Chapter 684 The Painful Heir

The architectural style of Iran's magic world is roughly derived from the ancient aggressive cottage empire-Persia, which is undoubtedly the most prosperous period that local wizards most yearn for.

Because of this, in the area where Iranian wizards lived, many traces of styles from ancient Egypt, ancient Greece and even ancient Babylon can still be seen.

Of course, in fact, it was precisely because the Persian wizards at that time interfered too much with the political and military power of the Muggles, which completely aroused the dissatisfaction of the wizards in the surrounding countries, and eventually led to the overlapping of dynasties in the Persian Empire, which was almost "rising at night and dying at night".

Although their treatment of Muggle subjects is actually not as cruel as people imagine.

In any case, that was all in the past, and no one can tell what exactly happened that year.

If you want to evaluate the current Iranian magic world, you still have to focus on the present after all.

For example, what Maca and the others are going to at this time is the largest pure wizard residence in the Iranian magic world. And just to the east of this street full of khaki stone pillars, round pointed houses and various wall reliefs, a temple palace with a typical Greek style is quite eye-catching.

The Iranian magic circle is one of the few magic circles in the magic world today that still has church organizations.

However, unlike the Muggles, just like the Druids that were once popular in the wizarding world, the wizard's church does not have so-called god beliefs, but only worships ancestors or nature.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the palace surrounded by striped stone pillars, an old man with a withered face wearing a gray-white robe, a crown on his head and a long staff in his hand is sitting on a white carved stone platform, slightly closed The eyes remained motionless. If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, everyone would have thought he was dead.

And on the left and right sides of the stone platform, more than a dozen wizards in uniform robes all stood with their eyes down, and no one said anything.

a little further outside,

It is the outsiders gathered in this hall. A small half of them are Indian wizards with turbans and red dots between their brows, while most of the rest are small groups of scattered people from different countries.

At this moment, the hall was very dark, only a few braziers on the pillars were burning with flames, and the flickering flames blurred the crowd in the hall.

But even though so many wizards have gathered here, even though they are basically people who have never met, none of them spoke from the beginning to the end. Like the believers in the deepest part of the hall, they kept silent all the time, as if they were quietly waiting for something.

Suddenly, the few flames in the brazier jumped together, causing everyone in the hall to raise their heads. In the indistinct darkness, nearly two hundred pairs of eyes all cast their gazes to the deepest part of the hall.

"……cough."

On the carved stone platform, the old man suddenly coughed dryly, causing his whole body to tremble. And at the next moment, those flames danced again, as if something was pulling them at the same time.

It was at this moment that the old man's half-closed eyes slowly opened.

"Evil... Evil is pervasive... Many great crimes have already appeared... Looking for the key... Opening the door... Looking for... the key..."

Those eyes were erratic and lifeless, and that voice was hoarse and distorted, but no one dared to ignore those intermittent words.

Yes, even Maca, who was standing in the shadows outside the temple door, was listening attentively, not wanting to miss a single word. Fortunately for him, the prophecy was spoken in Old Persian, the standard phonetic notation of Sumerian cuneiform. If it were spoken in Persian, which is popularized by modern Iranians, he would not be able to understand a single word...

Just now, Maca fumbled all the way here. On the way to this hall, he, Lupine and Sirius naturally passed by many wizard guards.

Right now, the other two were leaving here with two wizards who looked like little leaders, and went to a place where no one was around to ask questions.

Maca, on the other hand, went all the way to the outside of the innermost palace, intending to see the situation first.

"It's the so-called 'crime' again..." He leaned against the wall, thinking silently, "It seems that the person talking inside should be a guy with the blood of a prophet like Professor Trelawney... But, the key? The door? What does this refer to?"

However, the old man deep in the hall was obviously much more capable than Trilawney. At least he is not like the latter, except for his unstable prophecy ability, he is only a fool.

Just as Maca was secretly chewing those words, there was another coughing sound in the hall, and it was much louder than before.

Immediately afterwards, the red flame in the brazier jumped for the third time.

"... Pain... an incomparably cruel edge... a sharp blade that humiliates the soul... the successor of pain! Close... very close... very close!"

