The green poisonous fire rose from the copper basin and flickered, torturing the souls of the three elves.

The Supreme King's hand, Hajjhona, was surrounded by them in the secret room on the top floor of his tower like a wild cat foraging.

This tower is located in the Sabrook Mountains of the Enoak Desert, among the dark and steep peaks in the southernmost part of the city of Sultanza.

"Take mercy, archangelist, we really don't know the answer you are looking for!" one of the souls moaned.

"Please," another begged: "Don't torture us any more."

"Very good." Hajjhona hissed.

He had just returned from the judgement hall of the Ghost City, so he was still wearing office clothes: a slurry robe with pleated floors, and a long-sleeved black shirt with gold thread on his left chest embroidered with a pair of balances.

A gold belt was tied around the waist, and a mask was hung on it - a smooth round ivory product with openings in the eyes and nostrils, and a slit in the mouth.

Its color matches Hajjhona's grayish white hair that gradually decreases from both sides of its high convex forehead.

The mask's expression was as calm as his own, and his needless cheeks were still smooth--not suffering from thin threads caused by age or troubles.

"Because of your incompetence, this is the reward for you." Hajjhona threw a small black powder into the brazier.

Mars shone like a gem, and immediately crackled around the pale shadows, causing them to scream in pain.

The magic flame rushed to the ceiling, then went out, turning into a pungent wisp of smoke.

In an instant, a cruel smile appeared on Hajjhona's face, but it was fleeting.

The mystery in his heart still has no solution.

He took two small items from a golden box on the table.

They are jewelry, with tears in appearance and crystal clear as winter ice.

Such a gem is called: The Tears of the King.

According to legend, they are the tears of ancient kings who have been transformed into stone statues by magic.

There is also a legend that if you look carefully at the center of the king's tears, you will see an image of the thing that the ancient king loved most in his life.

And the legend is undoubtedly true.

At this moment, he could also see images flashing in the gemstones: thin gold pages written in strange silver magical lettering, and gold scrolls bound with a cover set in gemstones.

In a trance, he discovered that this complete set of golden scrolls turned into the form of golden beech.

What he saw was the collection of books of the Vlad Visionary, the city lord of the Elf Kingdom Mis Zorno.

When the Enoak desert was still a rich forest and plain, the territory ruled by this elf king included Cormanso, the valley, Sambiya and Cormier, a dense and rich forest.

But centuries before the Cormiers crossed the Sunset Mountains and entered the area, his kingdom prematurely turned into dust and ruins.

The former creates a series of glorious cities along the river: Mis Zorno, as if it were gleaming gems on a necklace.

Although Hajj Horner stared at the two gems for a long time, he still didn't find what he was looking for, the set of scrolls that Vlad loved the most: the color-resistant scroll.

The once great Naserrel Empire, 100 gold scrolls found in the ruins of Erivanda, have two sets of Naser scrolls, each containing fifty scrolls.

One of the complete sets of golden scrolls was stolen by the elves of Comanso.

And he accidentally found traces of this set of color-resistant scrolls in two king tears.

"Ryz!" shouted the arcane of Neserel: "Ryz!"

A sound of claws quickly rubbing against the stone floor came from behind him.

"Master?" a hoarse voice said timidly.

Hajjhona turned around and saw a short deformed creature limping into the secret room with its two tummy and bent legs.

It blinked its red light bulb eyes and sucked its wart dog nose.

"Come here, Riz." Hajjhona said in his cold voice: "I'll tell you for me. If you dare to lie to me, I promise that you'll lose more than just a tail this time."

He handed the King's tears to the head man, "Look clearly, there is a set of golden scrolls, I need its whereabouts."

"As for orders, master." The dog-headed man walked up to the table as he pleasedly, with a regretful expression on his face, and a pair of light bulb eyes looking at the ground.

As he walked, his body emitted a foul smell, and his scaled body was wearing a dirty and ragged brown linen coat, which looked like a short robe, and seemed to be scattered due to decay at any time.

This creature was once a human, to be precise, a prophet. His skill was so superb that he had only served the emperor.

But Hajjhona wanted him to serve him only, so he sent someone to murder him.

