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

Chapter 297 The Forsaken Land

As Mobert watched Leonard, Leonard also noticed him.

The main reason is that this person's attire is quite peculiar; it's hard not to notice them.

He wore a pointed, stiff black hat, and the buttons on his coat were haphazardly placed, asymmetrical and discordant. Furthermore, the pointed toes of his leather boots were upturned, making him resemble a circus clown.

Although this man had a fairly good-looking face, with flaxen hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, he still gave off an arrogant feeling even when he was sitting down.

This extremely discordant style of dress immediately reminded Leonard of the Fourth Age, when the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, and the Trensost Empire all admired asymmetrical beauty, characterized by defying common sense, being messy and asymmetrical, and having a fondness for black.

Therefore, Leonard's first impression of him was: a fervent enthusiast of Quaternary history.

But at that moment, a slightly surprised, aged voice sounded in his mind:

"How could it be him? How could he still be alive?"

"Who is he? Someone the old man knows?"

Leonard's expression shifted slightly, and he prepared to leave first and then ask the old man for the truth.

But just then, the voice in his mind rang out again:

Ask him what his name is.

Leonard Mitchell asked calmly:

"Sir, what's your name?"

Mobert Zoroaster had been watching the young man with dark hair and green eyes before him. Hearing him ask the question, he smiled slightly and said:

"Mobert Zoroaster".

Leonard's expression shifted slightly, and he was about to press for more information when the aged voice in his mind sounded again:

"Take him away from the church, find a quiet place, I want to have a good talk with him."

Leonard could hear the reminiscence and complex tone in that aged voice. He hesitated for a moment but did not refuse. He simply gave Mobert a subtle gesture and turned to walk out of the church.

Mobert looked thoughtfully in the direction Leonard had left, and after thinking for a moment, he followed him.

As Leonard walked out of St. Samuel's Church, he crossed a square where many white pigeons perched. Seemingly oblivious to the person following him, he stopped in the square and fed the pigeons for a few minutes.

After he finished doing all this, he turned and left, going into a private room in a nearby coffee shop.

The man who had been following him also followed at a leisurely pace. Shortly after Leonard entered the private room, he slowly opened the door and went inside.

As soon as Mobert entered the private room, he greeted everyone with a smile and a relaxed tone:

"Hey, old man, you're still alive after all."

As he spoke, he plopped down in the seat opposite Leonard, acting as if he were one of the guests.

"An old man?"

Leonard's eyes flickered slightly. Why did he call him "old man"?

A slightly self-deprecating, aged voice echoed in the private room:

"I'm a Sequence 1 angel, for goodness' sake. How could I possibly die so easily?"

"But you, I remember when you disappeared, the Solomon Empire hadn't even fallen yet. How did you manage to survive until now?"

"Alive to this day? Is he an 'ancient person' from the Solomon Empire to the present?"

Leonard's heart was filled with shock. To have survived from the Fourth Age to this day, one must at least be a demigod! And a very long-lived one at that, because ordinary demigods don't live that long.

"It's a long story."

Mobert stroked his chin, seemingly considering how to explain his situation.

"Then let's make it short."

"Alright."

Faced with the impatient urging of the aged voice, Mobert shrugged:

"To put it simply, I acquired a book, 'The Travels of Grosse.' I have no idea who created it or what its purpose was. All I know is that after holding onto it for a long time, I was absorbed into it and have been living inside that book ever since."

"Several friends of mine had the same experience as me. They came from different eras and were drawn into that book. Our purpose in coming together was to defeat an enemy in the book, a frost dragon."

"Just recently, a few more friends entered this book, and with their help, we successfully killed the frost dragon and thus escaped the world inside the book."

The aged voice keenly detected the flaw in his words and said in a deep voice:

"Even if you escaped that book, how did you survive?"

"You'll likely grow old and die the moment you leave that book!"

Mobert smiled and said:

"Pretty much. We've been in the book for too long, and theoretically, we'd be reduced to dust the moment we left. But someone saved us, at the cost of faith in some being."

The aged voice fell silent, seemingly accepting the explanation.

A god does indeed have the power to save them from the mighty force of time.

Even if they weren't gods, many angels could do this, like himself. He could easily steal enough time to graft onto Mobert, allowing him to survive the erosion of time.

Unfortunately, he wasn't there at the time.

He didn't inquire about the details of what happened, nor did he ask who that being was; his aged voice carried a hint of relief:

"That's for the best, at least we're still alive."

"Yes, at least they're still alive."

Mobert's expression was complicated, but he neither agreed nor disagreed with the statement.

Being alive is already the greatest fortune; why ask for more?

After waiting for a while, Mobert asked:

"What about the other family members?"

The aged voice chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"Look at me now, look at how I've become!"

Mobert raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"So, now it's just the two of us left?"

"So it seems the responsibility of continuing the family line still falls on my shoulders!"

The aged voice neither confirmed nor denied this, and said:

"Amon has been looking for me, and His clones have been searching for and devouring those extraordinary individuals who are of the Thief Path. You are both of the Thief Path and the last remaining bloodline of the Zoroaster family, so you are easily targeted by him. Be careful."

Mobert's expression was somewhat strange:

"I thought you would tell me not to worry, that you would come to save me."

"Save you?"

The aged voice sneered:

"Why do you think I've fallen to this state? Even in my prime, I wasn't a match for Him, let alone now. If it were just you, you might have a chance to escape. But once He discovers I'm nearby, we're both dead!"

Mobert seemed to be thinking for a moment, then spoke:

"I need a Sequence 4 potion recipe."

Whether it's to protect themselves from Amon's pursuit or to shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the family, they need strong support. Sequence 5 alone is far from enough; they need at least Sequence 4.

