Chapter 868: Chapter 553: Forr Guest
Byron Kingdom, Enlightennt Harbor.
Nightfall.
On the main comrcial street near the seashore, there is a spacious low-cost tavern, brightly lit inside, bustling with noise, and nearly every seat taken.
In the old-fashioned decorated hall, there are mostly middle to lower-class citizens, wearing heavy, dark leather coats and felt hats, spending their leisure ti drinking and entertaining themselves during the winter.
In one corner, a man sits alone.
He wears a thin dark green robe, a gray hat with upturned edges on his head, with disheveled chestnut-colored long hair falling and matching the stubble on his chin.
For so reason, it seems no one notices him.
Even the hurriedly passing, stumbling patrons instinctively avoid that table, as if it were a natural bodily reaction.
“O ruler of calamities throughout ti, born in the primordial vibrant green light, great yet restrained Erald Bird, please heed the prayers of your believers and bestow your blessings…”
The man mumbles devout words.
A retro lamp on the table emits a deep green light like jade.
A drunken man just leaving the tavern door is hit by a passing carriage, with a loud crash, the sliding wheels roll over him, leaving a horrifying patch of bright blood on the snowy ground.
“Jing Yao above! Soone got hit by a carriage!”
“Oh, poor Sadi!”
“Quick, go check, don’t let that bastard die in front of my tavern!”
The tavern imdiately bursts into an uproar.
Outside, fearful shouts, together with the frightened neighs of horses, follow by the crash of an overturned carriage and a secondary accident.
Screams of panicked waitresses are interrupted by shouts from the rough n.
The man in the corner remains unaffected, a slight smile on his lips as he downs a glass of strong liquor, breathing out a satisfying white puff.
As the green light of the lamp gradually fades, an ancient ring with a cheap-looking square green gemstone and a slanted cross pattern appears on the tabletop.
“Once the Mitchell family’s hope is forced to awaken their ancestor—who only left scant words in the long river of history but holds a pivotal position, the Earth Angel ‘Xike’… the ritual will provide with imnse feedback, definitely helping ascend to Sequence Three.”
The man grabs the ring on the table, picks up the lamp, and strides out of the tavern.
He sweeps a cold gaze over the chaotic scene around him and heads straight to the nearby pier, gazing at the dark and tranquil sea under the night sky.
“I, Sigmund, will ascend to the eternal throne step by step from this perfect script.”
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Misty Sea, deserted island.
Raphael’s face is shocked as he looks at the burly man beside him, half speechless.
Finally, in a slightly hoarse voice, he says:
“What should I do, Your Majesty Flun…”
“Just lay down and sleep.”
Flun smiles.
“I will enter your dream and personally et your ancestor… Speaking of which, Seth Mitchell took a snake from Jack Spett’s cetery, saying it was too desolate and hoped for more life to accompany him.”
“?!”
Raphael is shocked.
At that mont, he realizes the small white snake he saw in his dream ca from Jack Spett!
His ancestor actually knew the White-scaled Dragon?
But hasn’t the ancestor always been asleep…
Thinking of this, Raphael can’t help but lower his head slightly, forcing himself to withdraw from distractions. He knows the best thing to do now is to follow Flun’s words and quickly fall asleep.
This is a rare opportunity, perhaps from now on, he will no longer worry about nightmares and losing control…
“Alright, Your Majesty, I understand.”
Raphael glances at everyone, Felisiano gives him an encouraging look, and even Polaris Lucy and others smile at him.
He nods to everyone and then takes a deep breath, slowly lying down on the cold ground.
The warmth of the campfire spills over, making the already exhausted Raphael feel comfortable, and within a few breaths, he quietly falls asleep.
In the dream, he again arrives at the Cetery.
A square-shaped iron fence in ancient Byron style surrounds the entire Cetery, and through the gaps, one can see the crooked stone tombstones.
Raphael steps up the stone steps and pushes open The Great Gate, ready to enter.
But at this mont, he suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head, he sees a shirtless burly man with a silver pot head beside him.
“Your Majesty Flun…”
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
A hearty voice echoes from the silver pot.
Flun says this and enters, carrying a cross-shaped sword on his back.
Raphael watches at the door until the burly man’s figure gradually disappears in the hazy vision before he slowly exhales.
A sense of hope rises in his heart.
Flun strides along the stone path in the Cetery, with naless tombstones and graves on both sides. In front of him, a huge coffin lies horizontally, with a small white snake perched on it.
When Flun approaches the coffin, the small white snake naturally cos close, climbing onto his arm. A close connection through flesh is felt but lacks most information.
‘Indeed, it’s the angel who resides in Saint Aye’s Town… Seth Mitchell.’
He thought to himself.
At this mont, a discordant hum reached his ears. Flun was startled at first, then he strode past the coffin, heading deeper into the cetery.
