Chapter 1979 - The Ghost Clan

An expert would know as soon as the other party spoke up.

Mag already had a rough understanding after hearing Merante's opening words. This blind old man really had something.

Although the old man didn't make things clear, Mag knew very well. That thing had something to do with the Great Old Ones.

Moreover, the information that the omniscient door gave him when they stepped in aroused his interest.

The old man was called Merante. He was over 700 years old. He was a 10th-tier powerhouse of the Ghost Clan, and he had severe cataracts.

The young man was called Noah. He was 20 years old, and originated from the Ghost Clan too. He had a 7th-tier power, which was considered a genius among the younger generation.

Mag had read through all kinds of history books of the Norland Continent during this time. He had read some information about the Ghost Clan in an unofficial history book. The Ghost Clan belonged to the demon race, but it had already been exterminated 500 years ago in the racial war. Judging from the extremely limited information, this was a very mysterious tribe.

Furthermore, certain weird behaviors of the Ghost Clan were recorded in that unofficial history book. Apparently, a powerful Ghost Clan could drive the corpses to fight for them. There were even rumors that they were the devil's spokesperson in this world.

Perhaps, because of these reasons, the Ghost Clan had always been extremely mysterious. Nonetheless, they still disappeared from history.

However, looking at the grandfather and grandson in front of him, Mag roughly had a judgment. The Ghost Clan most probably hadn't been exterminated. They simply kept a very low profile.

As for why they came looking for him, and could discover Annie's extraordinariness, Mag was really curious about that.

"Who are you, then?" Merante asked Mag instead.

"The boss of this restaurant, the person who received you." Mag leaned against the back of his chair.

"You have seen the devil before." Merante said calmly.

Noah clenched the tortoise shells nervously as he stared at Mag.

"Seems like you have too." Mag leaned forward slightly, and stared into Merante's white eyes.

Merante was silent for a moment before he laughed. "Seems like he wasn't able to convince you, either."

"I am a steadfast person who can resist temptations. His methods don't work on me." Mag laughed too. "However, how did you get rid of him?"

"Perhaps he didn't expect that I was blind, so his methods were useless on me too," Merante replied.

Noah listened to their conversation in a daze. He couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but he could see that his grandpa wasn't hostile to the guy, so he relaxed a bit.

"Why are you looking for me?" Mag picked up the cup, and gently blew on it.

"You might not know it, but these things were actually all sealed. However, half of it escaped recently. I want to find it and reseal it. The septaria oracle pointed me to you." Merante looked at Mag, and said, "I think you know where to find it."

"Since your so-called septaria oracle could bring you here to me, you should be able to find it too. I don't know where it is." Mag shook his head. He was rather surprised that Merante's septaria oracle could point them to Mamy Restaurant.

Mag didn't want to expose his identity now, so he was already considering if it was necessary for him to silence the grandfather and grandson duo now.

"The septaria oracle's detection range is limited, but the Norland Continent is too vast, and that chap is too sneaky. Looking for it is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack." Merante shook his head.

"What is the detection range?"

"Within 800 km," Merante replied.

"If that is the case, I am sorry that I can't help you." Mag shook his head. The Norland Continent was over billions of square kilometers in size. Using a detection device that only had an 800-km detection range to search for the Great Old One was, without a doubt, looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I need the help of that purest little maiden," Merante said to Mag.

"She is not whatever purest. She's my daughter. You'd better not have any ideas about her." Mag's voice turned cold.

"The septaria oracle didn't find you. It found her," Merante said.

"In this case, it's your stupid stone that has a problem." Mag took a sip of tea before putting down the cup. "If there is nothing else, I will have to send you on your way."

"Since you have met it, you should know its terror. It has escaped from the seal, and it's going to bring destruction to this world. What you are doing now is no different from being its accomplice." Merante frowned.

"Since you have met it too, you should know that with your power, you're not its match even if you find it. Let's not mention resealing it," Mag said to Merante. "Your Ghost Clan has always kept a low profile, why do you care so much about it?"

Noah was still grasping his tortoise shells tightly under the table. His palms were full of sweat, but he didn't dare to relax at all.

Judging from his grandpa's behavior, this fellow should be a powerhouse. Otherwise, he would be lying on the floor right now.

This human who looked very young could actually make his grandpa wary. This indeed shocked him quite a bit.

However, Noah was also rather curious about Mag's question. He had asked his grandfather about it more than once, but he had never received an answer.

Merante was silent for a long time before he sighed, and said, "Because'¦ I want to undo the Ghost Clan's curse. If its power recovers completely, the aristocracy will become its slaves completely, and be used by it. This was the price I paid for getting out of its illusion."

"How do I know if what you said is the truth?" Mag frowned slightly.

Merante pulled Noah's left hand up from under the table. He pulled his sleeve up to reveal his wrist. There was a black-and-red skull mark on his wrist.

Then, Merante pulled up his own sleeve. There was also an identical black-and-red skull mark at the same position.

"This is the Blood Curse. Almost everyone in the Ghost Clan is cursed. If we cannot seal it again, this curse will be his gangway to control the Ghost Clan." Merante let down his sleeve, and said to Mag, "I know that you are very powerful. I don't have the confidence to defeat you, but since you have met it, you must have paid a certain price to get rid of it. I hope we can work together, and reseal or kill it when we find it.

"I will not harm that little maiden, but I need a bit of her blood essence to expand the septaria oracle's detection range. I hope you can agree."

"Mission triggered accidentally: Merante's request! He is one of the few existences who has the ability to locate the Great Old Ones.. Could the Host please establish a partnership with Merante, set out to look for the escaped Great Old One, and seal it again! Mission reward: the chance to spin the lucky wheel x3!" The system's voice immediately popped up in Mag's mind.