Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 704 194: Historical Node, Weeping Angel_3

"Let me think, let me think... Oh, last month, I did see something scary, where was it, somewhere in this city." The little girl's soft eyebrows slightly knitted, forming two small hills, adding an unintentional seriousness and focus to her innocent face.

"This way! Follow me!"

Suddenly.

The little girl seemed to remember something as she directly reached out her white hand to grab Ian's clothes, eagerly pulling Ian to walk towards the city below the temple.

"Huh?"

Ian was somewhat confused.

He originally wanted to guide the little girl to "peek" at the volcanic eruption.

Unexpectedly.

What did she remember?

"God, I still don't know your name." The little girl's steps were light, her hand always pulling on Ian's robe sleeve, curiously looking back to ask.

"Just call me Supreme Mage, the title of God is not appropriate." Ian wasn't sure if he should leave his name, heaven knows if there's any magic in this era to curse others with names.

Even though the little girl seemed harmless, what if other wizards heard the name? For instance, that group of priests earlier. Ian thought if they had a way, they certainly wouldn't hesitate to curse him.

"Supreme Mage?"

The little girl looked surprised.

"Yes, Supreme Mage, let me think whether I should be called The Ancient One or Medivh, the former fits a bit more, the latter... might bear consequences, my eyelids are already twitching." Ian was genuinely considering.

Even though he was speaking in Old English, the little girl, unlike Aurora, could not follow the thoughts of the Little Wizard, so she couldn't quite grasp what Ian was trying to convey.

"I still think you should be called God, I've called you that since I was little." The little girl ultimately did not change her address, her steps were light, and her tone was joyful as she led Ian toward the city. Sunlight poured through the semi-covered dome above the temple steps, draping both the little girl and Ian in a layer of golden gauze.

The Dream Guardian Queen in this ancient temple was too young.

Perhaps due to the restriction of education and the temple's fear of "Gods," she was unaware of the meaning of the deity she guarded, so her demeanor lacked reverence.

Regarding this.

Ian adapted very well.

He knew.

Perhaps.

The way the little girl viewed him now was like seeing a "friend" she had watched over for years, with every day of her life related to him, and now finally being able to communicate and interact. Because of this, after her initial panic and terror, the emotions she emitted during this period were of excitement and thrill.

"I haven't asked your name yet."

Ian's [Thought Perception] was very clear.

He could see the loneliness within the little girl, perhaps all the "nuns" who dedicate their lives to Gods are like this, but ultimately he could offer this newly acquainted girl a bit of care before the apocalypse.

"Cassandra, my name is Cassandra. This name was given to me by the previous Dream Guardian Queen, without a surname. It's said to come from a very powerful prophet many years ago."

The little girl enthusiastically responded to Ian's question.

"Yes, indeed, it's the name of a great prophet from Ancient Greece." Ian was somewhat surprised, but did not think much of it, naming after historical figures has always been a norm.

"I know Greece, it refers to the southern Balkan Peninsula, Aegean Islands, and the coast of Anatolia. Our literature, technology, and art all started from that place."

"The Greeks had profound achievements in philosophy, thought, poetry, architecture, science, literature, drama, and magic, but regrettably, they have been extinct for nearly 200 years."

As the little girl walked, she demonstrated her erudition. Her remorse made Ian silent—if nothing unexpected happens, this city too would soon become a lamented lost civilization.

"There are still many brilliant civilizations in the world today, perhaps you should go out and see." Ian finally felt compassion and wanted to save as many people as he could.

"If I go out, I can't sing for you anymore, I still love to sing for you." The little girl didn't understand Ian's deep meaning, weighing her options before shaking her head.

"You could still sing to me if you go to other places."

Other than today, Ian hasn't really had many opportunities to hear songs.

"But the ritual needs to be set up every seven days, gathering those things isn't easy, it's the High Priest..." The little girl began explaining to Ian how cumbersome the operation of the temple was.

Their figures slowly disappeared into the distance.

Within the temple.

In a secluded corner.

A group of people dressed in a priest's robe had been secretly watching their backs.

"We need to bring the Dream Guardian Queen back!"

One priest spoke hastily.

"Yes! And that blasphemer! He... he actually destroyed the body of the God! Oh my! We are surely going to be punished by the Gods for this!"

Another priest looked in fear at the High Priest with a face full of magic runes.

"Silence!"

The High Priest's expression was very complex.

He scolded the restless other priests.

"There's no body of God on the altar! There was only ever supposed to be a chair in the God's chamber!" The High Priest's voice trembled with a sense of being still shaken.

"What!"