Chapter 2058 - Descendants with the Humans (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“I’m not familiar with this place. Do you have any idea?” Mo Fan asked calmly.

“I have some old friends in the Sacred City. They might be able to help, but master, I don’t recommend you meeting them,” Bola said.

“Bola, you’re being dishonest. Did you go hunting for women while you were a statue in the Parthenon Temple?” Mo Fan smiled.

Bola had been a statue in the Parthenon Temple for so long. How could he possibly have any old friends?

“My master, even the youngest among my friends have lived for more than three hundred years,” Bola said.

“Ugh… were you all born in the year of the tortoise?” Mo Fan was left speechless.

“Some of them are mutants, like the little moth girl. They share the same habits as humans. They have to hide in places supervised by the Holy Judgment Court and Heresy Judgment Court to guarantee their safety,” Bola said.

“The most dangerous place is the safest place, right?” Mo Fan had to say.

“Not necessarily. They are threatened by different factions, organizations, people, and demon creatures in the wild, but in the Sacred City, they just need to play hide-and-seek with the Holy Court Mages. Those who manage to survive here are capable of concealing their presence, or they have some old agreements with the Holy Judgment Court,” Bola explained.

“Old agreements? Must be some dirty business!” Mo Fan snarled when he recalled the Queen of the Netherworld’s words.

Bola’s expression shifted. He coughed awkwardly and spoke with a soft voice, “My master, I am one of them. Even if my identity is exposed and I am brought to the Sacred City, they won’t put me on trial unless they have forgotten their ancestors’ commandments.”

Bola proceeded to explain when he saw Mo Fan staring at him with a confused face, “You already know I’m an honest member of the Blood Tribe. I was a guardian statue of the Parthenon Temple when you saw me. However, I used to be a City Designer before that.”

“What’s a City Designer?” Mo Fan asked.

“Just like a building has its architect, a city has its designer too,” Bola pointed out.

“Damn, you designed the Sacred City?” Mo Fan blurted out, eyes wide.

“That’s a little exaggerated. My master did, I was only part of it, and it was the old Sacred City. The Sacred City has been around for a few hundred years. It has changed a lot,” Bola replied.

“No wonder you insisted on coming along when you heard I was visiting the Sacred City,” Mo Fan realized.

“My master, I would like to lend you a hand. After all, the Sacred City is a dangerous place. Even the slightest offense is unforgivable. I made a mistake by joining the Blood Tribe. They would have purged me if my name wasn’t on the monument written with the names of those who first built the city,” Bola said.

“We’ll talk about your past later. What else do you know about Euryale?” Mo Fan asked.

“She moved into the city not long after it was built. I heard a lot about her from my friends. She’s different from the mutants who are content with having a safe environment to live in, acting extremely bold. She has been kidnapping foreign tourists for hundreds of years. Rumors say she’s doing it to retain her good looks,” Bola said.

“A few hundred years… doesn’t that mean she has killed thousands of people?” Mo Fan exclaimed.

“A few hundred at most. No matter how bold she is, she will only kidnap one every year in the Sacred City if she doesn’t want to arouse suspicion,” Bola replied.