CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 326: THE CURSE OF THE ANCESTOR’S SOUL

"Lord, they have been cursed by the Ancestral Spirit." After examining everyone, the Shaman gave a response that went beyond Perfikot’s expectations.

"A curse? And an Ancestral Spirit’s curse?" Perfikot showed an expression of surprise and confusion, but soon displayed a terrible anger: "Which tribe? Is there a way to lift their curse?"

She was so furious that her clenched fingers directly crushed the teacup in her hand, spilling tea all over the ground.

Sensing the anger in Perfikot’s words, the Shaman hurried to explain to her: "It’s not any tribe. This should be the Ancestral Spirit left behind by a tribe that has already perished. As for the curse they are under, I can lift it, but the damage they’ve sustained cannot be reversed.

This is the terrifying aspect of such a curse. Even the strongest warrior has no way to resist such a vicious curse. Their souls have already been burned by the Curse Fire. Even if the curse is lifted, it is hard to heal their wounds.

Because their souls are already injured, the body is just a reflection of the soul. However, even the Ancestral Spirit cannot heal an injured soul."

At this point, the Shaman seemed to want to add something and said in a rambling tone: "It is also for this reason that the tribe was destroyed. They violated a taboo that should not have been breached."

"We’ll talk about that later. First, remove their curse. I have a way to treat their bodies." Hearing the Shaman say that he could remove the curse, Perfikot naturally no longer had her earlier worries. After restraining her anger, she instructed the Shaman to rescue people first: "As for the other matters, I’ll discuss them with you in detail once this is taken care of."

"Yes, Lord." The Shaman gave a respectful bow, then left Perfikot’s Flying Airship under the guidance of a Knight.

After the Shaman left, Perfikot instructed Beifa to clean up the broken pieces of the teacup and the spilled tea on the ground.

As for the cut on her hand from the teacup fragments, she simply used human transmutation to erase it.

This was precisely her confidence in treating those patients with gangrene. With human transmutation, it’s not just gangrene; even if there were truly broken arms or legs, she would have a way to heal them.

This is something Samantha’s brother had already experienced firsthand.

The young Knight had finally arrived in the Northern Territory at his sister’s summons, and Perfikot quickly regrew his severed arm without much trouble.

Although such actions violated the Knight Association’s prohibitions, the current Lord of the North no longer feared the Knight Association.

After all, the blockade by the Military Department had already caused the Knight Association’s prestige and authority to plummet.

Although they still hold the power to manage all Knights of the Empire and possess strong military force, and remain a member of the Empire’s Privy Council, in the hearts of the many Knights of the Empire, they are no longer an untouchable entity.

This is quite understandable. When authority is challenged, even shaken and overturned, initially people are indeed afraid and hesitant to try. But when someone really challenges authority and remains unscathed, authority ceases to be authoritative.

Like a glass window, once it’s smashed with a hole, soon all the glass will be shattered.

Moreover, Perfikot now wielded overwhelming power. The Knight Association would hardly dare to provoke her for a small matter.

Therefore, Perfikot ignored the Knight Association’s bans, directly using human transmutation to heal Samantha’s brother’s arm and let him join the White Bear Knight Order.

One must admit, this was a profitable transaction.

Samantha’s brother was also a youthful genius. Although he sulked for a long time and regressed in strength after his arm was severed,

after Perfikot healed his arm and held the White Bear Knight Order’s induction ceremony for him, granting him physical enhancements, he directly advanced from Knight to Grand Knight.

Perfikot didn’t find this surprising, as it was an accumulation of diligence finally paying off. Samantha’s brother just unleashed his years of resentment and frustration, thereby sparking his breakthrough.

Thus, this newly appointed Grand Knight named Richard naturally joined the White Bear Knight Order, becoming a freshly minted Steam Knight, and followed Perfikot to serve as her guard.

"Richard, the task of protecting and assisting the Shaman is assigned to you. After the Shaman has lifted everyone’s curse, go with him to dig out the Ancestral Spirit behind the curse. I want to see which audacious culprit dares to curse my people." Perfikot gave her orders to Richard, sending a Grand Knight as evidence of her heavy regard for this matter.

"Yes, Lord. I will bring back that Ancestral Spirit." Even though Richard didn’t quite understand what an Ancestral Spirit was, since Perfikot ordered it, he would execute it accordingly.

For someone given a second chance at life by Perfikot, his sole duty was to be loyal to her and this was the only thing he needed to remember now.

Anything else, even if his sister tried to obstruct his loyalty to Perfikot, he would unsheathe his sword without hesitation.

Of course, Samantha could never become her brother’s enemy, as she was practically bound inextricably to Perfikot now. Additionally, the Imperial Guard Knight Order headquarters had replenished her squad’s personnel and promoted her from standard-bearer to squad captain.

As to whether Perfikot’s influence played a part in this, that is a matter of personal interpretation.

Watching Richard leave, Perfikot’s fingers tapped the table in front of her in a peculiar rhythm, and she fell into contemplation.

After contemplating for a long time, she finally stopped tapping and said to the air beside her: "Send someone to investigate the entire matter; I want to know if anyone is causing trouble behind the scenes."

No one responded beside Perfikot, but she knew her order had been conveyed.

The Northern Territory Brotherhood, established by Claudia, was now operational, and it was time for them to start proving their worth.

If there’s no conspiracy behind this and it’s truly as the Shaman said—the curse is from the Ancestral Spirit of an extinct tribe—so be it.

However, if someone is indeed stirring trouble or with hidden agendas and schemes, then Perfikot just happened to be in need of a target to establish her authority.

Last time, she had Captain William deal with the troublesome merchants, but it didn’t have the desired deterrent effect, leaving her less than satisfied.