West of Boulder City, abandoned urban area.
Ever since the fire demon disaster that everyone talked about ten years ago, this place has been designated by the Holy Royal Court as a restricted area that ordinary people cannot enter.
Ten years have passed, and the most powerful monsters have long been cleared away by demon hunting centers and trials. The once terrifying memories have been gradually forgotten by people, and they only exist in the reminiscences of those who experienced them.
Although undermining pollution still exists in some dark corners, with the continued development of urban commerce and handicraft industry in recent years, the citizen class has grown stronger, and wanderers and freedmen have also poured into the expanding city. Now it has become A paradise in the darkness of Boulder City.
Northwest of the abandoned city, at the junction with the outer city.
This is the largest ghetto in Boulder City and the place with the highest population density.
The vast majority of people living here are low-level workers in various simple workshops in the western city, servants of small nobles and wealthy households, free mercenaries eager to make a fortune, and those who have lost their land due to the enclosure of nobles in recent years. Peasants and free tenants, as well as robbers, thieves, beggars, etc.
This is also the favorite place for cultists.
On the dirty, chaotic, uneven mud streets, a luxurious carriage drove slowly past.
Seeing the red rose pattern on the side of the carriage, the numb-looking pedestrians on the street lowered their heads, hid in panic 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 as much as that of the Holy Royal Court.
The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated cabin.
The car door opened, and two beautiful maids with animal ears stepped down, spreading a red carpet on the muddy ground to the door of the house.
The slender Sebastian stepped out of the carriage gracefully, wearing a black tuxedo, white gloves, and holding a gorgeous aristocratic cane.
Arriving in front of the hut, he stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door.
After a moment, the door opened with a creak, and a beautiful girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old poked her head out warily.
She has beautiful long brown hair and a pair of snow-white hair that is completely inconsistent with her age. She wears a shabby maid uniform full of patches, and the strange red-gold piercings are full of caution.
Seeing the girl, Sebas smiled slightly and conjured a rose:
"Good afternoon, beautiful Miss Lena, do you still remember me?"
"Peng!"
The door was shut instantly.
Sebastian:…
He twitched the corner of his mouth, put the rose down, 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 Club. I am here to visit you and discuss important matters!"
Quiet…
It wasn't until a moment later that the door opened a small crack again with a "squeak" sound.
The girl named Rena glanced at Sebas warily, her red-gold eyes still filled with the alertness of a small animal.
"Rena, let him in."
An old voice came from the hut, with a distant sigh.
Reina glanced behind her, then nodded obediently and silently opened the door.
"Thank you, Miss Lena."
Sebastian smiled brightly and entered the hut gracefully.
Inside the house, the light is dim.
An elderly, skinny old woman was sitting on a recliner, drowsy.
Feeling Sebastian's approach, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pale and cloudy eyes:
"Sebas-dono, I should have told you not to bother me, an old woman, again."
The old woman's voice was old and calm, with a hint of helplessness.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned.
She was seen staring blankly at the top of Sebastian's head, a faint light flashing through her cloudy 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 Sebas tremblingly, as if she wanted to catch something, and her old voice suddenly began to tremble:
"Crimson!"
"I saw crimson like blood!"
"The golden sun falls into the eternal darkness..."
"The crimson blood moon rises in dazzling light!"
"The rose holder holds the rose..."
"The blood moon holds the throne high!"
"This... this is..."
"fire!"
"This is fire!"
"The fire is burning! The fire is spreading! The flames...are swallowing up everything!"
"Then… "
"Everything is born again!"
The old woman was shouting hoarsely, as if she was going crazy.
Her crazy look startled the girls Rena and Sebas.
As she shouted, the light and darkness in the entire cabin changed, flickering on and off, and the strong and strange wind made the wooden cabin creak...
Sebastian's expression became solemn almost instantly.
He knew that the other party's prophetic eyes had seen the prophecy again.
The old woman's madness lasted for a long time.
It wasn't until a long time later that everything returned to calm.
She sat down on the recliner again, looking quite tired and older.
After a moment, she raised her head again, her cloudy and pale eyes looking up to Sebastian:
"Your Excellency Sebastian..."
"Can you tell me what happened to you?"
"Why does your appearance trigger my prophetic eyes again?"
"Your destiny seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes... I can no longer see your future!"
"You...what exactly happened?"
Looking into the old woman's pale eyes, Sebastian's heart beat rapidly.
Of course he knew what he was getting into.
