Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Emlyn raised his chin slightly, and the thoughts in his mind continued one after another. Even if everyone was a vampire named by the big shot, I would definitely be the first one.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he saw Casimi pushing the door in from outside the living room, glancing at him and saying:

"Emlyn, that big shot asked you to go see Him."

I'll just say it. The corners of Emlyn's mouth could not be restrained from rising up, creating a curve of pleasure.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, walked slowly to Qasimi's side, and followed him to the underground of the villa.

After passing through a gray-black metal door and entering the underground area, he finally couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart. He tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice:

"Qasimi, who is the big man you are going to meet later? What should I call him?"

Qasimi glanced at Emlyn and didn't care that he called her by his first name. He didn't hide anything and said in a tone full of respect and admiration:

"My Lord Duke Olmo."

Duke Olmo!

Emlyn subconsciously straightened his back, trying to look more energetic.

Every duke is a living legend to the Vampire Clan, a witness and guardian of the Vampire Clan's history and glory.

Duke Olmo is an ancient strong man who existed before the Cataclysm, and is the first generation of vampires who followed the ancestors. And I am a vampire favored by the ancestors, and am the savior of the vampires. This must be the arrangement of the ancestors, for a better future. Fulfill my duty as the savior of my vampire family.

Thoughts flashed through Emlyn's mind quickly, causing his heartbeat to speed up unconsciously and his mood to become anxious and excited.

After passing through a series of heavy secret doors, Emlyn arrived at an iron-gray hall under the leadership of Casimi.

The walls and floors here were covered with grass and flowers, making Emlyn feel that he was not in the underground, but in a suburban jungle.

Soon he discovered some weird and twisted details. There were many mouth-like cracks on the grass and flowers, or they were spitting out plant fibers like spiders, or they were growing sharp and fine teeth, or A light green liquid containing neurotoxins flows out.

Those insects walking through the grass are all twisted monsters upon closer inspection, as if they are made up of many different species. They are extremely uncoordinated, but full of vigorous vitality.

Is this an abnormality revealed due to the influence of Duke Olmo? Does this mean that the Vampires have the authority or ability related to life in a certain sequence in the later stages?

As his thoughts floated, Qasimi led him to a stop in front of a tomb. Qasimi saluted respectfully towards the tomb and said:

"Your Excellency, Emlyn White is here."

Emlyn suddenly came to his senses, and somewhat helplessly saluted in the direction of the tomb and said hello:

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty the Duke."

The surrounding light and shadow suddenly distorted, changing the environment of this underground hall into a gorgeous and magnificent castle with bright candles.

A vague figure sat on the high-backed chair at the top of the long dark red table. He chuckled in the direction of Casimi and Emlyn:

"Excellent vampire."

"Cassimi, please leave first."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke." Qasimi bowed respectfully and exited the newly renovated hall.

After Casimi left, Olmo, whose figure was blurry, looked at Emlyn and chuckled:

"Sit down, what were you thinking when you saw the vibrant environment here just now?"

Emlyn was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Duke Olmo to ask him this question. He was stunned for a second before he answered:

"Your Majesty the Duke, I was just thinking about whether our blood race will master life-related abilities or authority in a certain sequence at a later stage."

"Yes, I know the authority." Olmo, whose figure was blurry, nodded slightly, and then smiled:

"The second sequence of our path is called the 'Creator'. Mastering the 'Power of Creation' can allow the surrounding life to feel the joy of the growth of all things and the arrival of new life."

"Creator." Emlyn murmured in a low voice. He glanced around subconsciously. Although he could no longer see the dense grass and the insects walking through the illusion, he could still feel the exuberance around him. vitality.

Olmo didn't give Emlyn much time to think. He paused for a second and continued:

"For a race, cultivating talented young members is a must, and you can be promoted to Viscount in such a short period of time, which is quite eye-catching among the younger generation of the entire vampire race, so I decided to personally Come to meet you and give you some tests and some tasks."

"Mission?" Emlyn asked with some hesitation.

Olmo nodded slightly and said:

"The Fifth Age is coming to an end. In the foreseeable future, the world will become more and more dangerous, just like the Southern Continent today. At this time, blind conservatism and concession cannot protect every vampire. To protect our living environment, we need cooperation and allies.”

