"Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief!"

The famous words of Russell the Great inexplicably appeared in the bottom of Furth's heart, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Paying her as a thank you sounds reasonable. But Forth felt that her contributions were not enough to make Dorian, a stranger, 'pour out her heart and lungs'.

Mrs. Ann Lisa led her on the path of the extraordinary, and that was because she took care of Mrs. Ann Lisa for a long time. And Mr. Lawrence's willingness to show trust and sincerity in her is also explained by the discovery of her identity when he was dying.

But Dorian is different, you know, they're only meeting for the first time.

"No, no."

Furth decisively refused, pondered the words in his heart, and hesitantly stretched out his right hand. She lifted the cuffs, revealing her white wrists and a string of silver stone bracelets hidden by the ruffle leaves on the cuffs.

"This was given to me by Mrs. Lisa, including her extraordinary properties," said Furth, considering his words. ”

Dorian's eyes were a little stunned, and then fell silent.

'Extraordinary characteristics', this kind of word would not be understood if it were not for 'insiders'. In other words, Foirth was already an extraordinary, using the extraordinary characteristics of Lisa and inheriting everything from her.

And Ash Blake, who is next to her, is also obviously an extraordinary person.

And, definitely a powerful extraordinary.

But this did not make Dorian give up, but only strengthened the speculation in his heart!

"Ms. Wall."

Dorian took a deep breath and said slowly, "Did Lisa tell you which family she came from?" ”

"Nope."

Foirth shook his head lightly and replied calmly, "Lisa is vaguely dissatisfied with Mr. Robero's relatives. ”

Dorian Moran, Lauboro, Ann Lisa's husband, was also a member of Abraham.

"Ms. Wall."

Dorian looked up and said sincerely, "Would you like to hear me tell a story?" ”

“……”

Furth was silent for a long time, subconsciously looking at the embers on the side.

Ember saw the girl's thoughts and said slowly, "I just came with you." ”

"Hmm~"

Furth puffed out his face, didn't this just kick the ball back to her again?

"All right, Mr. Dorian."

Fur thought for a moment and said helplessly, "But can you tell this story as briefly as possible?" ”

"Of course."

Dorian breathed a sigh of relief, he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, as if he didn't know where to start.

But after hesitating for a long time, he still slowly spoke:

"During the Solomonic Empire of the Quaternary Age, there was once an incomparably glorious family of Abraham."

"That's a powerful angelic family that is enough to be on a par with the Solomonic family at that time, and the Tudor family who later ruled the Tudor Kingdom."

In the subsequent Tudor period, the family of Abraham was also the family of the five angels alongside Amun, Antigonus, Jacob, and Tamara. Yes, as you can imagine. The family used to have angels, more than one. ”

Dorian said, pausing for a moment before explaining solemnly.

"No, I already knew."

Firth muttered in his heart, but there was a look of surprise on his face.

After all, it was Ember who told her all this, and neither Mrs. Ann Lisa nor Mr. Lawrence had told her this. Well, of course, the history that Ember tells is also inevitably lacking in detail, without Dorian's exhaustion.

"But one day, the patriarch of the House of Abraham suddenly disappeared."

"After that, all the family members were saddled with an unknown curse. This curse made the Abrahams far more likely to get out of control than the average extraordinary, and made it almost impossible for them to become powerful extraordinary. ”

"The originally powerful angel family fell apart in an instant."

While listening attentively, Furth nodded from time to time, and said in his heart:

"It's supposed to be a betrayal next, right?"

The next step was that Abraham was betrayed by their apprentices, and the family was lost as a result. It's a story she's heard, though it's a tragedy. But the more I listened to it, the more I lost my initial sensibility. Even the former Foirth had a mind to write this experience into a book-

For example, the heroine Miss Sissi taught an excellent apprentice, but in the end, the apprentice chose to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.

However, to the surprise of Furth, Dorian's next story was completely unexpected.

