"Four years ago, after my battle with Edward, he betrayed and vanished after defeat, taking the remaining two sets of armor with him. Now... they should both be in the hands of the Ancient Witch Revival Association."
Ronan’s eyes flickered for a mont but he did not pursue this topic further, instead asking, "You kept here alone, what do you intend to discuss with ?"
The two had been alone until now, with Ronan having the lead in the conversation. Now, he handed it back to Selena.
Selena’s expression turned slightly solemn as she looked at Ronan and said deeply, "Soone wants to see you."
Ronan lifted his eyes, "Who?"
Selena spoke each word carefully, "The Black Witch King."
.....
The heavy stone gate silently pushed open inward with the power of the runes, like opening a long-sealed tomb, a decayed wind blowing out.
Ronan paused before the door stone, looking at the darkness seemingly swallowing light ahead. After hesitating, he slowly walked inside.
The air within the stone chamber was filled with a murky atmosphere. Ronan’s arrival seed to disturb sothing, with every step many things scurried in the surrounding darkness, yet upon closer inspection, there was nothing.
Light gradually appeared in front of him, and Ronan walked towards the source, seeing countless black threads woven into the Void like knitting.
He continued walking forward, finally stopping in front of a small gray room.
The room wasn’t large; a side wall bore an oil painting, yet the eerie canvas was empty, devoid of content.
In a corner stood an old yellow bronze lamp casting a dim glow, at the room’s center, soone sat creakingly on a rocking chair.
This was an old man so ancient he seed to have lost all his teeth, sparse hair, face covered with deep brown age spots, a thick gray blanket draped on his knees, holding a huge glass jar in his arms.
Since Ronan appeared, the old man had been watching him, continually grasping brightly colored, jelly bean-like things from the jar in his arms and tossing them into his mouth one by one.
Ronan stood at the junction of light and darkness, quietly eting the old man’s gaze, eventually calmly uttering his na.
"Black Witch King."
The old man on the rocking chair squinted his eyes and smiled, exposing a mouthful of black and yellow rotten teeth.
Instead of speaking, he dipped his hand into the jar and tossed a jelly bean towards Ronan.
"It’s been a long ti since anyone has co to chat with this old man, here, try it."
Ronan instinctively caught the jelly bean the Black Witch King threw, feeling cold to the touch as he examined it. On the green bean-sized like an eyeball, a face twisted in pain continuously opened and closed its mouth.
Ronan was startled, almost instinctively throwing the bean away.
This was no jelly bean. It was clearly a living human soul refined with secret techniques, yet it was being used as a snack, tossed into the mouth one after another.
Ronan furrowed his brow, his expression slightly cold as he slowly placed the jelly bean down, looking again at the Black Witch King before him.
The Black Witch King seed indifferent to his gaze, rather regretfully opened his mouth, "Don’t like it?
You should try it; the taste is truly fine."
He then tugged the blanket sliding sowhat from his knees upward, sighed lightly and said, "I am old, my soul nearing expiration, without resorting to thods like this, I simply won’t live a few more years.
You think I’m too cruel?"
Looking at Ronan, the Black Witch King spoke plainly, "You should wander more towards the direction of Tangista; Weber’s thods are far more brutal than mine."
Ronan knew who the Weber ntioned by the Black Witch King was—nine years ago, he had seen the White Witch King once in the Realm of Departing Fire.
He was not inclined to continue delving into this issue with the Black Witch King, thought for a mont, then said, "I hadn’t expected you would choose to stand on our side.."
"I never expressed such a thing.
It’s just that so people completely abandoned their baseline as Wizards, while I can’t do that..."
The Black Witch King replied flatly.
Ronan’s eyes flickered, "Then Juventus..."
"You an Juventus?"
The Black Witch King slowly sat up straight on the rocking chair, the lines of his old face gradually softening.
"He has always been a child with his own opinions..."
"I spent three hundred years, selecting him out of three hundred thousand embryos, investing so much effort in him, yet didn’t expect..."
The Black Witch King displayed a sorrowful expression, pulling up a blanket corner from his knees to wipe nonexistent tears from his eyes, "The thing he most wants is to completely rid himself of ."
"Why?"
"Because he considered my bloodline as his shackle for progression."
Ronan stared into the eyes of the Black Witch King, calmly saying, "Afraid it’s not rely due to this reason?"
The Black Witch King’s actions halted, his face that had been full of sorrow suddenly blossoming into a bright smile.
"You truly are... a clever child, just like Juventus."
For a mont, the distant Black Witch King took on an incredibly hideous expression, his whole body transforming into a twisting monstrous shadow, lunging towards Ronan like a demon.
Ronan’s heart jolted with shock, instinctively retreating.
Yet upon coming to his senses, he found the Black Witch King remained safely seated on the rocking chair, as though never moving.
"It’s not considered a secret."
The Black Witch King smiled as he looked at him, gently rocking the glass jar in his arms, appearing benevolent and harmless.
"People like and Weber have only one purpose for breeding offspring, which is to complete bloodline’s defects, escape Weakening Blood, moving closer....
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