"The other two dukes and I have already developed an inclination. Next, we need to consider whether we need to increase investment or find some allies who can cooperate."

After a pause, He chuckled and said, "We need a spokesperson."

Emlyn's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his bright red eyes seemed to brighten, become hot, and a little excited and at a loss. The spokespersons of the three dukes will represent the entire vampire race!

Olmo smiled, and his mellow voice had the power to soothe the soul, causing Emlyn's heartbeat to gradually calm down:

"Before that, we need to give you some tests. Of course, this test will also be given to other young outstanding vampires. I will make a judgment based on your completion."

This is what the savior of the vampires, the vampire chosen by the ancestor, should do. With his thoughts swirling, Emlyn responded respectfully:

"I'm always ready."

"Not bad." Olmo praised, and then continued: "Your next task is to find the members of the Rose School hidden in Backlund. This is not only a test for you, but also the sincerity of our vampire family to our partners. "

"Most members of the Rose School are from the 'alien' path and are good at hiding themselves. There are very few clues provided by the clan. Many situations require you to investigate on your own."

"During the mission, you can try to find out the attitude of those heretics who believe in the 'Primordial Moon' towards the Rose School of thought, and find out whether they have any thoughts of breaking away from the Rose School of thought."

"Believers of the 'Primordial Moon'?" Emlyn was a little confused about this side mission. There was an irreconcilable conflict between the "Primordial Moon" and the "Mother Tree" that the Rose School believed in, and it reacted to the believers and became an organization. Internal schism?

Olmo saw Emlyn's doubts and explained with a chuckle:

"We have retrieved the sacred object left in the Rose School. Without that thing, the 'Mother Tree' will no longer be able to interfere with the 'Moon' path."

I don’t know what kind of holy object it is. As his thoughts floated, Emlyn solemnly nodded and said:

"I understand, Your Majesty the Duke, I will work hard to find members of the Rose School in Backlund."

"Very good." Olmo's voice became softer, and he nodded slightly towards Emlyn: "You can go to Qasimi later to get some information and find a suitable entry point."

Emlyn originally wanted to ask some more questions about the vampire allies, but Duke Olmo had no intention of continuing the conversation. After ending the topic, he asked Emlyn to leave the hall.

After Emlyn left, Olmo leaned on the high-backed chair, looked at where Emlyn was sitting just now, and sighed softly:

"To be able to be promoted from an ordinary vampire to a viscount in such a short period of time, he should not be an unknown person in the 'Fool's' organization. He can indirectly contact the 'Fool' through this little guy."

"Even the ancient dragons who live in the spiritual world are out and about. The end of the fifth era may come sooner than I expected."

Affected by the weather in the violent sea, storms often occur on this channel on the safe channel of the violent sea near Zhongcheng Island.

Amid the pounding rain and howling winds, a huge three-masted sailboat covered in pure black crushed the wind and waves and sailed calmly on the sea.

There are horse lanterns hanging on both sides of the huge sailing ship, and the nearly 100-meter-long hull is clearly reflected. There are no marks on the three huge sails raised high, and it is only pitch black. However, on the deck, the position of the cabin is being measured. There is a mottled stone chair two or three meters high.

Silently, pieces of bright starlight flew out of the void, quickly gathered on the deck, and condensed into a faint blue double door covered with mysterious patterns and symbols.

Renekton and Russell's figures walked out from behind the door. With their appearance, the door that seemed to be composed of pure starlight instantly shattered and turned into little stardust, twinkling and disappearing in the dark air.

The moment the two appeared, they were spotted by the pirates stationed on the deck. Bird Mustang, the second officer of the "Black Emperor", had his pupils slightly contracted. He recognized Russell's figure, but he was a little uncomfortable. Dare to believe.

Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, covering a large distance in an instant, and appeared beside Renekton and Russell. His voice was low and said with a strong sense of majesty:

"You two, what are you doing on board the Black Emperor?"

Russell ignored the vigilant second officer and sighed as he walked forward:

"After all these years, the Black Emperor is still the same. Nast's taste has really not improved at all."

Renekton looked helplessly at Russell, who suddenly became pretentious, and said in a calm tone:

"This is a ghost ship. Except for 'craftsmen', no one else should be able to modify such a ship."

"Also, why do you have to ask me to accompany you to see Nast? Didn't you see that the desk in the lounge is almost full of documents?"