Dorian's face suddenly became solemn, and his voice was ethereal and loud, as if telling an epic:

"While the curse was spreading among the clan, there were still several surviving demigods in the clan, and they were all Sequence 4 and above Extraordinary. In order to stop the spread of the curse, they tried all kinds of methods, but in the end they all failed. ”

Gradually, even these demigods died one by one in the constant rush. It was a time of Abraham's greatest despair. When all the demigods die, there will be no one to protect this former family of angels. ”

"But in this most desperate time, the Abrahams saw hope!"

"Hope?"

Furth blinked, and his mind stirred.

Because this part of the story is something that Ember has not told, or even Ember does not know.

"Yes, hope!"

Dorian's face was grim, and he took a deep breath and said, "In the most desperate time, Abraham received a prophecy:"

"Only fire and fools can save Abraham!"

"The Fool and the Flame ......"

Furth's expression suddenly became nervous, she was neither a spectator nor a clown, so she could only lower her head to hide her emotional changes. She didn't want anyone to know that she met Mr. 'Fool' in Tarot every Monday.

So, is the reason Dorian said these words because he knew that he and Ember were 'faith' in Mr. Fool?

"Yes, the Flame and the Fool."

Dorian nodded solemnly and nodded calmly, but at the end he laughed at himself, "But many people in the family have given up on this prophecy, thinking that it is only used to fool future generations. The prophecy that the last demigod of the family sacrificed his life in exchange for it was only used to fool them in their eyes, isn't it? ”

"That is, Mr. Dorian, you always believed in this prophecy?"

Furth hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively.

"Of course."

Dorian happily confessed his identity as Abraham, and said, "I have always believed in the prophecy of the ancestors who exchanged their lives for their lives, only fire and fools can save Abraham!" ”

Feeling a mess in his mind, Firth hesitated and asked, "So...... Mr. Dorian, do you think we have something to do with the Fool? ”

She didn't know what the flame was, but she knew the 'Fool', and she subconsciously thought that the other party was pointing at Mr. Fool.

"Nope."

Dorian shook his head and said, "On the contrary, Abrahams knew who the fool was, and that was the culmination of the 'soothsayer' path that the Antigonus family mastered. However, just like our ancestors, the ancestors of the House of Antigonus have long since disappeared. ”

"The fool is illusory, and for us, fire is the only salvation! But for thousands of years, we have not found any clues or information related to the 'flames'. It's as if it's just an illusory dream! ”

"Until today."

Dorian suddenly changed his words, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Today?"

Furth immediately realized that he was referring to the arrival of the two of them, but he must have had nothing to do with the so-called flames. Combined with Dorian's words, glancing at Ember from time to time, the answer is already coming out:

The so-called flames point to the embers!

Furth raised his head to look at Ember, only to find that he was looking at the somewhat fanatical Dorian with no expression, and said in a calm tone:

"So, you hope I can help you? Or, help Abraham? ”

"Yes!"

Dorian nodded without hesitation and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what you have to do with fire, Mr. Black, but for thousands of years, you are the only person I have ever met who has the potential to solve the curse we are carrying. ”

"Then how can you be sure?"

Furth suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, and asked rhetorically.

"I am a Sequence 7 astrologer with the ability to divinate prophecies. And. ”

Dorian paused, looked at Furth on the side, and suddenly smiled, "I think Ms. Wall, you've confirmed my suspicions, haven't you?" Because of the bracelet you used, you're also suffering from curses. ”

"It's this Mr. Black, who solved, at least suppressed your curse, didn't it?"

"What curse?"

In response to Dorian's inquiry, Firth tried to keep his expression under control, and asked rhetorically.

It's a pity, although she has tried her best not to expose her flaws. But after all, she is just a master of tricks, and she can't do a performance that leaves no trace like the audience and clowns.

Dorian smiled dumbly, shook his head, and said, "Miss Wall, maybe you lack talent for acting. ”

"I ......"

Fore wanted to refute it, but he quickly became deflated and pouted.

Dorian turned his hopeful gaze back to Ember in hopes of receiving his answer.

"I can help you."

Ember tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said slowly, "But the question is, what kind of reward can you give?" ”

"Any pay!"

