Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 296 The Priest and Adam

Like a pilgrim, the golden-eyed priest slowly walked through the hall and came to the enormous throne prepared by the ancient god.

He slowly stopped and turned his gaze to the area behind the throne—

There was a downward passage, shrouded in deep darkness.

The priest pointed to the dark passageway and solemnly proclaimed:

"Let there be light."

In an instant, a pure and soft light shone, illuminating the inside with exceptional clarity.

Without even entering, Ember, who had been following him, saw a pair of ancient bronze doors standing at the deepest part of the passage.

The gate was covered with countless indescribable symbols, like chains extending to the back, as if sealing something, giving people a sense of heaviness and mystery.

Ember stared at it for a while, then suddenly asked:

"What's sealed inside?"

The priest looked up at Ember beside him, his eyes seemingly surprised, but he still answered:

"The beginning".

"The one that awakened inside you?"

In response to the embers' question, the priest calmly replied:

"The primordial exists within everyone; the higher the sequence, the greater the chance of the primordial awakening. Long before I appeared, the primordial had already awakened to varying degrees within those ancient gods."

"This forced most of the ancient gods to devote a great deal of energy to dealing with the awakening of the primordial, and Angorweid did the most thorough thing, sealing the miraculous city of Leviside along with the primordial corruption."

"It is dangerous for anyone to look directly at the primordial pollution, as it will awaken the primordial energy within them as well."

In Yu Jin's vision, he could only see a pair of large bronze doors.

But in the priest's view, in the deep darkness behind the bronze gate, an eye opened, its pupil deep black, cracked with eerie blue light. One after another, the same eyes opened, densely packed, staring coldly.

At the same time, the priest seemed to hear a silent, extremely attractive call.

Every cell and every tiny particle in his body seemed to have its own consciousness, forming another "me".

The priest knew very well that this meant the primordial had awakened within him once more.

But this time, he did it voluntarily.

In fact, he had been here long before Ember arrived.

He used the primordial pollution sealed here to activate the 'primordial' awakening within his body. But last time he only tried it briefly, because the embers hadn't arrived yet, and it wasn't time for him to be primordially corrupted.

In his original plan, he intended to use the contamination sealed here to trigger the primal resurgence within Yu Jin's body.

But he miscalculated. Perhaps the Primal One didn't exist within the Ember, or perhaps the Primal One didn't want to revive within the Ember. Whatever the reason, he could only proceed with the second plan—

Sacrifice yourself to allow the primordial to descend.

So he didn't even resist, letting the primal consciousness take over his body.

Anyway, it's just a product of imagination, so even if it's occupied by the original, it won't have any impact on the original body.

Suddenly, the priest heard Ember's voice:

"So, this is your plan?"

"Let me fight with the original snipe and clam, so you can reap the benefits."

The priest remained remarkably calm and stated frankly:

"No, you and Yuan Chu may be considered to be fighting like the snipe and the clam, but I am not the fisherman, but just the fish that is being fought over."

The priest didn't really think the Primal could cause much trouble for the Ember. After all, while the living Primal was very strong, the most terrifying thing about the current Primal was that he could resurrect in any Beyonder.

Furthermore, the higher the sequence, the greater the possibility of primordial resurgence, and the more terrifying the primordial resurgence becomes.

Ultimately, however, the strength of the original entity after its resurrection is determined by the sequence of extraordinary individuals it resurrected.

A Primal being with only Sequence 2 is far from enough to threaten the Ember.

but.

Even if it only causes him some obstacles, it has already far exceeded expectations.

But at that moment, the priest's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Because the primordial energy that was rapidly recovering within him suddenly 'stagnated'.

To put it simply, it's like the initial recovery progress bar is stuck at 49% and won't move anymore.

It can neither rise nor fall, seemingly being forcibly controlled at 49% by some kind of limiter.

But the priest was certain that he did not have such a limiter in his body.

Although his own will could delay the time of the primordial regeneration, he completely relaxed his mind to allow the primordial to regenerate quickly, and it was impossible for him to do anything to restrict the primordial regeneration!

The priest remained silent for a long time, then looked down at his hands, his body burning with swirling sparks.

