Chrysalis

Chapter 1299

[You’ve hinted that there are deep and powerful secrets or whatever. Things that Granin and his fellow worm-enthusiasts don’t want to tell me. Is that a fair statement?]

[A serviceable summation,] the ka’armodo nods. [The followers of Yarrum are more… conservative when it comes to spreading certain truths. Those of my order are known to be more open.]

[Hence the name, I suppose.]

[Yes, the Red Truth, granted to the founder of my cult by the Demon God himself, thousands of years ago during the cataclysm.]

[So… all of the various cults are aware of this secret?]

[To some extent. As I said, some of the cults are more cautious, only sharing the knowledge with a few within the inner circle. It is possible your friend Granin does not even know what I am about to tell you.]

Ancient knowledge that Granin doesn’t possess? I suppose I never even considered the possibility that not all cultists are equally informed. Obviously, I’m going to have to run all of this back past the big rockhead the next time I see him, but for now I’m keen to get some answers, finally.

[Well, I suppose I have two main questions. First, why the heck the Ancients are so keen to get another member of the club. Second, who specifically is responsible for the Call. I want to take a bite out of them.]

The setsulah, Ammon’sil, doesn’t respond well to my casual threats against the Ancients.

[You had best show some res—]

Rassan’tep snorts, and the robed servant freezes on the spot.

Anthony. I will speak to my setsulah about proper conduct at

wave a little

hard on the guy. The Ancients are essentially gods to you, right? I probably shouldn’t run my mouth so much. I’m just not all that happy about having the Call

to bite whoever

us, and if we seek to push you up to that high seat, then you too are worthy of a measure of respect. For you to threaten or insult them is different than if I

sending his jewellery rattling. Once he settles, the servants around him move quickly to ensure all of the tapestries, rugs and jewellery hanging off him are

only one of them

this tale on Amazon, know

…

Huh. Just like that?

they call him

the Dungeon, though nobody else shares that particular

kind. Unless he’s an

[No.]

Then screw that guy.

able to send his awareness spiralling through the Dungeon, using the veins of mana that touch every rock, every pebble and every grain of sand to observe monsters, no matter where they

involved, because as far as I am aware,

I doubt it. If anything, he’s probably latching onto monsters who are stronger than those around them, or something along those lines. I refuse to believe one

fairly painless.

dangerous knowledge. Are you

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