"Really?"

"I'd like to try, rest assured, nothing will go wrong. ”

The crowd lined up, and the two Ferrantes at the back talked weakly.

Ferrante didn't expect to see blood so soon, but Sost didn't care about it.

There were thirty or so people in the hall, slicing their palms according to the old man's instructions, drenching the Creator's stone carvings with blood, and finally smearing them on the huge claw-shaped throne.

Sost looked down on these cultists in his heart, and compared to those who believed in the real evil gods, these people who dared to boast about antiquities they didn't know about were simply stupid.

Where is this Creator Stone Carving, which is clearly the founder of the legendary magic, the first director of the first magic academy that has never been found.

This ritual of blood was done to the evil gods, and about the stone carvings that recorded the history of magic, Thorst was sure that it was just a farce, so he didn't care.

His composure also made Ferrante slightly relieved, but somehow, Ferrante just couldn't raise his suspicions, and that plausible sense of familiarity still lingered in his heart.

"By the way, you're very good at paleontology, right? When you wipe the blood, remember to take a closer look to see if that claw is real. ”

“？？？”

Ferrante began to think ridiculous, what ancient creature could have claws as tall as two people? Even ancient demonic beasts did not have such a size.

With apprehension and doubts in his heart, the line quickly came to the end, and Sost did not hesitate to cut his palm, according to the practice of the previous person, drenched the blood on the stone carving, and finally wiped it on the throne of claws.

But when it was Ferrante's turn, he hesitated, and it was not a dagger that was used to cut the palm of his hand, but a broken rappier.

The skills required of an aristocrat were proper dress, impeccable manners, and an inner sense of elegance, which did not include taking up arms and learning how to harm oneself.

Soster kept glancing at him, cold sweat was running down his forehead, and the old man on the side showed an intriguing look.

Ferrante understands that if he freezes here, he may not be able to get out, damn it, why should he believe Sost's nonsense!

With a twist in his heart, he took the thin sword, and for a moment, countless pictures flashed in front of him, as if he had become a majestic general, holding a long sword to lead the army to charge fearlessly.

It was as if he had become a king, holding a woman who had lost his breath, and his heart was like ashes.

The hallucinatory image flashed by, leaving little memory behind, the blade of the sword sliced through the skin, blood and pain came together, he clenched his fists, drenched the blood on the stone carvings, and finally wiped a claw-shaped throne.

As a student who can talk and laugh with the great paleontology instructor of Solan College, Ferrante not only has a love for this subject, but his grades are actually not inferior to the average teacher.

Just by touching the claw-shaped throne, he denied his previous speculation, the tactile texture and close-up observation...... It's not a stone sculpture, it's like the outer armor of some kind of creature.

Is it really? Is it really the claws of some kind of creature?

With doubts in his heart and the pain in his palms, Ferrante stood beside Sost, quietly waiting for the next change.

What no one noticed was that the blood of the others was only flowing on the surface of the stone carving, while Ferrante's blood slowly seeped into the stone carving.

The crowd waited, and the old man continued to praise the stone carvings without hesitation, and finally everyone fell to their knees, praying for the protection of the 'Creator'.

"Just wait a little longer. ”

Sost comforted Ferrante, and it did make him a little embarrassed to let a noble boy go through such a scene.

However, this kind of prayer is only performed once a month, and it should not have been today, perhaps because of the appearance of stone carvings, the old man changed his mind in advance.

The prayer lasted for more than ten minutes, everyone got up, and the old man was again brainwashed and paranoid remarks, and this assembly was considered to be the end of it.

Ferrante and the others were still walking at the back, and as they approached the door, he glanced back and saw the old man standing quietly in front of the throne and the stone carving, his head bowed in silence.

Walking out of the hall, waiting to board the boat and go home, but at that moment, the entire underground waterway began to shake violently, and the moss on the stone walls fell one after another.

The people under the ship exclaimed in surprise, showing frightened eyes, and Ferrante did not maintain the posture of a nobleman.

Thorst frowned, looked back at the wooden door, and without hesitation, kicked open and broke in, Phelan had no choice but to follow behind.

At this time, the old man in the hall was hit by a boulder that fell from the top of his head, and he had lost his breath, and the vibration inside was even more violent, making people unable to stand.

