Byron Kingdom, Enlightenment Port.
It's night time.
On the main commercial street on the seaside, there is a large cheap bar with bright lights, bustling noises, and almost all seats are occupied.
The hall, decorated in an old style, was filled with lower-middle-class civilians wearing thick, dark leather coats and felt hats. They were drinking and having fun here to kill time during the cold winter.
In the corner, a man was sitting alone.
He was wearing a thin dark green smock and a grey hat with a raised brim on his head. His messy long brown hair fell down, which matched the stubble on his chin.
But for some reason, no one seemed to notice him.
Even those drinkers who were in a hurry and walking unsteadily would naturally avoid this table, just like an instinctive reaction of the body.
"Lord of all disasters from ancient times to the present, born in the primeval green, great but restrained emerald bird, please listen to the prayers of your believers and bestow your blessings..."
The man murmured pious words.
A vintage lantern standing on the table in front of me was quietly emitting a dark emerald green light.
A drunk who had just walked out of the tavern was hit by a passing carriage with a bang. The slipping wheels ran over him without him even being able to scream. A horrifying and eye-catching bloodstain was left on the snow.
"Jingyao! Someone was hit by a carriage!"
"Oh, poor Sadie!"
"Go out and check, don't let that guy die in front of my tavern!"
There was an uproar in the pub.
There were terrified shouts outside the door, accompanied by the neighing of frightened horses, followed by a series of clanging sounds... It seemed that the carriage had overturned and had a secondary accident.
Several waitresses screamed in panic, but were interrupted by the shouts of the rough men.
The man in the corner was not affected at all. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up a glass of liquor on the table, drank it all, and exhaled a breath of refreshing white air.
When the green light of the lantern gradually dissipated, a simple ring was left on the table. It was inlaid with a cheap-looking square emerald in the middle and engraved with an oblique cross pattern.
"When the Mitchell family's hope is fulfilled, they are forced to awaken their ancestor—the angel of the earth, 'The Past', who only left a few words in the long river of history but held a pivotal position... the ceremony will give me great feedback, which will definitely help me advance to Sequence Three."
The man grabbed the ring on the table, stood up with the lantern, and strode out of the tavern.
He glanced coldly at the chaotic scene around him, walked straight to the nearby pier, and looked out at the quiet and dark sea under the night sky.
"I, Sigmund, will start from this perfect script and ascend to the eternal throne step by step."
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Foggy sea, deserted island.
Raphael, who was sitting by the campfire, was shocked. He looked at the burly man with the silver pot head beside him and was speechless for a long time.
Finally, he said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"What should I do? Your Majesty, Fren..."
"Just lie down and take a nap."
Fren laughed.
"I will enter your dream and meet your ancestors in person... It is said that His Majesty Sid Mitchell took away a snake from His Majesty Jackspeight, saying that the cemetery was too deserted and he hoped to have more life to keep it company."
“?!”
Raphael's eyes were filled with shock.
It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that the little white snake he saw in his dream originated from His Majesty Jackspeight!
His ancestor actually knew the white-scaled dragon
But haven’t our ancestors been sleeping all this time
Thinking of this, Raphael couldn't help but lower his head slightly, forcing himself to withdraw his distracting thoughts. He knew that what he should do now was to listen to His Majesty Fren and fall asleep as soon as possible.
This is a rare opportunity. Maybe from now on, I won't have to worry about being troubled by nightmares and losing control anymore...
"Okay, Your Majesty, I understand."
Raphael glanced at everyone. His good friend Felice Anno gave him an encouraging look. Even Polaris Lucy and others had smiles on their faces.
He nodded to everyone, then took a deep breath and slowly lay down on the cold ground.
The warmth from the campfire poured down on Raphael, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, and made him feel comfortable. He fell asleep quietly in just a few breaths.
In his dream, he came to the cemetery again.
A circle of ancient Byronic-style iron fence surrounds the entire cemetery in a square shape. Looking inside through the gaps in the fence, one can see crooked stone tombstones.
Raphael stepped onto the stone steps, pushed open the door, and was about to go in.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw a shirtless man with a silver pot head standing beside him.
"Your Majesty Fren..."
"Just wait here for a while, I'll be back soon."
A hearty sound came from the silver pot.
As Fren said this, he walked in carrying the great cross sword on his back.
Raphael watched at the door until the sturdy man's back gradually disappeared in the hazy sight, then he slowly let out a breath.
At the same time, a hope arose in my heart.
Fren strode along the stone path of the cemetery. On both sides of his sight were nameless tombstones and graves. Right in front of him, there was a huge coffin lying horizontally, with a small white snake coiled on it.
When Fulun approached the coffin, the little white snake naturally came closer and clung to his arm. The close connection of flesh and blood came from it, but most of the information was missing.
'It is indeed the angel who lives in seclusion in Saint Ai's Land... the former guest Sid Mitchell.'
He thought to himself.