The aged voice showed no surprise, casually handing a fragment of memory to Mobert, and said coldly:

"You unfilial descendants, all you know is how to ask for favors when you meet them, you don't care about your elders at all, get out!"

Mobert sensed the new memories in his mind, shrugged, said nothing, and got up to leave.

"Old man, take good care of yourself."

"Get lost, just looking at you annoys me."

The old voice chuckled coldly.

click!

Mobert opened the door to the private room and quickly disappeared from Leonard's perception range.

Leonard, who had been sitting quietly to the side, asked cautiously:

"So, what exactly happened?"

The aged voice seemed to carry a hint of relief:

"He was one of my direct descendants who disappeared after a large-scale war. I originally thought he was killed by Ammon or Jacob, which is why I couldn't find the killer through divination... Now it seems that things are not so simple."

"But it doesn't matter anymore, at least the person is still alive."

Leonard Mitchell remained silent for a long time before asking in a low voice:

"He calls you 'old man' too?"

An aged voice scoffed in his mind:

"Heh, you don't actually think you're the only one, do you?"

"That's not true."

Leonard left the private room expressionlessly, ignoring the slightly mocking voice in his mind.

-

Backlund Bridge area, Braveheart Bar, billiards room.

Longzel read through all the information Ian had gathered, which contained detailed addresses and names of owners for over a hundred 'Edward' companies. However, Longzel found it difficult to identify his own family from just the names, so he had to visit each one individually.

Fortunately, he had enough time.

As long as Edward's family is still in Backlund, he will find them sooner or later.

click!

Just then, the door to the billiard room was pushed open, and a man wearing a pointed black hat and asymmetrical clothing walked in.

As soon as he entered the house, he asked:

"Have you got any results yet?"

Long Ze'er nodded slightly:

"I have a lead, and I'm preparing to investigate it further."

"That's good."

Mobert sat down opposite him and sighed:

"I found the old man."

Long Ze'er keenly sensed his implied meaning and asked:

"Are you going back to find Shatas?"

Their purpose in coming was simply to meet their family ancestors; afterwards, they would go to Sonia Island to reunite with Shatas.

This was his promise to the elven singer before he left.

"I want to too."

Mobert sighed again:

"But I can't do that. The old man is in danger. I can't just leave like this."

"Now we can only try to contact Edwina and explain the situation."

Mobert wore a bitter expression; he could already foresee what kind of look Shatas would have. Although he felt that Shatas could understand his actions, he didn't think she could forgive him easily.

Even if Xia Tas forgives him, it's destined that the two will not be able to see each other again for a while.

Long Ze'er nodded silently, indicating his understanding.

At the same time, he was also somewhat relieved that he was not married.

Just then, a phantom, eerie blue light suddenly appeared before their eyes.

Just as they were about to become alert, a familiar figure emerged from the light.

"You're looking for Grosser?"

Mobert relaxed his guard and asked with a smile.

Yu Jin nodded slightly and looked at Long Ze'er, saying:

"Grossell, we should go."

"it is good."

The silver armor on Long Ze'er responded with a hum.

The next moment, the armor that was originally clinging tightly to Longzel's body melted instantly, turning into a pool of flowing silver metallic liquid, and then transformed back into a four-meter-tall blue-skinned cyclops.

Before the two could react, Ember and Grosser disappeared once again.

Mobert clicked his tongue:

"They really came and went in a hurry."

Long Ze'er spoke:

"They have more important things to do."

"I know."

Mobert waved his hand, put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair, and said lazily:

"Now it's just the two of us. Tsk, I wonder how Snowman is doing these days."

-

The light was dim, but the space was extremely spacious, like the basement of a temple. The gloomy saint knelt in the shadows, whispering devoutly to a 3-meter-tall upside-down statue in front of him.

A phantom blue light suddenly appeared, illuminating the dim basement completely.

But the Dark Saint seemed not to hear, not even glancing at it.

Ember glanced at the Dark Saint who was praying devoutly, but did not disturb him. He walked straight to the double stone doors deep in the basement.

The Dark Saint remained devoutly praying with his eyes closed throughout, without even considering getting up to greet anyone.

Both of them were already used to each other's presence.

Even though their beliefs are different, and they were even enemies before.

But under the Lord's divine decree, both the Dark Saints and Mr. A had long forgotten that insignificant conflict. To them, the Ember was now the Lord's most loyal ally, even more reliable than they, the Saints themselves.

Snapped!

The four-meter-tall giant's every step caused the enclosed basement to rattle like an earthquake. He glanced at the upside-down statue with a hint of curiosity, wondering why it was depicted as a giant.

After all, neither Snowman's oral account nor the ancient texts he knew contained any record of the ancient sun god possessing giant blood.

Despite his curiosity, he didn't ask any questions, but instead followed Ember all the way to the depths of the basement.

The double doors, which were only slightly ajar, were clearly not enough for Grosser to pass through, but after a moment's thought, he decided not to open them any further.

Instead, he melted into a pool of flowing silver liquid, quickly passing through the gap, and then transformed back into a four-meter-tall cyclops on the other side of the door.

"Touch that painting, don't resist."

Upon hearing Ember's voice, Grosser did not hesitate and stepped forward to touch the painting.

Amidst a flash of white light, the towering giant was pulled away from the painting by an inexplicable suction force.

When he reappeared, he was already in a village halfway up the mountain.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was an elderly priest wearing a black clergy robe. He was nearly 2.3 meters tall, with a slightly hunched back, completely white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a scar on his lip. His dark brown eyes were calmly gazing at the giant before him.

The giant silently raised his guard; his intuition told him that the man before him was no good.

Just then, Yu Jin's voice came from beside him again:

"Steifer, lead the way."

The elderly priest glanced at the embers beside the giant and silently nodded:

"plz follow me."

(End of this chapter)