Hearing this, Dorian not only did not feel that there was anything wrong, but replied without the slightest hesitation: "As long as you are willing to help, Abraham can pay any price!" ”

Ember pondered for two seconds, still speaking calmly, "If that's the case, I can try." ”

He would have needed to get Sequence 5 or more potion recipes from Abraham, not even more than potions recipes. This kind of family, which has been inherited for thousands of years, even if it has declined now, is still rich, otherwise it will not be able to continue to this day.

Maybe there is not only a potion recipe in its 'family treasury', but also a corresponding main ingredient-

Otherwise, they would not have been able to train so many apprentices in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, these apprentices eventually betrayed the Abrahams.

"Good!"

Seeing Ember finally nodding, a look of ecstasy appeared on Dorian's face, and his voice seemed to tremble a little, "If I can, I want to contact the other members of the clan now." At the very least, let them meet with you, Mr. Black. ”

"Yes."

Ember bowed slightly, and Dorian, who had received the answer, hurriedly left the private room as if he was in a hurry to enter the cave room.

"Ember."

Somewhat absent-mindedly, Furth flipped through the grilled fish on the plate with his fork and asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to promise him?" ”

"It doesn't hurt anyway, does it?"

Ember nodded and said with a smile.

"That's what I said......"

Furth hesitated a little, and hesitated, "But in that case, won't you be able to return to Beckland tonight?" Hmm, should I send Hugh a telegram in advance? ”

"Don't be that troublesome."

Ember shook his head, and said indifferently in the girl's puzzled expression, "You can pray to the 'fool' and let him help convey it, right?" ”

“……”

Furth opened his mouth, and he stopped talking, and he stopped talking, and he didn't know what to say.

Is that how Mr. 'Fool' uses it?! That's a resurrecting god! And according to Mr. Dorian, this 'Fool' may be the ancestor of the House of Antigonus.

"Don't be too psychologically burdened."

Ember seemed to see through Folth's thoughts at a glance, and said leisurely, "You can tell Mr. 'Fool' about the conversation you just had with Dorian, after all, this information must be of high value to Mr. 'Fool'. And in return, it's not too much to ask for Him to speak on his behalf, is it? ”

Firth hesitated for two seconds, his expression a little loose, as if he had been persuaded by the embers.

Finally, the girl nodded silently, cleaned up a little, and then recited in a low voice:

"A fool who does not belong to this time;"

"The Mysterious Lord of the Grey Mist;"

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune."

"I want to pray to you and state what happened to me today......"

……

Beckland, inside the cafeteria of the Cragg Club.

Klein was picking up a meal with Dr. Allen and the others, not because he wanted to save money for a meal, but simply because he happened to be passing by the Kragg Club today. It's all here, don't eat for nothing, don't you?

But at this moment, he heard the illusory cascading voice of supplication again, vaguely from a woman.

Klein's expression moved slightly, but he continued to pick up the meal quietly, and found a nearby place to sit down with Dr. Allen.

After putting down the plate, Klein quickly said:

"I'll go to the bathroom."

"Huh?

Dr. Allen looked at Klein in some surprise and strangeness, but Crane turned and strode towards the bathroom before he finished saying that, not noticing Dr. Allen's eyes.

Entering the bathroom, Crane locked the door and skillfully walked four steps backwards into the gray fog.

Looking at the crimson stars that were expanding and contracting, he spread spirituality and chose to listen.

"Dorian Gray, the Abrahamic Family......"

"Abraham was burdened with a curse, a demigod prophecy, and only fire and fools could save Abraham."

"The apex of the soothsayer's path is the Fool, and the Abrahams suspect that the 'Fool' is the ancestor of the House of Antigonus......"

Crane was confused at first, but soon changed color due to Forth's information, and even the Joker's abilities made him almost unable to control his expression.

One thunderbolt after another exploded in Klein's mind, causing him to be mentally confused, and he had a sense of fate:

"I'm so stupid, really!"

"I only knew that the sequence mastered by the Antigonus family was the soothsayer path, but I never thought that the 'sequence 0' of the soothsayer's path was probably the 'fool'."

