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

Chapter 334 Don't stuff everything in there!

5 month 13 day.

On the outskirts of the northern district of Backlund, in a vast estate.

This usually deserted manor was packed with guests on this day.

These guests came from different places, some from the south of the Kingdom of Rune, some from the Republic of Intis, and even further south from the Kingdom of Feneport. Most of them had arrived here several days or even a week in advance, all from different places.

Because they all, without exception, carried the blood of the Abrahamic family, and tonight is the night of the full moon.

In the spacious conference room on the second floor of the manor, Dorian Gray Abraham and other senior Abraham officials took their seats.

Most of them were over thirty years old and were the heads of various small families within the Abraham family. They were all members of the Abraham family who possessed the secrets of the Abraham family, controlled different sealed artifacts, and could "travel".

They were actually full of doubts about this suddenly convened meeting.

In the past, banquets were always held directly at the manor, and any matters could be discussed during the banquet. But for some reason, Miss Fors Wall announced very seriously that she had important matters to discuss.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking like a university professor, Verdu Abraham suddenly asked:

"Dorian, do you know what happened?"

This instantly drew the attention of the other members to Dorian, since unlike them who were scattered all over the world, Dorian originally lived in Pulitzer Port, which was only a few hours' drive from Backlund.

And during this time, Dorian had been in charge of communication between Fors and the Abraham family.

If something truly significant has happened, Dorian should be the first to know.

To the disappointment of the others, Dorian simply shook his head and said helplessly:

"I'm completely baffled myself."

This situation left the Abraham family members increasingly confused, but before they could even whisper among themselves, a sound suddenly came from the doorway of the conference room.

click!

The clear sound of the door opening drew everyone's attention in the conference room. A woman with slightly wavy brown hair and light blue eyes, wearing a beige high-necked long dress, slowly walked in.

The members of the Abraham family waited quietly for Fors to take the seat of honor before Dorian finally spoke and asked:

"Miss Fors, is there something urgent that you summoned us here so urgently?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Fors's expression turned serious, which also made the members of the Abraham family feel solemn.

Fors glanced around and said seriously:

"Starting this month, I should no longer need to provide treatment for you."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the conference room. Verdu was the first to stand up and said in a deep voice:

"Miss Fors, what do you mean? Do you think the Abraham family's offer wasn't enough?"

Dorian hurriedly stood up and said:

"Miss Fors, is there some misunderstanding here? If you have any other requests, you can certainly tell us."

"Huh?"

Fors paused for a moment, then quickly realized that they seemed to have misunderstood each other, and explained:

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant that you no longer need my 'treatment,' do you?"

The meeting room fell silent, even Verdu remained quiet. "I no longer need to provide you with treatment" and "You don't need me to provide treatment" sound the same, but they mean completely different things.

But how could the members of Abraham's family, who were tormented by the curse, possibly no longer need treatment?

Dorian couldn't help but smile wryly:

"Miss Fors, you might as well put it more clearly."

He has realized that there is a problem with the understanding between the two sides, or rather, that the communication is inadequate.

But you really can't blame Verdu for being impulsive; anyone would have misunderstood those words.

Fors looked at Dorian's bewildered, wry smile and couldn't help but feel a little surprised:

Didn't He tell you?

"Him?"

Verdu and Dorian were both startled. Even a demigod was not qualified to use "He" to refer to someone; "He" referred to an angel!

But who is "He"?

Dorian wanted to ask Fors a question, but found that Fors's gaze was fixed on the end of the conference table.

This made Dorian follow her gaze and discover that there was an unfamiliar figure sitting at the very end of the conference room!

He was a middle-aged man with an ordinary, stern face, his hair was a deep black mixed with a few white hairs, and he had a pair of ripple-like blue eyes. His overall appearance resembled that of a vampire duke from folklore.

They didn't know when the other person had appeared, nor did they notice their presence at all. If Fors hadn't pointed it out, they probably wouldn't have realized there was an extra person there until the meeting ended!

Dorian instinctively wanted to ask about the other person's identity, but Fors asked somewhat strangely:

"Mr. Bethel, didn't you tell them?"

The middle-aged man, referred to as Bethel, gently shook his head:

I thought you would tell them.

Fors blinked, implying that none of them had actually greeted the members of Abraham's family, which was why the misunderstanding had occurred?

Mr. Bethel assumed that she, who had been in contact with the Abraham family, would tell them, and since she saw Mr. Bethel sitting in the meeting room, she mistakenly believed that the members of the Abraham family already knew the truth...

So this misunderstanding is caused by a lack of communication!

"Bethel?"

Verdu abruptly turned to look at the middle-aged man, scrutinizing his appearance. He pointed at him tremblingly and exclaimed:

"You are the ancestor of Bethel?!"

Dorian's pupils contracted slightly, clearly in disbelief.

Bethel Abraham, the ancestor of the Abraham family, was hailed in the Fourth Age as the being closest to God!

While their ancestors were still alive, the Abraham family was the most prominent noble family in the Fourth Age!

In that era, whether it was the Augustus family of Rune, the Einhorn family of Fussac, the Soren family of Intis, or the Castile family of Feneport, they could only look up to them, even though they were angelic families at that time!

Even the legendary Antigonus family and Zarathustra family are no match for the Abraham family!

However, during the war between the Four Emperors, the ancestor Bethel disappeared without a trace in that war in which the gods themselves intervened, and all the remaining high-ranking powerhouses perished, thus ending the glory of the Abraham family.

Since then, the Abraham family has been cursed. Generation after generation of ancestors who tried to revive the family went mad and out of control. Some of them went mad before becoming high-sequence powerhouses, while others remained at sequence 8 or sequence 7.

Now, a middle-aged stranger suddenly appears and claims to be Bethel. Is this reasonable?

