Sandrine looked ready to retort but ended up struggling to find words, finally making a weak excuse:

“That is, that is because…”

“We demons are not interested in creating art; we prefer to appreciate!”

“Uh… that’s right…”

Camela gave a faint smile:

“But the number of demon artists in the Abyss is not few.”

“In fact, the top Slaughter Demon Lords each have one or two artistic skills, although their taste is very specialized and their artistic fields are not comprehensive; but just in terms of the interpretation of violent aesthetics, they surpass all demons, not to mention there are indeed quite a few alternative Master of Arts among demons.”

At this point, Lorraine couldn’t help but interject:

“I’ve seen many oil paintings from the Abyss, and though they are not of high quality, most are created by the hands of Demon Lords.”

“Of course, I’ve also seen many oil paintings from purgatory, well-preserved, but it’s a pity that most of the collectors claim these were retrieved from elsewhere, and original works are extremely rare.”

“So to be fair, demons indeed possess more creativity than demons.”

Sandrine looked somewhat disheartened.

Lorraine chuckled and comforted:

“Don’t be disheartened; no matter how poor in other areas, at least demons are unbeatable in the realm of usury.”

Sandrine awkwardly retorted:

“I’ve never engaged in usury.”

“I’m not very good at it either…”

A hint of amusement appeared in Camela’s eyes:

“If a demon doesn’t even know how to levy high interest rates, it’s usually deemed utterly useless.”

Sandrine looked even more embarrassed.

She definitely felt aggrieved, but having interacted with Camela for a few days, she had a rough understanding of Camela’s capabilities, and naturally, she didn’t dare to speak loudly at this moment.

Fortunately, Matthew thoughtfully intervened for her:

“It doesn’t matter.”

“You’re no longer a demon now, but a solitary ghost belonging to Lost Paradise.”

“The honor or disgrace of demons doesn’t really concern you much.”

After hearing this, Sandrine’s face grew even more complex,

then she fell completely silent.

Taking the opportunity, Matthew turned towards Camela, intending to privately inform her about the Consciousness Talisman through a whisper, as he couldn’t just blindly take the key to a companion’s spiritual world, could he?

Unexpectedly, Camela gently shook her head.

Immediately,

her voice resounded in Matthew’s heart:

“Although I don’t know exactly what happened, since you’ve taken possession of that talisman, I hope you’ll take good care of it for me.”

“It’s not actually very important, and while I’m lucid, it doesn’t decide anything, but…”

“Should one day my faith collapse… you can use it to help me.”

“As for exactly how to do it, once you hold the talisman and enter that place, everything will be explained.”

After that,

she also transmitted a simple incantation to Matthew.