"All spells have something in common. Nigel calmly explained that the black wooden door at the end of the hallway had opened silently as he approached, "It's not easy to tell the line between light and darkness in the middle of this...... So sometimes, we just have to look at the results first. ”

The space inside the wooden door is square, like a huge and regular box. The ground was carved with deep black runes, almost indistinguishable from the equally dark rocks, and in the middle of the runes was an equally square pool of water, the water churning slowly upward, looking clear but sticky...... Like transparent colorless blood.

"I'll tell you a story. ”

When the priests tied Eli's limbs with heavy iron chains and sank him into the pool, Borena did not take his eyes off the scene that looked like a torture in any way, but at the same time opened his mouth to talk to Isz about an unrelated subject: "I have heard that there are plants that produce white flowers and red fruits. The flowers are tiny, thin, inconspicuous, and devoid of even a little aroma, but they are the precious material necessary for some kind of medicine that can almost bring the dead back to life, and the fruit it bears, so clear and round as a red gem, that when ripe the whole plant withers, and when it is formed, it can be preserved for a long time without rotting, but it is useless, and even the taste is bitter and unpalatable. That kind of fruit...... It's called 'Result'. ”

“...... Never heard of it. Isis was unfazed.

Borena chuckled under his breath: "So...... That's just a story. ”

The incantations chanted by the priests echoed through the walls, the strange syllables rattling like the dull sound of the underground river, like boulders tumbling from the top of a mountain, all the way over the grass and rocks, and then straight into the abyss...... The lines between Is's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper. It wasn't Old Elven language, it wasn't dragon language, it wasn't any language he could understand. But there was something in it that he feared and hated—not because of its usefulness, but because of where it came from.

A feeling of annoyance welled up in his chest. It was as if a thin, sticky thread had crept through his ears and wrapped around his soul, tugging slightly between the ups and downs of the syllables, and it didn't hurt him, but it only made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Borena silently backed away a little when he noticed that his eyes had turned golden. He was already familiar with such red flags.

"What if he suddenly turns into an ice dragon here?" he whispered to Nigel, "a very unhappy ice dragon." ”

"Not very good. The pastor replied, "It's tall and wide enough, and it's sturdy." ”

The corners of the king's mouth twitched, who was choked back.

As if suddenly aware of the noble identity of the inquirer, Nigel bluntly explained: "I'm just telling the truth......"

No sarcasm, no contempt - the place was really strong, so strong that a dragon couldn't knock itself out of the rock.

"Do you think I'm just going to headbutt?"

The implication made the golden light in Is's eyes even more terrifying.

"It's like...... The language of the devil. ”

Sethana's sudden words put an end to the battle they had just begun.

The elf's hands couldn't help but try to grasp the hilt of the sword—the danger he felt...... The danger that seemed to be evil and seemed different from that trance stimulated his warrior instincts.

"Not really. This time the pastor had to explain more seriously, "I know it sounds a bit like ......"

"It's very similar. Iss interrupted him.

“...... It's a bit like. The pastor reluctantly admitted, "But it is a different language, but it has been lost for a long time." It is said that this is the language that humans should use, taught by the gods like elven language, and everyone is born with it, and it is engraved on the soul without learning it......"

"Elvish is also something to learn. Sethyana blurted out, froze in the gaze of the three people who turned to him at the same time, and subconsciously added: "...... I'm just telling the truth. ”

Rosa turned her head as if nothing had happened, sending her uncontrollable laughter to the wall of her senses.

The already eccentric atmosphere has become more eccentric – but less tense.

"I thought only your Majesty liked to make up stories. Is's sneer lost a little momentum, and became like a joke: "'Supposedly' doesn't prove anything." ”

Nigel was silent for a moment, starting from the beginning.

"You all know about the Cobblestone Festival. "But now the cobblestone at the foot of Mount Gayal ...... It's fake. ”

The real cobblestone lies deep beneath their feet—the cornerstone of the entire temple.

And the forgery for human sacrifice and celebration is actually very similar to the original one, the size is exactly the same, but the pattern on it has been modified with some modifications, looking ancient and mysterious, but it is meaningless. However, the original pattern, its true meaning, they have never been able to fully decipher.

The incantation that the priests are chanting at this moment is purely a copy.

The real cobblestone will make its own sound in some cases, as if someone had left that sound in the stone a long time ago, trying to tell future generations...... But no one could understand it anymore.

"I say 'supposedly' because that's really just speculation, from some lesser-known legend. In Anktan, the first god to be revered was Anduhe, and for a long time, there was only Anduhe. Legend has it that he came out of the mountains to bring knowledge and wisdom to mankind, but the language he taught at that time was not handed down, only in the remote mountains, in some very hidden places, there are still fragments. More than 300 years ago, a priest discovered that the sounds in the cobblestone had some similarities with the remaining dialects of some villages near Mount Kane......"

Is's mind drifted away for a moment. He thought of Kormit, and of Gabriel, the little village on Lake Mahellam. The people there no longer spoke a dialect they didn't understand, but in the cave they used as a cemetery, there was an ancient and huge statue that seemed to be stepping out of the stone.

“...... We haven't been able to resurrect that language, and it may have been destined to disappear, but we found something else—the voice in the cobblestone, something ...... Special powers. ”

They thought it was a spell, but it probably wasn't a spell at first. It immerses the listener...... Then he gradually sank into a dream that could not tell whether it was real or illusory. The dream was different from person to person, and for a while, the temple saw it as a kind of trial, because no matter who they had, no matter how powerful they were, they would reveal their truest selves in the dream. In this way, the clergy strengthened their faith...... But there have also been people who have broken down because of it.

Then, an extremely young pastor worked out another use for the sound.