Seeing the incredulous expressions on the faces of his descendants, the middle-aged man sighed inwardly, but a gentle smile appeared on his face as he softly said:

"If there isn't another person named Bethel in the Abraham family, then you must be talking about me."

Verdu immediately showed an expression of ecstatic joy, but at this moment, other members of the Abraham family couldn't help but speak up:

"But you clearly disappeared during the battle of the Four Emperors, so why have you suddenly reappeared?"

Despite being suspected, Bethel Abraham was not annoyed; instead, he smiled and said:

"To be precise, they were banished by the combined forces of darkness and storm."

"Although I wasn't a god at the time, even a true god would have a hard time killing me. In terms of teleportation, even a god couldn't compare to me. So even if the night and the storm joined forces, all they could do was banish me."

Verdu was incredibly excited and couldn't wait to ask:

"So, you've returned this time to lift our curse?"

Looking into the expectant eyes of his descendants, Bethel fell silent, then slowly began to speak:

"In fact, your curse originated from me."

The meeting room fell silent, but Bethel continued speaking softly:

"During my exile, I was corrupted by certain beings and uncontrollably cried out for help to this world. And you, my descendants, who share the same blood, also received that cry for help from beyond the heavens."

Dorian opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Even Verdu, who had been looking excited, became somewhat dazed at this moment.

and so.

The "curse" that has plagued the Abraham family for thousands of years and caused generations of Abraham's descendants to lose control, the "talking" that originated from the night of the full moon, was actually the cry for help from their ancestor.

Pain, confusion, sorrow, helplessness, disbelief—a complex mix of emotions brewed within them, leaving them momentarily at a loss as to how to face their ancestor.

It was Bethel Abraham who brought glory to the Abraham family; without their ancestor, the Abraham family would be nothing at all.

However, it was also Bethel Abraham who caused the Abraham family to fall from grace. Even breaking through to the next level became a luxury for family members. They were forced to go from being an angelic family to being like stray dogs, betrayed and hunted down by their own apprentices.

It's like a cruel joke played by fate.

Dorian didn't know what his ancestors' attitude was towards the consequences He had caused. Was it disdain? Guilt? Or perhaps they had never taken it to heart?

He didn't know how to describe his complicated feelings. Could he blame his ancestors?

Obviously not.

He brought all the glory to the Abraham family, so it is only right that He takes it all away.

If the Abraham family hadn't been so weak, if they hadn't lacked a single demigod for thousands of years and hadn't been unable to understand their ancestor's cries for help, mistaking them for the ravings and curses of an unknown being, how could things have turned out this way?

If they hadn't been so weak, perhaps their ancestors would have returned a thousand years ago, and how could the Abraham family have ended up like this?

Looking at his silent descendants, Bethel Abraham said softly:

"Feel sorry."

"No!"

Verdu said with great excitement:

"Ancestors, there's no need for you to apologize! Your very presence here signifies your liberation, doesn't it? A thousand years ago, you were already the closest angel to God; have you now become a deity? If so, the Abrahamic family can rise again under your leadership!"

Faced with the future described by his descendants, Bethel shook his head helplessly:

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I am no longer a god, nor am I the former King of Angels. I am just a Sequence 2 angel."

Dorian couldn't help but ask:

Why is this happening?

Compared to the dejection of his descendants, Bethel Abraham simply smiled nonchalantly:

"My ability to return from outer space and escape pollution always comes at a price."

He thought he was doomed to die, and he had no regrets about it—at least compared to being controlled by the Outer God, dying together with the Outer God was a good ending, and it would not have been in vain for his struggle over the past thousand years without compromise.

Now, not only has He survived, but He has even been allowed to retain His angelic powers, which is the best possible outcome.

Although He lost the opportunity to become a god because of this, Bethel still accepted it willingly.

Undeterred, Verdu asked hopefully:

"Even if he's just an angel, he can lead the family back to prosperity, right?"

Bethel looked at his descendants and nodded slowly but firmly:

"certainly."

North Side, 160 Berklund Street.

In the living room, Klein looked somewhat surprised and exclaimed in astonishment:

"You didn't kill Him?"

Ember casually took a sip of red wine and said:

"From a personal perspective, I actually admire Him. Thousands of years of torment did not make Him give up the fight. Even knowing that He was doomed, He did not choose to cooperate with the enemy or become a collaborator."

"On the other hand, I have no reason to kill Him, do I? All I need is the extraordinary nature and uniqueness of Sequence 1. If He is willing to give up all of this, it would be a good thing to let Him live."

Klein clicked his tongue and said:

"Indeed, this way you can get an angel for free."

Every true God has at least one angel serving him; for example, the Triple Crowned Ones of the major orthodox churches are angels. Besides these, there are also special angels like Ariana, the ascetic and head of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of the Night—if the Church of the Night is like this, there's no reason why other churches shouldn't be.

In other words, every true god has at least two angels under his command.

In an era when gods could not walk among humans, the number of these angels directly determined their influence in the world.

If a deity is a lone commander without any angels, then perhaps there isn't even anyone to preach to Him. And if, during the process of becoming a god, this deity falls into a slumber due to some unforeseen event, there might even be a lack of a preacher, leading to a loss of anchor and ultimately, loss of control and madness.

Yu Jin took a sip of wine and said leisurely:

"I'd say it's free, but not by me."

Klein was taken aback:

"What do you mean?"

Ember slowly said:

"My condition for resurrecting Bethel was that he lead the Abraham family to believe in 'The Fool'."

Klein's expression was a little strange. Why were they stuffing all sorts of things into his hands?

Well, it's not that he can't accept it.

"However, you should be focusing on something else right now."

"What?"

Klein paused, somewhat puzzled.

He is steadily advancing in his career progression, and the Tarot Club's development is nearing completion.