"The note that let the original owner die and indirectly helped me to cross comes from the Antigonus family, who have mastered the way of the soothsayer."

"It was the diary of Russell the Great that made me choose the soothsayer's potion."

"And why do I call myself a 'fool'? Is it because of the soothsayer? ”

"But if the 'fool' of the House of Antigonus hadn't died, wouldn't what I do now be taking over the magpie's nest?"

At this moment, Klein's mind was extremely complicated, as if there were two villains fighting in his heart.

One said: You are finished, as soon as the fool returns, you will be the first to be liquidated!

The other said: No way, he is long dead, I am the real 'fool'!

He tried to remember the face of the soothsayer, but found that he could not remember anything.

He remembered that he had met her in front of a low tent, that she was wearing a pointed hat and a long black dress, that her face was painted red and yellow, and that her eyes were gray-blue and deep. I remember that she was driven away by a real soothsayer halfway through her interpretation, and she was actually just an animal tamer for her own divination.

But what about the face?

What does she really look like?

"It's like fate has woven a breathless net!"

"And what is hidden behind all this?"

Crane rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself as he pulled Miss Magician above the gray mist.

Suddenly, Furth opened his eyes and saw the endless gray mist below him, the towering stone pillars, the majestic palace supported by the stone pillars, and an ancient mottled bronze table in front of him.

At the top of the bronze table, there was a mysterious and anomalous figure wrapped in a thick gray mist that seemed to look down on everything.

Furth half-stood up and saluted, and said respectfully:

"Mr. 'Fool'."

'Fool' Klein smiled and said:

"Your intelligence is valuable, what kind of payment do you need?"

"No, you don't need to be paid."

Furth waved his hand, thought for a moment and whispered:

"Mr. Fool, if you can, I would like you to help you do it for you...... Convey to Miss Judge that we may not be able to return to Beckland anytime soon. ”

After saying that, Furth looked a little apprehensive again.

This is Mr. Fool, is it really good to trouble him for such a trivial matter?

"That's great!"

Crane couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, he was afraid that Foirth would make a request that he couldn't do. It's just a trivial matter of passing on the word, and it couldn't be easier.

However, on the surface, it is still the 'coldness' of this fool, Klein just smiled and said:

"Yes."

"Thank you for your generosity."

Furth breathed a sigh of relief, but hesitated for a moment, and then asked with some hesitation, "Mr. Fool, I have a question......

Forth looked up at the 'Fool', and saw that the 'Fool' was looking at her encouragingly, so he plucked up his courage and said:

"I want to know, Mr. 'Lover' what does he have to do with the flames?"

Ember didn't let her ask the question, but Furth asked it of his own volition.

"That's a good question."

Klein raised an eyebrow slightly, quite satisfied with Forth's question, which he had wanted to answer for a long time.

Crane lifted his hand and pointed somewhere.

Firth looked in the direction that Mr. Fool had pointed, and the gray mist flowed like water, dotted with one crimson illusory "star" after another. Some of them are large, some are small, some are hidden in the depths, and some are floating on the surface.

"It's you."

Crane said, pointing to one of the lit crimson stars.

"Me?"

Furth was a little stunned, but Crane quickly pointed to the other stars:

"This is Miss Judgment."

"This is Miss Justice."

"This is Mr. Hanged Man......"

Klein introduced a few stars, but Furth suddenly felt a little uneasy, because Mr. Fool had not introduced the 'lover'!

But soon, Klein, who had finished introducing the other members, finally pointed somewhere and said slowly:

"That's lovers."

Firth followed the direction the fool had pointed, and finally found a red star that was far larger than the others.

"This is embers?"

Furth thought subconsciously, but soon realized her mistake.

Because when she looked closely, she realized that behind the red star, there was a small cluster of flames hidden!

The flame was small and glowing brightly.

But its light was so faint that it overlapped with the crimson stars, emitting a faint glow that was almost imperceptible. If Mr. Fool hadn't pointed it out to her, she wouldn't have noticed the existence of that small cluster of flames!

Firth was silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "The flame, the embers?" ”

"Yes."

