Chapter 29 29 He Is the True Ancestor of the Blood Race!

Chapter 29 -29- He is the true ancestor of the blood race!

In the west of Boulder City, the abandoned city area.

Since the horrifying disaster of the Flame Demon ten years ago, this place has been designated by the Holy King Court as a restricted area that ordinary people cannot enter.

Ten years have passed, and the most powerful monsters have long been cleared by the Demon Hunting Institute and the Judgment Institute. The once terrifying memories have gradually been forgotten, and only exist in the memories of those who experienced it when chatting.

Although the dark erosion pollution still exists in some dark corners, with the continuous development of urban commerce and handicrafts in recent years, the citizen class has become stronger, and wanderers and free people have also poured into the expanding city in large numbers. Now this place has become a paradise in the darkness of Boulder City.

In the northwest of the abandoned city area, at the junction with the outer city area.

This is the largest slum in Boulder City and the place with the highest population density.

Most of the people living here are hired workers in various simple workshops in the western city, servants of small nobles and wealthy households, free mercenaries eager to make a fortune, farmers and free tenants who have lost their land due to the enclosure of nobles in recent years, as well as robbers, thieves, beggars, etc.

This is also the favorite place of cultists.

A luxurious carriage slowly passed by on the dirty, chaotic, bumpy and muddy streets.

Seeing the red rose pattern on the side of the carriage, the numb pedestrians on the street lowered their heads, panicked and dodged to both sides, and then saluted.

This is the carriage of the Rose Society, the largest underground gang in Boulder City.

In the abandoned city, the Rose Society is the sky, and its influence is almost equal to that of the Holy King's Court.

The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated hut.

The door opened, and two beautiful animal-eared maids got off and laid a red carpet on the muddy ground until the door of the house.

Sebastian, a slender man in a black tuxedo, white gloves, and holding a gorgeous noble cane, stepped down from the carriage gracefully.

When he arrived in front of the cottage, he stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door creaked open, and a beautiful girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old poked her head out vigilantly.

She had beautiful long brown hair and a pair of snow-white waves that were completely inconsistent with her age. She was wearing a shabby maid outfit full of patches, and her strange red-gold pupils were full of caution.

Seeing the girl, Sebastian smiled slightly and conjured a rose:

"Good afternoon, beautiful Miss Reina, do you remember me?"

"Bang!"

The door was closed instantly.

Sebastian:...

He twitched the corner of his mouth, put down the rose, and knocked on the door again:

"Miss Reina, I'm here to visit Ms. Anna, please open the door."

The door didn't move at all.

Sebastian was helpless.

He cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Ms. Anna, I am Sebastian, the president of the Rose Society. I am here to visit you and have something important to discuss with you!"

Silence...

Until a moment later, the door opened a little again with a "creak--" sound.

The girl named Reina looked at Sebastian warily, and her red-gold pupils still carried the vigilance of a small animal.

"Reina, let him in."

The old voice came from the hut with a distant sigh.

Reina looked behind her, then nodded obediently and silently opened the door.

"Thank you, Miss Reina."

Sebastian smiled brightly and entered the hut gracefully.

Inside the house, the light was dim.

An elderly, skinny old woman was sitting on a recliner, drowsy.

Feeling Sebastian approaching, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pale and turbid eyes:

"Sir Sebastian, I should have said, don't bother me anymore."

The old woman's voice was old and calm, with a hint of helplessness.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned.

She stared blankly at the top of Sebastian's head, and a light flashed in her turbid eyes.

Gradually, her eyes opened wider and wider, and she couldn't help but stand up from the recliner, as if she had seen something incredible.

She stretched out her dry arms towards Sebastian, as if trying to grab something. Her old voice suddenly began to tremble:

"Scarlet!"

"I saw blood-like scarlet!"

"The golden sun fell into the eternal darkness..."

"The scarlet blood moon rose in the dazzling brilliance!"

"The rose held up the rose..."

"The blood moon held up the throne!"

"This... this is..."

"Fire!"

"This is fire!"

"The fire is burning! The fire is spreading! The flames... engulf everything!"

"Then..."

"Everything was born again!"

The old woman shouted hoarsely, as if she was crazy.

Her crazy appearance scared the young girl Reina and Sebastian.

As she shouted, the light and darkness in the whole cabin changed, flickering, and the fierce strange wind blew the wooden house creaking...

Sebastian's expression became solemn almost instantly.

He knew that the other party's prescient eye saw the prophecy again.

The old woman's madness lasted for a long time.

It was not until a long time later that everything returned to calm.

She sat down on the recliner again, looking quite tired and even older.

