Chapter 2606 Gifting Beautiful Dreams <TOC> Chapter 2608 The Nea Clan
Translator: SumTLMan
As the group approached the fourth narrow passage, the pale blue flames within the wall sconces suddenly leaped upward, as if drenched in scalding lamp oil. The flames surged aggressively.
In the blink of an eye, the fire shot up to a height of two or three meters. Like an artist sketching with white strokes, the pale blue flames outlined the silhouettes of two humanoid creatures.
“Such intense malice…” Angel whispered softly.
“If ghosts didn’t harbor such strong malice, they wouldn’t be ghosts,” Daus interjected.
“No, this malice is somewhat different. This aura…” Angel began but didn’t continue. His eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the two humanoid outlines, secretly speculating about their identities.
Ghosts, that was beyond doubt. This was the consensus among all the formal wizards present.
Even when these two were still mimicking flames, they had sensed a dense aura of death. The fire within the wall sconces was unmistakably ghostly flames mimicked by ghosts.
However, Angel had encountered too many ghosts and was very familiar with their aura. It was a kind of pure and direct malice. Yet the two ghosts before them, who hadn’t fully revealed themselves, exuded strong malice mixed with a different kind of aura.
This aura felt strangely familiar to Angel.
As Angel pondered, the ghost on the left had already half-emerged from the mimicked flames, seemingly eager to attack them without delay.
But when everyone saw the half-exposed ghost, they were momentarily stunned.
They had previously thought it would be human ghosts, but they hadn’t expected it to be the ghost of a fallen humanoid creature.
This ghost had two enormous fan-like ears, and its nose resembled a sliced onion with two dark spots on it. To put it plainly, it was… a pig’s nose.
As for the rest of its body, it was similar to a human, yet there was something subtly different. But even Daus couldn’t immediately pinpoint exactly what was off.
Daus cast his gaze toward the stone slab in Vai’s hand, hesitating whether to consult the Black Count.
However, before Daus could speak, Angel’s voice had already reached everyone’s ears.
“Demon Soul…”
Everyone was taken aback, especially Daus. Pointing at the pig-headed figure baring its fangs and claws, eager to rush out, he said: “You mean this pig-headed creature was a demon when it was alive?”
“Yes, to be precise, a half-demon,” Angel paused: “If you think this one doesn’t look the part, then take a look at the one on the right.”
Following Angel’s finger, Daus looked toward the wall sconce on the right. The one on the left was impatient to come out, but because of its struggles, only half of its body was exposed; the one on the right was not in a hurry, slowly stepping out from the pale blue flames with movements that were unhurried and even graceful.
Soon, the ghost on the right stepped out completely. Its appearance was still similar to a human, except that its pupils and sclera were inverted in black and white, and behind its ears grew a pair of very conspicuous curled horns.
From its back hung a black demon’s tail.
“This is…” Daus had been to the Abyss but hadn’t had much contact with demons. For one, demons were generally too powerful; for another, Daus mostly visited surface layer strongholds, where the surroundings were mainly populated by lesser demons.
So even though he could see that the one on the right bore demonic traits, he still didn’t know what kind of demon it was.
“A hybrid of a curled-horn demon and an Abyssal native,” Angel said softly.
Daus recalled the Demon Compendium. This ghost, which appeared quite elegant, indeed had horns similar to those of a curled-horn demon.
Daus then pointed at the one on the left and asked: “Then what kind of demon hybrid is this pig-headed person?”
“Pig demon,” Angel declared with certainty.
“Pig demon? Just the name sounds feeble. Probably similar to the pig-headed tribesmen, winning through sheer prolific breeding?” Daus muttered.
“I think I heard my ancestor mention a pig demon a few years ago,” Vai suddenly spoke up: “Said it had a massive battle with Lord Mengke?”
“The pig demon battled Lord Mengke?” Everyone’s initial disdain for the pig demon vanished instantly.
Who is Lord Mengke? A third level peak true knowledge wizard, the strongest in the Southern Region. To have battled Lord Mengke, the pig demon must at least be a high rank demon, right?
“You can’t remember what I told you? You might as well keep your mouth shut,” the voice of the Black Count sounded from the stone slab.
“A-ancestor, did I say something wrong again?” Vai stammered, momentarily stunned.