Ember asked with a smile:

"I don't think Adam would welcome your return, right?"

The priest remained silent.

The next second, the scene in front of him changed.

The magnificent city of miracles had vanished, and he was no longer in that grand palace, nor even in that stone church.

Before him stretched only an endless expanse of blue sea.

And the primal will within him, which had been dormant, began to revive once again.

This time, however, the priest hesitated for a long time before finally suppressing it out of his own will.

It does not belong to Adam, but to the will of the priest himself.

-

Ugh!

With the sound of a steam whistle, the long steam train rattled into Backlund.

Klein, carrying his suitcase, once again set foot on the land of the "City of All Capitals," the "Land of Hope." He found that the fog was much thinner than before, no longer having a distinct pale yellow hue. The gas streetlights on the platform were not turned on early to dispel the gloom and darkness.

In fact.

Three days earlier, he and Mobert had already arrived in Pulitzer Bay aboard the "White Agate".

However, he did not go directly to Backlund. Instead, he chose to temporarily separate from Mobert and the other two, changing his identity and traveling alone to Connaught City in County Ducey. On one hand, he did not want to return to Backlund as "German Sparrow," nor did he want Mobert and the others to know about his new identity.

On the other hand, he also needs to fulfill his promise to help the Night Watchman, imprisoned by the wriggling hunger, deliver his last words, and at the same time return his extraordinary qualities to the local church.

Thanks to the widespread availability of steam trains, the entire journey took only three days.

Klein also acquired a new identity from the local gangsters: Dawn Dantes.

As Dawn Dantes, Klein rented a room in a high-end hotel in Hillston. Although the price of 10 sulphurs per night was painful for Klein, he had to grit his teeth and bear it in order to maintain his persona.

"It's okay, I won't be staying for more than a few days anyway."

After offering himself a word of comfort, Klein put on his double-breasted tuxedo, donned his hat, and left the room, heading out to the street.

Holding an umbrella, he walked around to another street, and taking advantage of the distance from the streetlights and the misty rain, he suddenly transformed back into Sherlock Moriarty, intending to visit some old friends.

-

Backlund Bridge District, Braveheart Bar.

Inside the billiards room, Ian, wearing an old overcoat, placed a thick stack of documents on the table, cleared his throat, and said:

"Mr. Longzel, I regret to inform you that there is currently neither a Northwest District nor De La Hire Street."

As he spoke, Ian changed the subject again:

"Fortunately, we were able to find the city's urban planning records."

"During a redevelopment 157 years ago, the Northwest District was abolished, most of its original area was incorporated into the Hillston District, and De La Hare Street was incorporated into Seventh Avenue."

"As for the former 18 De La Hare Street, it should be the current 265 Seventh Avenue."

"But the people living there weren't surnamed Edward, they were surnamed Strange."

Long Ze'er silently flipped through the documents on the table, and after a long while asked:

"What else did you find?"

"a lot of."

Ian shrugged and said helplessly:

"There are at least eight or ten thousand people with the surname Edward in Backlund. I have no way of finding out which Edward family you are referring to, Mr. Longzel. I can't even be sure if they are still in Backlund."

"However, based on the details you provided, Mr. Longzel, if the Edward family has remained in Backlund and has had members serving in the military in every generation, then the scope can be narrowed down to 172 families."

"All 172 families have active or retired military personnel, but not every generation has someone serving in the military, so I can't be sure. Therefore, Mr. Long Ze'er, you may need to verify which family it is yourself."

Long Ze'er solemnly said:

"That's enough, thank you."

Longzel paused for a moment, then took out several 10-gold-pound banknotes from his pocket and handed them over:

"This is the final payment."

Ian immediately broke into a genuine, radiant smile.

Although these two were introduced by Detective Sherlock, the money still had to be collected.

He didn't disturb Long Ze'er, who was engrossed in searching for clues among piles of documents, and took the money, turning around and walking out of the billiards room.

His bloodshot eyes swept casually, then suddenly spotted a familiar figure. He opened his mouth, but didn't utter the person's name. Instead, he exclaimed with delight:

"Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not for now, I just came to see an old friend," Klein said with a warm smile.

