Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 433 - 434: Agreement [14/??]

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’A soul oath? Is he serious?’

Membeli still maintained a skeptical stance.

His golden energy eyes narrowed, and his sharp gaze focused intently on Mokaro.

As if questioning this Archbishop, [why should I believe you?]

To this,

Mokaro, understanding the Dragon King’s sentiment, nodded at a moderate pace:

"It’s natural to have doubts when I suddenly say all this."

"..."

"But, if you don’t trust me as an Archbishop, you should trust your own people, right? You must know that as an Archbishop, I’ve made contracts with the royal dragons, with your descendants."

Saying this, Mokaro slowly raised his hand, showing the red, glowing dragon mark on the back of his hand to the golden dragon’s eyes. Seeing the dragon mark, a slight change appeared in Membeli’s eyes.

Upon seeing this,

Mokaro’s mouth curled up:

"Also, as a former Dragon King, you must be deeply concerned about the current state of the dragon race, right? After your death, the dragon clans have become scattered, no longer the peak power they once were. Now, the great empires and the Holy Tower are even thinking about suppressing the dragons. You wouldn’t want to see the decline of the dragons, would you?"

Mokaro spoke earnestly, his blue eyes full of genuine concern for the fate of the dragon race.

After observing Mokaro’s demeanor, Membeli seemed to understand why his descendants would make a contract with this man. His golden dragon eyes revealed an emotion of being moved.

Back when he was unexpectedly killed in battle, leading to the decline of the dragon race, that had always been a burden on Membeli’s conscience. Over the years, he had often fantasized that if he were still alive, the dragon race would never have declined to its current state.

So, when Mokaro mentioned the dragon race, Membeli felt torn inside.

"..."

"Your Grace, as one of the greatest leaders the dragon race has ever had, you would surely want to be reborn and lead the dragons back to their prime, wouldn’t you? I’m sure you also wouldn’t want to remain here, being a tool for Red Leaf Empire and the Church to groom their younger generation... Honestly, such a great and powerful being like you shouldn’t have your fate dictated by the Empire or the Church. They’re not worthy."

"..."

"Of course, this is a complicated issue. I won’t force you to make a decision right away."

As he spoke, Mokaro carefully lifted his hand. With a stable ripple in space and a soft blue light, he pulled a heavy bag of documents from his ring and held it out.

"Your Grace, these are the specifics of the proposal... including your new body and subsequent collaborations... These documents also record the developments of the dragon race on the continent over the years, and even include plans of certain major powers to subjugate dragons as mounts."

"..."

"You don’t have to decide immediately. You can read these documents first and give me your answer later. I’m not in a hurry. Oh, and if you want, I can show them to you right now. If not, I’ll leave with my subordinates and not bother you further"

Saying this, Mokaro revealed a gentlemanly and elegant smile and assumed a posture ready to leave.

At the same time, the blonde man looked thoughtfully from the corner of his eye at the golden eyes, which were now silent, no longer giving off that fierce aura., and showing no other reaction.

Clearly,

just as Mokaro had expected,

The Dragon King’s consciousness was not strongly resisting as before but had instead fallen into deep contemplation.

After what seemed like a mental tug-of-war

the dragon’s aura inside the hall suddenly dispersed, and the dragon’s eyes softened, and kindly meeting Mokaro’s eyes.

"My… My Lord?"

On the other side,

Pinned against the stone wall by Ophelia, Vinarola could only helplessly watch Mokaro and Dragon King converse. Due to her senses being completely suppressed by Ophelia’s aura, Vinarola was concerned for the Dragon King, fearing he might be deceived by the mysterious archbishop, but she had no power to interfere in their discussion.

All she could do was watch as Mokaro silently came to some sort of agreement with Her Lord. Feeling both humiliated and indignant, Vinarola’s eyes suddenly caught something astonishing.

She had seen this somewhat gloomy Apostle before when meeting important figures from the Church of in the capital. However, because the apostle usually wore a hood or kept her distance, Vinarola never had a good chance to scrutinize this high-level combatant within the Church.

But now, with Ophelia right up close, Vinarola found something while searching for a weakness: her ears hidden under her brown hair.

Upon seeing the pointed ears, Vinarola froze.

’Elf ears?... Is this girl an elf?! A pure-blooded elf?!’

Vinarola’s eyes narrowed in surprise. After all, in her eyes, elves were secluded, rarely venturing out of their forest or engaging with external powers. Even those elves who studied at academies were there due to specific political needs.

Outside the Elf Forest, even half-elves were hard to come by, let alone a pure-blooded elf.

’And yet, this pure-blooded elf was in Asumos Church?’

’What the heck?!’

The discovery was almost unbelievable to Vinarola. Then, her gaze shifted and her eyes narrowed even further as the Apostle yawned. She noticed something shocking in Ophelia’s mouth.

’Just now... what was that on her tongue?’

’A red...moon symbol? Could it be?!’

Unfortunately, before Vinarola could get a clear look, Ophelia seemed to sense something. She coldly uttered a sound and then slammed Vinarola’s head into the solid stone wall without another word.

*Boom~*

After a loud noise, debris scattered and Vinarola passed out...

Ophelia disdainfully clicked her tongue:

"You shouldn’t look at what you’re not supposed to... "

Before she could finish speaking, she casually tossed the unconscious Vinarola out of the forbidden chamber.

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