Chapter 128 - Chapter 128: Chapter 122 Emerald Elf (1/2)
Chapter 128: Chapter 122 Emerald Elf
Byrne gently set down the Crystal Dragon egg in his hand, feeling amazed that he actually managed to bring it out of the Spirit Realm.
“I hope your parents won’t come looking for trouble. The Fischer family will help you grow and become strong, as long as you also become a member of the Fischer family.”
Chris, silent and wordless, stared at the Crystal Dragon egg for a long time but did not ask any questions.
He knelt down to carefully examine Baron Leander’s corpse.
Apart from the banknote, potions, flintlock, and miscellaneous items, he also found two Mysterious rare artifacts that Baron Leander carried with him.
“White Eternal Night Flower.”
Its appearance was of a ring ornament where a white flower took the place of the gemstone, a Collectible class Mysterious rare artifact, its effect was to slowly neutralize toxins within the wearer’s body; however, its potency was not high and would be rendered meaningless against powerful poisons.
“Dark Night,” a treasure class Mysterious rare artifact, looked like a black crucifix brooch that, upon being worn and softly uttering “into night,” would activate it— “Dark Night” would automatically become dark blades made of night colors, rapidly attacking all nearby targets with hostile intentions.
The effect of this “Dark Night” was quite good, capable of enemy seeking, with an approximate range of fifty meters, making it a pleasant surprise.
Its only flaw was that its attacking power was not strong and it would be of little use against enemies that could withstand it.
Among the limited number of miscellaneous items, Byrne examined them one by one and eventually found a piece of paper that looked very special.
It was crumpled, as if it had been flipped through many times, but there wasn’t a single word on it.
Well, that was obviously illogical.
After a moment of thought, he then pulled out his own notebook from his chest, which had signs of having been flipped through but also did not have a single word on it; the written text would only gradually appear after being smeared with a certain potion.
“It should be the same principle.”
The Deconstructive Perspective activated, and Byrne’s eyes shimmered with a pale blue light as he fixed his gaze on the blank piece of paper, figuring out that it had been treated with a common alchemy substance to make the writing invisible.
“Heh, simple.”
A faint heat emanated from his palm, and the blank piece of paper was instantly heated, with the previously invisible writing gradually appearing.
The paper featured several peculiar drawings and jumbled words; it was apparent that Leander’s mind was already very unstable as he wrote them.
“Who am I?” “Who is Andersen?” “Why do I often dream about Andersen…,” “That place is not on the Ouden Continent,” “Could it be that Andersen is my past self?” “He is in the Great Glacier!” “No, I must be going mad!”
The writing on the paper became more and more frantic, messy, and Byrne’s brows furrowed as he read, until the last sentence where the handwriting suddenly normalized and the text was much larger than the other words.
“So that’s it, it was Andersen awakening from within Leander; I finally understand everything.”
Andersen awakening from within Leander!
He felt a chill—what on earth could that name signify?
Why exactly did Leander repeatedly mention the name “Andersen”? Even going so far as to say “Andersen” was awakening from within himself?
“Andersen…”
Byrne found it incredible, yet he couldn’t grasp the meaning and could only continue reading. On the crumpled paper, there were several more bizarre drawings.
The first drawing was a large heptagram with an eye full of blood vessels drawn meticulously inside by Leander.
Although he did not understand, Byrne immediately grimaced, feeling a dangerous sensation rising within him just from glimpsing the intention behind the drawing.
“Damn it!”
He closed his eyes, refusing to look any further at the eye within the heptagram, and even hesitated to recall it carelessly.
“What exactly is that?”
Byrne felt a residual fright but still looked at the second drawing, which was a slender hand with spread fingers that seemed to belong to a woman, with the palm cut open and blood flowing continuously from it.
“What does this mean now?”
The last drawing was a mixture of an upright triangle and an inverted one, with three curved lines beside it symbolizing water, like waves.
He finally shook his head, sighing, “Such strange drawings; none of them make any sense. Baron Leander, you really were one to pose riddles.”
Suddenly, Chris extended his hand without expression and pointed solemnly at the “ferocious eye” in the first drawing.
“I, have seen It.”
He paused, then continued, “And then, the Lord of the Lost saved me.”
It?
Byrne immediately fell into thought; the oppressiveness brought about by the first drawing was actually stronger than the latter two, as if it directly pointed to some powerful and terrifying Evil God.
Even though the great Lord of the Lost would definitely be more powerful than It, the modest Fischer family should still be cautious, better not to provoke such powers, as the secret organizations that worshipped It were certainly not to be trifled with.
As for Leander, who had died once in the Spirit Realm, what he had come into contact with to learn about them, and whether that was why he went utterly mad, Byrne had no idea.
“What a pity, he died carrying so many mysteries.”
Byrne shook his head, put away the paper, and decided not to think about it anymore. It was time to leave this place, and the division of the Mysterious rare artifacts would have to wait until the family meeting.
He gazed at Baron Leander’s corpse and stated resolutely:
“Leander’s subordinates will come looking for him soon; we must dispose of the corpse first, otherwise, it would be bad if undead or prophecy-type spellcasters found the body.”