Last Totem Novel - Chapter 164
Chapter 164 Seal
The night sky was filled with stars. Occasionally, a streak of light flashed past and flew into the distance.
The night in Tieshan Town was as calm as ever. A dry breeze blew across the streets, bringing with it the coldness of early autumn and the signal of harsh winter. Tie Shan Town’s vagrants gathered at the end of the street in twos and threes, some playing poker under the orange streetlights, some sitting at the edge of the sidewalk to enjoy the cool; Some wiped away all kinds of parts to prepare for tomorrow’s stall business, some toyed with newspapers and blankets, laying their own nest; Some of them curled up in the corner, reading the tattered books with faint kerosene lamps …
“Boom boom boom boom boom!”
At this moment, the roar of an engine came from far to near, breaking the silence of the block. A few seconds later, the dazzling headlights lit up the entire street. The vagrants put down what they were doing and looked up vigilantly.
In his line of sight, a dark green, iron-wrapped truck was rapidly approaching. The heavy body jolted slightly like a ferocious steel beast that had barged into the block. It roared past with an imposing aura that crushed everything and billowing thick smoke. After the big truck, there was only a pungent smell of exhaust gas and a wave of curses.
“F*ck, so it’s a messenger.” “This bunch of birdmen are keeping people from sleeping.” “Stupid. Driving so fast in the middle of the night, you’re not afraid of bumping into someone.” “If Eldest Sister was still here, she would definitely not let them enter the town at night.” “You really deserve to be beaten up. Next time, I’ll strip off the driver and give him a good beating.” ‘”Hahaha, this is good, this is good.”
Just as the vagrants were cursing, the truck drove all the way through the southern gate of Tieshan Town, heading towards Silver City 13 …
Half an hour later, the truck arrived at a military base along the gravel road and stopped in front of the welded steel door. The driver got off the car and shouted to the guard, “Big brother, there’s a letter.”
“What letter was it in the middle of the night?” The guard stepped forward and asked.
“In addition to the two boxes of ordinary letters, there is also a letter on it.” The driver rubbed his hands and carefully replied.
“Up there? Which one?” The guard’s expression changed as he hurriedly asked.
“One East Street, Leylin Clan, Lord Morton’s letter.” The driver nodded and bowed.
“Quick, bring it over immediately.” The guard stretched out his hand and picked up the walkie-talkie to report the situation. The driver hurriedly ran back to the car and took out a letter sealed in red wax and handed it to the guards.
Not long after, the door opened, and two garrisons and a young officer in a lieutenant uniform hurriedly rushed out. The guard hurriedly greeted him and handed the letter over with both hands. The young officer took it from the guard and carefully packed it in his suitcase. He then jumped onto the jeep in front of the base and sped towards Silver City 13.
A moment later, the jeep arrived at the ground transfer station of Silver City 13. The young officer did not stop for a moment. He quickly got off the car and walked into the transfer station. He found the person on duty and handed over his suitcase to explain his purpose.
The person on duty took the suitcase and immediately turned around to leave the room. He boarded the airship and arrived at the checkpoint of Silver City No. 13.
“Lei Ling Clan, Lord Morton’s letter.” Said the officer on duty as he handed the suitcase to the guard at the checkpoint. The latter took the suitcase and immediately turned around to leave the checkpoint. He got on a portable electric car and headed towards East Street.
Twenty minutes later, the guards at the checkpoint arrived in front of an ancient and luxurious European-style mansion. The guards at the checkpoint explained their intentions to the guards wearing the second-generation psionic power armor. The guards immediately notified the butler.
A moment later, an old butler in his fifties wearing a black tuxedo brought a maid to the door. He took the suitcase and thanked the guards at the checkpoint. Then he instructed the maid to bring the latter to the side hall for coffee and a tip for delivering the letter.
The guard bowed to the old butler and followed the maid to the side of the mansion. As for the old butler, he carried the suitcase along the path made of flowery stones, passed through the colorful stone fountain, and walked into the main entrance of the large house. Then, he walked up the oak-shaped Ya-shaped staircase on a thick crimson carpet and came to a wooden arched door that was two people tall. He lightly rang the bronze bell on the door frame.
“Master, your letter.” “Come in.” After receiving the agreement, the old butler opened a crack in the door and walked into the room sideways.
The room was paved with dark red, yellow and white carpets. Standing at the door and looking left and right, the four walls of the room were filled with mahogany bookcases, and there were handicrafts, pottery, and some unknown antiques in every corner. In the middle of the room was a bronze globe. Behind the globe was a large, thick desk.
At this moment, an old man with gray hair and a dignified face was sitting at his desk. The old man’s face looked a little pale, and his body was slightly bent. He was the current head of the Leylin Clan, Leylin Morton.
Morton was already in his nineties this year, and he had already entered the ranks of Saints for sixteen years. Originally, people who had stepped into the Saint realm would have their lifespans prolonged to 200 to 500 years, but at this moment, Morton looked exceptionally old. On the one hand, he was almost eighty years old when he stepped into the Saint Stage. Psionic Ability could only slow down the rate of aging, not rejuvenate, so the effect of prolonging his lifespan was not significant on him. On the other hand, half a year ago, he was seriously injured by Lena Euclid, who came looking for him. Now, his blood vessels were filled with large amounts of blood and restless psionic energy. He could no longer suppress his injuries, if he could not remove the hidden injuries from his body. Not only would he lose the power of a Saint, he would also die soon.
