Chapter 684: Painful Heir

The architectural style of the Iranian magic world is largely derived from the ancient aggressive cottage empire, Persia, which is undoubtedly the most prosperous period for local wizards.
Because of this, in the area where the Iranian wizards lived, many traces of styles from ancient Egypt, ancient Greece and even Babylon were still visible.
Of course, it was actually the Persian wizards who were too intrusive in Muggle's political and military forces at the time, which thoroughly stirred the dissatisfaction of the wizards in the surrounding countries, and eventually led to the overlapping of the Persian empires that almost died out day and night.
Although they treat Muggle subjects, they are not as cruel as people think.
Anyway, that's a thing of the past, and what happened in that year, no one can tell clearly.
If you want to evaluate the Iranian magic world today, after all, you still have to look at it.
For example, at this time Maca they are going to be the largest pure wizarding area in Iranian magic. On the east side of the street, which is full of earthen stone pillars, round spires, and various wall reliefs, a temple temple with a typical Greek style is quite noticeable.
The Iranian magic world is one of the few in the world of magic that still exists in church organizations.
However, unlike Muggles, just like the Druids that prevailed in the magical world, wizard churches do not have so-called beliefs, and some only worship ancestors or nature.
At this moment, in the deepest part of the palace surrounded by striped stone pillars, a blighted old man wearing a gray-white robe and a crown-handled staff is sitting on a white carved stone platform, slightly closed. His eyes were motionless. If it weren't for his chest still undulating, I'm afraid anyone would think he was dead.
On the left and right sides of the Shitai, more than a dozen wizards in uniforms stood up, no one was silent.
Further out are the outsiders gathered in this temple. Half of them are Indian wizards with turbans and red dots on their brows, while the rest are mostly small groups of people from different countries.
At this moment, the hall was very dim. Only a few braziers on the pillars were burning with flames, and the flickering flames blurred the people in the hall.
But even though so many wizards have gathered here, even if they are basically people who have never met, none of them have spoken from beginning to end. They were all silent, like those believers at the deepest part of the hall, seemingly waiting for something.
Suddenly, the notes of fire in the brazier jumped together, causing everyone in the hall to raise their heads. In the murky darkness, nearly two hundred pairs of eyes set their sights on the deepest part of the hall.
"……cough."
On the carved stone platform, the old man coughed suddenly, causing him to tremble. At the next moment, those flames bounced again, as if something was pulling them at the same time.
It was at this instant that the old half-closed eyes slowly opened.
"Sin ... sin is pervading ... many great sins are here ... finding the key ... opening the door ... finding ... the key ..."
The eyes were erratic, the voice was hoarse and twisted, but no one dared to ignore the intermittent words.
Yes, even Maca, who was standing in the shadow outside the temple door, was listening intently, not wanting to miss a word. He was glad that the prophecy was spoken in Old Persian, the standard phonetic notation of Sumerian cuneiform. If he used Persian, which is popular in modern Iranian people, he would not understand a word ...
Just now, Maca fumbled all the way here. On the way to the hall, he and Lupin and Sirius naturally passed by many wizard guards.
Right now, the other two were leaving here with two wizards who looked like little heads, and ran to a place where no one was outside to question.
Maca, on the other hand, went all the way to the inner palace, and planned to look at the situation first.
"It's the so-called 'sin' again ..." He leaned against the wall, thinking silently, "Looks like the one in it should be like Professor Trelawney, and someone with the blood of a prophet ... But the key? The door knocker? What does this mean? "
However, the old man in the deep part of the hall was obviously much more capable than Bitrie Lawney. At least he is not like the latter, except for the unstable ability to predict.
As Maca secretly chewed those words, another cough sounded suddenly in the temple, much louder than before.
Immediately after, the red flame in the brazier beat for a third time.
"... pain ... incomparably cruel sharp edge ... a blade that insults the soul ... painful heir! Near ... very close ... very close!"
