She only asked the person beside her: "Brother, is that rumor true?"
"What rumor?"
The man asked.
Fang Hong then realized, that tall man was actually the young Mazak.
He looked carefully, only to find that the broad forehead and square face of the other person did resemble Mazak to so extent.
As the two continued forward, Lady Misu continued: "Regarding the Dragon's Golden Eyes, it is not in Lord Yoshude's tomb. Rumor has it that it was never there, that Sir Haggston took it away back then—"
"I heard that Mr. Kalatu insisted on destroying the Dragon's Golden Eyes back in the day, but Lord Yoshude did not adopt this suggestion. So the two parted ways in their later years because of it..."
"And I also heard... that Mr. Kalatu's death was related to this."
The man silently turned back: "These are just rumors, our ancestor Yoshude would never leave the Dragon's Golden Eyes for selfish gain."
He paused: "Do you believe the outside claims that he coveted the power of the Dragon's Golden Eyes?"
"And how many outsiders understand that the PDragon's Power is the root of our clan's tragedy."
Misu nodded and fell silent.
"But the power of the Dragon Horn is reviving," she whispered, "Nikopolas will definitely return, and we must find the Dragon's Golden Eyes which is still sowhere."
"You're right, Misu," Mazak replied, "This is indeed the destiny of us Oathkeepers."
As he spoke, he stopped.
Then he looked up at this rust-stained underground prison. He sighed and said: "The tragic disaster that happened here many years ago must not play out again."
"So I'm planning to head to Tarun, brother," Misu replied, "Dolifen is Sir Haggston's territory, regardless of whether the rumors are true, we must go there and see."
Mazak nodded.
"The Dragon's Golden Eyes is the Golden Star Fire, the power contained within the pupil of the Dark Giant Dragon," Misu said, "but I heard it was forged into a ring early on."
"About that ring, brother," she turned back and asked: "Do you know anything about it?"
Mazak pondered for a mont: "There is such a record in the family docunts, but I don't know much about that ring."
"Oh?" Misu asked again: "What kind of record is it?"
"The records are vast and mostly insignificant," Mazak replied, "regarding the ring, it is ntioned only in a few words."
"The outside rumors say that the ring was forged by Lord Yoshude and Mr. Kalatu, to seal the power of the Dragon's Golden Eyes?"
"That is not so, neither in Lord Kalatu's nor ancestor Yoshude's recall is there ntion of such a thing."
"What about the end of everything?"
Mazak paused, stopping to look at his sister.
"You're too hasty, Misu," Mazak replied, "Before the Light's Crown surfaces, one cannot casually speak of that day's arrival."
Misu gently laughed.
"Of course I understand that point, brother, rest assured."
"I will return soon — the matter of the Dragon's Land relocating to Istani, I also hope to be of so help."
"The current King of Sand is really a remarkable person, I heard he has a wise and valiant son, Barbaltan, who is also renowned in Istania."
"Indeed, the tiger fathers no dog son."
The two conversed to themselves, passing through Fang Hong and Atira like a phantom.
Fang Hong held the Ring of Golden Fla, instinctively turned around, only to see the figures of the two dissipate like sand in the wind into the darkness.
The black prison instantly fell silent.
As if the previous dialogue was rely a temporary echo of ti.
Fang Hong looked at the warm Ring of Golden Fla in his hand, a term involuntarily floated up in his heart — Dragon's Bloodline.
The place the Golden Star Fire resides, even the actions of those with Dragon Bloodline were reflected and hovered here.
He looked at Atira, the Elf Miss, clearly had not missed the scene before.
Both of them understood in their hearts that this should be sothing that happened before the Dolifen incident, which was over thirty years ago in Idus.
Only the reflections of Misu and Mazak had disappeared, Fang Hong could not help but look forward, faintly feeling that he might have already found this place.
All the truth lies ahead.
He took a deep breath, ready to continue forward.
But it was at this mont that he heard rustling footsteps, slowly approaching from ahead.
Fang Hong instinctively clenched the ring in his hand, frowning as he looked ahead. He had thought he would see related persons like Eve, Yoshude, Kalatu, or even Dolifen.
But what appeared in his vision was a wanderer cloaked in a long cloak.
The wanderer looked weathered, holding in one hand a long sword wrapped in cloth strips, and in the other hand leading a barefoot, ragged little girl.
At the mont Fang Hong saw the wanderer, he almost thought he was mistaken.
If not for the certainty that this was a character within a phantom, he nearly thought he saw Colin Ishurian, the current Pri Minister.
But upon closer inspection, he realized he was wrong. The current Pri Minister looks much younger than this man.
Moreover, this man might not be a character from this current era.
He turned his gaze to the side.
Then he involuntarily stopped.
That ragged little girl, her features faintly resembling Eve's — he couldn't help but be slightly startled. But wasn't Eve the Dragon's Witch?
She was born in the Dragon's Land, having hardly left this desert after birth, so when did this scene take place?
He silently watched.
The wanderer and the little girl, step by step, walked towards this direction.
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