The Black Count snorted coldly, unwilling to respond.
At this moment, Angel interjected: “Lord Black Count was probably referring to Morgheim.”
Hearing the name Morgheim, Vai and Kael felt nothing in particular, but Daus’ expression turned solemn.
The name Morgheim is one that instills fear throughout the entire Wizarding World.
It’s so renowned because it once engaged in a prolonged, earth-shattering battle with Lord Mengke, the acknowledged strongest in the Southern Region, a battle that was recorded in the annals.
In that battle, Lord Mengke ultimately prevailed, while Morgheim fled, but not without paying the price of losing his left eye.
Because of that battle, Morgheim became famous across the Wizarding World. Everyone knew about this lanky, pale demon with a curled tail on his back, a big shot not to be trifled with.
“Hmm, I merely mentioned offhand that some speculated Morgheim was a pig demon. I never said the pig demon fought Mengke,” the Black Count said, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Vai.
Vai scratched his head sheepishly: “Seems that’s true. I—I remembered it wrong again.”
Had Vai really said that, everyone might have taken the pig demon’s hybrid more seriously. Now, hearing the truth, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, at this moment, Angel spoke up in support of Vai: “Actually, Vai isn’t wrong.”
Suddenly being acknowledged by his idol, Vai looked at Angel in surprise; Angel turned his gaze to the Black Count: “Morgheim is indeed a pig demon.”
“How can you be certain? Even Mengke, who obtained Morgheim’s left eye, couldn’t confirm his identity,” the Black Count asked, puzzled by Angel’s conviction.
“I met Morgheim once when I was in the Abyss,” Angel replied: “I’m certain he’s a pig demon.”
As for how he was so sure, Angel didn’t elaborate, since it involved his shop in La Sutherland and Fafnir the Abyssal Dragon. Explaining it all would be too much trouble.
“You met Morgheim and lived to tell the tale?” Daus asked in astonishment.
Angel drawled lazily: “Yeah, I’ve met Morgheim. I’ve even met the Flameless Lord, and I’m still alive and kicking. What’s the big deal?”
Daus suddenly didn’t know what to say. He had vaguely heard some gossip about Angel: “N-No reason, just curious.”
The Black Count didn’t press Angel further on how he was certain, merely saying calmly: “Confirming Morgheim’s race is quite significant news.”
“Too bad no one would believe it even if we submitted it. Otherwise, the publication fee would be at least several hundred magic crystals, right?” Daus chimed in casually.
Everyone thought: …That’s your true intention, isn’t it? Otherwise, why would you be fixated on the publication fee?
Seeing everyone looking at him with strange eyes, Daus was utterly unconcerned and even shamelessly said: “That’s right, that’s exactly what I’m thinking. Anyway, Angel doesn’t lack those magic crystals, but I do! It’s just… damn it, what I say lacks evidence and carries no weight; no one will believe me.”
While everyone was shocked by Daus’ shamelessness, the nearby ignored curled-horned half-demon suddenly spoke.
“This time, the people who have come are even more unscrupulous than the last time. Little Pig, stop struggling to get out; in any case, we’ll have to let them pass in the end.”
The one speaking was the curled-horned half-demon.
Hearing the ghost suddenly speak, and moreover in a clear and logical voice, everyone’s conversation instantly ceased, and all eyes focused on this half-demon.
“You… can speak?” Daus asked in confusion, looking at the half-demon before him.
“To ask such a question, it seems that the wizards of later generations still have much to learn about half-demons and ghosts,” the curled-horned half-demon spoke in a tone no different from a human’s, even carrying the flavor of an old-fashioned noble, which matched its every elegant movement.
“Do you know what was once at the end of this road?”
Angel: “The Hanging Prison Stairs?”
Curled-horned half-demon: “You, impolite human, know quite a lot.”
“Impolite human?” Angel was bewildered. When was he impolite?
The curled-horned half-demon said: “Since you know that behind here is the Hanging Prison Stairs, then you should understand that as its guardians, how could we be the kind of ghosts who are muddle-headed and can’t distinguish right from wrong?”
“Of course, Little Pig may be a bit dumb, but it’s very obedient, especially to me.”
Following the curled-horned half-demon’s gaze, everyone looked and found that the pig-headed half-demon who had been struggling earlier had regained its flames, quietly burning on the wall sconce, seeming just like real fire.
