Secret: The undead do not die in the fire

Chapter 297 The Land Abandoned by God
As Mobet was watching Leonard, Leonard also noticed him.

The main thing is that this person's outfit is really peculiar, it's hard not to notice it.

He wore a pointed black hat, and his coat buttons were arranged one above the other, which was neither symmetrical nor harmonious. In addition, the toes of his leather boots were pointed high, making him look like a clown in a circus.

Although this man has a pretty good face, with flaxen hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips, he gives people a feeling of arrogance even when he is sitting.

This extremely uncoordinated dressing style reminded Leonard of the Fourth Epoch. Whether it was the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, or the Trunsost Empire, they all advocated asymmetrical beauty, which was characterized by violating common sense, being messy and asymmetrical, and loving the color black.

That's why Leonard's first impression of him was that he was an avid fan of Quaternary history.

But at this moment, a slightly surprised old voice sounded in his mind:
"How could it be him? How could he still be alive?"

"Who is he? An acquaintance of the old man?"

Leonard's expression changed slightly, and he prepared to leave first and then find the old man to find out what was going on.

But at this moment, the voice in his mind sounded again:
"Ask him his name."

Leonard Mitchell asked calmly:
"Sir, what's your name?"

Mobet Zoroast had been watching the young man with black hair and green eyes in front of him. When he heard him ask, he smiled and said:

"Mobet Zoroaster."

Leonard's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to continue asking, the old voice in his mind sounded again:
"Take him away from the church and find a quiet place. I want to have a good talk with him."

Leonard could hear the nostalgia and complex tone in that old voice. He hesitated for a moment but did not refuse. He just made a subtle gesture to Mobet and turned to walk out of the church.

Mobet looked thoughtfully in the direction Leonard left, and after thinking for a while, he followed him.

Walking out of St. Samuel Church, Leonard crossed the square where many white pigeons were nesting. As if he didn't notice that there was someone following him, he stopped in the square and fed the pigeons for a few minutes.

After he finished all this, he turned and left, walking into a private room of a nearby cafe.

The man who had been following him also followed slowly. Shortly after Leonard entered the private room, he slowly opened the door and walked in.

As soon as Mobet entered the private room, he smiled and greeted in a casual tone:
"Hey, old man, you are still alive."

As he spoke, he sat down opposite Leonard, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Old man?"

Leonard's eyes flickered. Why was he calling him old man?

An old voice with a hint of self-mockery sounded in the private room:
"I am a Sequence 1 angel after all. How can I die so easily?"

"As for you, I remember that when you disappeared, the Solomon Empire had not yet collapsed. How did you survive until now?"

"Alive until now? He is an 'ancient man' from the Solomon Empire to the present?"

Leonard was filled with shock. To survive from the Fourth Epoch to the present, he had to be at least a demigod! And he had to be a very long-lived demigod. Ordinary demigods couldn't live that long.

"It's a long story."

Mobet stroked his chin, as if thinking about how to explain his situation.

"Then let's make a long story short."

"alright."

Facing the old voice's impatient urging, Mobet shrugged:

"To put it simply, I got a book, Groselle's Travels. I don't know who created it or what its purpose was. I only know that I was sucked into it after holding it for a long time, and I have been living in that book ever since."

"I have a few friends who have had the same experience as me. They also come from different eras and were sucked into the book. The purpose of our gathering together is to defeat an enemy in the book, a frost dragon."

"Not long ago, a few more friends entered this book. With their help, we successfully killed the frost dragon and successfully escaped from the world in the book."

The old voice keenly caught the loophole in his words and said in a deep voice:
"Even if you escaped from the book, how did you survive?"

"You would have grown old and died the moment you left that book!"

Mobet smiled and said:
"Almost. We stayed in the book for too long. Theoretically, we would be turned into dust by the erosion of time the moment we left. But someone saved us. The price was to believe in a certain existence."

The old voice fell silent, as if accepting this statement.

A god who indeed had the power to save them from the power of time.

Even if they were not gods, many angels could do this, such as himself. He could easily steal enough time and graft it onto Mobet, allowing him to survive the erosion of time.

It’s a pity that he was not there at the time.

He did not ask about the details of the incident, nor did he ask who that being was. There was a hint of relief in his old voice:
"It's good this way, at least I'm still alive."

"Yeah, at least I'm still alive."

Mobet had a complicated expression, but he didn't comment on this.

Being alive is the greatest blessing, why ask for more?
After waiting for a while, Mobet asked:
"What about the rest of the family?"

The old voice laughed at itself:
"I've become like this, what do you think?"

Mobet raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"So, now there are only two of us left?"

"It seems that the responsibility of continuing the family line still falls on me!"

The old voice did not comment on this and said:

“Amon has been looking for me, and his clones have also been looking for and devouring those Beyonders who are thieves of the Path. You are not only a thief of the Path, but also the only remaining bloodline of the Zoroast family. It is easy for him to target you. Be careful.”

Mobet's expression was a little strange:
"I thought you were going to tell me not to worry, that you would come and save me."

"save you?"

The old voice sneered:
"Why do you think I have fallen to this point? Even in my prime, I was no match for Him, let alone now. If it were just you, you might have a chance to escape. But if He finds out I'm nearby, we'll both die!"

Mobet thought for a moment, then said:

"I need a Sequence 4 potion formula."

Whether it was to protect himself from Amon's pursuit or to take on the important task of revitalizing the family, he needed strong support. Sequence 5 alone was far from enough, he had to be at least Sequence 4.

The old voice was not surprised at all. He casually stuffed a piece of memory to Mobet and said coldly:

"You unworthy descendant, you only know how to ask for favors when you meet an old man, and you don't know how to care for the old man at all, get lost."