Mr. 'Fool' bowed slightly, and sighed leisurely:

"The flames are his past and a curse. But whatever it is, it has long been integrated with him. ”

If Miss Furth hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten that what represented the embers was a cluster of flames. And this small cluster of flames can actually confirm some of his guesses-

Ember must have gone one of usurping or seizing fire, otherwise there is no way to explain why it is a cluster of flames that represents his 'soul'!

But it only made Klein even more strange.

How can a person who can do such a rebellious thing as usurping fire or seizing fire think about spreading fire all day long?

This beaver?

But can 'only fire and fools save Abraham'?

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that, after all, the curse of the House of Abraham is the whisper of the full moon.

And the embers of this problem can be solved by the Abrahams, which is already well reflected in the case of Foirth. As for the fools......

"Hey, wait, it seems like I can do this kind of thing, right?"

Crane's expression suddenly became a little strange, and when he thought about it, was it possible that he could solve their curse by himself?

As long as the Abrahams recited their honorific names, he would be able to take refuge on the night of the full moon.

So what the fool is pointing at really seems to be referring to himself?

Is this prophecy so accurate?

Crane smiled with satisfaction, which meant that I was the only fool, which was a good thing.

But then, I don't know what came to mind, and Crane's expression suddenly stiffened.

If, he is saying if, if he had helped the Abrahamic family, what would he have gained?

First of all, as the so-called emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, since the Abrahamic family is a former angel family, they have at least one Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1 Extraordinary. Even if such a family has declined, even if it has been betrayed, its heritage is by no means comparable to that of ordinary secret organizations.

If the Fool succeeds in helping them, he will surely gain Abraham's friendship and even turn them into his own followers. Then when he, the 'god', sent his own beneficiaries to ask his followers for extraordinary ingredients or potion recipes, would they not give them? If you can subdue this family with an ancient but declining heritage, wouldn't it mean that your future road will be smooth?!

And doesn't this also mean that I have missed another opportunity?!

Thinking of the possible reward Ember would receive, a stiff smile tugged at the 'Fool''s face.

No, no loss.

At least when Ember gets this, he shouldn't be stingy about selling these things to 'World' or 'Crane'. Rounding up, doesn't that make a difference?

Well, just a small price to pay, which is the gold pound.

And it's not necessarily a good thing to have all the Abrahams believe in me. For example, I can't respond to them all, I can't make sure that everyone is sheltered, and I don't have enough spirituality for me to do that, so that's a good thing!

Well, that's right, that's it!

Klein kept enlightening and comforting himself in the bottom of his heart, trying to convince himself that the one who was crying out, 'I'm so sour!' 'The mind.

……

"What does the 'fool' say?"

In the private room of the restaurant, Ember looked at the girl who didn't seem to have come back to her senses and asked.

"Mr. 'Fool' agreed."

Instead of looking at him, Furth looked down at the plate on the table, and as if he was hungry, he shoved a fish cutlet into his mouth, and said vaguely, "So, don't let me do this next time." Don't you think it's too much to let Mr. 'Fool' be the microphone or something? ”

Ember shrugged and didn't reply.

He also lowered his head to look at the fish cutlet on the plate, and the two bulging fish eyes on the head of the fish were looking at the embers at the same time, as if to tell of his reluctance to die. Rao is embers also felt a little unwell, so he picked up the fish head and threw it in the trash.

"Bang bang!"

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

After receiving a response from the box, Dorian pushed the door open. His expression no longer looked as sad as before, as if he had let go of a lot of baggage and was a lot more relaxed.

Dorian said with a smile on his face:

"I have sent a telegram to the rest of the family, and someone has responded. As agreed, we will meet in Didsey in a few days. ”

Dorian was afraid that Ember would be troublesome, so he followed up and explained, "Mr. Black, it would take nearly three days to get from Port Pletzer to Desey County, even by steam train. ”

Ember didn't look as impatient as Dorian had imagined, but asked calmly:

"When are you leaving?"

"How's tomorrow?"

