Chapter 156: The Blood of the Sages Hapa Charathu.
Originally an ordinary fire-worshipping boy, he played carefree like his companions, living happily in that small city that was not very prosperous, and his greatest hobby was exploring the labyrinthine underground waterways of the city.
Like every boy of his age, Harper built himself a secret nest in the underground tunnel, but Harper never told anyone that the nest that made him complacent was a real secret room, that secret room in the waterway was discovered by Harper during an expedition a few years ago, and that the stone house that required the touch of a mechanism to open was built in the waterway that Harper only knew a few years later.
Most people in this world are illiterate, and the fire-worshipping teenagers have no learning tasks other than memorizing a scripture about praying to the holy fire, although the products of the fire-worshipping clan cannot be compared with the northern three collars, but it also makes the fire-worshipping clan's more than 10 million people worry-free about food and clothing, so the fire-worshipping men hardly engage in any labor except practicing swordsmanship and praying.
Of course, the hard work of reading and reading is naturally not within the scope of interest of the fire-worshipping youth.
In fact, Harper doesn't like to read, but curiosity is like a naughty cat, every time he sees the words and pictures carved on the walls of the secret room, Harper wants to know what those things mean, so after finding the secret room for a year, Harper finally mustered up the courage to ask his father to learn words, for this strange request of his son, Harpa's father finally agreed after thinking about it, the Zarathu family is not rich, but if the child really learns to write, In the future, maybe I can go to Zoroastria to be a small official in charge of managing copywriting, even if it is not good to help those noble lords talk about business with those profiteers from the north, at least in the future, when Hapa marries a wife and has children, he will have a more decent life.
Thinking of this, Hapa's father paid for a teacher who lived in the city, and this old priest who had traveled to the Northland not only wrote a good fire worship script, but also could barely communicate with the Northlanders in the lingua franca of mankind.
Harper spent the next few years learning the language of fire worship under the old man, but soon Harper discovered that the words written on the walls of the chamber were not fire worship, but the lingua franca of mankind, and in the subsequent study Harpa finally learned what was written on the walls, but those contents disappointed Harpa.
After the death of the ancient sage, his descendants led the fire worshippers to build a city here, and this secret room is the place where the city builders made the citizens to flee in an emergency, and there are many such places in the underground waterways, in addition to these, all that remains on the walls are some poems and murals that praise the great sages of the ancient sages in the lingua franca of mankind, and the ancient sages drive the unquenchable flame to illuminate the dark world, and destroy the demonic beasts of this land with silver swords, In the end, the sage used a golden key to block the erosion of the desert, so that the Longmian Desert could not advance half a step.
Harpa had no interest in these things at all, and there were no shocking secrets hidden in the stone chamber, and there were no secret treasures that would only appear in the fantasies of young people.
As he grew older, Harpa went to the stone chamber less and less, and he began to learn swordsmanship like a normal boy and chase girls who were as beautiful as black pearls at the bottom of the sea.
But one evening, his life was reversed, and the Sand people, who were usually just petty thieves and lone pedestrians, suddenly appeared in large numbers, killing all living beings, and then biting them to pieces, and Harpa also picked up his knife and prepared to fight the damned beasts to the death, but his father pushed him into the well.
"My child, you are the last blood of the Zarathus, and the sacred blood of the Zarathus should not be cut off here."
Harpa's father said to Harpa, who was standing at the bottom of the well, a little helpless.
"So run away, only alive will you have the day when you can avenge us."
Harpa can never forget his father's last smile, he only thought of his father's last words in his mind for the first time, until the second half of the night, Harpa finally couldn't bear the inner torment and crawled out of the secret room, and then he was found by the executioner's soldiers, and brought to the ground, except for the traces of the fight and the bloodstains on the ground, everyone's bodies have disappeared, Hapa, who had seen those Sand people fighting and devouring corpses while fighting, immediately understood where his family and companions had gone, Fortunately, one of the mages brought by the executioner this time was good at psychic spells, and with the help of psychic spells and long sleep, Harpa managed to survive the brink of mental breakdown, and then he was taken to Zoroastria as a witness to meet with the Grand Leader of the Fire Worshippers, Duke Adra.
The Duke of Adela did not have any affection for a life stealer, even if the other party was only a boy under the age of sixteen, and after casually asking the servant to give the boy a job as a handyman, Harpa was taken to the Duke's mansion to become a handyman in charge of carrying things.
