Chapter 1391 - The Crimson Moon! (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lorissa sounded so confident that Hao Ren calmed down from his shock. He looked at the mage empress clone with a serious face. “How did you know?”

“The Star of Creation is filled with divine energy, which is clear and perceptible even in illusions. The planet’s surface is a liquid ocean that reflects light with a special halo. It is very obvious when looking from space,” Lorissa explained. This is something Hao Ren did not know before. “The crimson moon in the illusion was completely different. I saw it twice in my prayer and was sure it did not have the divine energy unique to the Star of Creation. The crimson moon’s surface has strange shadows and lines, which are visually more like a solid surface. The crimson moon always hung above a dark and barren land in the illusion. It rose from the horizon, and its light illuminated the entire world. There was a sense of trepidation gripping my heart, which was the opposite of the peace and tranquility of watching the Star of Creation.”

Lorissa’s account had completely ruled out the other speculations. The phenomenon that Lorissa mentioned perfectly matched the crimson moon that Vivian summoned.

“What’s wrong?” Lorissa noticed the strange expression on Hao Ren’s face.

“No, nothing,” Hao Ren said as he shook his head. “Your information is vital, but I need more details about the religious life in the Ancient Magic Empire and every decree that the goddess of creation gave in her final few years.”

“No problem,” Lorissa said with a smile. “There is still time. I can tell you slowly.”

After the end of the long conversation, it was already late at night.

Most of the housemates had hit the sack. Even Rollie, who was the most restless at night, had fallen asleep. Lil Pea had almost dozed off in the basin not far away, leaving only Hao Ren and Lorissa still in the living hall.

While Hao Ren and Lorissa were talking, nobody came to disturb them. It seemed that there was an unspoken, tacit understanding between the landlord and the tenants that Hao Ren would tell them what they needed to know as and when it was necessary.

Hao Ren knew that Vivian was still awake, however. Vivian habitually tidied up her room at this time of night. After which, she would fly out of the windows to take a ‘stroll’ outside, checking around her ‘territory’ before coming back almost at dawn. Among the tenants, Vivian slept the least—three hours at most. Lily had been ridiculing Vivian’s century-long hibernation as a result of her lack of sleep and a prelude to her hibernation.

Hao Ren decided not to bother Vivian with the question of the crimson moon for now. After all, it was late at night; asking this question at this point in time would only cause more sleeplessness.

“Your room is upstairs,” Hao Ren said. “Vivian had arranged a room for you upstairs.”

It happened to be a vacant room as the Nangong couples had moved out recently. Their restaurant was seeing business picking up. So the couples had decided to rent a place to stay next to their restaurant.

“Then I shall disturb you for the next few days,” Lorissa said with a smile. She got to her feet and bowed slightly as a sign of respect. “Good night, Your Holiness Pope of the alien world.”

Hao Ren forced a smile. But he did not intend to correct Lorissa for calling him the strange title. After Lorissa disappeared up the stairs, Hao Ren returned to his room.

It was a quiet night.

When the first ray of the morning sun shone on the old roofs and streets of Southern Suburbs, the town began to wake up.

The morning was always a lively time in Hao Ren’s house. It always started with Rollie scratching the door of the bedroom of Hao Ren, who would scold her to high heaven. Sometimes, it was the howl of Lily in the living hall that woke everyone up in the house. Sometimes, it was the cry of Nangong Sanba when her sister rolled him up on her tail and spun him like a windmill in the air for crawling back in bed. Even if none of the above happened, there was always Noobie rising from the mouth hole and shooting energy bolts at everyone’s face with a “biubiubiu.”

At last, everyone would have to get out of bed.

Vivian had prepared breakfast. It worked to prevent the husky from screaming like a banshee when she was hungry. There was a large pot of hot cereal porridge and a bean paste buns on the dining table, which was the usual simple but delicious breakfast in the ‘Pope’s Palace.’ Lily sat cross-legged on the chair with chopsticks in one hand and a bowl of porridge in another. The chopsticks were skewered with three steamed buns. She gulped down the porridge in one go. Vivian, who was sitting across the table, frowned seeing Lily’s demeanor. “Mind your table manners, could you? You are a girl after all.”

Vivian had been a pauper all her life, but she still behaved like what an ancestor of the Blood Clan should be like. No matter how hungry Vivian was back then, she still insisted on dining with proper dining etiquette. Lily’s uncivilized manner was irking her.

But the husky could not care less. She had her own set of theories. “I have a high metabolism. If I were to eat following the manners of the vampires, I would have died from hungry within a few days. What is more, I have an appointment coming up soon.”

“What appointment could you have?” Vivian shot Lily a glance.