Dorian asked cautiously, "I'll have to wait for a reply from the other family members, so it's best to wait until tomorrow morning before taking a cruise or steam train to Divisy." ”

Furth wondered, "Wouldn't that have to be in Pritz Harbor for a day?" Then we'll have to find a hotel in the afternoon......"

"Not really."

Dorian smiled, "I have a villa on the outskirts of Port Priewds, and although I don't live there, I've always hired maids to clean it. If you don't mind, you can go over there and take a break tonight. ”

“……”

Furth doesn't want to speak, should it be said that it is worthy of an ancient family that has been passed down for thousands of years? Even if it has declined, the wealth it has is still an astronomical amount for ordinary people.

The villa is bought and not lived, and the maid has to be hired to clean it, it is like buying a villa specifically for the maid, and you have to pay her a salary.

"By the way, there's this."

Dorian seemed to think of something, and suddenly pulled out a notebook.

"It's ......"

Firth glanced at it, it was the notebook that Mr. Lawrence had given her.

Dorry soothed the cover of the note and said softly:

"It's called Lymanor's Travel Notes, but we prefer to call it Lymanor's Magic Book."

"This magic book allows you to record some extraordinary ability at the same time."

"This is pinned to one of the pages of the note and kept for a long time, so you can use it whenever you need it. But after using it once, the corresponding page will be blank again, waiting for you to record it again. ”

"Shepherd?"

Ember asked thoughtfully.

"It's similar."

Dorian nodded and explained, "This corresponds to the extraordinary abilities of our apprentice path's Sequence 6 'Recorder', and in some ways it can even be said to be stronger than 'Shepherd'!" Because a shepherd can only drive one soul at a time, while a recorder can use multiple abilities at once! ”

Ember was noncommittal, neither refuting nor affirming.

Although Dorian comes from an ancient family and holds many secrets, because he only has Sequence 7, many things cannot be truly imagined even if he sees the description. And because he took the apprenticeship path, coupled with the glory of the Abraham family, there is naturally an illusion that 'I take the best path in the world'.

But in fact, the recorder and the shepherd can only say that there are pros and cons.

The former can use multiple abilities at the same time, but each can only be used once, and the number is limited.

Although the latter needs to use the extraordinary ability of the soul by switching the soul that drives it, this process can be changed instantaneously, and the shepherd can also drive the soul of the 'recorder', such as Mr. A.

"It is capable of recording 3 demigod-level extraordinary abilities, 10 extraordinary abilities of Sequence 5 and Sequence 6, and 25 extraordinary abilities below Sequence 6. However, the higher the sequence, the greater the chance of failure, so it often takes several or even a dozen times to succeed. ”

"And the higher the sequence, the worse it will be. Sequence 4 and above may be only half of the original, and even sequence 5 may be only 80% of the original. ”

"On top of that, it has a powerful negative effect just like any other magical item. After every use, it will make you lost, you will encounter all kinds of dangers, and even lose your life! You have to draw your own blood after use and apply it evenly to the cover to eliminate this effect. ”

Foirth nodded again and again, but at last he was a little puzzled:

"Mr. Dorian, why are you telling us this?"

"Abraham will be rewarded for his kindness."

Dorian seemed to anticipate her question, and smiled as he handed the note to Firth, "Whether or not you can solve the curse we have carried, this note will be used as compensation for your efforts!" ”

"Compensation? It's really bold. ”

Furth took the note and sighed softly in his heart.

He prostituted a magical item for nothing without doing anything, and the Abraham family is really rich. But by doing this, Mr. Dorian is also proving to them that the Abrahams can really pay enough, right?

But is this really necessary?

It's just a prophecy that has never been confirmed, and they can't even determine the identity of Ember, but they're willing to pay such a high price. Is it really a belief in that so-called prophecy? Or is it because of 'rushing to the doctor'? Or is it something else?

Forth handed the note to Ember and looked at Ember's side face and couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

After all, what exactly is 'flame'? What is the relationship between embers and flames? Could the reason he not have a heartbeat also have something to do with the flames?

