Chapter 2609 Nodin and Dantalian <TOC> Chapter 2611 Day
Translator: SumTLMan
Everyone fell into silence.
Angel also remained silent alongside them.
“When you mentioned the Dantalian Clan just now, I even thought you were talking nonsense. Because according to the intelligence we’ve obtained from the Abyssal natives, they’ve mentioned various clans, including the Nodin Clan you just spoke of, but they never mentioned the Dantalian Clan,” the voice of the Black Count resonated in everyone’s minds.
“So, does the Dantalian Clan truly exist?” Kael muttered within the mental connection.
In truth, based on the previous conversation between Angel and the curled-horn half-demon, it was clear that the Dantalian Clan did exist. The reason Kael was still murmuring was purely because, in his view, this matter was incredibly strange.
The Black Count stood at the pinnacle of the Wizarding World; the information he possessed was undoubtedly the most extensive and comprehensive. If even the Black Count didn’t know about the Dantalian Clan, how did Angel come to know of it?
Moreover, the curled-horn half-demon opposite them happened to be a member of the Dantalian Clan.
“They exist,” Angel also sensed that everyone harbored doubts in their hearts and explained: “I once had a brief encounter with a member of the Dantalian Clan… Until today, I didn’t know that the Dantalian Clan had faded into obscurity for many years.”
“Have you finished your discussion? Are you deliberating on what questions to ask me, or are you contemplating how to deceive me?” At this moment, the voice of the curled-horn half-demon reached everyone’s ears.
Evidently, the curled-horn half-demon was aware that they were communicating through the mental connection, but he didn’t know what they were discussing.
Angel glanced at his silent companions, sighed softly, and said: “We were just discussing matters regarding the Dantalian Clan earlier, but a minor issue arose.”
“A minor issue?” The curled-horn half-demon asked with a hint of suspicion.
“I discovered that none of my companions have ever heard of the Dantalian Clan,” Angel shrugged.
“The Dantalian Clan is a noble lineage; it’s normal that they haven’t heard of it,” the curled-horn half-demon didn’t see this as a problem.
Angel contemplated for a moment and decided to start from the most fundamental situation: “Perhaps you’re not aware of the current circumstances. Presently, humans have already established deep cooperation with various native clans in the Abyss, even jointly building numerous stronghold cities, within which there are dedicated residential areas for the natives.”
“Do you understand what this implies? It means that the interaction between humans and the natives has reached an exceedingly profound level.”
“Among my companions, there is someone who is extremely well-informed. According to him, humans have learned a great deal about the various clans from the natives in the stronghold cities, including the Nea Clan and the Nodin Clan I mentioned earlier, but there is no mention of the Dantalian Clan.”
Having said this, Angel paused and quietly observed the curled-horn half-demon across from him.
At this point, even if the curled-horn half-demon were oblivious, he understood what Angel was insinuating.
“You mean to say that the Dantalian Clan has already… ceased to exist?” The curled-horn half-demon suppressed his turbulent emotions and spoke softly.
“Perhaps they’ve just hidden themselves more deeply,” Vai murmured softly from the side.
The curled-horn half-demon cast a glance at Vai and asked Angel: “Is what he said possible?”
“I don’t know.”
The curled-horn half-demon was evidently growing impatient. For the first time, he spoke with noticeable emotion: “I’m just asking if it’s possible; you only need to answer yes or no.”
Angel replied: “I don’t know much about the Dantalian Clan. Based on the information I’ve gathered, it’s still insufficient to answer your question, so I can only say, I don’t know.”
Angel also knew that his words would definitely sound perfunctory to the listener. But it was indeed the truth, because he only knew of one member of the Dantalian Clan… oh, no, now there were two.
“Then what can you tell me? Your companions don’t know about the Dantalian Clan; how did you learn about it?” The curled-horn half-demon had already adopted a questioning tone, indicating that his emotions had begun to surface.
The only good thing was that even though his emotions were showing, he remained restrained, never crossing the line, so he could still maintain his rationality.
From this, it could be seen that he was truly different from other ghosts.
Even ghosts like Mandara, who were redeemed by Angel, could possibly fall again when emotionally agitated, but the curled-horn half-demon could maintain his rationality.
This was something very worthy of investigation.
Perhaps, as he said, today’s wizards are actually behind in their research on ghosts compared to Nightfall City ten thousand years ago?
