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Chapter 171 The Council of Elders
Chapter 171 The Council of Elders
Drops of bright red blood fell onto the metal box engraved with mysterious and intricate patterns, making a tapping sound as Sirion tapped his fingers.
A deep blue light rippled from his fingertips, like ripples on a calm lake.
A few breaths later, Cyril's tapping motion suddenly stopped.
pat!
The metal box opened with a click.
Cyril peered inside; the box contained less than he had expected, only a badge made of an unknown metal, composed of stacked gates, and a few pieces of slightly yellowed parchment.
He exchanged a glance with Irving, handed him the opened metal box, then leaned back on the sofa, gazing absently at the smog-shrouded sky outside the window.
But if you don't try, the only outcome will be failure...
But even if I try, will I be able to find my way home? This isn't just a matter of space and time...
As his thoughts wandered, a hand holding a badge suddenly reached out in front of him and waved it a few times.
Coming to her senses, Cyril looked at Owen, who had moved closer to her, and asked in confusion:
"You finished reading those few pages so quickly?"
Owen shook his head matter-of-factly: "Of course not, I was just showing you the crest of our Abraham family."
How about it, handsome, right?
"It is said that this is not just a badge, but also has some mystical significance, and can be used as part of a ritual to connect with the most powerful ancestor of our Abraham family."
As he spoke, his face suddenly fell: "Unfortunately, that was back in the Fourth Epoch."
"Right now, it's just a magical artifact with negative effects. During the full moon, wearing it will make you hear that terrifying voice even more clearly."
After a two-second silence, Sirion commented:
"If you ever feel like you don't want to live anymore, you can consider using it to commit suicide."
"That day will probably never come."
Owen curled his lip and casually tossed the Abraham family crest to Sirion, who caught it easily and examined it curiously.
The badge was heavier than he had expected, and it also emanated a faint spiritual aura, suggesting... it wasn't made of metal from this planet.
After turning the badge around and looking at it several times, he asked curiously:
Do you know what materials were used to make this badge?
"Huh? I don't know." Owen shook his head in confusion, then after a moment's thought, he said:
"If the stories my father told me before were not fabricated, the materials used to make the badges may have come from the stars."
"It is said that during the Quaternary period, some of our Abraham family's powerful ancestors were able to travel freely between this world and the starry universe, so the family's treasure trove contains many things from the stars."
"This includes special crystals, minerals, bones, and even occult knowledge."
"Are you interested in these? I can contact the elders and ask them for you."
After saying that, he buried his head in reading the contents of the parchment in his hand:
To the descendants of Abraham who are reading this letter, though I do not know which generation of my descendants you are, since you have chosen the path of the extraordinary, you must bear the heavy burden of the family.
I don't expect you to regain Abraham's glory; that's too unrealistic. My peers and elders and I all failed. My only surviving child also chose cowardice and to be an ordinary person. Your choice to become extraordinary in such an environment is already a sign of courage.
You may already know this, or you may not, but I need to tell you that Sequence 7 is our apex.
Even if we go up just one more sequence, we will collapse and die from hearing more and clearer full moon eating words.
Ten minutes later, Owen folded the parchment and put it back in the metal box, then looked at Sir Ryan and asked:
"I already know how to contact the Elders; it's a spell to summon a mystical messenger. What do you think I should write in the first letter?"
Lying back on the sofa, Sirion calmly said:
"Your name, your current situation, and your address."
"The rest is up to your Abraham family elders' council to investigate and make contact."
"That makes sense." Irving nodded, then added:
"Then stay a little longer. I'm a little nervous and worried about summoning the messenger from the mysterious world for the first time."
"Fine then." Sirien nodded helplessly.
Half an hour later, after repeated revisions, Irving finally finished writing his first letter to the Presbyterian Church.
He then set up the ritual to summon the messenger according to the instructions on the parchment...
After dripping essential oil onto the lit candle and sprinkling herbal powder, he quickly stood up, took a half step back, and whispered in ancient Hermes:
"A spirit wandering in illusion, a friendly creature that can be commanded, a contractual partner unique to Verdu Garcia."