Over the past six months, he had often sighed, feeling that the passage of time was unfavorable and his luck was too bad. He never imagined that there was a dragonizer hiding in this remote area of the poor mountain. If he had known earlier, he would have served him kindly, and would not have caused such a disaster. But now, he could only knock his teeth out and swallow them in his stomach. He could only blame himself for not being able to discipline them properly. His great-grandson had played with a woman on the ground and was killed by the enemy. Forget about losing face, and even provoked such a great fiend, almost cutting off their Lei Ling Clan’s path of survival.
At that time, if it weren’t for the other three Saint Ranks of Silver City working together to protect him, the Lei Ling Clan would probably have been erased from the map. Not only was that dragonizer so powerful that it was hard to estimate, he was also completely unreasonable, unable to communicate, unable to negotiate …
Just as Leylin Morton was feeling frustrated and worried, the butler opened his suitcase and revealed the letter inside. As he looked at the letter, his eyes immediately shone with a strange light.
He sighed deeply, took out the letter and looked at the red wax seal. “Sigh … Finally … I’ve waited … I’m saved … I’m saved …” His gaze gradually dimmed, and his expression faded, looking a little dull.
The mark was a wolf head that bit three swords. The lines were very simple, and a few strokes could depict the wolf’s expression to life. If it was an ordinary person, they would definitely not be able to understand this imprint, but in front of those old antiques in the Temple, they would definitely stand up in fear.
“The Vast Expanse Sword, Northses.”
Not long after, Leylin Morton came to his senses, stood up with the letter and said to the old butler, “Prepare the car.” The old butler bowed and left the room.
A few minutes later, a seven or eight meter long car stopped in front of the Lei Ling Clan’s mansion. Morton walked out of the door with the letter in his hand and got into the car.
“Wolf Fang Prison.” “Yes, sir.”
The sedan started moving and slowly walked along the path of flowers and stones in front of the mansion. A few minutes later, the limousine drove out of the residential area and onto the wide asphalt highway. The roads in Silver City were very smooth and clean. There were low trees and colorful flowers planted on both sides of the road. Under the bright street lamps, they were full of vitality and green.
An hour later, the limousine drove out of the road and into a gloomy two-way driveway. There were no street lamps, no flowers, and high walls on both sides of the road. After traveling for about two thousand meters, the entrance to the gate suddenly opened up. It was a semi-arcuate entrance.
The guard stepped forward and asked. Morton pressed down the window and looked at the guard. The latter immediately straightened his body and saluted, then waved his hand at the sentry post.
The heavy door slowly parted and the limousine drove in. Half a minute later, the car stopped in front of a black stone castle. Without waiting for the driver to open the door, Morton got out of the car and strode into the castle hall with the letter in his hand.
The Warden came out and saluted Morton. The latter raised his hand without saying a word, indicating for him to lead the way. The Warden nodded and led Morton deeper into the castle.
After walking down the winding stone stairs for a few minutes, the two of them arrived at an iron fence. The warden made a gesture, and the guards inside the fence immediately took out their keys and opened the iron door. The two continued forward, following the narrow passageway to the next sentry post. Just like that, they passed through three sentries and arrived at a cell.
Morton extended his hand to the Warden. The latter took off the key from his waist knowingly, put both of his hands in Morton’s hands, bowed, and turned around to leave. When the Warden was far away, Morton picked up the key, opened the cell door, and walked in.
The cell, which was about 20 square metres, was cleanly furnished, with a single bed at the corner and a bookcase at the bedside, in front of which was a small round table and two armchairs. On the table was a decent vintage sea demon wine, a heart-shaped bottle of Saint Augustman Roja’s brandy, an exquisite high-foot glass and a small low-foot glass.
At this moment, a tall old man was sitting on a chair at the round table with his back facing the door. He was concentrating on reading the book in his hand, as if he hadn’t noticed anyone coming in. From behind, the old man had a head of white hair. His hair was very long and messy, casually draped over his broad shoulders. He is so sturdy that his back chair looks tiny. One couldn’t help but worry whether this small chair could carry his weight.
From the side, the old man wore thick shackles on both his hands and feet. The shackles emitted a faint purple light, which could be seen by a knowledgeable person. This was a faint light emitted by the “super-density alloy”. This was the toughest metal in the world. It required a certain proportion of refined gold, secret silver, and black profound iron to be mixed into high-quality molten iron. Only after being smelted at tens of thousands of degrees would it be able to take shape.
“Old classmate, Old Morton has come to see you.” Morton squeezed out a smile and said flatteringly.
The old man seemed to be somewhat deaf. He did not hear the words of the person and continued to read the book in his hand. He did not move a single bit. Morton frowned, turned around and rolled his eyes at the door, cursing in his heart, “Old fox, old fox!” When he turned around again, he put on a smile and said kindly, “Old classmate, Old Morton has come to drink with you.”
“Oh” The old man raised his head, looked at Morton blankly, and then lowered his head to continue reading.
“As for you, old classmate?” Morton asked patiently.
The old man raised his head again and gently waved his hand, signaling Morton to come over. The latter stretched his neck and leaned over. At this moment, the old man suddenly shouted, causing Morton to feel dizzy and sit on the ground. Then, the old man stood up and looked at Morton, who was sitting on the ground with a gloomy expression. He immediately burst into laughter.