The old man's mute voice was getting louder and louder, and at the end it was almost screaming, as if he wanted to cut his own throat together.
Then, his eyes suddenly recovered, and then he slammed the stick in his hand on the floor tile under the stone platform.
"Heir of the Dagger of Pain ... right outside the temple door!"
As mentioned just now, the old prophet Maca didn't understand at all. But as the voice fell, a clutter of footsteps sounded in the hall, making it impossible for him to understand.
Because those footsteps are obviously coming in the direction of the door!
"Now am I?" Maca wasn't too nervous, he just jumped forward slightly, and jumped forward, "The phrase 'painful successor is close' ... Couldn't it mean me?"
Jumping to the open space in front of the hall, he turned around suddenly, but saw that the door of the hall had been opened a seam. The moment he saw the past, a dark shadow flew out from the crack of the door, so fast that people couldn't see the specific appearance.
But Maca clearly sensed that he was also a wizard and had been hidden in the shadow behind the stone pillar on the left.
After one figure, another, the same fast and dexterous, one after another fell into places beyond his sight everywhere. It seems that these guys seem to intend to completely surround him.
At the same time, the main entrance of the main hall has been completely opened. A large number of wizards emerged from the inside, standing next to each other in the doorway, their eyes all stacked on Maca's body.
But Maca didn't care so much, he was still frowning and thinking. Because there was a hint of memory looming in his mind, accompanied by the former acquaintance, which constantly stimulated his nerves.
"Oh, it was that time ..." He blinked in front of his eyes, "Yeah, the dagger that had buried my emotions ... The environment of the night of the assassination was really similar to what we saw today."
Of course it's not the same place. Maca knows this, but it feels very similar.
And it was the six black robe wizards who just rushed out of the hall just to illuminate his memory that was almost left in a certain corner of his heart. Their speed was unusually fast, and at the same time, Maca was very familiar.
"Prophet, don't you come out and explain to me?"
Maca ignored the suddenly tense atmosphere around him. While manipulating the ancient Persian language, his eyes pierced the darkest part of the palace door. On the carved stone platform, the figure of the old man sitting on it was half-hidden, making people look unreal.
"Heir, return the dagger of pain to me ..."
The old man's voice echoed in the empty hall, and it became obscured when it passed to the door, but Maca barely understood it.
However, somehow he said he was an inheritor, and then he said nothing to surrender the dagger of pain.
He had already guessed what the "painful dagger" was--but don't say he didn't have it. Even if the dagger was really in his hand, would he hand it over obediently?
"Aren't you planning to come out?" Maca nodded. "Okay, I'll come in by myself."
Today I can hear the two prophecies just now. But if he could pry something out of that prophet's mouth, he wouldn't mind spending more time.
As soon as the words came out, he had a staff in his hand.
It has to be said that he has rarely used this thing since the events of Voldemort and Greenward. In normal life, a long stick is really inconvenient. Perhaps you can use it as a walking stick when you are old, but it is obviously not necessary now.
And as soon as his staff appeared, the six black robes hiding in the corner immediately moved!
Their speed is indeed very fast, but Maca will not be slower than them ~ EbookFREE.me ~ After turning on the swift ability, seven figures together staggered across him for a moment, and several icy streamers immediately appeared Hidden, followed by a crisp crashing sound almost practised.
That's the blade! It is the afterglow of the six stalks that have been bathed in the moonlight for a long time!
Modern wizards rarely use weapons other than magic wands. But in ancient times, in the era when the knowledge of the magical people to build magic swords was not lost, various weapons were also popular among wizards. Even at the time, there were several inheritances of wizards who were good at making magic weapons.
Of course, to this day, perhaps the tradition of using weapons and the scattered wizarding community can vaguely remember, but the magic sword has become an extremely rare treasure.
Maca is very convinced that all the six sharp blades are ordinary daggers, which are at best the better forging technology. Because the dagger that first came into contact with his staff was already broken.

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