West of Boulder, an abandoned town.

Ever since the Flame Demon Disaster ten years ago, which everyone talked about, this place had been designated by the Divine Court as a forbidden area for ordinary people to enter.

Ten years later, the most powerful monsters have long since been cleaned up by the Demon Hunt and the Judgment, and the memories of the once terrifying ones have gradually faded into oblivion, only the memories of those who experienced them when they chatted.

Although the dark erosion still exists in some dark corners, it has become a dark paradise in Boulder City as the city's commerce and crafts have continued to grow, and the burghers have grown and wanderers and freedmen have flocked to the ever-expanding city.

Northwest of the abandoned city, at the junction with the outer city.

It is the largest slum in Boulder City and the most densely populated.

The vast majority of the people living here are low-level hired workers in various simple workshops in the western urban areas, hired servants of small nobles and wealthy households, free mercenaries eager to get rich, peasants and free tenants who have lost their land in recent years due to the enclosure of the aristocracy, as well as robbers, thieves, beggars, etc.

This is also the favorite place of cultists.

Dirty, chaotic, bumpy and muddy streets, a luxurious horse-drawn carriage slowly drove by.

Seeing the red rose pattern on the side of the carriage, the numb pedestrians on the street lowered their heads, ducked to the sides in a panic, and then saluted.

This is the carriage of the Rose Society, the largest underground gang in Boulder City.

In the abandoned city, the Rose Society is the sky, and its influence is almost equal to that of the Divine Court.

The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated hut.

The door opened, and two beautiful maids with beast ears stepped down and spread a red carpet on the muddy ground to the door.

Dressed in a black tuxedo and white gloves, and holding an ornate aristocratic cane, the slender Sebas gracefully stepped out of the carriage.

When he came to the hut, he reached out and gently tapped on the door.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and a beautiful girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old poked her little head out vigilantly.

She had beautiful long brown hair and a pair of snow-white spurs that did not match her age at all, a shabby maid outfit full of patches, and strange red golden pupils full of vigilance.

Seeing the girl, Sebas smiled slightly and conjured a rose:

"Good afternoon, beautiful Miss Rena, remember me?"

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

Sebastian: ......

The corners of his mouth twitched, he put the rose down, and knocked on the door again:

"Miss Rena, I'm coming to visit Miss Anna, and please open the door."

The door didn't move.

Sebas was helpless.

He cleared his throat and said in a loud voice:

"Lady Anna, I am Sebas, the president of the Rose Society, and I have come to visit you and have something important to discuss!"

Be quiet......

It wasn't until a moment later that the door opened again with a "squeak."

The girl named Rena glanced at Sebas warily, her red golden pupils still tinged with the vigilance of a small animal.

"Rena, let him in."

The old voice came from inside the hut, with a long sigh.

Rena glanced behind her, then nodded obediently and silently pulled the door open.

"Thank you, Miss Rena."

Sebas smiled brightly and gracefully entered the cabin.

Inside, the light is dim.

An old, scrawny old woman was sitting on a chaise longue, drowsy.

Sensing Sebas's approach, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pale and cloudy eyes:

"Your Excellency Sebas, I should have said, don't bother my old woman again."

The old woman's voice was old and calm, with a faint helplessness.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she was directly stunned.

I saw her staring at the top of Sebas's head in a daze, and a faint light flashed in her cloudy eyes.

Gradually, her eyes widened wider and wider, and the whole person couldn't help but get up from the recliner, as if she saw something incredible.

She trembled and stretched out her withered arm towards Sebas, as if trying to catch something, and the old voice suddenly began to tremble:

"Crimson!"

"I saw a blood-like crimson!"

"The Great Golden Sunset into the Darkness of Eternal Silence ......"

"The crimson blood moon rises in a dazzling light!"

"Roses hold up roses......"

"The Blood Moon holds the throne high!"

"This ...... It's ......"

"Fire!"

"It's fire!"

"The fire is burning! The fire is spreading! Flame...... Swallowed it all! ”

"And then ......"

"Everything was born again!"

The old woman's voice was hoarse, as if she were crazy.

Her crazy appearance startled the girls Rena and Sebas.

With her shout, the light and darkness of the whole hut changed, flickering and dimming, and a fierce strange wind blew the hut creaking......

Sebas's expression became solemn almost instantly.

He knew that the other person's prophetic eye had seen the prophecy again.

The old woman's madness continued for a long time.

It wasn't until a long time later that everything was calm again.

She sat down in the chaise longue again, looking quite tired and looking older.

After a moment, she looked up again, her cloudy pale eyes to Sebas:

"Your Excellency Sebas......"

"Can you tell me, what happened to you?"

"Why did your presence once again trigger my eyes of foreknowledge?"

