The old woman was silent.

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

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

"The old lady is getting older and can't stand the trouble anymore."

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

Having said this, the old woman motioned to the young girl Reina to accept the ring.

Then, she said calmly:

"Speaking of which, what do you want to ask when you come to me this time?"

Sebastian smiled.

He sat down next to the old woman's lounge chair, conjured up a goblet filled with red wine, and drank it gracefully.

Then, he smiled and said:

"This time, it is actually related to the last prophecy."

"I know that your knowledge is quite profound, and your research on vampires is extremely in-depth."

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

After hearing what Sebas said, the old woman gave him a meaningful look:

"Why are you asking these questions?"

"Maybe... you are more interested in the origin of the cursed pages?"

Sebastian took a sip of red wine and smiled.

The old woman snorted softly, obviously not believing it.

After a moment, she said:

"The Cursed Pages were once an artifact of the Vampire Clan. To be more precise...when all the Cursed Pages are put together, they are an artifact of the Vampire Clan."

"That is the oldest artifact of the Vampire Clan, and also the most mysterious artifact."

"No one knows the function of that artifact, including the Vampire Clan. All those who know about the existence of that artifact only know that it contains all the inheritance of the Vampire Clan..."

"Of course, after being destroyed, the inheritance has been cursed. Mortals will be polluted if they get it, and the gods will regard it as useless... and the cursed pages will only be corrupted and cursed."

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

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

"The...sacred book of blood!"

"Blood Sacred Scripture..."

Sebastian chewed on the name, thoughtfully.

He straightened his expression and asked solemnly:

"So...who is its owner?"

"Why do you ask?"

The old woman did not answer, but suddenly asked.

"Just curious."

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

The old woman smiled.

She gave Sebastian a meaningful look and shook her head:

"Sebas-don, I wonder if you know that when you lie, you always like to rub your fingers subconsciously."

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

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

"As for who the owner of the Blood Sacred Book is...although this matter has almost become a lost secret, it just so happens...that the old lady knows it."

As she spoke, her expression gradually became solemn:

"Sir Sebastian, I have a question to ask you first."

"Excuse me."

Sebastian smiled.

The old woman paused and suddenly said:

"Sir Sebastian, what kind of artifact do you think...can be called a holy book?"

Sebastian smiled:

"Sacred scriptures... are naturally sacred books left behind by divine beings. This is a commonly used name in the church."

"In the church, the being who left behind the holy scriptures must be a great god, and must be the main god of the church."

"So...what about a race?"

the old woman asked leisurely.

"Race? Of course it is..."

Sebastian paused.

He was stunned for a moment, as if there was a thunder in his mind, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up almost subconsciously.

The old woman followed his words and continued:

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

"Such as...the creator of the race."

"Another example is the origin and ancestor of race..."

Having said this, the old woman looked at Sebas faintly:

"Your Excellency Sebastian..."

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

Sebastian no longer knew what the old woman was talking about.

Because at this moment, there was only a voice that kept roaring in his mind:

"True Ancestor!"

"It's the True Ancestor!"

"The most sacred and ancient existence, the source of all blood descendants!"

"Ms. Dark Night is not a demigod or a vampire prince!"

"He is the master of the Blood Sacred Scripture, and he...is the true ancestor of the Blood Clan!"

"He is the true God!"
Chapter completed!