Angor was still doubtful, but he didn't ask any more questions. Shadow was looking at him with a curious look.
He didn't want anyone to know about the anomaly in his soul.
"Don't tell anyone about the law in my soul," Angor sent a voice transmission to the old priest.
The High Priest nodded subtly.
After the selection, the High Priest signaled the High Priest to leave with Ye Lianna. After they left, the High Priest turned around and said, "My Lords, the ceremony has come to an end."
"But there's one more thing," the Grand Priest said as he glanced at Fiona, "we're holding the ceremony two months ahead of schedule. The Citadel mentioned that they're expecting an important guest this time, and they're going to select the Sky Choir to perform in the Citadel. Do we need to organize the Sky Choir to rehearse before the performance? "
"Important guest? Perform in the Citadel? " Angor considered for a moment and realized why the ceremony was brought forward. Felicia and Greya were probably the reason behind it.
However, it was hard to say whether or not they would bring the Sky Choir to Dark Castle … They had already used up the usage of the Sky Choir, and now they were bringing the Sky Choir to Dark Castle? Obviously, the timing was not right.
"Hold on, I'll go ask Fiona." Shadow suddenly sent him a voice transmission.
He nodded to Shadow, who then led Fiona to the second floor.
"Wait a moment. They're going to discuss something."
The high priest naturally understood what "discuss" meant. He nodded with a smile and sat back down.
While Shadow was away, Angor decided to ask more questions about Pocratee.
"Have you seen this before, Grand Priest?" Angor created a miniature illusion in which a black snake covered in scales was coiling around a silver cone.
"You've been to Pocratee, sir?" The old priest looked at him with a thoughtful look.
Angor already admitted that he had been to Pocratee, so he didn't bother hiding it. "Yes."
"I remember when I was young, my family lived in the attic of a single mother in Hippocratee. Her name was Taisha, and she had a lovely daughter, Bula. Before the war came, we lived a happy life. Taisha loved to tell stories to Bulla, and the story she mentioned most often was Pocrates. "
The High Priest's lips curled into a smile as he reminisced about the good times of the past.
"Taisha said that Pocratee is a holy land. There is no war, no disease, and the light is shining there. It is protected by Akeso and the royal family. It is the best place for human beings to pursue." "My lord, I've always wondered what Chipocratee is like. Is it really such a holy land?"
"Do you really think there's such a beautiful utopia?" Angor asked.
The high priest lowered his head and shook his head with a smile. "If Hippocrotee didn't have a magic array, this place would probably be considered a utopia."
"If it wasn't for that magic array, you wouldn't have survived for a thousand years," said Angor.
The High Priest did not reply. He clearly understood this.
"Back to Pocrates, I don't know if it was what you say it was. But I'm sure it's not now. The only thing I can say is, "Angor said slowly," Whoever goes, dies. "
The high priest's expression froze for a moment, then he shook his head and said in a self-deprecating manner: "Taisha died when the war began."
Bula always believed that Pocratee was a place where she could save herself. When the war ended, she returned to Hippocratee. " At this point, the high priest's tone suddenly became mournful. "She used her sweet smile to deceive us. My mother, my sister, my brother, and my child … were deceived by her and sold to the slave traders who came from afar. I escaped and was saved by Lady Isabelle.
"Bula said she loved us, and she hoped that we would love her back. As long as we could sell her for a good price, she could hire someone to find Pocratee. As long as she could reach Pocratee, the holy light would illuminate everything in this world. This was the price we had to pay for loving her. " The high priest's eyes were filled with sadness as he spoke. "I don't blame her. When I was young, she and Taisha brought me the best memories. So even though I left Hippocrac, I still wish her the best. I hope she can find Pocratee and fulfill her wish."
The High Priest looked at Angor again. "But from what you've said, I think she was wrong. She was tricked her whole life."
"Not necessarily. Maybe Pocratee really was a utopia a thousand years ago?" At least, the present signs of Pocratee suggest that they were destroyed a thousand years ago.
High Priest: "I hope so. The reason why I guessed your lordship had been to Pocratee when I saw the emblem was because I overheard something when my family was sold to a slave trader by Bula. The slave trader also wanted to go to Pocratee, so he read a lot of royal books and learned that the emblem of Pocratee was actually a black serpent coiling around a cone. "
"People said that 'a serpent coiling around a scepter' was actually a modified version of Pocratee's emblem. But the real emblem wasn't a scepter. It was a cone. "
"It's called the Emblem of Eternal Serpent."
