'It turns out that it's another family civil war. The family is really unfortunate. I don't know which unworthy descendant of the Sauron family is...'
Aaron thought a little funny in his heart.
Originally, he was planning to go out and help the Green Banyan Council in person, but now it seems that he can postpone it.
"It turned out to be an infighting within the Sotos family..."
On the surface, his voice was calm and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"No!"
Liliat said angrily: "The ancestor of the Sauron family, Sean, was already expelled from the Sotos family in the Green Forest era. It was the Earl of the Green Forest who personally gave the order... Their branch has been in Kaga since then.
The Shi Kingdom thrived. After the Fabry Dynasty was established, my ancestors tolerated Sean's descendants and even shared mysteries with them... This paved the way for the subsequent betrayal. The Sauron family bloodline contains
The factor of betrayal brought a heavy blow to my ancestors..."
'Sure enough, my family hates me the most, Sauron turns out to be a descendant of Sean...'
Aaron silently complained in his mind: 'The offspring of a naughty child are just as naughty as hell!'
He immediately felt that Liliat and the forces behind her were worthy of support.
'But... you can't be so direct, it will frighten the other party and think that the hidden existence of the Spirit of Illusion is targeting them...'
'For now, it's good to have contact through Liliat, an intermediary. Trust is slowly built.'
Aaron looked at Liliat and suddenly asked: "Which path did you come from? What is your origin?"
"I am the first-origin extraordinary person who specializes in the nature of 'Netherworld', and my title is 'Spirit Servant'..." Liliat did not hide anything and answered directly: "'Spirit Servant' has excellent psychic abilities and can directly
I can see the spirit body... but it has no effect on my physical fitness."
Aaron nodded, feeling a little familiar but also a little strange.
But this is normal. After all, although the occult classics he originally gave to Ginny involved the path of 'darkness', 'stellar', and 'shadow', it is normal for some changes to occur after a thousand years of development.
"How many occult books on promotion do you still have in your family, and how many paths are involved?"
He continued to ask.
Liliat struggled for a moment, but she still answered calmly: "My father is an extraordinary person on the path of 'shadow'. The 'Green Banyan Council' controls the three specialized paths of 'shadow', 'dark' and 'dark'."
Path, as well as some small branches that are concurrently practicing. It is said that there are secret transmissions up to the fourth essence in the council, but I have never seen it...
...According to my father, a lot of occult information has been lost after the fall of the Fabry Dynasty and the turmoil of the dark and chaotic years, and some key rituals and spells may have been missing... I originally had no idea about the shadows.
I'm very interested in the path of 'Ming', but after taking the test, I found that it is more suitable for the elements of 'Ming'..."
"That's it..."
Aaron nodded noncommittally: "I'm going to explore the tomb ruins of the Sothos nobleman. Do you want to come with me?"
"What?"
Liliat covered her mouth in surprise: "The one found by the 'Beast'? Mr. Angel, do you already know its location?"
This is top secret information that cannot be leaked!
How did the Lord God Envoy discover it?
Liliat felt even more frightened.
"Yes, there are definitely unknown evil spirits in the tomb, which are very dangerous... What's your answer?"
"I...I still won't go...Mr. Divine Envoy, the evil spirit is the name of the fourth element of my main path of 'underworld', and it is no longer human..."
Liliat couldn't help but remind her.
Although the God Envoy is also very strong, he is obviously not at an inhuman level.
Moreover, after being cursed last time, she went back to her family to check the information, asked her father, wrote to other members of the Green Banyan Council, and obtained extremely detailed information about the evil spirit.
"oh?"
Aaron's face under the mask was half-smiling, looking at Liliat, waiting for her explanation.
"The evil spirit has completely separated from the human form. It is immune to attacks such as guns and cannons. It can pass through walls and other tangible objects. It has mastered powerful necromantic spells and can directly attack the human spirit body..." Liliat took a deep breath.
: "What's more important is... they are almost immortal! The effect of purification abilities on them will be greatly weakened. Even if they are eliminated, they will reappear strangely after a while! And... they have initially got rid of the limit of lifespan.
, can last for hundreds of years!”
"Isn't that equivalent to the 'immortal'..."
Aaron burst into laughter.
"Of course not!" Liliat said calmly: "The most terrifying thing about evil spirits is that after transformation, their memories will gradually disappear, and their personalities will gradually become cold and crazy... Even the most determined person can persist for tens of seconds at most.
years, and then they will completely transform into crazy and bloodthirsty monsters... If they die during this period, their madness will suddenly increase."
"Abandoning the physical body, hoping to gain spiritual immortality... but in the end, it was gradually distorted and turned into a monster?"
Aaron shook his head: "It seems that if you want to become an 'immortal', the longevity of the spirit is as important as the longevity of the body, both are indispensable!"
Liliat inexplicably felt that the Lord God's words were very philosophical, and he was actually thinking about things like the 'immortal being' that only existed in legendary figures. Should he be said to be worthy of being the favored one of God?
"Then, thank you for the information you provided. If this exploration yields anything, I will pay you."
Aaron waved his hand, ignoring the fact that he had sold the rough information about the inhuman existence to the 'Priest' Nicholas Inam for 300 pounds, and disappeared into the darkness...
…
The next day.
Autumn is crisp.
Aaron went out early in the morning, first took the subway to the northernmost part of Lusen City, then transferred to a carriage and went to the suburbs.
‘Wickhanno Racecourse’!
This was the place he found that was closest to the ruins and easiest to use as cover.
The people of Invis have an extraordinary love for gambling and horse racing. There are corresponding horse racing events in major cities, and the champion horses and riders are treated like emperors and superstars.
At the same time, horse racing is also a sport widely loved by everyone from nobles and gentlemen to workers and peasants, thus giving birth to a prosperous gambling industry.
According to Aaron's occasional understanding, an ordinary racehorse that has been bred for many generations and inbred is often worth about a thousand pounds. If it has the pedigree of a champion racehorse, the value will often be doubled.
The most popular horse racing in Inves newspapers today is 'Lightning Storm', which was transferred from Lightning Club to Crown Club at the beginning of the year, and the price paid by Crown was - 40,000 pounds!
"Hello, is this Mr. Yugus?"
The manager of the Wickhanno Racecourse, named Hank, was very enthusiastic about Aaron, who was introduced to him through William Mark. He took him to visit the stables and solemnly introduced a horse called 'Supernova' that was said to have one-eighth of the bloodline of 'Lightning Storm'.
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Aaron is not very interested in slightly deformed racehorses. They are often only suitable for short sprints, and the horses' legs are extremely easy to be injured. In ancient times, they were not a good choice for knights.
"It's like this. I want to hire a horse to experience the joy of riding and patrol the surrounding area..."
Aaron smiled and said: "I plan to buy a manor nearby and build a stable to entertain friends who like horse riding and hunting."
Hank's smile was slightly stiff, and he seemed to be shedding tears of poverty in his heart...