Then, through the magic of darkness, he stuffed his soul into this new, disgusting body, and obeyed all his commands by magic.

"Please forgive me, honorable master..." The dog-headed man looked at it carefully for a long time and stammered:

"I can divine you, but the problem is that if the item is too precious, it will affect the result of the star divination, and even completely prevent the divination... Uh, um... And if the item is under magic protection... I can try it, but..."

"Long story short, master." Hajjhona said coldly.

"I need time...and also prepare the materials needed to cast...If the arrangement of stars is ideal enough, then...well, uh... noble master, what you are asking is a difficult task...I need time..."

"Master." Hajj Horner said in a gentle tone with unexpected politeness: "Everything you need is at your disposal, including time, as long as the reason is sufficient."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I will do my best." The dog-headed man declared, "But I am afraid I can only determine the approximate location...I mean the region or range..."

"Sorry, what did you say?" Hajj Horner smiled.

"Astrology..." The dog-headed man was scared and sweated. He stammered, "At a long distance, astrology can only be roughly positioned... very roughly positioned, and the error... the error will be quite large. I really don't know if I can..."

"You can do it, master."

The arcane of Naserier said slowly, and his black eyes flashed with fierce light, "I am very confident in your ability. Since you talk about errors, the smaller your errors, the more tolerant I will be tolerant of you."

The kobold shivered.

"I have to know the whereabouts of the Golden Scroll." Hajjhona murmured: "If the divination preparation is too long, you can first predict the future of my and this set of scrolls."

"This is simple, respected master."

The dog-head nodded quickly, then clumsily opened a small ivory box, took out a pair of exquisite cards wrapped in black silk, and began to shuffle them.

"You have to draw three cards." It suggested to the arcane of Neseril with its low voice, and Hajj Horner did it immediately.

Ryze used its incomplete hand to open the first card.

"A golden scroll"

“This indicates that you are exploring the core of the mission, which means huge wealth, but some of it has disappeared.”

"That's all," Hajjhona hummed low, his dark eyes flashing with a light of understanding.

The kobold man obeys the order and opens the second card.

"A giant dragon, reversed"

"This indicates your allies."

Reitz said as he moved his hand to the last card: "And this indicates the enemy you will face in your search mission.

After saying that, he turned the card open.

"A arcane man, too, also on his head."

"What do they mean?" Hajjhona asked anxiously.

Ryze's pointed ears twisted in confusion, "I'm not sure, Master. For some reason, a dragon that is not a dragon will help you get that golden scroll. But there is an archanger who is not an archanger who will interfere with it."

"A arcane who is not an arcane?" Hajjhona said sarcastically, "that is, he is a half-baked arcane? It doesn't sound like you need to worry too much."

"But, Master."

The dog-head insisted, twitching its nose anxiously, "What these cards predict is a powerful force that will have an impact on the outcome. You must..."

"Shut up!"

Hajjhona shouted loudly, then knocked the kobold to the ground with a slap.

The latter howled in pain, but he ignored it.

"What I have to do now is find the hiding place of the golden scroll." The arcane of Naserel added softly, "Then I will rule the ghost empire in the future."

"I will send it to you right away if you need something." Hajjhona narrowed his eyes and looked at the dog-headed man, "I won't keep you anymore, Master, start studying astrology immediately."

"Oh oh oh... May the great shadows always..." the dog-headed man praised excitedly.

"I know, I know, you get out quickly." Hajj Horner waved impatiently.

The kobold shrank, then bowed deeply, rolled and crawled out.

"Isn't the arcane's arcane?"

As the kowtower left, Hajjhona looked at the King's tears again and repeated thoughtfully.

I don't know how long it took.

He suddenly sensed that someone had been standing in front of his tower and had been waiting for a long time.

He immediately put away the king's tears and waved his hand. The portal was opened, and a silent black shadow floated out like a ghost.

"Miss Krisanna, I'm very sorry." Hajjhona looked at the shadow and said in a sad tone, "Your sister, Miss Natasha, died at the wedding banquet in Mokou Town last night."

"I know, if nothing else, I will take it back, Lord Hajj Horner, the hand of the Supreme King." The dark shadow called Clisanna's voice was so calm that there was no fluctuation.
To be continued...