Victor has every reason to suspect that the aborigines are hiding something from him.
Even though the other party was holding a funeral for the leader, he still wanted to ask clearly.
Since Crow is dead, as Crow's right-hand man, Akabane must know some inside information.
But the strange thing is that despite Akabane's various explanations, he doesn't know the details of the blood-vengeance ritual.
Not only that, most of the operating procedures for the invisible skills of the tribe are controlled by the leader. If the crow does not pass it down before his death, then these methods will be lost.
But there are exceptions. After all, there are still some elders alive in the tribe.
Akabane didn't lie either, because next, he led Victor to meet several elders in the tribe, and the latter got new clues from them.
"Augusta came to Precia."
Akabane is still sitting aside, acting as translator for Victor.
"He has learned many customs of our ethnic group. The resurrection ceremony you are talking about actually only exists in legends. No one has tried to do it for hundreds of years. Even in our opinion, it is an evil event.
Sacrifice."
Victor sat in the tipi tent, with only Father Sang following him, and everyone else settled outside the camp.
"There is also the hunting dog ritual, which has been lost in past wars. We are not sure whether the leader knows it, and we don't know how Augusta learned it."
After listening to Akabane's translation, Victor frowned, and his plan to use the Valentines to deal with the monsters on his body was basically out of the question.
"Ahem...According to what you said, you actually don't know what Augusta wants to do." Father Sang carefully looked at the elders of the tribe, seeming to judge whether the other party was lying.
"Now we know." Akabane said to Father Sang and Victor.
"So, has the other party collected all the relics of the Three Holy Gods?" Victor asked.
Akabane's expression was tangled, so he translated this to the elders and received a negative answer.
"They believe that it is impossible for Augusta National to obtain all the relics."
"So sure?" Victor expressed doubts about Akabane's confident translation.
Akabane nodded firmly: "That's right, because we don't know where the sacred relics of the Underworld Snake are, and we haven't seen them either."
Wait a minute...
Victor felt incredible after receiving this information.
Why is it confirmed that something that even my own tribe has never seen exists?
At this time, the aboriginal elders started chatting among each other, whispering and muttering in the tent, and they didn't know what they were talking about.
Not long after, someone spoke to Akabane, and the latter quickly translated the words to Victor: "Our ancestors hid one of them and passed this secret down orally from generation to generation. The purpose was to guard against people like Ogu.
People like Star."
"Hidden?" Victor and Father Sang looked at each other, and then said to Akabane, "Do you know where it is hidden?"
This question was difficult to answer. Akabane hesitated for a long time before translating. After hearing this, the elders started to quarrel with each other, and their opinions began to diverge.
"This is the secret of our tribe. You must understand that we cannot guarantee that you will not persecute our compatriots after getting the sacred object."
Akabane translated the content of the old men's quarrel to Victor.
Victor waved his hand wordlessly and joked: "That kind of thing... it would be more fun for me to use it to stimulate the girls than to torture you."
Akabane's face was slightly angry, but he was quickly suppressed and did not get angry.
While the group of old men were still arguing, Father Sang yawned and waited with Victor for nearly an hour before the group came to a consensus.
"In fact, we only have a set of obscure formulas passed down from generation to generation, which contain clues to the sacred object of the underworld snake." Akabane told Victor the decision of the elders after reunification, "However, we have never tried to find it.
After all, we don't need to do anything with it, and until now, Augusta National has threatened us all."
Threatening everyone...
Victor thought of the sacrifice part of the blood-vengeance ceremony.
By the way, if the other party wants to continue arranging self-immolation sacrifices, where will he choose to do it?
Thinking of this, Victor and Akabane looked at each other.
"That's right!" Akabane nodded, as if he had guessed Victor's thoughts, "That ceremony requires the sacrifice of the chosen person in exchange for the resurrection of one person. Augusta may attack any of us."<
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"If you want to be efficient, you must choose a place where people are concentrated..."
Victor held his chin and thought. Currently, the aboriginal side has the largest population in Precia. However, Augusta is a Western Continent race and has almost no chance of sneaking in to do anything.
You must know that the self-immolation on the Kaleidoscope was caused by tampering with the food and being eaten. But people like Victor who did not eat dinner would not have any impact.
"If it's... ahem, it's in Missouri, then it should be Dandelion... I don't know if Josh and the local police department have strictly investigated the city... ahem... cough
Ahem..."
Before Father Sang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a cough, but Victor knew what he meant.
"Okay!" He turned the conversation back, "Let's talk about the formula again. Since you have told me about the existence of the formula, you must be willing to share it with me?"
The representative of the group of elders spoke a series of secret codes to Akabane, and Akabane's expression looked particularly tangled.
"To be honest, I don't want to tell you this secret. Don't get me wrong. This is not the intention of the elders, but my own idea."
Akabane stared into Victor's eyes, not completely trusting him.
"However, the Holy Artifact of the Underworld Serpent is probably within Secred's territory now, and we cannot go too far across the border to find it."
When he said this, Akabane's face looked particularly sad, as desolate as a slave who had subjugated his country.
"Listen carefully, Victor Damon, what follows is a complete formula, which has been passed down from generation to generation in our tribe..."
……
In a hospital in the center of the seaport city of Yotun in the Greybean Empire, rapid breathing came from a ward.
It was nightfall, and a woman who had been in a coma for several days suddenly sat up from the bed, opened her mouth, gasped violently, and frantically inhaled the hospital air.
The noise she made quickly attracted the attention of the nurse on duty, and woke up the young male reporter who was sleeping in the next room.
The woman who woke up was Abigail, and her colleague Stephen was napping next door and had been looking after her for several days.
"Oh my God! You finally woke up! I thought I would never see you again."
Stephen rushed to Abigail's bed as excitedly as a child seeing candy, without paying any attention to gender differences, which made the nurse very angry and wanted to kick him out.
After the examination was completed, the door to the ward was opened again, and Stephen couldn't wait to go in to visit him.
Abigail felt that her brain was still buzzing, as if her brain was about to be taken out.
"What's wrong with me?"
Abigail was wearing hospital clothes and her face was a little pale.
Stephen quickly said: "You fainted in Professor Carmen's study, and the professor sent you to the hospital. My God, luckily the professor was by your side at that time."
"Professor Carmen sent me here?" Abigail looked surprised when she heard Stephen's words. Her memory was a little fuzzy and she was slowly recovering it.
"No...I obviously..." She vaguely remembered what Professor Carmen did to her at that time, which almost made her crazy...
"I said..." Stephen's face was full of concern, "You can't go to Samhain in your current state. Why don't we go back to Velen early! Anyway, all the materials you should write have been written."
Go back?
Abigail's mind was still buzzing. She tried to remember, but she always felt that there was a very urgent desire in her heart that prevented her from turning a blind eye to something.
She found the source of that feeling, which came from Professor Carmen's mysterious private compartment.
"Stephen..." Abigail turned her face towards her colleague, "You have to help me sneak into the professor's locked room. I want to confirm something."