While Angel’s thoughts were wandering, he did not forget to reply to the angry half-demon opposite him.
“Because I have met a member of the Dantalian Clan.”
With just this sentence, the curled-horn half-demon’s emotions subsided a bit: “You have met a descendant of my clan? Then, are they still alive?”
Angel nodded: “Rest assured, he is alive. And living very well.”
The curled-horn half-demon’s anger subsided by half again. He had always thought that the Dantalian Clan no longer existed, but as long as there were descendants, it meant the Dantalian Clan had not gone extinct.
“Tell me about his situation.” The curled-horn half-demon asked this question, not really out of curiosity about the descendant’s situation, but wanting to confirm whether what Angel said was true.
Just like when Angel described the Nodin Clan before, the details about the Nodin Clan couldn’t be faked.
“I don’t know much, and about this person…” Angel hesitated again and again but still didn’t continue.
“Why did you stop? Is it because he has also fallen?” The curled-horn half-demon’s tone rose again.
“Probably not.”
“Then why don’t you continue?”
Angel remained silent.
At this point, not only did the curled-horn half-demon feel strange, others also looked at Angel with doubt. What problem did the Dantalian Clan member that Angel met have, causing him to be unwilling to speak?
Feeling everyone’s doubtful gazes, Angel could only smile bitterly in his heart. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say, but the only Dantalian Clan member he knew…
Was Lord Night!
Lord Night who, as a half-demon, broke through the legendary realm barrier!
In the Battle of La Sutherland, Lord Night played a very important role. Various forces were inquiring about his situation. Among them were not only the Frost Moon Alliance but also demon forces and Demon Gods…
But they had not found any information.
In this situation, Angel did not dare to easily disclose information about Lord Night.
Although Angel was not the person who knew Lord Night best among humans, compared to Angel, the Magic Painter was actually the one who knew Lord Night best, it’s just that the Magic Painter’s whereabouts were unknown, and now the only one who knew about Lord Night was Angel.
After being stared at silently for three minutes by everyone, Angel finally opened his mouth.
“Your fellow clansman’s situation is really unusual. If you really want to know, I must sign a Tarot Secret Oath with you.”
The Tarot Secret Oath, also known as the Tarot Confidentiality Agreement, is a kind of confidentiality agreement that has been continuously improved to near perfection, with few flaws or loopholes.
Angel’s words left the curled-horn half-demon dumbfounded, and caused everyone to gaze at him with eyes full of surprise and suspicion.
The curled-horn half-demon was familiar with the Tarot Secret Oath, a strict confidentiality agreement. As long as one kept the secret, one wouldn’t breach the contract, so he could sign it. But why did Angel insist on signing the Tarot Secret Oath before he was willing to speak?
Moreover..: “What about them? Do they also need to sign the Tarot Secret Oath?”
The curled-horn half-demon looked at everyone except Angel.
“They don’t need to,” Angel paused for a moment: “Because I will only tell you.”
Daus, standing nearby, was rather expectant upon hearing the first half of the sentence, but upon hearing the latter half, he became somewhat agitated: “Why won’t you tell us? At worst, I can also sign the Tarot Secret Oath. Let me hear it too!”
Daus’ outburst echoed the thoughts of some others present. Angel was being so cautious; it seemed this was some secret intelligence. Honestly, they were also willing to sign the Tarot Secret Oath to get in on these secrets.
However, Angel did not give them the chance. He looked at Daus and said: “I’m not telling you for your own good. I am telling him because he is of the Dantalian Clan. Under the honor of his family name, he would never violate the oath.”
At this point, the curled-horn half-demon chimed in appropriately: “If it’s truly a secret of the Dantalian Clan, I wouldn’t reveal it even if my soul were to dissipate.”
By now, Angel didn’t need to say anything further.
He believed in the curled-horn half-demon’s unwavering loyalty to the honor of his family name, and since he himself was of the Dantalian Clan, Angel didn’t mind sharing with him.
But as for the others, even though they were currently teammates, Angel couldn’t fully trust them.
Perhaps they wouldn’t breach the oath, but that was only a “maybe.” What if someone was willing to pay the steep price for violating the oath?
Even though the Tarot Secret Oath had very few loopholes, it was only a near-perfect contract, not truly flawless.
In other words, Angel couldn’t trust them.
