Chapter 1593: Muddled Accounts, The Death of Bulin

Not long after Iolum contacted him, Buluode's Sending also arrived. In the message, Buluode first expressed his apologies to Xia Duo for his aggressive approach, and then guaranteed that he would do his utmost to introduce population to Nan Jing.

As for why he applied for fifty thousand people at once, the reason Buluode gave was—with a Portal, the more people, the better.

The mention of a Portal was brought up when Xia Duo and Buluode were discussing the introduction of the population, saying that a Portal connecting to Daxia Territory would be built in Buluode's Territory to facilitate the transfer of the population.

But that still couldn't be a reason for him to be so reckless!

And now, Buluode's apology seemed so sincere, which also fit the consistent persona Buluode had in Xia Duo's impression in the past.

For a moment, Xia Duo found it hard to tell whether the other party had done it on purpose or if it was truly an unintentional mistake, and yet this was a question that could not be investigated deeply.

"A muddled account!"

Regardless of the initial reason, the matter had already happened, and the attitudes of all parties were clear, so one could only look forward.

Xia Duo forgave Buluode quite readily and invited him to visit Nan Jing when he had time, but in his heart, he dismissed the plan to outsource part of the Floating City design to him.

……

After the storm passed, Xia Duo continued to sit securely in the Tower of Time. For the time being, he had won the favor of time; provided that no major changes occurred in the outside world, maintaining the status quo was in his best interest.

But on the other side, in Evereska, a certain Elf in a hidden private residence in the High Street community was not as calm as Xia Duo.

Having just returned from the latest round of gatherings of the Faluo Organization, Xierdalanna pondered the increasingly frequent organization gatherings during this period, and her thoughts on Faluo's pursuit of true transnational independence for the organization became increasingly clear.

Although she was very dissatisfied with the fact that Faluo had once humiliated her, once it involved interests, she was not so blind that she couldn't see the benefits of the organization truly becoming independent for her.

Just as she was thinking about how to cut a small slice of cake for herself from this matter, the blue Gemstone hanging on a rainbow-colored cord bracelet on her right wrist suddenly became scorching hot, accompanied by a flashing scarlet light.

Xierdalanna's expression changed drastically. She didn't even care about exposing her identity within the Mythallar and actually cast a Teleportation Spell right there in the hidden private residence.

Yierlan, Moonhorn Family.

After several transfers, the moment Xierdalanna appeared, she caused a group of family guards to act as if facing a great enemy, but upon seeing it was Xierdalanna, all the Elves breathed a sigh of relief.

But for the furious and anxious Xierdalanna, this was only the beginning. She ran frantically toward the Spring Dew Courtyard where her father was, while constantly repeating in her heart a prayer she had long forgotten.

"Brother Bulin, you must not be hurt!"

After arriving at her destination, Xierdalanna looked around, and sure enough, she did not see Bulin's figure; her premonition of something bad grew even stronger.

At this moment, the Moonhorn Patriarch heard the commotion and walked out from the inner chamber. Looking at his daughter, whom he had always been proud of, acting so out of character, he felt both disappointed and deeply pained, which eventually turned into a sigh:

"Xier, you must be mentally prepared!"

Hearing her father's words, Xierdalanna almost fainted. She asked tremblingly, "How is Brother Bulin?"

In fact, before Xierdalanna returned, she already had a premonition of what had happened. That blue Gemstone ornament actually corresponded to Bulin's life state; the red color meant it was almost irreversible.

It was just that she was unwilling to believe that it was the truth. At this moment, how she wished her father could give her a different answer!

"Bulin suddenly appeared in the family secret chamber not long ago, and only had time to leave half a line of text on the ground before, before—"

The Moonhorn Patriarch seemed unable to bear saying the rest, and Xierdalanna did not press him; she also could not bear to ask. Just thinking that Bulin had met with disaster entirely because of her mission made her heart feel as if it were being twisted by a knife.

Enduring her grief, Xierdalanna said to her father, "Take me to see him one last time!"

"Sigh—follow me!"

Led by the Moonhorn Patriarch, Xierdalanna soon arrived outside the secret chamber.

At this time, outside the secret chamber, in addition to the daily guards, several family Elders were gathered, one of whom was a high-level Mage just like Xierdalanna.

Seeing the Patriarch and his daughter arrive, everyone thought of the rumor and couldn't help but clear a path. Even as elders, and even as fellow high-level Mages, they did not want to court disaster at this time.

As soon as Xierdalanna walked into the secret chamber, she saw a pile of clothes soaked in blood on the Teleportation Array in the center of the room, which continued to emit a strange and powerful aura of a curse.

The clothes were exactly what Bulin had been wearing when he left. Xierdalanna clearly remembered that day, because she had willfully transferred Brother Bulin from her father's side to her own, which had made Brother Bulin a bit angry.

If she had known about today, she would never have done such a thing. But now, regret was already too late; all she could do was avenge Brother Bulin.

Thinking of this, Xierdalanna continued to endure her grief, carefully examining Bulin's only remaining belongings and the information he had left behind.

"The curse is a very common bloodline curse, but it was definitely at the hands of a high-level Mage, and this information—'Inspiration'?"

The last words Bulin left were written with his finger dipped in blood, and they also emitted a distinct aura of a curse, but he had been killed by the curse before he could leave complete information.

The second half of the text on the ground was soaked in blood. Xierdalanna could barely distinguish the outlines of a few words; more specifically, she would have to wait until the curse was cleared to ask the family's scouts, who were proficient in trace Identify, to examine it in detail.

But combined with the first half of the text, Xierdalanna had already roughly guessed what information Bulin wanted to leave behind, which made her blame herself even more.

Seeming to have thought of something, Xierdalanna hurriedly walked out of the secret chamber. The several Elders who were whispering to the Patriarch outside immediately fell silent upon hearing the movement.

But Xierdalanna could not care about them at this time; instead, she looked at her father, "Father, I am going to the A Fanduo Homeland. Please help handle things here."

"Go to the A Fanduo Homeland?"

Hearing this, the Moonhorn Patriarch's expression changed slightly. After an Elf dies, they can indeed go to the A Fanduo Homeland to continue living; this mainly depends on the deceased's own wishes. Under normal circumstances, no one would refuse, but the premise is that the Soul is intact.

Before Xierdalanna returned, the Moonhorn Patriarch had learned from the Elders that Bulin's Soul had likely already been annihilated. Furthermore, even if he went to the A Fanduo Homeland, without the help of the main god, he would be unable to recover his memories from before his death.

Under normal circumstances, the main god did indeed have a promise to restore memories free of charge for Elves who could not recover them on their own, but now, the relationship between Yierlan and Keman is somewhat sensitive.

The main god has always favored Keman; whether he would still continue to help for free now, and whether the Moonhorn Family in the Mortal Plane would need to pay some price, was another unknown.