The Emblem of Eternal Serpent? Angor repeated the name subconsciously. For some reason, he thought of the giant serpent he saw in the underground water — Akeso.
If Akeso was the black serpent on the emblem, then what was the "cone"? Why didn't he see it in Pocratee?
"Do you know what the cone on the emblem represents?" Angor asked.
"Eternal life." The High Priest paused. "The cone refers to the Cone of Eternal Life."
Immortality … He suddenly thought of Dodoro, who never aged even after a thousand years. Did that count as immortality? But he didn't see any Cone of Eternal Life on Dodoro's body.
When Dodoro was dragged out of the coffin, he was completely naked. Apart from the broken bowl in his hand, he didn't have anything else on him.
Could it be that the broken bowl was the Awl of Eternal Life?
Angor carefully checked the bowl several times and didn't find anything strange about it. But Dodoro didn't seem to want to let go of the bowl, so Angor simply let Dodoro do whatever he wanted without taking the bowl away.
After that, Angor stopped paying attention to the bowl. He didn't know where Dodoro put it.
Still, there was a big difference between a bowl and an Cone of Eternal Life. Also, since Akeso was coiling around the Cone of Eternal Life, it must know something about it. No matter how generous Akeso was, it wouldn't give away the Cone of Eternal Life.
Angor had a lot of questions, but now wasn't the time to ask. He had to wait until he returned to the surface world to find Dodoro's bowl.
Before he could ask more questions about the Cone of Eternal Life, Shadow came down from the second floor.
"Don't worry about it. I just asked Fiona. She told me that it was her idea to invite the Sky Choir to perform at Dark Castle earlier than before. Madam Butterfly doesn't know about this, so we'll just pretend we didn't do it. "
"That's a strange way of asking questions." Angor looked at Fiona's swollen and bruised face, which was now under the control of the puppet strings again.
"No violence. Save time." Shadow didn't hesitate to answer.
Angor didn't want to argue with him. "Don't worry about the performance. If anything happens, just tell us who we are. "
The Grand Priest nodded and left the hall.
After the Grand Priest left, Shadow and Angor prepared to return to Otherworld. Shadow was still looking for Naga, while Angor had to go to Felicia's place.
It was almost night time when they arrived at Otherworld.
While Shadow worked alone, Angor went to the hall on the first floor of Dark Castle.
When he arrived, he saw Felicia sitting by the counter, while Greya was sitting on the floor, cooking with one hand and stuffing food into her mouth with the other.
"Lady Greya, may I know if Toby is —" Angor paused.
Greya was looking at him with curiosity, confusion, and shyness. Angor had seen this kind of look from many girls before, but never from Greya.
"Are you thirsty, mister? Here, take this. "
Greya's reaction was also strange. She blinked her beautiful eyes and handed a glass to Angor.
There was no liquid inside, only a cloud of gas that looked like a nebula.
Angor didn't know what to do. Greya was still looking at him with her innocent eyes and asked him to drink.
Angor knew that Gourmet Wizards used all kinds of strange ingredients. Who knew what would happen to him? Besides, Greya's reaction was so strange that he did not know what to do. He held the glass in his hand for a long time.
"Drink it," Felicia said. "It's called Aura Vortex. Your mana pool will be slightly improved for a week after you drink it. It's only good for you. "
Since Felicia insisted, he had no choice but to gulp down the liquid.
Angor's eyes brightened up a little.
The Aura Vortex wasn't as dry and tasteless as he expected. Instead, it tasted like milk. It was as good as the best milk he had ever tasted.
"Such a strong milk taste." Angor tried his best to keep a straight face.
Felicia raised an eyebrow. "The Aura Vortex doesn't have any taste. You can taste it because the Gourmet Wizards added some edible pheromones, which directly stimulated your taste buds. Depending on your taste buds, the Aura Vortex will taste different. "
"My Aura Vortex is tasteless, but yours tastes like alcohol." Greya narrowed her eyes. "Oh, so you like milk, mister?"
Angor's expression darkened. Gourmet Wizards really made things difficult. Angor forced himself to smile. He couldn't deny his taste buds now, so he had to face it with a smile.
"Do you want to eat this?" Greya held up a plate of round, metallic objects and looked like she was going to share them with Angor.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
