landbeastnovel Chapter 237 Gossip's "Audience" Old Dragon
Chapter 237 Gossip's "Audience" Old Dragon
Chapter 237 Old Dragon, the Gossip's "Audience"
"A spirit that roams the upper realms, a friendly creature that can be commanded, a messenger exclusively for Randolph Carter."
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As the incantation was chanted, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, and the flickering candlelight in the center of the ceremony was tinged with a ghostly green. As the swirling air currents expanded and stretched, it eventually formed a dim and illusory portal.
Harvin stared at the portal created by the ritual power with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness... He wondered what the messenger from the mysterious world would look like.
After waiting for a while, the dark and illusory portal remained unchanged, and no one emerged from it.
Harvin's expression shifted from curiosity to bewilderment. He wasn't sure if his ritual had failed or if the messenger Cyril hadn't wanted to respond.
"Where did something go wrong? Shall we try again?"
He muttered something under his breath, then turned to look at the wall clock, wondering if he had chosen the wrong time to hold the ceremony.
He didn't know much about the mysticism of rituals, but he vaguely remembered hearing that in the mystical realm, different dates and times have different meanings and are suitable for different rituals.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw an old man with long hair and beard, his whole body was gray, and his face was as withered as rotten wood, quietly and silently watching him from the side.
He instinctively took a step back, but suddenly felt no sense of vigilance. He even felt a strong urge to confide in the other person.
He pursed his lips, then mustered his courage and asked, "Who are you?"
The withered old man, his body covered in gray, smiled gently:
"Didn't you just summon me through that ritual?"
"Me? You...:" Ha Wen's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You're the messenger Cyril mentioned?"
"Aren't spirit beings supposed to look strange? Why do you look... well, you do look a little strange."
As he was speaking, he stopped talking and gave the other person an awkward smile.
This old messenger seemed to possess a strange charm; upon seeing him, one couldn't help but want to confide in him and say more.
The old man didn't seem to mind, and instead extended his hand to him: "Give me the letter you want to send."
"OK."
Ha Wen spoke briefly, then shut her mouth, worried that she might accidentally say something offensive again.
After handing the letter to Sirion to the old messenger, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:
"Sir, when did you respond to the ceremony? Why didn't I notice it at all?"
The old messenger, Erdfana, calmly replied, "In the beginning."
"I've been watching you from the sidelines, waiting for you to start a conversation with me."
Ha Wen lowered her head somewhat awkwardly: "Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you."
Erdfana shook her head slightly: "I'm used to it."
With that, he turned and walked toward the dark portal created by the ritual.
Before leaving, he suddenly stopped and glanced at a mechanical instrument in the room with a smooth surface that could reflect a person's image.
Harvin followed his gaze and looked behind him curiously, but found nothing. He turned around to ask, but the dark portal created by the ritual had disappeared, and the ritual to summon the messenger had ended.
He scratched the back of his head and muttered under his breath:
"He's a truly mysterious and eccentric old gentleman."
"Well, the messengers seem to be spirit beings. The human figures I saw might just be disguises, so it's normal that they look a bit strange."
"If a human could age to this extent, they would probably have to stay in a hospital to prolong their last bit of life."
In a mirror world where countless dark and illusory paths intertwine, Clarice, dressed in an elaborate black dress, stares grimly at the endless corridor around her.
She had tried many times, but still couldn't break through this dream maze.
Recalling the pair of pale golden eyes she saw before falling into the dream labyrinth, she felt her spirit tremble uncontrollably.
"That wasn't a messenger at all; it was an angel walking on earth!"
"She is definitely not an ordinary angel. I have never felt such a terrifying sense of oppression from a witch of a higher rank."
"That feeling reminds me of... the primordial era?"
Shaking her head, she gathered her thoughts, clasped her hands together, and respectfully recited a respectful name:
"The source of all calamities, the symbol of destruction and the end of the world, the witch who rules over chaos."
"Your faithful follower begs for your help, for your assistance in freeing me from this labyrinth of dreams."
