Once an expert opened his mouth, one would know whether he was right or not.
Melander's first few sentences already gave Mag a rough idea of what was going on. This blind old man did have something up his sleeve.
Although the old man didn't say anything, Meg knew very well that that thing had something to do with the Great Old One.
Moreover, when they entered the door, the information that the omniscient door gave him made him interested.
The old man's name was Melant. He was over 700 years old. He was a 10th-tier ghost with severe cataracts. Ang …
The young one was called Noah. He was 20 years old. He was also a 7th-tier ghost. He could be considered a gifted existence among the younger generation.
During this period of time, Mag had read many official and unofficial histories about the history of the Norland Continent. He had seen some information about ghosts in one of the unofficial histories. They were a demonic race, but they had gone extinct during the war among species 500 years ago. From the limited information he had, they were an extremely mysterious race.
And in that unofficial history, there was a mention of some strange behaviors of the ghosts. It was said that the powerful ghosts could control corpses to fight. There were even rumors that they were the devil's spokesperson in this world.
Perhaps it was because of these reasons that the ghosts had always maintained a high level of mystery, but they still disappeared in history.
However, looking at the grandfather and grandson in front of him, Meg had a rough idea in his heart. The ghosts might not have gone extinct, but they were living a very low-key life.
As for why they came looking for him, and how they could tell that Anne was extraordinary, he was also curious.
Melant looked at Meg, and asked, "Who are you?"
"The owner of this restaurant. The person who will serve you." Meg leaned back in his chair.
"You've seen the devil," Melant said calmly.
Noah held the turtle shell nervously and stared at Meg.
"Seems like you've seen it too." Meg leaned forward slightly and stared into Melant's greenish-white eyes.
Melant was silent for a while. Suddenly, he broke into a smile. "Seems like he couldn't persuade you."
"I'm a person who can withstand temptation. His tricks don't work on me." Meg also smiled. "But, how did you get rid of it?"
"Maybe he didn't expect me to be blind, so his trick didn't work on me," Melante said.
Noah was stunned. He didn't understand what they were talking about, but he could tell that his grandfather wasn't hostile to this guy, so he relaxed a little.
"Why are you looking for me?" Meg picked up the teacup and blew on it.
"You might not know this, but these things are actually sealed. But recently, half of them escaped. I want to find him and seal him again. The tortoiseshell stone led me to you." Melander looked at Meg. "I think you should know where to find him."
"Since your so-called tortoiseshell stone can lead you to me, you should also be able to find him. I don't know where he is." Meg shook his head. He was a little surprised that Melant's tortoiseshell stone could lead them to Mamy's.
Meg didn't want to expose his identity now, so he looked at this pair of grandfather and grandson. He was already thinking if it was necessary to silence them.
"The tortoiseshell stone's detection range is limited. The Norland Continent is too big, and that guy is too cunning. Finding him is like finding a needle in a haystack." Melant shook his head.
"How far away can it detect him?"
"500 miles," Melant said.
"If that's the case, I can't help you." Meg shook his head. The Norland Continent was billions of square kilometers. Using a detector with a range of 500 miles to find the Great Old One was indeed like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"I need the help of that girl, the Pure One," Melant said to Meg.
"She's not the Pure One. She's my daughter. You'd better not have any ideas about her." Meg's voice became a little cold.
"The tortoiseshell stone didn't find you. It found her," Melant said.
"Then it's your stupid stone that's the problem." Meg took a sip of tea and put down the teacup. "If there's nothing else, I'll see you out."
"Since you've seen him, then you should know how scary he is. He broke free from the seal, and could bring destruction to this world. What you're doing now is like his accomplice." Melant frowned.
"Since you've seen him, then you should know that with your abilities, even if you find him, you're no match for him, let alone reseal him." Meg looked at Melant, and said, "You ghosts keep a low profile. Why are you so concerned about him?"
Noah's hand under the table was still holding the tortoiseshell tightly. His palm was already sweaty, but he didn't dare to relax.
Judging from his grandfather's behavior, this fellow should be a powerhouse. Otherwise, he would be lying on the ground now.
He was surprised that such a young-looking human could make his grandfather wary.
However, Noah was also curious about Meg's question. He had asked his grandfather more than once, but he never got an answer.
Melant was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Because I want to break the curse on the ghosts. If he fully recovers his strength, the nobles will become his slaves. This is the price I had to pay to break free from his illusion."
"How can I be sure that you're telling the truth?" Meg frowned slightly.
Melant took Noah's left hand from under the table and pulled up his sleeve, revealing his wrist. There was a red and black skull mark on his wrist.
Then, Melant pulled up his own sleeve. There was an identical red and black skull mark on the same place.
"This is a bloodline curse. The few remaining members of the ghost race are all cursed. If they can't be sealed, this curse will become a channel for him to control the ghost race." Melant pulled down his sleeve and looked at Meg, and said, "I know you're very strong, and I don't have the confidence to beat you. However, since you've seen him, you must have paid a price to break free. I hope that we can work together to find him and reseal him or kill him.
I won't hurt that little girl, but I need a bit of her essence blood to expand the range of the tortoiseshell stone. I hope you can agree. "
"Unexpected Mission Triggered: Request from Melant! As one of the few existences with the ability to find the Great Old Ones, Melant requests the host to establish a cooperative relationship with him. Set out to find the Great Old Ones who escaped the seal and reseal them! Mission Reward: Chance of the Wheel of Fortune x 3! "The system's voice suddenly sounded in Meg's mind.
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