No one liked a cowardly life stealer, especially if he was a man, and in the Zoroastrian mind, this mark of shame would stay with the boy for the rest of his life, so Harpa's assignment in the Duke's Mansion was the dirtiest and most exhausting, and not only that, but he was also ridiculed and teased by his well-dressed peers who served the big guys.
Hapa, who had never suffered this kind of pain, finally decided to flee after a week, and as an insignificant servant, Harpa's escape was unexpectedly smooth, and even the news of his escape was easily suppressed by the deputy steward in charge of the servants without even being notified to the steward.
There was no imaginary pursuit, Hapa escaped from the Duke's Palace and began to wander the streets, wandering is not much stronger than being oppressed in the mansion, but fortunately, there are many fruit trees that bear fruit in all seasons by the roads of Zoroastria, although Hapa is ragged and dusty, but he is not plagued by hunger, and Hapa, who wanders in the dirty civilian area all day, is now very confused.
"Abba once said that I am the last bloodline of the Zarathus, and I have the blood of the sages in my body, although there were many people in the whole city who had such bloodlines, but now I may be the only one left, but how can I avenge Abba, the blood of the sages?
The blood of a sage is not as useful as a scimitar.
Harpa, like a beggar, sat in the shadows under the walls and muttered to himself.
There was a sound of footsteps, and a man with black hair and white skin, and a female warrior with the same white skin and beautiful long ice blue hair walked up from the corner of the street.
"There's no one around here, let's try the power of this thing."
The dark-haired man said to the woman in the lingua franca of humanity.
"Okay."
After the woman finished speaking, she immediately released a powerful fighting spirit attack at the man.
Hapa, who was hiding in a nearby garbage heap, suddenly noticed that the image seemed a little familiar after seeing the powerful attack easily blocked by the man with a golden light.
"The Golden Key of the Sages!!"
A certain image came from the depths of his memory, and Harpa suddenly remembered that this scene was exactly the same as the scene drawn in the secret room when the sage protected his people.
Excited, Harpa rushed forward and grabbed the black-haired man's clothes, and wanted to ask the other party to help him take revenge in some incoherent words, but Harpa's human lingua franca could only be read and not spoken, and he could only say a few words without a practice object, when Harpa tried to say the golden key in the lingua franca, the black-haired man's face suddenly changed, and the man couldn't help but slash Hapa's neck, and Harpa was unwilling to pass out.
"What should I do?"
When Luna asked Zhao Yannian, she had already drawn the long sword she had just withdrawn from its scabbard.
"Don't kill him, I was too careless just now, and then let the shadow they secretly send this kid onto the airship, I'm afraid that no one will notice his appearance even if he disappears, and if this kid really knows something terrible, I will tamper with his memory."
Zhao Yannian shook his head to stop Luna's movements, and then used the radio summon to Shadow to hand over the filthy teenager to Shadow.
The shadow who followed Zhao Yannian's actions now has a large number of equipment owned by modern agents in his hands, from bugs to various potions, and naturally there is a way to keep Harpa quietly transported to the Rodnik Territory, which is thousands of miles away.
A few days later, when Zhao Yannian was taken back to the territory by Shelley with his subordinates who had recovered from his injuries, Hapa slowly woke up in the basement of the lord's mansion.
"What have you done to me?
Why can I speak Northteric.
Harpa, after the initial panic of waking up, found himself in a new outfit, and although he was in a strange place, the dark-haired man opposite him didn't seem to have any intention of tying him up or killing him.
"It's just a little magic, it can make us communicate better."
Zhao Yannian replied sitting on the edge of Hapa's bed with a teacup.
"You're a magician?
Can you lend me the key of the sage, I want to use it to seek revenge on the Sand Clan.
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At this time, Harpa also remembered the reason why he pestered Zhao Yannian before, if he could get the treasure of the sage, maybe he would be able to avenge Abba and the people in the city.
"Unfortunately, that key has been broken."
Zhao Yannian shrugged with some regret.
"Impossible, I saw you using the key, it must be the key of the sage, the key that can protect the people of fire worship!"
Harpa said with some emotion.
"I'm telling the truth, I'm able to use that power for another reason, but if you can tell you where you came from and what you know, then maybe I can help you make that happen."
Zhao Yannian's words undoubtedly brought a new glimmer of hope to Harpa, who was already desperate.