Ian and rlin stood before the mysterious coffin, its lid slowly pushed open, releasing a waft of old yet strangely captivating air.
Their eyes focused on the interior of the coffin, where a raven’s corpse lay quietly. This raven appeared peculiar; though dead, it looked lifelike, with glossy, smooth feathers, as if it was rely asleep, ready to soar at any mont, indistinguishable from when it was alive.
The raven’s eyelids seed rely lightly closed, as if they would open in the next mont, with sharp eyes unaffected by the passage of ti and years.
"This bird is truly beautiful."
The existence of iridescent black is real.
Exactly as Ian saw on the black raven within the coffin. The raven’s corpse maintained its final pose from life, with its right claw tightly clutching half of a shattered crystal.
There was no trace of magic left on the crystal, but what concerned Ian the most was not this — rather, why a bird would be lying in his tomb?
Why would it be a raven?
Moreover, the appearance of this raven made Ian feel inexplicably familiar. Ian desperately searched his mory, trying to find clues related to this raven.
And at this mont.
rlin’s outburst of curses showed no signs of stopping.
"This damned thing! I actually have to see it! Damn you!" His face turned red, eyes bulging, with an anger as if flas were about to burst forth.
"What exactly is your relationship with this raven?"
While Ian was indulging in his indecipherable thoughts, rlin suddenly turned his head, angrily looking at the little wizard Ian beside him — if rlin rembered correctly, this should be divh’s tomb, which ant it should be his own tomb.
Facing the aggressively furious rlin, Ian shrank his neck, without knowing why, just feeling inexplicably guilty.
"I don’t know either, I just think this bird looks familiar." Ian’s voice was small, still pondering, feeling the raven seed familiar, especially those tightly closed eyes, as if he’s seen them sowhere. Yet no matter how much he recollects, his mind can’t piece together a complete picture.
"Familiar?"
rlin’s angry expression slightly froze.
He spoke in surprise.
"You’ve been tricked by this bird too?"
This was almost rlin’s instinctive reaction. The reason for such a thought was simple, as based on his understanding, historically, anyone with so reputation had been tricked by this bird.
Not only wizards.
And for divh, as a significant figure hidden in history, having an intersection with this bird wasn’t impossible... Thinking of this, rlin began to ponder.
Hearing this, Ian was slightly taken aback as well.
"Tricked? Not really... it’s just that it kind of looks like a phoenix I had, overall they’re quite similar." This was the only reason Ian could think of for the familiarity.
His black phoenix and this raven shared about eighty percent similarity.
"Phoenix?" rlin furrowed his brow in confusion.
"I rember phoenixes don’t look like this? Don’t think I haven’t seen a phoenix!" As he spoke, rlin’s emotions grew agitated again, his expression and emotion managent was even less controlled than when he was afraid earlier.
"Phoenixes are such sacred beings, surrounded by flas and radiant, how could they look so evil and despicable like this?"
It’s hard to imagine what rlin might have encountered in the past.
"But I have a black phoenix." Seeing rlin’s escalating excitent, Ian delivered a fatal blow with one sentence, causing rlin’s unfinished criticism to get stuck in his throat.
"There’s a black phoenix?"
rlin seed to have stumbled into a knowledge blind spot, despite having road through many mystical spaces due to his special bloodline, he hadn’t even heard of a black phoenix. Surely he’s not making it up, right? rlin’s eyes glowed white as he scrutinized the little wizard for quite a while.
His gaze seed to penetrate Ian’s inner thoughts, searching for the truth of his words. After a while, a surprised expression appeared on rlin’s face.
"Strange, there really is a black phoenix?" He didn’t possess the ability to delve into Ian’s thoughts, but he still retained the magic to discern if Ian was telling the truth. rlin’s tone was filled with disbelief, as if within his understanding, Ian’s ntion of a black phoenix was an incredibly inconceivable matter.
"I’m known for speaking the truth." Ian blinked, without a hint of guilt, for once not only speaking the truth but revealing it entirely.
"If possible, I’d love to see your phoenix... I recall you told you ca from a thousand years in the future?" rlin seed suddenly intrigued and curious.
"That’s right."
Ian nodded.
"What’s that era like?"
rlin continued his inquiry.
"It is the best of tis, it is the worst of tis." Ian almost instinctively borrowed a famous quote, "At least, wizards no longer need to work behind closed doors to learn magic, nor wander with their teachers; the survival rate increased several tis, and every wizard child can attend schools with many powerful wizard instructors."
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