The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

……

Name: Angel

Race: Fairy

[Level: 1]

[Contract Owner: X. Moore]

[Attribute Type: Ice]

[HP: 300/300]

Energy Value: 105/300

[Attack Power: 50] (The average value of the five attributes for ordinary humans is 60)

Defense: 40

【Speed: 50】

【Intelligence: 80】

[Willpower: 180]

Special Ability 1: Position Swap (Level 1). Effect: Swaps the positions of two items weighing less than 5kg within close range of vision.

[Special Ability 2: Soul Anchoring (Level 1). Effect: Grants the Contractor the "Resurrection of the Dead" status. This effect cannot be dispelled, but requires continuous consumption of "Living and Dead Energy" to maintain.]

……

When he looked at Angel and saw her detailed character panel through the [Pure Poem System], X immediately understood everything.

Thanks to Angel's soul anchoring ability, this body was able to remain active... ensuring that this corpse could still bounce around. It also ensured that some of the body's functions remained usable.

"Master?" Angel's blue eyes blinked, and her pointed ears twitched like a small animal. "Your face is even paler than the assassin from before."

"When did I die?" Ex asked.

Speaking of her painful memories, the fairy's tears fell onto the back of her hand again: "It was three days ago when you went to the Crystal Palace. I heard you had a fight, and when you came back... you suddenly stopped breathing. I was so scared, thinking, 'Master, please move! Please move!' Then I awakened a new ability, and... you continued to 'live' for these past few days."

Is this how I survived? Because you cheered on the corpse?

You know, it would be so much better if you just wanted me to be completely resurrected.

But then Ax suddenly sat up straight.

Because various fragments of the original owner's memories suddenly surged up—very messy, such as the steeple church, the black-robed deacon, and the fairy registration check every Tuesday morning.

Because of the existence of fairies in this world, a church was formed to supervise and manage them—the Royal Church of the Holy Way.

According to the Royal Order, God bestowed upon fairies transcendental gifts and upon humans the light of reason; therefore, fairies and humans must coexist. This is considered quite tolerant of fairies.

But since it's a church, there are naturally some rules. The members of the Holy Church even measure the curve of a fairy's ear tip with calipers, let alone something like resurrection, which is "usurping God's authority."

No, I wasn't actually resurrected.

So it gets even worse—you might be treated like a monster.

Ax didn't think it would be a good thing if the church found out about this.

"Won't the church have some objections to 'resurrection'?" Ax couldn't help but ask.

Angel's silver hair fell down, covering half of her face: "Last year, a maid in Birmingham woke up after a long coma and was convicted of 'blasphemy' by the episcopal court. She's still in Newgate Prison..."

Okay, I do have some opinions.

Ax's temples throbbed. In the original owner's memories, the power of the Holy Order's higher-ups was even greater than that of the nobility. The Archbishop of Canterbury sat in the House of Lords, the bishops rode in gilded carriages, and they even presided over the Queen's coronation.

This is probably because the Church essentially controls supernatural powers known as fairies. The royal family also needs to rely on the Church.

At this moment, Angel reminded her again, "This Tuesday morning at nine o'clock..." Angel's voice was barely audible, "The diocese deacon will come to visit you for his regular fairy education class. He knows you, Master..."

Ex immediately thought of a tall, thin man in a black robe.

In the original owner's memories, he was stern and never smiled. He always carried a silver cross and preached that "the pointed ears of fairies are the mark of calamity." Last week, he even punished Angel by making her copy the Holy Scripture fifty times because she bandaged the wounds of a stray cat, on the grounds that "calamity must stay away from living beings."

In that deacon's view, fairies are two sides of the same coin, always harboring the blood of a different species, and will eventually transform into one. He was considered an extreme conservative within the Holy Path Society.

A different species?

After thinking about it, X figured it was probably some kind of monster. It's part of the world's setting, I suppose.

"You know... if he finds out I'm 'alive,' or rather, 'dead,' won't he immediately call the Inquisition?"

"meeting!"

"By the way, what day of the week is it today?"

"It's a little past 8 a.m. on Tuesday..."

He arrived today!

Ex immediately interrupted her, "Then we'll have to pretend now, pretend I've just crawled back from the brink of death."

"yes!"

"Close the door first!"

So Angel hurriedly ran to the door, closed it, and locked it again.

Ax began to ponder.

As the saying goes, good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortunes never come singly.

Having just escaped an assassination attempt, he finds himself in trouble again because of his shameful circumstances.

So first of all, there must be a living person. The most obvious way to show that a living person is through body temperature.

The thought flashed through my mind, and a new formula appeared in my head.

【等价交换启动：旧铸铁壁炉残片（1835年工坊废弃加热炉部件）+药店乙醚（1850年药用级纯度）+绵羊油脂（1851年本地牧场新鲜炼製）+黄铜测温管（1848年旧气压计铜製零件）=人体37度恆温热源（可用活死能量持续供能）】

This time, the equivalent exchange equation is more complex, requiring four readily available items. However, a brass temperature measuring tube is missing from the site.

Fortunately, X has played a lot of puzzle games, so he's not stupid.

Equivalent exchange can be repeated indefinitely.

Then we can first use other equivalent exchange formulas to calculate the brass temperature sensing tube, and then synthesize the heat source. It's just one more step.

The final heat source is a ruby, only the size of a chocolate chip.

This gave X a new understanding of his abilities. Equivalent exchange can create things that didn't exist before.

