The Primordial Record novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687 The Ancestors of The Major Families

Circe flinched at the words of the Lightning Kirin, if her hands were free she would have slapped the overly energetic beast in the head, she could only chastise her unruly passenger,

"Archimedes, please be quiet, there are several powerful presences around me and your words are distracting. We are not out of the clear yet."

"I know… I know, but still, you have to admit that the monster called Rowan is too fucking diabolical. I mean who casually hands someone ten thousand tonnes of Mithril, fucking thousands of tonnes of this stuff like it is nothing!! Who does that? It is a good thing we decided to use half or we would be dead."

Circe snapped, "Clearly you mean to say 'you decided' don't you? I did not want to detonate the Mithril, even after you told me it must be of the lowest grade and should barely be able to destroy a single building. Nana was not in that place, so the purpose of our infiltration had been fulfilled, and I wanted to leave. Who knows if Nana was anywhere near that explosion range."

The Lightning Kirin was silent for a while, and in a reduced tone she answered Circe, aware that she was under serious mental anguish, but also knowing she could not cuddle her for too long about the true nature of the universe,

"Don't be childish Circe, you and I both know that the mental block imposed on that Guardsman would not survive under heavy scrutiny from those Earth gods and we would have been compromised, I know you must be feeling guilty about everyone that died…" the Lightning Kirin could not help but let her demonic nature shined through as she smirked, " …and are also yet to die."

"Fuck you Archie… you think?" Circe scoffed, the frown on her face deeper.

The lightning Kirin muttered silently, "Yeah… I'm sure the death toll must be in the millions…Sheesh. Good thing Trion is a powerful world, else we would be dead and the death toll would be in billions. Thinking about it now, it would not be a bad way to go."

"Archimedes, you are not helping."

"Oh, sorry for that… but you know, it's not really your fault. If you are to blame anyone then you should blame Rowan, what sort of a crazy bastard gives voluminous amounts of such high-grade Mithril like it was cake? Hey… Circe, what do you think about the laughter at the end, it was a nice touch, no?"

"Archimedes!" Circe barked aloud, nearly tearing apart the light veil of air she had conjured, and the lightning Kirin that was resting on her shoulders made a gesture of zipping her mouth shut and began to look around to spot any incoming dangers.

Archimedes suddenly called out, "Hey did you wrap the remaining Mithril inside that weird wrapping he gave you?"

"Of course I did," Circe replied, "unlike you, I understand how dangerous Mithril might be, although I thought it was a low-grade item."

The Lightning Kirin sighed in relief, the beast seemed to have a fatal attraction to Rowan and also a sort of distaste.

Rowan had inhabited the Anima of her previous master, wearing it like a flesh suit. She had previously thought that her master had been resurrected from death but she was lost when the truth came to life.

Still, she could not fight against the fact that Rowan controlled the Tower of Greed, and that made him a presence that she had to obey.