Kami~
Crash!
As she prayed, the sound of glass cracking and shattering suddenly rang out around her.
The long, endless dream labyrinth shattered into countless tiny fragments, eventually dissolving into the surrounding gloom. On the White Agate, after drawing a complete family portrait for Elena and her family, Cyril, who had just pushed open the door and returned to his newly chosen room, paused, gazing intently at the window.
With his entire body ashen and his face withered and decaying, Erdfana stood by the window, his pale golden eyes gazing at the distant sea with a look of long-forgotten memories.
He slowed his movements, closed the door behind him, glanced at Steve pretending to be a quail in the painting, and then asked:
Do you like the sea?
"No, it's just that I haven't been close to the sea for over a thousand years, so seeing it now inevitably brings back some memories."
As they were talking, Erdfana quietly walked up to him and handed him a folded piece of paper.
Cyril took the letter and unfolded it in front of him, shaking it as he did so.
It was a letter from Havin, informing him that Clarice had come to his house to see him today, and also reminding him that this beautiful lady seemed to be more than he appeared, and to be careful.
The letter contained very little information, which he read quickly. Then he looked up at Erdfana.
Before he could ask, the latter spoke up:
"I saw that witch. She's a descendant of the 'Primal Witch,' very young, but not very polite."
"I trapped her in a dream labyrinth, but soon she prayed to the 'Primal Witch,' whose power destroyed the dream labyrinth I had created."
...Then she's pretty unlucky too.
However, after this incident, she probably won't show up at my house so casually anymore, which is a good thing.
Composing himself, he looked at Erdfana and asked curiously:
What do you know about the "Primal Witch"?
Erdfana shook her head slightly: "I don't know much about her, I only know that she used to be him."
"Later he associated with Aristotle, but then killed Aristotle in the war between the Four Emperors and cursed all his bloodline descendants to death."
"Afterwards, he took Alistair's relics to Salinger, the 'Grim Reaper' who ruled the southern continent at the time, and together with the 'Grim Reaper', he caused the Pale Disaster, but was defeated by the Seven Gods and shrank back into the Mirror World after being seriously injured."
...Um, you know quite a lot, but why does it always sound like gossip?
Lost in thought, Erdfana suddenly looked at him, smiled, and asked:
"Do you know what one of the auxiliary materials is needed for the 'Doomsday Witch' from Sequence 1 to advance to Sequence 0?"
After a moment's thought, Cyril replied uncertainly, "At least a third or half of the mirror world?"
A hint of helplessness flashed in Erdfana's pale eyes, and then he said:
"That's one of them, but there's another one."
"What is it?" Sirion asked earnestly, eager to please.
Erdfana wore a satisfied smile and then said:
"The other auxiliary material needed for Witch Promotion Sequence 0 is a true love from oneself."
He paused, then added, "Chik's promotion to Sequence 0 occurred before he started hanging out with Alistair."
"Chik is the name of the 'Primal Witch,' you'd better not pronounce it or even think about it."
"That's really..."
Cyril opened his mouth, unsure whether to criticize the "Primal Witch" or the gossipy "spectator" in front of him.
Old Dragon.
After a two-second silence, he chose to skip the topic:
"Mr. Erdfana, how should I pay you for delivering the message?"
Erdfana waved his hand magnanimously: "Accumulate it first. Once you become a demigod, you will be able to actively control that kind of highly corrupting substance."
"No problem, I'll write it down."
Cyril nodded slightly, and when he looked up again, Erdfana's figure had already disappeared from the room.
After confirming that Erdfana had left, he turned his head to look at the scroll hanging on the wall:
"When did he arrive?"
In the painting, Steve ponders for a moment, then shakes his head blankly.
"I'm sorry, Master, I don't remember when that powerful, wise, and learned angel appeared."
He reminded him, somewhat speechlessly, "He's already gone."
Steve replied, laughing and crying at the same time, "I know, but I just can't help exaggerating."
"Great and benevolent master, it seems that I have been psychologically influenced by that powerful angel."