Seeing that Ember and the two had accepted this magical item, Dorian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"I still have some things to attend to, so I won't disturb your meal. If you need an extra meal, you can ask Chef Sergei in the kitchen. If something comes to me, I'll be upstairs in the study. ”

"By the way, here's the address and key to the villa."

Dorian placed a note and key on the table, and then walked back out of the box, and even closed the door thoughtfully.

"Isn't he worried that we'll take something and run away?"

Furth complained, turned his head and found Ember holding the notes in a daze, and couldn't help but ask in a confused whisper, "What are you thinking?" ”

Ember pondered for two seconds, then suddenly asked:

"I'm wondering, is this notebook only for extraordinary abilities?"

Furth was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while, and instinctively asked:

"What else is there besides extraordinary abilities?"

Ember thought for a moment and replied seriously: "Magic, spells, miracles, well, and combat skills, prayers, ......"

“……”

Furth stopped talking, are you sure you're not talking about the same thing? Or maybe they all belong to extraordinary abilities, right? What's the difference, exactly?

……

Dorian left the dining room and returned to his office on the second floor, closing the door. At some point, the curtains had been closed in the office, making the light in the room seem dim. Dorian was clearly used to it, and he just walked to his desk in silence and sat down.

Woo!

There was a sudden wind blowing in the office, with the sound of crying trills.

Circles of light swung out quickly, as if forming a door outside of the normal concept.

A half-illusory, half-real spherical spherical object flew out of the "bottom" of the aperture, its entire body was milky white, and there were no eyes, nose, arms, legs, or feet around it, except for a crack in the surface that appeared to be a mouth.

Dorian smiled visibly, opened his mouth, and hummed a folkloric lullaby.

The 'round ball' suddenly swayed from side to side, which looked extremely pleasant.

After humming the song, Dorian reached out his hand.

The 'ball' jumped up and down, its body bulging suddenly, and its 'mouth' opening wide.

Then, it spat out a letter.

"Well done, Malmos."

Dorian took the letter and praised the 'Ball', which made the 'Ball' sway happily again. It's just that when Dorian opened the letter and quickly scanned it with great anticipation, his eyes became disappointed and lonely at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He lied, and did not respond as he said in front of Ember with a family member, and agreed to meet in Didsey County in a few days.

In fact, he did not use the telegraph to communicate with others, but rather a 'messenger' who was relatively rare even among the extraordinary.

The messenger allows him to communicate with members of the Abrahamic family living around the world faster and more conveniently, and can be sure that it is they who receive the letters.

But unfortunately, among all the people he contacted, there was not even a single reply of encouragement and support!

Dorian's face was full of bitterness, thousands of years had passed, and there were only a few people in Abraham's family who were willing to believe in the prophecy. Especially after that betrayal, their wariness and rejection of outsiders have also increased.

The reason why he said that he would meet at the county of Dixie in four days was actually just a delaying tactic.

He hoped that he would be able to write letters to as many family members as possible and persuade them as much as possible in these four days. Although he didn't know how many people would go, no matter what, it was a hope. Even if this hope is incomparably ethereal and illusory, even if it seems as unattainable as a mirror.

But no matter what, only by reaching out can one grasp that fleeting miracle!

"But is it all worth it?"

Dorian sat at the table, looking at the last sentence of the letter, his white fingers grasping the edge of the letter hard, and he was silent for a long time. But in the end, it all turned into a long sigh. And his eyes became more determined than ever at this moment.

He picked up his pen and pulled out a clean letterhead.

"It's worth it!"

"There's nothing more worth fighting for! My parents, my brothers, my sisters, my children, and thousands of years ago, countless ancestors, too many people paid with their lives because of the curse! ”

"If there is hope in my generation that the curse can be lifted, then why should we not do it?!"

"Even if it's not for ourselves, it's for our children...... For your children, at least try hard, don't you? ”

Dorian folded the letterhead and handed it to his messenger Malmos, who then took out another clean letterhead. Members of the Abrahamic family are scattered all over the world, and Dorian needs to use different tones for different people.

And this time, he wrote only a short sentence:

"Make Abraham Great Again!"

PS: A potential masterpiece, worth watching, push it again

(End of chapter)