Medieval Aurora: The Rise of the Dragon

Chapter 58
"Mannan would rather be cast with the most heinous curse than be forgotten."

—Gunter Shedal, Senior Pastor Mannan
It seemed that she had experienced an exhausting dream just now, and the sound of rushing waves woke Laina from her sleep.Maybe it was because the material of the pillow was too soft, she felt a little groggy after waking up.

Raina was so weak that she pressed her brow with one hand, and worked very hard to straighten her waist from the side-lying position.She vaguely recalled the scenes she saw in her dream. It was really a weird dream that was difficult for outsiders to tell, and even greatly exceeded the limit of a young girl's imagination.

Thoughts of shame and physical strangeness made her ashamed of how she felt and imagined.

Why did that figure appear in my dream, and she was still with me in the dream? ? ? (There should be an expansion here, and it will be posted in the group as a follow-up episode)
"you're awake."

"Hmm - did I fall asleep?" Raina replied subconsciously. After saying this, she suddenly realized, no, who was talking to me?
She tilted her head towards the source of the voice, and Veronica's smiling face was close at hand.

Raina felt an indescribable suffocation dominate her, she subconsciously leaned back, only to realize that what she thought was the hand on the pillow was pressing on Veronica's leg .

The part of the lady's dignified purple dress from the knee up is messy, and a squeezed outline can be vaguely seen from above.

Could it be that she did it herself? At this moment, Laina wished she could fall asleep again when her eyes went dark. Shame and disbelief about herself filled her brain.

As if seeing her embarrassment, Veronica looked gently at the girl with a dull face, and said to her considerately:

"Don't worry, I won't talk about this matter. Then, let's stop here today, and I will take it away after replying."

"Ah, reply!" Raina suddenly woke up when she heard these two words, she was going to write a reply to that person. "Hey, so I have finished writing?" She was a little confused, as if she had indeed written a reply before falling asleep.

did you write it
At this moment, Veronica had stood up and was about to say goodbye. Laina obediently sent the guests out of the house, and she realized it as if she remembered something when she walked back to the living room.

Who am I writing an answer to?

"Mannan is here." She touched her neck subconsciously, habitually trying to appease the pendant made of octopus stone carvings.

That was the amulet left to him by his mother, a high-ranking priest of the sea god. The sculpture of the deep-sea creation was attached to the divine power of the sea god Mananen.
Mannan, though fervently worshiped by his followers, is far from a sentimental or benevolent deity.

Furious and capricious.What the believers offer to him is not praise or worship, but comfort to appease his anger. Almost every Poseidon believer undertakes the double duty of accepting other people's comfort for their god and comforting the Sea God himself.

For that unpredictable god, such an ornament is absolutely rare in the world.

And just when Laina's fingers touched the supposedly smooth surface of the stone sculpture, the unexpected sense of touch told her the fact that the pendant disappeared, and her hands only touched some weathered dust.

She opened her collar in disbelief, and found that the pendant had been shattered into a piece of gray-white dust without a sound.

The terrifying fact told her that something must have happened that she didn't know.

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"Mannan's power has protected this lucky one, and the time is too short." Veronica said to the air around her with a little regret, "But I already know the whereabouts of Ivano Sharaf."

"Then please leave this matter to your subordinates."

There was obviously only one person in the carriage, but another voice came out.

"Go and finish it, next week Erengrad needs someone to take charge of organizing a new courtship reception to send me off. Remember, don't let the blood of the scepter be dusted."

"Follow your will."

Tyrell District - Hard Rock Street - 17

The sailors cautiously huddled in the dark and inspected any passers-by who approached this unremarkable house. Although these sailors were not from the same ship, and no one knew what their captain sent people here to guard, but those golden Ducat is enough to block everyone's curiosity.

Just as they were performing their duties unrelentingly, a black shadow blended into the gap in the roof from a blind spot in the sky.

Various sundries were placed on the shelves that occupied the entire west wall of the study, and a sailor was sitting bored in a chair staring at books and items that he could not understand.Few people would arrange such a thick ledge, such a design can be said to be incompatible with the unpretentious appearance of the house.

A black shadow sneaked in through the crack of the door, and the sailor was unaware of it until a drowning-like powerlessness swallowed his consciousness.

After a strange convulsion, the sailor, who was silent with his head down, suddenly stood up and moved his limbs, and then he started to grope on the closet from left to right with dull eyes.

In the lower right corner of the cabinet, a red-covered book made of oiled paper seemed strange. When the sailor tried to knock the book down, there was a solid feedback. He knew that he had found the place he wanted to go.

With only a slight twist, the dark room hidden in the cabinet opens the door to visitors. The whole process is not difficult, and it seems that this is not a secret place.

Inside the door, a pale man in striped pajamas was tied to a chair. The secret door was not a dark prison. There was simply a single bed and a seat inside. The whole space was very monotonous and lackluster. , There are still some fresh bump marks on the bottom of the surrounding walls. It seems that someone has transferred the items in the house in a hurry, thus using such a stronghold as a prison cell temporarily.

Sharaf Ivano opened his eyes and stared at the unexpected guest.

The sailor looked at him and smiled happily. Black mist and blood slowly seeped out of his long mouth. The black mist pinched Sharaf's voice back to his throat like a powerful hand. Old Bo Ye felt something was drilling into his brain through his ears, and after a wordless silence, the sailor fell to the ground with a thud.

Sharaf Ivano raised his head, countless images flickered in his sluggish eyes, as if recalling something interesting, he also showed a hearty smile.

"I see, Belak, and Shenlong." He muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)