After a moment, she raised her head again, her cloudy and pale eyes looking straight at Sebastian:

"Sir Sebastian..."

"Can you tell me what happened to you?"

"Why did your appearance trigger my foresight again?"

"Your fate seems to have changed drastically... I can't see through your future anymore!"

"What did you... encounter?"

Looking at the old woman's pale eyes, Sebastian's heart was beating wildly.

Of course he knew what he had encountered.

But... he didn't expect that his visit again would cause such a big reaction from the other party!

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said:

"Ms. Anna."

"I'm here to thank you. Your previous prediction came true."

"I really found the opportunity to lift the curse through the cursed pages!"

"This is my reward, please accept it..."

As he said, he took out a small and gorgeous ring from his arms and respectfully placed it in front of the old lady.

The old woman didn't even look at the ring.

She looked at Sebastian quietly, with a glimmer in her pale eyes.

After a moment, she suddenly said:

"So... the source of everything is the opportunity you found?"

Sebastian smiled but said nothing.

The old woman was silent.

After a long time, she sighed:

"Forget it. If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

"I am old and can't stand the tossing."

"Think about it carefully. The less you know about some things, the happier you will be..."

At this point, the old woman gestured to the young girl Reina to accept the ring.

Then, she said calmly:

"Now, what do you want to ask me this time?"

Sebastian smiled.

He sat down next to the old woman's recliner, conjured up a goblet filled with red wine, and drank it elegantly.

Then, she smiled and said:

"This time, it is actually related to the last prophecy."

"I know you are very knowledgeable and your research on the blood race is extremely in-depth."

"I would like to ask you about the origin of the cursed pages..."

After hearing Sebastian's words, the old woman looked at him meaningfully:

"Why are you asking these questions?"

"Maybe... you are more interested in the origin of the cursed pages?"

Sebastian took a sip of red wine and smiled.

The old woman snorted, obviously not believing it.

After a moment, she said:

"The cursed pages were once a blood clan artifact. To be more precise... when all the cursed pages are closed, it is a blood clan artifact."

"That is the blood clan's oldest artifact and the most mysterious artifact."

"No one knows what the artifact does, including the blood clan. All who know the existence of the artifact only know that it records all the blood clan's heritage..."

"Of course, after being destroyed, the heritage has been cursed. Mortals will be polluted if they get it, and the gods will regard it as a chicken rib... The cursed pages are only left with corruption and curse."

"And when this artifact was intact, it once had an ancient and resounding name..."

As she said this, the old woman looked directly at Sebastian and said in a deep voice:

"Blood... Holy Book!"

"Blood Holy Book..."

Sebastian chewed on the name, thinking.

He straightened his face and asked solemnly:

"So... who is its owner?"

"Why are you asking this?"

The old woman did not answer, but suddenly asked back.

"Just curious."

Sebastian took a sip of red wine and rubbed his fingers slightly.

The old woman smiled.

She looked at Sebastian meaningfully and shook her head:

"Sir Sebastian, I wonder if you know that when you lie, you always like to rub your fingers subconsciously."

Sebastian's movements froze instantly, and his smile froze a little.

However, the old woman did not dwell on it, but sighed and said:

"As for who the owner of the Holy Book of Blood is... Although this matter has almost become a lost secret, it happens that... I know it."

As she spoke, her expression gradually became solemn:

"Sir Sebastian, I have a question to ask you first."

"Please ask."

Sebastian smiled.

The old woman paused, and suddenly said:

"Sir Sebastian, what kind of artifact do you think can be called a holy book?"

Sebastian smiled:

"The holy book... is naturally a sacred book left by a sacred being, which is a common name in the church."

"In the church, the being who left the holy book must be a great god, and must be the main god of the church."

"Then... what about a race?"

The old woman asked leisurely.

"Race? That's naturally..."

Sebastian was stunned.

He was slightly stunned, as if a thunder had sounded in his mind, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the whole person stood up almost subconsciously.

The old woman continued to say what he said:

"For a race, it is naturally the most sacred and ancient existence in the race."

"For example... the creator of the race."

"For example, the origin and ancestor of the race..."

At this point, the old woman looked at Sebastian faintly:

"Sir Sebastian..."

"Now, do you know who the owner of the cursed page is?"

Sebastian no longer knew what the old woman was talking about.

Because at this moment, there was only one roaring voice in his mind:

"True Ancestor!"

"It's the True Ancestor!"

"The most sacred and ancient existence, the source of all blood descendants!"

"Mrs. Dark Night is not a demigod, not a blood clan prince!"

"He is the master of the Holy Book of Blood, He... is the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan!"

"He is the true god!"

"He is a... true god!"

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