Daus opened his mouth, wanting to say he would definitely abide by the oath, but when it came down to it, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
The secret Angel knew was unknown; he couldn’t make an absolute guarantee about an “unknown” matter.
The only one who could guarantee that was the curled-horn half-demon.
Not to mention that he was of the Dantalian Clan himself; the mere fact that he couldn’t leave this place limited the spread of information… After all, very few people could reach this place.
In the midst of everyone’s silence, Angel softly said: “Believe me, my silence is for your own good.”
After a pause, Angel added: “Of course, Lord Black Count is also qualified to know, but I can assure you, my lord, knowing or not knowing this matter makes little difference.”
The Black Count snorted lightly, indicating his stance. He knew too many secrets already; one more wouldn’t make a difference.
Finally, to soothe everyone’s emotions, Angel added: “If you’re truly curious, you can venture into the Abyss to find a place called the Resting Ground. There’s a woman there who sells information. As long as you pay a sufficient price, she will tell you this secret… But her price is steep. Unless you’ve reached true knowledge, it’s best not to attempt to contact her.”
The Black Count said: “The place Angel mentioned can indeed resolve many doubts, but you’d better not seek her out just because you’re curious about some trivial secrets. Also, do not disclose anything about the Resting Ground; if that woman finds out and goes on a rampage, you won’t be able to escape. She’s more terrifying than some Demon Gods.”
After saying this, the Black Count glanced at Angel: “Don’t just keep other secrets; the Resting Ground itself is also a secret.”
Angel was taken aback. Previously, the Black Count had mentioned that if they encountered skeletons of the Immortal Brigade, they should try to bring them back to Immortal Street. At that time, Angel thought the Black Count didn’t know about the Resting Ground, but unexpectedly, the Black Count actually knew?
Angel hesitated for a moment, then asked: “My lord, have you been to the Resting Ground?”
The Black Count shook his head: “I haven’t been there. That woman utterly despises humans. By telling them to go to the Resting Ground, you’re sending them to their deaths.”
Angel scratched his head… It seemed, perhaps, maybe he did hear Balalaika mention that she really detested humans.
It’s just that Angel’s interactions and dealings with Balalaika had always been peaceful, so he completely overlooked this matter…
Angel quickly added: “You should listen to Lord Black Count and forget what I just said. That woman indeed hates humans; entering recklessly will only lead to a dead end.”
Everyone: “…” You sure patched that up quickly.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Angel realized he had only considered one side and neglected the other, almost causing trouble for his teammates.
He didn’t dare to meet everyone’s gaze, so he coughed twice and turned to the curled-horn half-demon: “If you agree to sign the Tarot Secret Oath, then we can begin.”
The curled-horn half-demon naturally did not refuse.
After signing the Tarot Secret Oath, Angel signaled to Eremy to construct a Shadow Space and then opened the Opulent Nightmare Domain within Eremy’s body.
Having done all this, Angel thought for a moment and tossed Dangros and Speedling into his bracelet.
After ensuring that no one would detect them, Angel proceeded to the final step.
Nightmare Dream Entry.
In the outside world, it was ultimately unsafe; it was safer to enter the Wilderness of Dreams.
Although he said they were going to the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel didn’t actually bring the curled-horn half-demon into it. Instead, he waited at the Dream Gate at the end of the Dream Bridge for the curled-horn half-demon to arrive.
——If they entered the Wilderness of Dreams, a great power would inevitably construct a new body for him, so it was better to chat on the Dream Bridge.
Angel couldn’t appear in person; after all, this was the curled-horn half-demon’s Dream Bridge. However, he could use the authority of the Dream Gate to converse with him.
Although the curled-horn half-demon was still somewhat groggy, upon seeing the magnificent Dream Gate, his thoughts gradually cleared.
“Is this the Dream Bridge? But why is there a door at the end of it? Where is that impolite human?”
“Still calling me impolite… never mind, I won’t hold it against you. Just stay in front of the door, and I’ll tell you about your clansmen’s situation.” Angel’s voice passed through the Dream Gate into the curled-horn half-demon’s ears.
Although puzzled as to why Angel didn’t enter the Dream Realm to chat but instead spoke in front of the door, it didn’t matter.
Learning information about his clan was more important.
The curled-horn half-demon didn’t say more and directly sat cross-legged in front of the Dream Gate.
Angel then began with La Sutherland, slowly talking about that taciturn yet exceptionally reliable Lord Night…