As he spoke, he glanced at the gold pound in Ian's hand and chuckled:

"Looks like your business is doing well lately."

Ian shrugged:

"In fact, this is a friend you introduced to me, sir."

Klein, disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, raised an eyebrow:

"Long Ze'er?"

Ian nodded slightly and pointed in the direction of the billiards room:

"Yes, Mr. Longzel is inside. Would you like to see them?"

"No need."

Klein shook his head and refused. He wasn't here to catch up with Long Ze'er and the others, since they hadn't been apart for more than a few days.

He pointed to the bar's entrance and said:

"I'll come see you again when I have time."

"OK."

Ian didn't ask further, but instead inquired, "Is Mr. White of Harvest Church a friend of yours?"

Emlyn actually decided to go out? Klein nodded and said:

"right."

After saying that, he squeezed through the crowd, pushed open the door, and left the Brave Ones Bar.

After boarding a taxi, Klein looked out the window, waiting for Miss Sharon to appear.

Without a sound, Klein was suddenly struck by inspiration. He turned his head to look at the window and saw the clear reflection of a young woman wearing a small black soft hat and a Gothic court dress on the glass, which was so dark that it reflected the night.

Turning around, Klein saw Miss Sharon sitting opposite him, her light blonde hair, azure eyes, and pale complexion no different from before.

"Good evening," Klein, who didn't need to play Gehrman Sparrow, greeted him.

Sharon rose slightly, lifted her skirt, and returned the greeting.

Unable to find a topic for small talk, Klein cleared his throat and said directly:

"I killed Señor."

"Hmm." Sharon's eyes showed a slight surprise, but she only gave a soft "hmm."

Klein continued with a smile:

"If Marich needs another 'Wraith' extraordinary attribute, I can sell it to him for £5000."

Señor's bounty in Loen is only 42000 pounds, but the combined bounty of the four northern kingdoms exceeds 12 pounds.

The final distribution of rewards was calculated based on 12 gold pounds, averaging 2 gold pounds per person.

Including the other "wealth" on the Señor ship, each person eventually received 3 gold pounds.

Long Ze'er and the other two each received 3 gold pounds, while Xia Tas's share would only be available after Edwina exchanged her bounty, as Edwina herself did not have enough cash.

Fortunately, Xia Tass would be on the ship for some time, and she herself didn't care much about money, so no one had much objection to the proposed distribution.

Klein, on the other hand, offered 25000 gold pounds in cash and the extraordinary properties of the vengeful spirit.

Señor's body was left to Edwina to collect the bounty. This would take a long time, so any portion of the bounty exceeding 12 gold pounds would belong to Edwina.

Of course, this also includes the bounty on Senor's men—the entire fleet of the Blood Admiral was wiped out by them, and the bounty on Senor's men added up to tens of thousands of gold pounds.

The only problem is that it will take a considerable amount of time and a certain amount of connections to get this money.

Miss Sharon responded simply:

"I need a few days."

Klein nodded slightly; after all, 5000 pounds was no small sum.

At this point, he casually took out a pen and a notepad, quickly wrote down the method for summoning his messenger, and then handed it over:

"If you need anything, you can write to me."

Sharon took the paper, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said:

"I'm at the Brave Ones Bar."

"Letters can be sent to 126 Gard Street, Hillston, to Mrs. Maria."

"OK."

-

North Quarter, Samuel Church.

Mobert Zoroaster sat on the edge of the bench in the middle of the prayer hall, silently bowing his head in prayer.

He was certainly not a follower of the goddess of night; in fact, he could be considered a complete heretic.

But that didn't stop him from pretending to pray at the church of the goddess of night—

Anyway, he didn't expect to receive the protection of the goddess of night, so whether he was sincere or not didn't matter.

He came here to wait for someone.

He had been waiting here for two days, but he had not been able to see the person he wanted to see.

Just then, Mobert was suddenly struck by inspiration and instinctively opened his eyes, looking to his left.

He then saw a night watchman with dark hair and green eyes. He wasn't wearing the trench coat that night watchmen usually wore; instead, he wore a white shirt without a belt, straight-leg pants, and a black vest, with a very casual style.

(End of this chapter)