Mobet sensed the extra memories in his mind, shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, then stood up and left:

"Old man, take care of yourself."

"Go away. Just looking at you makes me upset."

The old voice sneered repeatedly.

click!
Mobet opened the door of the private room and quickly disappeared from Leonard's perception.

Leonard, who had been sitting quietly by the side, asked cautiously:
"So, what is going on?" The old voice seemed to be a little relieved:
"He is one of my direct descendants. He disappeared after a large-scale war. I originally thought that he was killed by Amon or Jacob, so I couldn't predict the murderer... Now it seems that things are not that simple."

"But it doesn't matter anymore, at least I'm still alive."

Leonard Mitchell was silent for a long time, then asked in a low voice:
"He calls you old man too?"

The old voice sneered in his mind:
"Hehe, you don't think you're the only one, do you?"

"Nothing."

Leonard left the room expressionlessly, ignoring the slightly mocking voice in his head.
-
Backlund Bridge District, Brave Bar, inside the billiard room.

Longzel read through all the information Ian had collected, which recorded the detailed addresses and names of the owners of more than a hundred 'Edward's, but it was difficult for Longzel to find his own family from the name alone, so he could only visit each family one by one.

Fortunately, he had plenty of time.

As long as Edward's family was still in Backlund, he would find them sooner or later.

click!
Just then, the door of the billiard room was pushed open, and a man wearing a pointed black hat and asymmetrical clothes walked in.

As soon as he entered the house, he asked:
"Have you got any results?"

Longzel nodded slightly:
"I have a clue, and I am about to investigate further."

"That's good."

Mobet sat down opposite him and sighed:
"I found the old man."

Long Zeer keenly heard his hidden meaning and asked:

"You want to go back to find Siatas?"

The purpose of the other party's visit is to meet the ancestors of the family, and then go to Sonia Island to meet up with Siatas -

This was his promise to the elf singer before he left.

"I want it too."

Mobet sighed again:

"But I can't do this. The old man is in danger now. I can't just leave like this."

"Now we can only find a way to contact Edwina and make things clear."

Mobet had a bitter face, he could already foresee what expression Siatas would have. Although he felt that Siatas could understand his actions, he did not think that Siatas could easily forgive him.

Even if Siatas forgave him, it was destined that the two of them would not be able to meet again in the short term.

Longzel nodded silently to show his understanding.

At the same time, he was somewhat glad that he was not married.

Just as they were thinking about it, an illusory blue light suddenly appeared before their eyes.

Just as he was about to be alert, a familiar figure emerged from the light.

“You’re here to see Groselle?”

Mobet asked with a smile, letting his guard down.

Yu Jin nodded slightly, looked at Long Zeer and said:
"Groselle, we should go."

"it is good."

The silver-white armor on Longzel answered with a buzzing sound.

The next moment, the armor that was originally tightly attached to Longzel's body melted instantly and turned into a pool of flowing silver metal liquid, and then turned back into a four-meter-tall blue-skinned Cyclops.

Before the two could react, Yu Jin and Groselle disappeared again.

Mobet made a "tsk" sound:
"It's true that he came and went in a hurry."

Longzel said:

"They have more important things to do."

"I know."

Mobet waved his hands, held the back of his head with both hands, leaned back on the chair, and said lazily:
"This way, there are only two of us left. Tsk, I wonder how Snowman is doing now."
-
The light was dim, but the space was extremely spacious, as if in the basement of a temple. A dark saint knelt in the darkness, whispering devoutly to a 3-meter-high statue of a hanged man in front of him.

An illusory blue light suddenly appeared, completely illuminating the dim basement.

But the Dark Saint pretended not to hear it and didn't even look at it.

Yu Jin glanced at the Dark Saint who was praying devoutly, but did not disturb him and walked straight towards the double stone doors deep in the basement.

The Dark Saint also prayed devoutly with his eyes closed from beginning to end, and did not even think of standing up to say hello.

In the eyes of both parties, they have become accustomed to each other's appearance.

Even though their beliefs were different and they had even been hostile to each other before.

But under the Lord's oracle, both the Dark Saint and Mr. A had long forgotten the insignificant conflict. To them, the Embers were now the Lord's most loyal ally, even more reliable than the saints like them.

Snapped!
Every step taken by the four-meter-tall giant caused the closed basement to emit a sound like an earthquake. He looked at the upside-down statue with a little curiosity, wondering why it was an image of a giant.

After all, whether in Snowman's oral narration or in the classics he knew, there was no record that the ancient sun god had the blood of giants.

Although curious, he did not ask any questions, but followed the embers all the way to the depths of the basement.

The double doors that were only opened a tiny gap were obviously not enough for Groselle to pass through, but after thinking about it for a while, he still did not choose to open the door more.

Instead, his entire body melted into a pool of flowing silver liquid, quickly passed through the gap, and transformed into a four-meter-tall Cyclops at the other end of the door.

"Touch the painting and don't resist."

Hearing the sound of embers, Groselle walked forward and touched the painting without hesitation.

In the flash of white light, the tall giant was pulled by an inexplicable suction force and disappeared in the painting.

When he appeared again, he was already in a village halfway up the mountain.

Just as he was at a loss, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was an elderly priest wearing a black clergy robe, nearly two meters three meters tall, with a slightly hunched back, all white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars around his mouth, and his dark brown eyes were calmly staring at the giant in front of him.

The giant silently became alert, his intuition telling him that the man in front of him did not look like a good person.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the voice of the embers again:

"Steve, lead the way."

The old priest glanced at the embers beside the giant and nodded silently:

"plz follow me."

(End of this chapter)