The stone carvings of the 'Creator' on the throne trembled, and gurgling blood gushed out and sprinkled on the throne.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sost raised his foot and wanted to run over and take away the stone carving, why did he sneak into this organization, wasn't it for this stone carving, for this matter related to the antiquities of the First Magic Academy of the previous era.

But he had only taken two steps before the stone carvings exploded, the rubble flew everywhere, and the entire hall was about to collapse.

The boatman outside roared and beckoned everyone to get on board, and Ferrante had to drag Sost out of the place with all his might, and the boat quickly headed outside.

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......

"Damn it!"

"I think it's better for me to say this at this time. ”

Ferrante changed back into his original clothes, and the two left 32 Crown Street and walked towards the Duke's palace.

Sost lost his usual composure, and now it was Ferrante's turn to comfort him.

"Tonight was so memorable that I decided to go to church tomorrow in case I was targeted by some evil god. ”

"That's not an evil god! That's ......."

Sost's words stopped at his lips, and he looked up at the Duke's mansion that was close at hand, and was stunned for a moment.

Ferrante also looked over, and saw Duke Roy standing at the window of his son's room, quietly watching the two of them.

"Let's go...... Walk through the main entrance and say that you are my classmate. Ferrante greeted and walked in.

"Young master, you're back, the master is ......"

"I see, Grandpa Knard. ”

Bidding farewell to the old butler, the two went up to the second floor, where Duke Roy seemed to be waiting at the door.

"Father, this is my ......"

"It's cold, so wear more clothes when you go out. ”

Duke Roy didn't listen to Ferrante's explanation, but just cared and left.

The two of them stared at each other and didn't know what was going on, so they had to go back to the room together.

"I'm not used to sharing a bed with a man, but before you go to bed, you'd better explain what happened tonight. Ferrante said.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm in a mess right now, and besides, I don't like to sleep with a man. ”

As he spoke, Sost lay down on the floor wrapped in a trench coat, but fortunately it was not too cold because of the carpet in winter.

Ferrante raised an eyebrow, ignored him, walked to the table and put the cold-sensitive salmon on the edge of the fireplace, tonight's events were indeed a fright, and he needed a good night's sleep to recuperate.

The next day

The sun shone into the room, Ferrante stretched, and looked at the clock It was already ten o'clock, there was no paleontology course scheduled, skipping class was common for him, and he was not worried about what would happen.

Sost had risen early in the morning and had been sitting at his desk in contemplation, when he turned to look at Ferrante, who had just woken up, and regained his composure.

"Are you ready? I can explain, but I suggest you take a copy of the Cult of Light as a spiritual sustenance, because what I'm going to say next may change your perception. ”

"Ah~ Go to the restaurant to talk, I think coffee is more calming than the canon. ”

With a yawn, Ferrante got up and went downstairs, Sost following behind, he was indeed a little hungry.

When the two of them went downstairs, the old butler was already waiting on the side, and when he heard the footsteps of the stairs, he was already ready for the young master's meal.

But at this moment, a maid hurriedly ran in from outside, whispering something in the ear of the old butler, who had a strange face, and was interrupted by Ferrante before he could speak.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Uh...... Young master, I found a beggar without clothes in the courtyard, I will arrange for someone to drive him away, and you will have dinner with your friends first. ”

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......

Blowing on the heat of coffee, Ferrante and Sost looked at each other, and the young man was found in the courtyard of the mansion.

When the two interested people arrived, their first reaction was that this person was not a beggar, although he was not covered with an inch, he was also clean, as if he had just run out of the bathhouse.

Watching him gobble up as if he had been hungry for a year, Ferrante finally couldn't help but open the topic.

"That...... This gentleman, you're from Sears, are you in trouble?"

The "......" young man was still eating his food and ignored it.

"What's your name!" Thorst opened his mouth to get straight to the point, his tone a little stern.

"I ......" the young man was stunned with bread in his left hand and spoon in his right hand, "I ...... My name is...... My name is Cassia. ”

"Where's the man!"

"I ...... I don't know, I don't remember anything, I just know my name is ...... Cassia . ”

Suddenly, Cassia screamed loudly, threw down the bread, and held his head in excruciating pain, and then fainted.

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