At this moment, a burst of off-tune humming was heard. Fren was stunned at first, then he stepped over the coffin and walked deeper into the cemetery.
Soon, after passing through two huge stone tablets that blocked his view, he saw a young man in a khaki cloak dancing with a skeleton in a tuxedo in his arms in a spacious open space.
On both sides stood two skeleton bands, dressed in fancy clothes, playing harps or shaking strange tinkling instruments.
The scene looked indescribably strange.
With Fren's arrival, the humming and music stopped abruptly.
The young man stopped dancing, turned around with a smile.
She had long brown hair that was very similar to Raphael's, but it was waist-length and the ends were curled up. Her overall look looked extremely retro.
"Welcome, guests from afar."
The young man spoke passionately, pushing his "dance partner" away from him.
The skeleton seemed to have life. It took two steps back, lifted its skirt to salute, and walked away with the band next to it. Then it jumped into its own grave and disappeared.
"This should be the second time we meet, Jack."
The young man walked over slowly and said with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, Your Majesty, the last time was in Saint Ai's Town... But strictly speaking, we have never met."
Fulun... Now it was Chen Lun's true consciousness that took over. He bowed and spoke respectfully.
Sid walked in front of Chen Lun. Because he was a little short, he had to look up at him, and the smile on his face became even broader.
"Your little snakes are cute and energetic, I like them very much... I'll leave two more of them here to keep me company this time."
Chen Lun was stunned at first, secretly wondering if this angel had any unique hobbies.
He immediately lowered his head and agreed.
"As you wish."
As he spoke, Chen Lun raised his hand, and dozens of white snakes emerged from his palm, wrapped around his arm, crawled down, and landed on the open space.
Sid squatted down and let the white snake crawl onto her body, then stood up and waved at Chen Lun.
"Okay Jack, you can go now."
"Um?"
Chen Lun stood there in a daze, watching Sid turn and walk away.
He suddenly felt that the temperament of the angel in front of him was really hard to understand, and communicating with him was quite difficult.
"Your Majesty Sid, among your family's descendants, the young man named Raphael has inherited a trace of your mythological bloodline... This is also the reason why I was able to come here to see you through his dream."
Chen Lun spoke in a deep voice.
Sid walked on without stopping and said without turning his head:
"I know... But I no longer care about the rise and fall of the Mitchell family, or the life and death of their descendants. They should obey the changing times and follow the arrangement of fate, instead of attributing the cause of their decline to the so-called 'slumber of their ancestors'."
Chen Lun raised his eyebrows.
He understood one thing from the other party's indifferent words, that is, the Mitchell family seemed to have misunderstood something...
In fact, His Majesty Sid was not asleep at all, but was just living in seclusion in the land of Saint Ai, unwilling to pay attention to his descendants.
It's just that Raphael's elders are being sentimental.
The so-called "awakening the ancestors" and reviving the Mitchell family is nothing more than their wishful thinking...
Raphael's situation was even worse.
Although he was fortunate enough to inherit a trace of the mythical bloodline of His Majesty Theed, the gift of fate had already been secretly marked with a price. It was because of the mysterious connection of blood that Raphael dreamed of this cemetery every night, and if he was not careful, he would be corroded by the pollution unintentionally emitted by his ancestors.
If Raphael does not get promoted to a high position, sooner or later he will lose control and die.
Chen Lun felt a little unwilling as he watched Sid about to leave.
He originally just planned to come over to contact this earth angel and see how things were going... If he was easy to get along with, he would do everything he could to improve his impression of him. If he was not, it didn't matter. After all, "Fren" was just an incarnation. If it was destroyed, it was destroyed. It would only cost a few thousand Sanity points.
Wait for a few days for the cooldown to be over, then create it again.
But now it is basically certain that although Xike’s attitude towards me is not very good, it is not disgusting either, and is neutral.
This indirectly told Chen Lun that this was an excellent candidate for an "ally"... His ultimate goal in the future was to kill the Seven Gods, so the more high-ranking allies he had, the higher the success rate would be, and the safer it would be!
Thinking of this, Chen Lun had an idea and said quickly:
"Your Majesty Sid, someone is plotting against you behind the scenes."
This time, Sid Mitchell finally stopped.
However, the other party turned around and just smiled with narrowed eyes:
"It doesn't matter."
"… "
Chen Lun was suddenly speechless.
He originally thought that the other party would be angry about this, so he could take the opportunity to offer to help deal with the guy and thus gain the favor of the former customer.
But I didn't expect this angel to be so indifferent.
"He is just a clown who can't even see the true face of things. He wants to use my 'awakening' as the key to the ritual, so as to gain feedback and promotion..."
Sid put his hands behind his back, shook his head and smiled.
The tone of her voice when she said "clown" seemed to indicate not only the name of the sequence, but also a pun.
"Because of a wrong intelligence, a poorly planned script was planned. This is a ceremony that is doomed to fail. Let it go."