Soon, after passing two large steles that blocked his vision, he saw, in a spacious clearing, a young man clad in a soil-colored cloak, dancing gracefully with a skeleton in evening dress in his arms.
On both sides stood two skeleton bands, dressed in garish attire, playing waist harps or shaking strange jingling instrunts.
The scene looked inexplicably eerie.
As Flun arrived, the humming and the music abruptly ceased.
The young man halted his dance, turned his head with a smile.
He had long brown hair very similar to Raphael’s, but it reached his waist, with the ends curling upwards, giving him a remarkably retro appearance.
“Welco, guest from afar.”
The young man spoke warmly, pushing away his “dance partner” as he spoke.
The skeleton moved backward, lifting its skirt, and curtsied, then joined the band beside it before jumping into their respective graves and vanishing from sight.
“This should count as our second eting, Jack.”
The young man walked slowly towards him, hands clasped behind his back.
“Yes, Your Majesty Seth, the last ti was in Saint Aye’s Town… But strictly speaking, we’ve never t face-to-face.”
Flun… Now controlled by the true consciousness of Chen Lun, bowed respectfully and spoke.
Seth walked up to Chen Lun, and due to his slightly shorter stature, he had to look up at him, the smile on his face widening.
“Your little snake is both adorable and lively; I like it very much… Leave a couple more here with this ti.”
Chen Lun was taken aback, secretly guessing if this angel had so unique hobby.
Then he had no choice but to lower his head and agree.
“As you wish.”
With that, Chen Lun raised his hand, and dozens of white snakes slithered out from his palm, coiling around his arm and crawling to the ground.
Seth squatted down, letting the white snakes climb onto him, then stood up and waved towards Chen Lun.
“Alright, Jack, you can leave now.”
“Hmm?”
Chen Lun stood there, stunned, watching Seth walk away.
He suddenly felt that this angel’s temperant was truly unfathomable, making communication rather difficult.
“Your Majesty Seth, a young man nad Raphael in your family has inherited a trace of your mythical bloodline… This is also the reason I could co here through his dreams to et you.”
Chen Lun spoke in a deep voice.
Seth continued walking without turning back, saying:
“I know… But the rise and fall of the Mitchell family, the life and death of their descendants, I no longer care about. They should follow the trends of the tis and abide by the dictates of destiny, rather than attribute their decline to the so-called ‘Ancestor’s slumber.'”
Chen Lun raised an eyebrow.
From the other party’s indifferent words, he understood one thing, which is that the Mitchell family seed to have misunderstood sothing…
In fact, Your Majesty Seth had not been asleep at all, but rely resided in Saint Aye’s Town, unwilling to bother with his descendants.
It was purely Raphael’s elders who were being overly sentintal.
The so-called “awakening of the ancestor” to rejuvenate the Mitchell family was rely their wishful thinking…
Raphael’s situation was even worse.
Although he had fortunately inherited a trace of Your Majesty Seth’s mythical bloodline, the gifts of destiny always carry a price secretly marked. It was precisely due to the mysterious connection of the bloodline that Raphael dread of this cetery every night, and any slight carelessness could lead to pollution from the aura inadvertently emanated by the ancestor.
If Raphael did not ascend to a higher rank, he would eventually lose control and die.
Chen Lun watched as Seth was about to leave, feeling sowhat unwilling in his heart.
He had originally intended to approach this Earth Angel, see the situation… If he was easy to get along with, then he would try to earn his favor; if not, it didn’t matter, as “Flun” was just an incarnation, and it wouldn’t matter if it was destroyed, rely losing a few thousand Sanity Value points.
After a few days of cooldown, he could just create it again.
But now it was almost certain that Seth’s attitude towards him wasn’t particularly good, but neither was it hostile, remaining neutral.
This indirectly told Chen Lun that Seth was an excellent candidate for an “ally”… His ultimate goal in the future was to kill the Seven Gods, so the more high-level allies he had, the higher his success rate would be, and the safer too!
Thinking this, an idea struck Chen Lun, and he quickly said:
“Your Majesty Seth, soone is plotting against you from behind the scenes.”
This ti, Seth Mitchell finally stopped in his tracks.
However, he rely turned around, squinting with a smile, and said:
“It doesn’t matter.”
“…”
Chen Lun was rendered speechless.
He had initially thought that the other party would be infuriated by this, making it a good opportunity for him to offer help in solving the problem, thereby earning Seth’s favor.
But he hadn’t expected this angel to be so indifferent.
“It’s just a ‘clown’ who can’t even see the truth of the matter, trying to use my ‘awakening’ as a key part of a ritual to gain feedback for promotion…”
Seth shook his head with a wry smile, hands clasped behind his back.
When he ntioned “clown,” his tone seed to imply not just a sequence na, but also a double entendre.
“Planning a shabby sche based on false intelligence; it’s a ritual dood to fail. Leave it be.”
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