The hoarse voice of the old man became louder and louder, and at the end it was even close to a roar, as if he wanted to cut his own throat as well.

Then, his eyes suddenly recovered, and then he slammed the long stick in his hand on the floor tiles under the stone platform.

"The successor to the Dagger of Pain... is just outside the gate of the temple!"

As mentioned just now, Maca didn't understand what the old prophet said now. But as the voice fell, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in the hall, making it impossible for him not to understand.

Because those footsteps were obviously coming in the direction of the door!

"Found me?" Maca wasn't too nervous, he just froze for a moment, and then quickly jumped forward, "The phrase 'the heir to pain is very near'...could it be referring to me?"

Jumping to the open space in front of the hall, he suddenly turned around, only to see that the door of the hall had been opened a crack. And the moment he looked over, a black shadow flew out from between the cracks in the door, so fast that people couldn't see the specific appearance clearly.

But Maca clearly sensed that it was also a wizard, and he had already hidden in the shadow behind the stone pillar on the left.

After one figure passed, another, equally fast and dexterous, one after another disappeared into positions that were out of sight around him. From the looks of it, these guys seemed to be planning to completely surround him.

At the same time, the main entrance of the main hall has been completely pushed open. A large number of wizards rushed out from the inside, and stood at the door, squeezing each other, all eyes on Maca.

But Maca didn't care so much, he was still frowning and thinking. Because there is a trace of memory looming in his mind, accompanied by the feeling of deja vu before, constantly stimulating his nerves.

"Oh, so it was that time..." His eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, that dagger that buried my emotions... The environment on the night of the assassination was indeed similar to what I saw today."

Of course it's not the same place, Maca still knows this, it's just that the feeling is very similar.

And it was the six black-robed wizards who rushed out of the hall just now that lit up the memory that was almost left in a corner of his heart. Their speed was abnormally fast, and at the same time, it was so fast that Maca was extremely familiar with it.

"Prophet, won't you come out and explain the situation to me?"

Maca ignored the suddenly tense atmosphere around him, and while speaking in ancient Persian, his eyes pierced into the darkest part of the palace door. On that carved stone platform, the figure of the old man sitting on it was half visible and half hidden, making it hard to see clearly.

"Successor, return the dagger of pain to my sect..."

The old man's voice echoed in the empty hall, and it became indistinct when it reached the door, but Maca could barely understand it.

However, for no reason, he said that he was the heir, and then asked him to hand over the pain dagger without saying a word.

He has already guessed what the "Dagger of Pain" is - don't say he really doesn't have one, even if the dagger is really in his hands now, will he hand it over obediently?

"Aren't you going to come out?" Maca nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll come in by myself."

If you can hear the two prophecies just now, you can already say that you have earned it. But if he could pry some explanation out of the prophet's mouth, he wouldn't mind going to extra trouble.

As soon as the words came out, there was an extra staff in his hand.

It has to be said that since the incident between Voldemort and Greenwald has passed, he has rarely used this thing. In normal life, the long stick is really inconvenient. Maybe it can be used as a crutch when you get old, but it is obviously not necessary now.

And when his staff appeared, the six black-robed cultists hiding in the corner immediately moved!

Their speed is indeed very fast, but Maca will not be slower than them. After activating the swift ability, a total of seven figures together with him passed by in an instant, and several icy streamers appeared and then disappeared, followed by a crisp crashing sound that almost formed one piece.

That's a blade! It is the afterglow of the six sharp blades bathed in the moonlight for an instant!

Modern wizards rarely use weapons other than wands. But in ancient times, when the knowledge of the elves to forge magic weapons was not lost, various weapons were also popular among wizards. Even at that time, among the wizards, there were several traditions who were good at making magic weapons.

Of course, today, the tradition of using weapons may still be vaguely remembered by sporadic groups of wizards, but magic weapons have become extremely rare treasures.

Maca was quite sure that the six sharp blades were all ordinary daggers, at best the ones with better forging techniques. Because the dagger that first came into contact with his staff was already broken.

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