Chapter 2570 The Goddess' Purification <TOC> Chapter 2572 Sphinx Harpy
Translator: SumTLMan
Angel walked toward the podium, with a stone slab holding the Black Count floating beside him.
As he walked, Angel also shared some of his speculations with the Black Count, who agreed with him. Given the proximity to the deep layers of the underground sewers, the original intent of the builders was definitely not simple.
This underground structure surely held secrets, but it was unknown whether they still existed or had been worn away by time.
…
The podium was not very large, about ten meters in length and width. At the very front of the floor, there was a depression, which seemed to have once held a stand supported by a slender column.
This was also typical of church decoration.
In churches, the stand is often called a “pulpit,” on which religious texts blessed by deities are placed. The preacher would read from the texts while explaining the doctrine to the congregation.
And indeed, the church’s pulpit is a stand supported by a single column.
This seemed to confirm once again that this place was once a stage for a preacher’s performance.
But as time passed, the stand had disappeared, leaving only a hollow.
Daus was squatting in front of this hollow, seemingly observing something. From time to time, he would reach into the hollow, touch something, and then lick his fingers.
“How’s the taste?” Angel asked in a teasing tone.
Daus gave Angel an annoyed look: “Good or not, you have to try it yourself to know.”
Of course, Angel wouldn’t do such a thing. He had already used his mental power to inspect the hollow. There were no traps, no patterns, and no traces of anything extraordinary. There was only dust, and he had no interest in eating dirt.
“Did you find anything? Does this hollow remind you of something?” Angel asked.
Daus pondered: “I don’t know if it counts as a discovery, but did you notice there’s a small black spot at the very bottom of the hollow?”
Angel nodded: “That must be a stain, right?”
Daus nodded: “Indeed it’s a stain, but not an ordinary one; it’s mixed with some demon blood.”
“Demon blood? Are you sure?” Angel extended his mental power for a comprehensive observation again, but still didn’t feel any fluctuations of demon blood.
“I wasn’t very sure at first, but after tasting it, there was an extremely slight surge in my bloodline, which is a reaction I get when I come across other demon blood,” Daus paused: “Otherwise, why do you think I’d bother licking this thing?”
Although Daus was certain, Angel was still puzzled. He turned to look at the Black Count, who had the most sensitive nose, to see if he could smell anything.
In fact, Angel didn’t need to ask; the Black Count had already been sniffing. However, despite being only a few meters away from the hollow, he couldn’t smell any trace of blood.
With no other options, the Black Count could only maneuver the stone slab closer to the hollow.
Getting closer and closer, until the Black Count almost stuck his nose into the indentation, he faintly smelled something wrong.
“Indeed, there’s a strange scent, but whether it’s demon blood or not, I can’t tell. However, it’s certain that there used to be extraordinary fluctuations,” Black Count concluded, floating up and looking at Daus with an odd expression: “How did you find it?”
“The indentation on this podium was the most suspicious; I had to inspect it more closely. And after careful observation, I noticed something unusual,” Daus said, quite proudly.
Angel glanced at the Black Count’s nose and silently did not respond.
The indentation on the podium was quite noticeable, but not to the extent of being “suspicious,” and since it was a pulpit, wasn’t it normal? As for the inside of the indentation, a sweep with mental power should suffice to see everything, yet Daus was still squatting here, studying it for a long time.
That certainly wasn’t normal behavior, was it?
Surely it was intuition guiding him unconsciously.
Angel sighed inwardly: “Lucky indeed,” then pretended to agree: “Indeed, this indentation is the most suspicious. But even if demon blood is discovered, it seems it wouldn’t explain much, would it?”
“Or say, injecting blood into this indentation might lead to some incident?”
Although Daus was the first to discover the remnants of demon blood from who knows how many years ago, he was just as baffled as Angel at this moment, unsure of how to use this “clue.”
After a moment of silence, Daus suggested: “Shall we first determine the type of demon blood?”
“That’s a good suggestion, but unfortunately, I can’t smell the demon blood at all, so it’s all up to you,” Angel looked at Daus.
Daus scratched his head, looking innocent: “Don’t look at me like I’m a bloodline wizard, but my bloodline is quite pure; I haven’t been in contact with many other bloodlines, so, I also can’t distinguish which type of demon blood it is.”
Despite Daus’ eloquent speech, the real underlying meaning was: I’m poor, inexperienced.
Bloodline wizards, with their perception and judgment of extraordinary blood, are absolutely superior to other branches of wizards. A normally trained bloodline wizard would try to test many bloodlines to see how well they match with their own. Daus hadn’t taken this step; one could say he was lucky, or… simply poor.
Too poor to have experienced much demon blood.
With Daus unable to judge, Angel could only look to the Black Count.
The Black Count shook his head: “I only smelled the oddity, but I didn’t catch the scent of demon blood, so I also can’t judge.”
Hearing this from the Black Count, both Angel and Daus were slightly discouraged.
However, the Black Count, who was shaking his head just a second ago, suddenly changed the topic: “Although I can’t judge, I know a spell called ‘Shared Perception.’ If we use Daus as the subject, we all could sense his feelings. This way, we should be able to determine the type of demon blood, but it depends on whether Daus is willing or not.”
Upon hearing “Shared Perception,” Daus’ first reaction was resistance; even though he was just a wandering wizard, he still had secrets. If others sensed them, wouldn’t his entire hand be exposed?
When Daus was about to refuse, the Black Count said: “As the subject, you can control the range of our perception, and you don’t need to worry about us perceiving anything else.”
“Moreover, as a formal wizard and a bloodline branch wizard at that, the complexity of the information within you, especially the bloodline information, is not something we can perceive easily. If there were any errors or extreme views, it could even impact our structure of knowledge.”
Daus didn’t take in the rest of the conversation but caught a key element: “What do you mean by errors or extreme views? My foundational knowledge is solid; there can be no mistakes.”
The Black Count sneered: “All knowledge is constantly being updated and iterated, no wizard would ever claim their words are beyond reproach… you do have quite the confidence.”
The Black Count was undoubtedly correct. Daus understood this principle himself; he had spoken too hastily earlier, and in doing so, he ended up straining his back, which was slightly embarrassing for him.
“Don’t waste time, do you want to use Shared Perception? If not, we’ll continue looking for other clues.”
The clues to the demon blood were unclear, and the Black Count personally felt they might be unrelated to the secrets here, so he didn’t force Daus to use Shared Perception.
Daus thought for a couple of seconds and then nodded: “If I really can control the perception range, then it might be worth a try.”
The Black Count: “Since you’re going to try, then get ready.”
Daus looked puzzled: “Ready for what?”
The Black Count, slightly annoyed, said: “Just like you did before, dip your finger in the stain with demon blood and then suck on it passionately.”
Daus: “…” Did I suck passionately?
Feeling mocked and quite helpless, Daus could only follow the Black Count’s instructions and dipped his finger back into the stain in the crevice.
As Daus prepared to “taste” the flavor on his fingertip, the Black Count’s nose gave a slight puff, and a hazy glow, like moonlight, gradually enveloped them.
The light was brightest on Daus, indicating that he was the subject, while Angel and the Black Count’s noses were only covered by a faint glow, indicating that they were the perceiving parties.
After studying his control abilities as the subject, Daus finally raised his finger to his mouth.
With the slight movement of the bloodline within, the Shared Perception instantly activated.
Chapter 2570 The Goddess' Purification <TOC> Chapter 2572 Sphinx Harpy