Chapter 777: Chapter 215: The Tomb, Where Ian Is Buried! (Part 4)

However, it didn’t launch an attack.

"Boom!"

The palace shook.

It was as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping.

A giant portal was slowly opening, revealing a dazzling radiance. A blaze of colors emerged suddenly, flickering intensely, causing the sky to seem as though it was trembling.

"That is not a prophecy."

Merlin stepped back a few steps and sighed softly.

"Predicting your own future design, how is that not a prophecy? Great Mage, don’t you understand prophecy?" Ian’s dubious eyes made Merlin feel like ten thousand alpacas were galloping in his heart.

"..."

His sigh was quite heavy.

"Alright, let’s consider it so."

Faced with such absurd reasoning, how could the Wizard King respond? Merlin regretted deeply, if he hadn’t wandered around when waiting for King Uther, he wouldn’t have met this guy.

If he hadn’t met this guy, he wouldn’t have come to explore here so rashly; and if he hadn’t explored so rashly, he wouldn’t have faced such hardship.

Oh.

In the end, he shouldn’t have brought King Uther today!

Merlin was extremely vexed.

Yet Ian’s mood was completely different, seeing Merlin acknowledged as the Master of Language, he immediately beamed, even patted off nonexistent dust from Merlin’s shiny body.

"Remember to write this into your autobiography."

As the saying goes, offering goodwill for no reason surely has a motive. Ian thought having Merlin’s acknowledgment meant no one could say he lacked talent in Divination Class any longer. Do you know what it means to have the Wizard King’s personal acknowledgement!

"Alright..."

Merlin, looking at Ian’s smug expression, couldn’t help but shake his head but inside he was relieved—the fact that the opponent wanted him to go out and write an autobiography certainly meant he had the chance to get out alive.

"Boom boom boom!"

The mighty rumbling echoed around, the opened doors were completely ajar now, revealing their interior, hitting with an old and mysterious aura.

The space inside the palace was far more expansive than it appeared from the outside, as if entering a separate world. Countless glowing gemstones were embedded in the towering dome, resembling stars in the night sky. The floor was paved with smooth black stone slabs, each step triggering a weak ripple.

As if treading on water, marvelous.

However.

Even so, stepping inside, one could still feel a sense of emptiness, just as Ian originally predicted, the entire palace lacked any burial items.

Of course.

There were unforeseen occurrences.

It was really a tomb.

The most attention-catching in the entire palace was the sarcophagus in its center, it neither floated nor flickered, positioned like an ordinary ancient object.

Ancient and tranquil.

Above the sarcophagus, a line of Runic script emitted a faint glow, rotating slowly in mid-air, seemingly alive, attracting the gaze of the two who entered.

[Death, is a Great Blessing]

The text shimmered brightly.

"What does it mean?"

Ian saw the line of text and felt rather confused.

"You asking me?"

Merlin felt powerless to ridicule.

"Open the coffin, Great Mage."

Ian took a deep breath, unconsciously tightening his grip on his magic wand, his knuckles slightly whitening from the effort. Facing what seemed to be his final destination, how could he not be nervous?

"Alright."

Merlin glanced at Ian, reading the Little Wizard’s unease, he did not refuse, raised his hand, murmured a few spells, layering several Protective Magic over himself.

Then.

He slowly approached the sarcophagus. However, after a thorough inspection, Merlin was shocked to find no magic fluctuations on the sarcophagus, not even the simplest Protective Spell. Reluctantly, he carefully looked everywhere, trying to find any possible magical traces or traps.

The result was still no discovery.

The sarcophagus was just there.

Like an ordinary, exceptionally ordinary wooden box.

Merlin frowned, looking back at Ian several times, with confusion and puzzlement in his eyes. Ian merely stood there, his gaze still fixated on the sarcophagus, seemingly waiting for something.

"Really strange."

Softly muttering, Merlin largely believed Ian’s previous information about his identity, turning to face the sarcophagus, placing his hands on the lid and pushed hard.

"Clatter~"

The lid was not as heavy as expected, but surprisingly light. As the lid slid open, Merlin’s gaze fell inside the sarcophagus.

"Hmm?"

The next second, his body froze, his expression instantly solidified. Ian saw Merlin motionless, and an increasingly uneasy feeling rose in his heart.

"What’s inside?"

The Little Wizard asked.

Yet Merlin did not respond, maintaining that rigid posture as if something had petrified him.

"Speak? Petrified?"

Ian’s vigilance heightened, suspecting Merlin had succumbed and fallen. He even began pondering if Merlin were gone, if he’d have to impersonate Merlin’s history.

And at that moment.

"×&%￥#@,￥#@§№☆548%!$#71^&%!$#&%￥..." with no warning, Merlin suddenly burst into swearing.

This made the Little Wizard breathe a sigh of relief while his curiosity intensified. What did Merlin see that made him curse worse than when facing imminent doom!

"What on earth."

Ian quickly stepped forward, peering into the sarcophagus. Inside lay indeed a corpse, but the corpse was entirely mismatched with the massive sarcophagus that could easily contain a six-foot-tall individual.

The corpse was very small.

Estimated to be only about the size of a baby.

"Ah?"

Ian was bewildered.

Only to see.

The corpse’s feathers were as black as night, radiating a faint glow, appearing as if just fallen from the night sky, showing no signs of decay. Time seemed to have had no effect on it.

"How could I be a bird!"

Indeed.

Ian was staring at a raven, dazzlingly dark...