Boom~
The flickering candlelight suddenly surged, shooting up more than two meters high, and a crack-like vortex appeared in the eerie green light.
Beyond the vortex lies a vibrant tapestry of colors, as if connecting to another world.
The next second, a huge, furry, blue, ball-shaped creature barely squeezed out from behind the crack.
It lacks conventional organs such as eyes and mouth, but on its "spherical" side, there are three arc-shaped openings, two small and one large, overflowing with a faint blue hue, resembling a simple line drawing of a smiling face.
A blue ball, nearly two meters in diameter, floated up and down in the air, making a whistling sound as the wind blew through the canyon.
"And then what?" Owen looked to Sir Ryan for help.
The latter shrugged slightly: "Just hand it the letter you've written."
Owen did as instructed, and the "blue ball" floating in mid-air then drifted down a bit. Its blue fur suddenly swelled up, wrapped around the letter in Owen's hand, hid in its fur, and then squeezed back into the gap created by the summoning ritual.
As the "blue ball" left, the light in the room instantly brightened, and the chilly feeling disappeared.
Owen looked at Cyril with a hint of disappointment: "Is that all?"
Cyril gave him a look that said, "What else do you want?"
"If you think this is too easy, you can summon the messenger a few more times. It should be happy to do this kind of thing that earns spiritual energy."
In Constance, Middle Sea County, at a manor house with a windmill.
A middle-aged man with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a well-fitting suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like a university professor, suddenly stopped.
I turned my head to look at the half-open carved glass window next to me.
A blue shadow gradually magnified in the mirror-like surface of the glass until it became a sphere with a diameter of nearly two meters that squeezed out of the window frame.
The "blue ball" circled the middle-aged man twice, dropped a folded piece of paper, and then floated towards the glass window.
A middle-aged man, who looked like a university professor, reached out and caught the letter that was fluttering down, and casually asked:
"Who sent the letter?"
"Chirp~ Chirp~"
"Two strangers, one of whom has a similar aura to me... Could they be members of the Abraham family who lost contact after we were separated?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man adjusted the glasses perched on his nose and then unfolded the letter in front of him.
His expression gradually changed from relaxed to serious, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
"Family members who have re-chosen the Extraordinary path have found a way to resolve the curse of their bloodline?"
He held the letter in his hand and read it over and over again. If it weren't for his spiritual intuition not giving him a sense of danger, he would have teleported away the moment he saw the contents of the letter.
The credibility of such a statement from someone who is barely able to contact a member of the family elders is really low.
After a two-second silence, he reached into his pocket and took out a crystal ball about half the size of his fist, then gently pressed his hand on it.
The dazzling starlight inside the crystal ball shimmered continuously, outlining one mysterious and strange symbol after another.
A few seconds later, he pulled his hand off the crystal ball and looked again at the letter his messenger had brought.
"No danger..."
"An unchanging destiny has been disrupted by unpredictable waves, which may turn for the better or for the worse."
As he murmured, he gently rubbed his fingers together, and the letter in his hand was instantly ignited, turning to ashes within two seconds.
After burning the letter, he raised his right hand, which was holding the crystal ball, slightly.
The crystal ball shimmered brilliantly before shattering in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
After finishing these tasks, he quickly walked to his desk and picked up a pen and paper.
He hesitated for two seconds on the paper, sighed, and put the pen down.
"For now, let's not contact the other members of the Elders' Council. If there's something wrong with this Abraham member, it's better for me to investigate alone than for us all to fall into a trap together."
"The Abrahams of today can no longer withstand any more blows."
After whispering, he rummaged through the corner of the room and found a carry-on suitcase, and began packing.
He was going to Backlund to meet in person the Abraham family member who had reconnected with the Presbyterian Church.
In the land forsaken by God, in the darkness where lightning strikes frequently.
On the rocks where black waves crashed, Amon, dressed in a black classical robe and wearing a matching pointed soft hat, suddenly looked up at the sky where black and silver alternated.
"I think I sensed something, a vague future... and destiny..."
"Perhaps we should go and steal something from the giant snake?"