Bab 155: RECORD's Authority

Atop the flattened peak, above the layer of thundering clouds and storm, Aldrich was seated facing the Viscount Sugaar, the Crawler.

The chants of the Sorginaks 'the witches' hadn't ceased, and added a mysterious tone to their surroundings. The stars above them twinkled with curiosity, and a slight breeze hit their faces on one side. Aldrich straightened his back and asked the first question.

"What are the Blessed Ones?"

The Crawler gave Aldrich a derisive smile and replied.

"I give you a chance to ask something, and then you ask this? A wrong question?"

Aldrich pressed together his brows, hearing the reprimanding tone of the Crawler. If anyone can claim to be older than Aldrich and still alive, then it certainly was the Crawlers. Aldrich hadn't figured out the process, but he was sure there was much more about them than what met the eyes. Aldrich knew the value of asking the right questions, so he gave it a thought and asked again.