Of course, this thing is theoretically inedible, but since X was already dead and didn't need to worry about digestion, he immediately swallowed it.

And at this time—

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The knocking sounded like hitting a coffin lid.

"Who?" Ex immediately asked in a low voice.

"Metropolitan Police! Open the door!" The voice outside was gruff and carried an unquestionable tone. "We've received a report of an emergency here!"

Not the church!?

Axe whirled around: "You called the police?"

Angel's face turned deathly pale: "I... I heard the gunshots and followed the emergency procedures my master taught me..." She pulled a brass whistle from her apron pocket, "blew the distress whistle three times, and then used the workshop's telegraph machine to call Scotland Yard..."

"What did you say to them?"

"I said, 'Master has been shot, there's an assassin!'" The fairy's tears welled up again. "I was really panicked at the time!"

The banging on the door grew louder. Ax could even hear the rustling of fabric—the heavy black robes, the uniform of a Holy Order deacon. The sound was strangely familiar in his memory.

"Wait, how many people have come?" AX had a bad feeling.

"I don't know..." Angel gripped his arm, trembling. "But I heard three footsteps! Two in leather boots, and one... in cloth shoes. They were people from the church, and they arrived together!"

Good heavens, assassins, police, and church members—they're all here now!

But now is not the time to blame Angel.

Even the maid did nothing wrong; it was just that her condition was not suitable for her to be seen by others.

And the fatal wound... Right, let's hide the fatal wound first!

X didn't want anyone to know that his heart had been pierced.

Ex immediately took off his blood-stained coat and shirt, and told Angel to quickly stuff them into the safe. Then he picked up his other old clothes, put them on, and slowly walked to the door while responding to the door.

Once Angel had hidden her clothes, Ex opened the door amidst the police's agitated voices.

Three men squeezed through the door. The lead policeman had a red beard, a revolver at his waist, and wore a navy blue tailcoat—a typical "Peel Kid" look. Behind him followed a tall, thin man in a black robe—wearing a silver cross, the parish deacon Angel had mentioned.

"Sir Axe?" The red-bearded man pulled out a notebook. "A police report says you've been shot?"

Ax deliberately stumbled, and Angel quickly steadied him. He noticed the red-bearded man's gaze sweep over the assassin's corpse on the ground, finally settling on the shirt on his chest—snow-white, without a trace of blood.

"Yes, but it's nothing serious, just a scrape." AX managed a weak smile. "I'm lucky to be alive."

"I can tell..."

Another policeman went up to examine the deceased and shook his head with experience: "Indeed a professional killer, from the British Raven Brotherhood. Who have you messed with lately?"

"I don't know..."

"You're quite skilled, though." The red-bearded man raised an eyebrow. "This one on the ground..." He kicked the assassin's corpse. "He was shot between the eyebrows; he was killed from the front."

These days, it's very difficult for ordinary people to deal with professional killers.

X could only keep calling it luck until that cold voice broke in.

"Sir, your face looks pale."

The black-robed deacon appeared before Ax at some point. The deacon's eyes were like a scalpel, scraping across his pupils and lips before finally settling on his face.

"Very white. Whiter than a dead person."

Ax's heart nearly stopped beating.

Oh no, it stopped a long time ago. Ex immediately felt relieved and calmed down.

"Injury and shock," Ax replied calmly. "You understand."

The butler paused. Just then, Angel suddenly cried out "Ah!" and dropped the cup in her hand to the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" Angel hurriedly picked up the cup. "I... I slipped..."

Clever Angel interrupted.

Unfortunately, they couldn't get away with it.

The butler glanced at Angel, then at Axe's face: "Your pupils are slow to react, Sir. Like...like someone who just crawled out of a grave. May I see your hand?"

We're about to be exposed!?

But now that things have come to this, we absolutely cannot back down.

Ax immediately remembered that nobles still had their dignity, and physical examinations were not something that a minor church deacon could conduct privately.

Therefore, X retorted in a dignified voice:

"Deacon, you seem to have forgotten the rules of the Church of Jesus Christ—the bodily rights of nobles are protected by the Royal Privileges Act. Outside the church, even if the Archbishop of Canterbury himself were to come, he would have to present a formal letter before he could touch a hair on my head."

That's at least in theory.

The deacon simply continued to stare into Ax's eyes, but finally took a half step back, forcing a stiff smile: "Sir, you misunderstand. I was just... concerned about the health of the parishioners."

The red-bearded policeman coughed at the opportune moment, slamming his notebook shut. "Alright, gentlemen, this is a crime scene. Deacon, if you have nothing else, you can go back now. We'll contact the Holy Path Society if needed. The investigation of the fairies isn't urgent."

Well done, red-bearded policeman!

X suddenly felt relieved that Angel had called the police. It was a godsend!

The black-robed deacon finally gave Ax a reluctant bow: "I wish you a speedy recovery, Sir."

He turned and walked toward the door, then stopped, glancing at Angel's trembling, pointed ears out of the corner of his eye. "Bring your contracted fairy to the church for a follow-up examination tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. This is a notice."

Clearly, this is not over yet.

Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock?

Ha, that's enough for me to make mechanical hearts and other devices at night and pass for a living person.

As X thought this, he subconsciously brought up his character panel again. He had only looked at Angel's character panel, not his own.

Name: X

Race: Human

[Status: The deceased has been revived. Time remaining: 17 hours and 16 minutes.]

Ex: "?"