CH 569

Ordinary poets and artists might think that “Praise the Name of the Divine Transporter” was a story of a berserker torturing himself for lofty ideals. Then, he was enlightened and sublimated from the ideals.

Ordinary ritualists and transcenders might think that what was described in the long poem “Praise the Name of the Divine Transporter” was only occult knowledge about the “ascendancy ritual”.

If it was in the game, it might be expressed as… After reading this book, the player would acquire knowledge or skill about the “ascendancy ritual” at the cost of sanity.

However, Annan knew that it was a prophecy book.

The Paper Princess did not even know about it.

What it described did not refer to the illusory image of the “Divine Transporter”, but the Book of Truth that would be born decades after the prediction — [Book of Divine Transporter].

At this moment, Gray Professor recited this passage in front of Annan. Of course, what he expressed was not the original intention, but hinted to Annan that he had seen through Annan’s soul essence.

Annan thought silently.

Besides that, Gray Professor might be giving some clues.

The so-called, “unfortunate people would eventually devote their lives to the furnace of misfortune”.

Was he emphasizing Justice’s fate?

Could it be that the Gray Professor had already seen the end of Justice as an “unfortunate person”? That was why he gave Justice “hate”.

Was this to let this hatred become the nourishment for him when he advanced to Gold Rank?

Justice’s voice rang in Annan’s ear, “—I’ll make them pay.”

…Wait a moment?

Thinking of this, Annan suddenly realized—

Gray Professor seemed to be encouraging Justice to take revenge!

Deliberately creating hatred and creating misfortune — Are you Uchiha Madara [1]?

Do I have to dance now too?

“Mortals…”

Gray Professor smiled noncommittally, “If you say so.”

The gray-haired and gray-eyed old man turned to look at Justice, “What do you think, Justice?

“Do you want to be my student?”

“Well, how should I put it?”

Justice scratched his head and showed a naive smile, “I’m not interested in becoming a transcender.

“Being a wealthy businessman and spending the rest of my life in peace is enough for me.”

“Ah, speaking of it,” Ingrid suddenly said, “I remember that Alison and you were childhood sweethearts, right?

“That’s so lucky. Alison is a lady from a wealthy family. She is gentle and cute. If only I were a boy—”

The girl with blue and black long hair showed envious eyes, “Ahhh, I’m so envious! I also want a rich and beautiful girl to support me…”

She cried out.

Justice heard those words, but his expression froze slightly, and he hesitated in response, “Ah… um.”

Annan on the side watched silently, watching with gusto.

Hey, what kind of love triangle is this?

Ingrid and Frederick seemed to like each other, and Justice was loved by the eldest lady Alison but he had a crush on Ingrid.

This is too twisted, simply too twisted.

Give me more drama. Come on.

He couldn’t help but comment in a low voice in his heart.

Ingrid did not know the embarrassment in Justice’s heart, but she just showed a worried expression, “But, Justice… Alison’s father, Jon, is a Silver Rank Transcender. It is a family that controls the Occult Bond Envoy profession.

“The root of Mr. Jon’s strength is that he inherited the curse passed down from generation to generation in his family. Alison doesn’t have the talent of a transcender. He hopes that his son-in-law can inherit this curse.”

Ingrid hesitated to speak.

Ingrid did not finish her sentence.

In general, the curse did not have to be passed down. Not to mention passing it on to close people like children or students.

After all, the nature of a curse was also a curse. Cursing one’s offspring. No matter how you put it, it was not quite right.

However, Mr. Jon’s situation here was special.

If Mr. John still could not find a satisfactory heir, he might pass this curse on to outsiders. That meant that there would be another person who was more suitable for the status of “Jon’s heir” than Alison.

In this case, it would be fine if the other party kept his place.

However, if the other party tried to seize the family property, how could Alison fight him?

Justice did not take it seriously.

For some unknown reason, Justice argued vigorously, “When I met Alison, I didn’t know she was the eldest lady. Alison is also a frugal and quiet child, and she is not very interested in the affairs of the chamber of commerce.

“The Occult Bond Envoy is so dangerous. There are politics in the chamber of commerce. If anyone wants to inherit it, let him take it.”

“You can’t say that, Justice.”

Gray Professor came over, stroked Justice’s hair, and said with a smile, “You don’t have to, but you can’t make Alison give up too. Because it belongs to her, not yours.”

“Then let her make up her mind.”

Justice retorted habitually with disapproval.

Annan on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, and if he remembered correctly…

According to Nefertari, “Shield of Unfallen” Justice initially went to study under Gray Professor, hoping to make his childhood sweetheart happy. “Because he did not have the status worthy of the one he love, let alone the capability to make her happy.”

Justice’s reaction was a stark contrast.

His relationship with Alison was not as close as the rumors said. It seemed that they were probably at the level of ordinary friends.

If Justice liked Alison, then he should put himself in her shoes.

However, seeing Justice’s reaction, he looked like a kid who kept emphasizing to Ingrid, “I don’t care about Alison’s money at all”.

Suddenly, Annan remembered.

If…

“Because I don’t have the status worthy of my loved one, and I don’t have the capital to make her happy”, the “loved one” in it doesn’t refer to Alison, but Ingrid?

So, that was why Justice had always been working outside after Justice and Alison got married.

It was not because Justice was a fool who reversed the process and the outcome.

It was because he did not like Alison at all.

He was just using the contacts of the Alison Chamber of Commerce…or, possibly, plotting against her father’s curse to gain power.

“‘Only hatred can give people long-lasting strength’…?” Annan murmured.

Annan realized another thing.

“Shield of Unfallen” Justice was already a Gold Rank transcender. Even in the underground city, he was already a great figure. Although he was not as influential as Gray Professor—or Bone Healer, his status was much higher than that of the Wise. Not to mention, he was a Protector and had accumulated a lot of favors.

If his goal was to avenge the Wise who killed Ingrid, then he could have done it long ago.

Or rather, he had already done it.

Well, what happened in the last dream?

Justice said, “I’ll make them pay.”

Who is this “they” referring to?

Are those the Wise?

…or Austere-Winter Dukedom?

Is the “Professor Wolf” Frederick… is he still Frederick?

Annan thought of this and looked at Gray Professor.

The old man nodded slightly at Annan.

He picked up the book in front of Annan and smiled lightly, “Let’s go for a walk. Don’t stay in the room and read all the time.”

The moment Gray Professor spoke, Annan smelled the familiar smell of alcohol from his mouth.

It was the smell of alcohol on Justice in the previous nightmare.

It was also the smell of wine left on the axe when he attacked Annan.

A magic wine that could make dragons drunk.

Just breathing it in would make the cheeks feel hot, and the poison could instantly stun a human being just by touching the skin. It was a powerful poison that even the body of a Silver Rank could not resist.

There weren’t many wines of this caliber.

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Even with absolute ethanol, it was impossible to have this effect.

Annan finally remembered what it was.

This should be the [Wyrmrest Reagent] that had not been added with the “active blood of adult dragons”.

It was a necessary potion to store… or, seal the sacred bone.