Serafion, the Sorrowful Soul-Inducer and the Wise Man of Mourning, looked at the arc of cold light falling from the sky and sighed with emotion.
The dark elf guard next to him glanced at the wise man he was following with some confusion.
She turned her head, squinted her eyes, and tried hard to peer into the sky in front of her.
But never, anything unusual could be seen from this seemingly ordinary twilight.
Perhaps, this is the unique talent of the dark wise man?
She thought to herself.
Perhaps for other guards, staying silent at this time is always the best option.
In the cold and long years of this dark region, there are people who try to trace the great wisdom of the dark wise men.
But the end of these existences is often not so good.
Perhaps among them, there will occasionally be surprising performances.
But in the end, they all inevitably fall into a cruel and cold ending.
Like a curse...
Therefore, in this dark realm, a realization gradually emerged:
The reason why the Dark Wise Man possesses such wisdom is because he suffered some kind of ancient disaster curse.
Of course, in this dark kingdom where power overwhelmingly determines everything.
This kind of simple wisdom does not seem to attract too much covetation.
After all, the great dark wise man must submit to the great and supreme monarch...
"Have you seen a revelation in destiny?"
The dark elf asked directly towards Seraphine.
She is not an ordinary dark elf, and therefore she does not act like an ordinary dark elf.
To a certain extent, she may completely dominate this dark kingdom at some point in the future after a bloody banquet.
Therefore, she can be Serafion's bodyguard at this time.
Likewise, he can also be regarded as his current apprentice.
This is a long-standing tradition of this dark kingdom - no matter which person is the inheritor of the royal power, they will be able to follow this dark wise man for one natural year.
Serafion turned his head, his turbid eyes looked at this dark elf with hidden ambition and desire, and said nothing.
For a long time, after the dark elf felt a bit hairy and dead, Serafion suddenly smiled:
"My child, if you can be crowned with royal power before your mother takes charge of this dark kingdom, maybe everything is not irreversible."
These roundabout-sounding useless nonsense again...
Before she was born, her mother had already won the final victory from the bloody battles of more than a dozen of her sisters and was crowned the new king.
Since she can't go back to the past, she can't change anything that happened before she was born.
The dark elf snorted coldly in his heart.
In the realm of darkness, of course, there is no such thing as the so-called "harmony between master and disciple" like the level of order and light.
She respected this dark wise man because of his status and wisdom.
Therefore, she was able to tirelessly try to pry into all the details of this dark wise man.
The kingdom of darkness never needs any active teaching or supervision - blood and blades will always fill people with inexhaustible motivation...
"You gave your wisdom under that great throne and were given the highest praise."
"And why do you seem a little...sad?"
The dark elf did not continue the topic.
Instead, she pointed out some of the details she had glimpsed.
Perhaps these details were something Seraphine never let her see.
But now, the dark elves did not study these in detail.
Under the laws of the ancient agreement, Serafion needs to answer all questions from his followers.
No matter how inappropriate or even crazy it may be.
Seraphine has to do this.
Because that is the agreement made by the powerful and unique king...
Of course, no follower will repeat the stupid things done by his predecessors now.
The power of this dark wise man is only second to that of the only king.
Among the many sub-ring leaders pulled by the dark stars below, Serafion's power is not that weak.
Serafion did not answer immediately, but turned her head and looked at the sky again.
After a while, he slowly spoke:
"That's not sadness, kid."
Seraphine rarely spoke to the dark elf in such a tone.
This gentle enough attitude made the dark elf's eyes narrow.
Now she could sense more and more that something was wrong with the dark wise man today.
What is the reason?
The dark elves don't know.
Obviously judging from the current situation, the other party should be happy.
The One King has shown His supreme favor.
This means that the position of the opponent's secondary ring leader will be more secure.
Maybe not long after, I will be able to obtain a higher position in that dark monument.
This is already a great achievement unimaginable by countless dark beings.
That is much more enviable than the so-called "ruler of a world"...
Even if it comes under the direct order of the only king.
But does it mean that once you become the ruler of the dark world, you don’t need to be subject to any restrictions?
In a realm where power is supreme, absolute wantonness must mean absolute power...
The dark elf could also feel that Serafion might not just be answering his questions.
Maybe it's out of some kind of remembrance, maybe it's to communicate with other images in my memory.
At this moment, she seems to be just an additional material carrier that is not that important.
"I emerged from the famine of the darkest years - a long time indeed..."
"They are always eager to deny my miserable origins, but that's how it should be."
"The gift from that ancient book has completely turned my destiny around."
Serafion continued.
When the dark elf heard this, his heart suddenly jumped.
Ancient books?
She wrote down this important message that she had never heard before.
Perhaps, the secret belonging to the dark wise man will be revealed in front of her.
"...I have spent countless long years in countless dark realms."
"Maybe it's because of me, they tend not to be so calm..."
Having said this, Serafion paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking about some past events.
He looked at the dark elf, and through that immature but intimidating face, he seemed to catch a glimpse of some dust from the past.
"The curse of ancient wisdom has caused me to lose a lot."
"This is the price of all that was promised..."
"I will also be the price..."
"Run away, child, I will erase the darkness from your body, and you can choose your destiny."
"This is the luck I have never had before - embracing the mediocrity of light or sinking into the hideous darkness again..."
Serafion suddenly pushed towards the dark elf.
The next moment, the dark elf felt that the world around him was retreating rapidly.
She even penetrates the curtain of the world.
And with a sudden glance in the chaos, she saw the majestic figure gradually condensing outside the curtain...
But Serafion raised her head and faced everything without fear...