It's just... He didn't expect that his next visit would cause such a big reaction!
Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said:
"Ms. Anna."
"I'm here to thank you. Your previous prediction has come true."
"I really found the opportunity to lift the curse through the cursed pages!"
"This is my reward, please accept it..."
As he spoke, he took out a small and gorgeous ring from his arms and placed it respectfully in front of the old lady.
The old woman didn't look at the ring at all.
She looked at Sebastian quietly, a glimmer of light flashing in her pale eyes.
After a moment, she suddenly said:
"So... the source of everything is the opportunity you found?"
Sebastian smiled and said nothing.
The old woman was silent.
After a long time, she let out a long sigh:
"That's all. If you don't want to say it, just don't say it."
"The old woman is getting older and can't stand the trouble anymore."
"If you think about it carefully, the less you know about some things, the happier you will be..."
Having said this, the old woman motioned to the young girl Reina to accept the ring.
Then, she said calmly:
"Speaking of which, what do you want to ask when you come to me this time?"
Sebastian smiled.
He sat down next to the old woman's lounge chair, conjured up a goblet filled with red wine, and drank it gracefully.
Then, he smiled and said:
"This time, it's actually related to the last prophecy."
"I know that your knowledge is quite profound, and your research on vampires is extremely in-depth."
"I would like to ask you about the origin of the cursed pages..."
After hearing what Sebas said, the old woman gave him a meaningful look:
"Why are you asking this?"
"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 while, she said:
"The Cursed Pages were once an artifact of the Vampire Clan. To be more precise... when all the Cursed Pages are put together, they are an artifact of the Vampire Clan."
"That is the oldest artifact of the Vampire Clan and also the most mysterious artifact."
"No one knows the function of that artifact, including the Vampire Clan. Everyone who knows about the existence of that artifact only knows that it contains all the inheritance of the Vampire Clan..."
"Of course, after being destroyed, the inheritance has been cursed. Mortals will be polluted if they get it, and the gods will regard it as useless... The cursed pages are only left with corruption and curses."
"And when this artifact was intact, it once had an ancient and resounding name..."
As she spoke, the old woman looked directly at Sebastian and said in a deep voice:
"The Blood...Sacred Scripture!"
"Sacred Book of Blood..."
Sebastian chewed on the name, thoughtfully.
He straightened his expression and asked solemnly:
"So...who is its owner?"
"Why do you ask?"
The old woman did not answer, but suddenly asked.
"Just curious."
Sebastian took a sip of red wine and rubbed his fingers slightly.
The old woman smiled.
She gave Sebastian a meaningful look and shook her head:
"Sebas-don, I wonder if you know that when you lie, you always like to rub your fingers together subconsciously."
Sebastian's movements froze for a moment, and his smile froze a little.
However, the old woman did not dwell on this, but sighed softly and said:
"As for who the owner of the Blood Sacred Scripture is... Although this matter has almost become a lost secret, it just so happens... that the old lady knows."
As she spoke, her expression gradually became solemn:
"Sir Sebastian, I have a question to ask you first."
"Excuse me."
Sebastian smiled.
The old woman paused and suddenly said:
"Sir Sebastian, do you think... what kind of artifact can be called a holy book?"
Sebastian smiled:
"Sacred scriptures... are naturally sacred books left behind by divine beings. This is a commonly used name in the church."
"In the church, the being who left behind the holy scriptures must be a great god, and must be the main god of the church."
"So... what about a race?"
the old woman asked leisurely.
"Race? Of course..."
Sebastian paused.
He was stunned for a moment, as if there was a thunder in his mind, his childish eyes shrank suddenly, and he stood up almost subconsciously.
The old woman followed his words and continued:
"For a race, it is naturally the most sacred and ancient existence in the race."
"Like... the creator of the race."
"Another example is the origin and ancestor of race..."
Having said this, the old woman looked at Sebas faintly:
"Your Excellency Sebastian..."
"Now, do you know who the owner of the cursed pages is?"
Sebastian no longer knew what the old woman was talking about.
Because at this moment, there was only one voice left in his mind that kept shouting:
"True Ancestor!"
"It's the True Ancestor!"
"The most sacred and ancient existence, the source of all blood descendants!"
"Ms. Dark Night is not a demigod or a vampire prince!"
"She is the owner of the Blood Sacred Scripture, she... is the true ancestor of the Blood Clan!"
"She is a true god!"
"She is a... true god!"