Elwyn didn't know what to say. This crimson nameplate was definitely crazy. It actually wanted him to go thousands of feet into the sea to find a dead Evil God.
He wouldn't do that. He didn't want to court death.
Who knew if there were other monsters in the depths of the sea other than this dead Evil God. Not to mention the terrifying pressure from the endless abyss, just looking at the endless Soul Catchers in front of him made Elwyn not want to go near them.
Especially since he hadn't studied this nameplate yet. It would be strange if it wasn't dangerous since it was a strange item left behind by an Evil God created by the despicable Hyerbo.
If he helped the other party absorb the essence of the dead Evil God, but in turn, helped the Evil God on this nameplate to resurrect, the situation would be terrible.
Time passed slowly. Elwyn's soul floated alone in the depths of the sea.
When he was tired of the giant octopus corpse in front of him, the crimson nameplate glowed again. He once again experienced the experience he had when he came here.
But this time, his soul was quickly returning to his body.
He could finally leave this place and return to the real world.
The scene in front of him flashed past quickly. Under the guidance of the nameplate, Elwyn circled the giant octopus corpse in the pitch-black sea, and then approached its head.
In the deepest part was a crack in the rocks. Elwyn could vaguely see what seemed to be a sunken city behind it.
Before he could get a clear look, everything began to distort.
When he woke up, Elwyn realized that he wasn't in the dark and gloomy Azkaban.
He was now lying in a luxurious, classical French-style room. The mattress under him was soft and comfortable. The decorations in the room had a noble and elegant style.
There was a faint fragrance in the air. It smelled a little like strawberries.
A string of sun-shaped wind chimes hung by the window, making tinkling sounds with the breeze.
The golden afternoon sun shone in through the window that was carved with exquisite patterns, giving off residual warmth.
The colorful magic hanging lights kept spinning. Everything in front of him was full of warmth and fantasy.
"Where am I? What is this place?" Elwyn sat up and said incredulously, "Am I dreaming?"
Everything in front of him was so different from the dark style of Azkaban that Elwyn felt like he was in a dream.
"This is France …" Sirius's voice could be heard.
He came in from the sitting-room, and said joyfully, "Thank God you're awake at last."
"How long was I out?" Elwyn asked.
"It's almost three days. Dumbledore said that there are strange traces of magic on your body, but there's nothing wrong with you. He doesn't think you need to be awakened by force." Sirius explained, "When the magic in your body dissipates, you will naturally wake up."
Sirius pulled out a chair and sat beside Elwyn.
"What happened? What did you see?" he asked hurriedly.
"The corpse of a horrible monster, in the sea under Azkaban." Elwyn sighed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the evil god I told you about before."
"It's that guy again?" Sirius frowned. "How could they appear in Azkaban? They're actually hiding in the depths of the sea."
"It's not the two I saw before. This guy is a new evil god." Elwyn said weakly, "But this is no longer important. It's dead now, leaving only a corpse that keeps producing Dementors."
Hearing that the Dementors were born in this way, Sirius was not surprised and extremely shocked.
However, Elwyn waved his hand nonchalantly. No matter who it was, after looking at that guy and the newly born Dementors for so long, day and night, they would also feel numb like him.
"Well, now you should tell me, why did we come to France?" Elwyn asked. "And, where did Dumbledore go?"
"Three days ago, after you fainted, we talked to that guy Peter the Dwarf and asked him everything about the curse left behind by the Lord Voldemort." Sirius sighed and continued, "He told us everything, but Dumbledore thought that the information he had was meaningless. The Lord Voldemort didn't seem to trust him. He was just lying and didn't tell him the real way to break the curse. "
He looked extremely dissatisfied and waved his fist forcefully in the air.
"That idiot Peter used to be like this. He worshipped great power, but he couldn't even distinguish the simplest truth from falsehood. He was easily fooled by the Lord Voldemort and didn't get anything." Sirius said angrily, "Jaime died because of him. It's really not worth it. I never thought that there would be such a stupid thing."
"Since we can't know what kind of spell this curse is." Elwyn looked at the circular snake bracelet on his right wrist again. "Then the only way left is to restore the Sorcerer's Stone. We should be investigating this."
"Yes, Dumbledore already has a clue, and he is going to confirm it." Sirius looked at Elwyn. "Before that, he thought it was necessary to let his friend see the Sorcerer's Stone, so we came to France first to look for it."
"The Alchemist Nicolemer," Elwyn already knew everything. "He is the last Master Alchemist, recognized as the oldest wizard in the magic world, the owner of the Sorcerer's Stone, and Dumbledore's partner in alchemy."
Hearing Elwyn say so many titles in one breath, Sirius was stunned, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I knew it. I can't hide anything from you."
"Did we find him?" Elwyn asked hurriedly.
"Yes, Dumbledore brought us here," said Sirius. "We didn't have to go through so much trouble to come to France. Nicolemer and his wife Perenalle lived in seclusion in England, but after they destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone the year before last, they decided to return to their hometown of France for the rest of their lives."
"So, we are now in Nicolemer's house?" Elwyn looked around. The decoration style of the room was too luxurious.
It didn't look like they were in the home of a famous alchemist, but an ancient noble family or the manor of a pure-blood wizard.
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