Tome of Blood

West of Boulder City, abandoned city.

Since the Flame Demon Disaster that everyone talked about ten years ago, this place has been designated as a restricted area that ordinary people cannot enter by the holy royal court.

In the past ten years, the most powerful monsters have long been cleaned up by the witcher and the trial, and the horrible memories of the past have gradually been forgotten, and only exist in the memories of those who experienced them chatting.

Although 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 grown stronger, and a large number of homeless and free people have also poured into the expanding city. Now it has become A paradise in the darkness of Boulder City.

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

This is the largest slum in Boulder City and the most densely populated.

Most of the people living here are low-level employees of various simple workshops in the western urban area, servants of small nobles and wealthy households, free mercenaries eager to get rich, and those who have lost their land due to the enclosure of nobles in recent years. Farmers and free tenants, as well as robbers, thieves, beggars, etc.

This is also the favorite place for cultists.

On the dirty and chaotic, uneven muddy street, a luxurious carriage slowly passed by.

Seeing the red rose pattern on the side of the carriage, the numb pedestrians on the street lowered their heads one after another, dodged to the sides in a panic, and then saluted.

It was 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 Royal Court.

The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated hut.

The car door opened, and two beautiful maids with animal ears stepped down and spread a red carpet on the muddy ground until the door.

Wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves, the slender Sebastian gracefully stepped out of the carriage, holding a gorgeous aristocratic cane.

When he came to the hut, he stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door.

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

She has a head of beautiful long brown hair and a pair of snow-white hairs that don't match her age at all. She wears a dilapidated maid's outfit full of patches, and her strange red-gold pupils are full of wariness.

Seeing the girl, Sebastian smiled slightly, and turned into a rose:

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

"Boom!"

The door was instantly shut.

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.

Sebas was helpless.

He cleared his throat and said loudly:

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

Quiet……

It wasn't until a moment later that the door opened a small crack again with a "squeak -" sound.

The girl named Lena glanced at Sebas vigilantly, her red-gold pupils still carried the vigilance of a small animal.

"Lena, let him in."

An old voice came from inside the hut, with a distant sigh.

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

"Thank you, Miss Reina."

Sebastian smiled brightly and entered the cabin gracefully.

Inside, the light is dim.

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

Sensing Sebas's approach, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pale and cloudy eyes:

"Your Excellency Sebastian, I should have said, don't bother me, an old woman, again."

The voice of the old woman was old and calm, with a touch of helplessness.

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

She stared blankly at the top of Sebas's head, a faint light flashed in her cloudy eyes.

Gradually, her eyes opened wider and wider, and she couldn't help standing up from the recliner, as if she saw something incredible.

She stretched out her withered arm towards Sebas tremblingly, as if she wanted to grab something, her old voice suddenly began to tremble:

"Crimson!"

"I saw a blush like blood!"

"The great golden sun sinks into the eternal darkness..."

"The scarlet blood moon rises in dazzling brilliance!"

"The rose supports the rose..."

"Blood Moon holds the throne high!"

"This... this is..."

"fire!"

"This is fire!"

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

"Then……"

"Everything was born again!"

The old woman was hoarse, as if she was insane.

Her crazy appearance startled the girls Reina and Sebastian.

With her shouting, the light and darkness in the whole cabin changed, flickering, and the strong strange wind blew the wooden cabin creaking...

Sebastian's expression became solemn almost instantly.

He knew that the other party's prophetic eyes 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 her whole body seemed to be getting older.

After a while, she raised her head again, her cloudy and pale eyes reached Sebas:

"Your Excellency Sebas..."

"Can you tell me what happened to you?"

"Why does your appearance trigger my prophetic eyes again?"

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

"What exactly did you encounter?"

Seeing the old woman's pale eyes, Sebas' heart beat wildly.

Of course he knew what he had encountered.

It's just...he didn't expect that his second visit 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 prophecy has come true."

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

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

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

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

She looked at Sebastian quietly, a gleam of light flashed in her pale eyes.

After a while, she suddenly said:

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

Sebas smiled without saying a word.

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, don't say it."

"The old woman is also old, and she can't stand it anymore."

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

Having said that, the old woman signaled the young girl Lena to accept the ring.

Then, she said calmly:

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

Sebas smiled.

He sat down beside the old woman's reclining chair, conjured up a goblet full of red wine, and drank it gracefully.

Then, with a smile:

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

"I know that your knowledge is quite profound, and your research on blood race is extremely in-depth."

"I want to ask you, the origin of the cursed pages..."

After hearing Sebastian's words, the old woman gave him a meaningful look:

"What do you ask these for?"

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

Sebastian took a sip of the red wine and smiled.

The old woman snorted softly, obviously not believing it.

After a moment she said:

"The page of the cursed book used to be an artifact of the blood race. To be more precise... when all the pages of the cursed book are combined, it is an artifact of the blood race."

"That is the oldest artifact of the blood race, and also the most mysterious artifact."

"No one knows the function of that artifact, including the blood race, all those who know the existence of that artifact only know that it records all the inheritance of the blood race..."

"Of course, after being destroyed, the inheritance has already been cursed, and mortals will be polluted if they get it, and the gods will treat it like a chicken rib... The pages of the cursed book are only fallen and cursed."

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

Saying that, the old woman looked directly at Sebastian, and said in a deep voice:

"The Holy Book of Blood!"

"The Holy Tome of Blood..."

Sebastian chewed on the name thoughtfully.

He straightened his expression and asked solemnly:

"So... who is its owner?"

"Why are you asking this?"

The old woman didn't answer, but asked suddenly.

"Just curious."

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

The old woman laughed.

She gave Sebas a meaningful look, then shook her head:

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

Sebastian's movements froze for an instant, and his smile froze a little.

However, the old woman did not bother here, but sighed softly, saying:

"Who is the owner of the Holy Tome of Blood...Although this matter has almost become a lost secret, it just so happens...the old woman knows."

As she spoke, her expression gradually became solemn:

"Your Excellency Sebastian, I have a question I want to ask you first."

"Excuse me."

Sebas smiled.

The old woman paused, and suddenly said:

"Your Excellency Sebastian, what do you think... what kind of artifact can be called a holy scripture?"

Sebastian smiled:

"Holy scriptures... are naturally sacred books left by holy beings. This is a commonly used name in the church."

"In the church, the existence of the holy scriptures must be a great god, and must be the main god of the church."

"So... for a race?"

the old woman asked leisurely.

"Race? Of course..."

Sebaston stopped.

He froze for a moment, as if a thunder had sounded in his mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up almost subconsciously.

The old woman continued following his words:

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

"Like... the creator of the race."

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

Having said that, the old woman looked at Sebastian quietly:

"Your Excellency Sebas..."

"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 is only one roaring voice left in his mind:

"True ancestor!"

"It's the True Ancestor!"

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

"Ms. Dark Ye is not a demigod, not a blood prince!"

"He is the master of the holy tome of blood, he... is the true ancestor of the blood race!"

"He is the true God!"

"He is a...true god!"

py A friend's book, "The House Witch". Very interesting, I am also following.

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