"Your fate seems to have changed dramatically...... I can't see through your future anymore! ”

"You...... What exactly did you encounter? ”

Looking at the old woman's pale eyes, Sebas's heart was beating wildly.

Of course he knew what was going on.

It's just that...... He didn't expect that his next visit would make the other party react so much!

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said:

"Ms. Anna."

"I'm here to thank you for making your prediction come true."

"I really found a way to lift the curse through the pages of the curse!"

"This is my reward, please be sure to accept it......"

As he spoke, he took out a small and gorgeous ring from his bosom and placed it respectfully in front of the old lady.

The old woman didn't even look at the ring.

She looked at Sebas silently, a glimmer in her pale eyes.

After a moment, she suddenly said:

"So...... Is the source of everything the opportunity you found? ”

Sebas smiled but didn't say anything.

The old woman was silent.

After a long time, she let out a long sigh:

"That's it. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. ”

"The old woman is also old, and she can't stand the toss."

"If you think about it, the less you know about some things, the happier you will be......"

With that, the old woman motioned for the young girl Rena to accept the ring.

Then, she said calmly:

"Anyway, what do you want to ask when you come to me this time?"

Sebas smiled.

He sat down at the old woman's chaise longue, conjured a goblet filled with red wine, and drank it elegantly.

Then, with a smile, he said:

"This time, in fact, it is related to the previous prophecy."

"I know you're very knowledgeable, and your research on the Bloodline is incomparably deeper."

"I would like to ask you about the origin of the pages of the cursed book......"

Listening to Sebas's words, the old woman looked at him meaningfully:

"What are you asking for?"

"Probably...... Are you interested in the origin of the cursed pages? ”

Sebas took a sip of his wine and smiled.

The old woman snorted, clearly disbelieving.

After a moment, she said:

"The Cursed Pages were once an artifact of the Bloodline, more accurately...... When all the pages of the Curse are combined, it's an artifact of the Bloodline. ”

"It's the oldest artifact of the Blood Clan, and it's also the most mysterious artifact."

"No one knows what that artifact does, including the Blood Clan, and all those who know the existence of that artifact only know that it records all the inheritances of the Blood Clan......"

"Of course, after it is destroyed, the inheritance has been cursed, and mortals will be polluted when they get it, and the gods will see it like a chicken rib...... The pages of the Cursed Book are only depravity and curses. ”

"And when this artifact was intact, it once had an ancient and resounding name......"

As she spoke, the old woman looked directly at Sebas and said in a deep voice:

"Bloody ...... Holy Scriptures! ”

"Blood Tome ......"

Sebas chewed on the name, thoughtful.

He straightened his face and asked solemnly:

"So...... Who is its owner? ”

"Why do you ask this?"

The old woman did not answer, but suddenly asked rhetorically.

"Just curious."

Sebas took a sip of red wine and rubbed his fingers slightly.

The old woman smiled.

She glanced meaningfully at Sebas and shook her head:

"Sir Sebas, I don't know if you know that when you lie, you always like to rub your fingers subconsciously."

Sebas's movements froze instantly, and his smile froze a little.

However, the old woman did not dwell on this, but sighed softly, and said:

"Who is the owner of the Blood Sacred Text...... Although this incident has almost become a lost secret, it is just ...... But the old woman knew. ”

As she spoke, her expression gradually became solemn:

"Your Excellency Sebas, I have a question I want to ask you first."

"Excuse me."

Sebas smiled.

The old woman paused, and then suddenly said:

"Your Excellency, what do you think...... What kind of artifact can be called a holy text? ”

Sebas laughed:

"Holy Scriptures...... Nature is the sacred book left behind by the Divine Being, which is a common term in the Church. ”

"In the Church, the presence of the Holy Scriptures must be the great deity, and it must be the presiding God of the Church."

"So...... What about a race? ”

The old woman asked leisurely.

"Race? That's ...... of course."

Sebaston lived.

He was slightly stunned, as if a thunderclap sounded in his mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person almost subconsciously stood up.

And the old woman went on with his words:

"For a race, it is naturally the most sacred and ancient existence among the races."

"For example...... The creator of the race. ”

"Another example, the origin of the race and the ...... of the ancestors"

Speaking of this, the old woman looked at Sebas faintly:

"Your Excellency Sebas......"

"Now, do you know who the owner of the cursed pages is?"

Sebas didn't know what the old woman was talking about.

Because at this moment, there was only one voice left in his mind that was constantly roaring:

"True Ancestor!"

"It's the True Ancestor!"

"The most sacred and ancient being, the source of all bloodlines!"

"The Night Lady is not a demigod, not a Bloodline Prince!"

"He is the master of the holy book of blood, and He ...... It's the true ancestor of the Bloodline! ”

"He is the true God!"

"He is a ...... True gods! ”