“Now, you may proceed,” the curled-horned half-demon extended its hand, indicating that everyone could move forward.
“You are the guardian, and you’re just letting us in like this?” Angel asked.
“The master to whom I was loyal has already departed, this city has become ruins, and the Hanging Prison Stairs no longer need guarding. Therefore, my duty as a guardian has temporarily ended.”
“Temporarily ended? Do you mean that Nightfall City will have a day of renewed glory?”
Curled-horned half-demon: “Impolite human, and other visitors, I know you have many questions in your hearts, just like those visitors hundreds or thousands of years ago. However, unfortunately, I will not answer any of your questions.”
“No need to threaten me. There is a reason why Little Pig and I have not been destroyed in these ten thousand years. At least here, you cannot kill me. Of course, I can’t do anything to you either. So, please proceed and don’t waste your efforts on me.”
Daus frowned deeply; this curled-horned half-demon was courteous from beginning to end, but truly annoying.
“A mere ghost; if I can’t kill you, can’t I at least banish you?” Daus muttered under his breath.
The curled-horned half-demon opposite them merely smiled faintly without moving.
Angel pulled Daus back: “It is bound together with the entire magic formation. As long as the formation is intact, they won’t die. If you use banishment magic, the formation will directly rebound onto you; the one being banished will be you, not it.”
The curled-horned half-demon looked at Angel: “It seems I must praise you once again, impolite human, you know quite a lot.”
Angel: “However, the magic formation is both their protective shell and their shackle.”
Angel paused, looked at the curled-horned half-demon: “You and your partner’s range of activity shouldn’t be very large, right?”
“The meaning of a guardian lies in protection and defense, not in pursuit and slaughter,” said the curled-horn half-demon: “Therefore, there’s no need for a large range of activity.”
“Being trapped here for ten thousand years, don’t you feel bored?”
The curled-horn half-demon slightly curled his lips: “Are you trying to use this topic to pry open my mouth? As I said, I won’t tell you anything. As for whether I’m bored or not, just like those two gargoyles in front, once asleep, boredom doesn’t matter.”
“So ghosts can sleep too?” Daus interjected from the side, but no one paid attention.
At this moment, the Black Count spoke: “Have you heard of the Demon God of Mirrors?”
The curled-horn half-demon said: “What, you still haven’t given up asking? I told you, I won’t answer your questions.”
Angel: “Then you should know Franklin, right?”
The curled-horn half-demon raised an eyebrow: “Do I need to praise you, impolite human, for the third time? You know quite a lot.”
After speaking, the curled-horn half-demon fell silent again.
Everyone looked at the curled-horn half-demon opposite them, feeling truly helpless.
If they could give him a good beating to make him more honest, it would be better than this.
Because this curled-horn half-demon who has stayed in Nightfall City for ten thousand years must know many secrets, but now they can’t fight him, and asking yields nothing, it’s very frustrating.
Among them, Angel was the most helpless, because he could sense emotional fluctuations. The curled-horn half-demon opposite seemed to be chatting with them, but there wasn’t a trace of emotional fluctuation.
Even when mentioning Franklin, the former master of the Hanging Prison Stairs, the curled-horn half-demon showed no emotional response.
He is a tough character.
Angel pondered for a moment: “It seems you can see through our tricks. Alright, we’ll leave immediately. Wish you and your companions a good dream. However, before we leave, I have one last question.”
As the curled-horn half-demon was about to open his mouth to refuse, Angel quickly said:
“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you any questions about this place. What I’m asking is a question about myself… Why do you call me an impolite human?”
Angel had indeed given up on questioning. He didn’t want to waste more time here, and just now the Black Count told him through the mental connection that there was a problem with the olfactory positioning point.
So Angel truly wanted to leave, but before leaving, he still felt a bit aggrieved.
Everyone else was a visitor; why was he called an impolite human?
“Do you care about this question?”
Angel nodded: “Yes, I care a bit. So, are you deciding not to answer me, leaving me itching with curiosity?”
The curled-horn half-demon smiled: “No, I won’t answer other questions, but this question, I am very willing to answer.”
Chapter 2606 Gifting Beautiful Dreams <TOC> Chapter 2608 The Nea Clan