Chapter 2863: Chapter 2858: Secret History of the Moon Palace

Indeed, words cannot be spoken carelessly; in the world of intrigue, all debts must be repaid.

Previously, I impersonated the First Apostle of the Bloodline Clan more than once, but now has Herbert truly become my burden?

Also, the term ’Fallen Blood’ seems to fit even more aptly now.

Is "blood" not just an abstract pseudonym, but actually referring to the Bloodline Clan?

Although we haven’t formally conversed, Fu Qian believes his judgment is correct, that it truly was Herbert’s voice.

Even the last time I heard this voice, it was during a segment of Ancient Reminiscence.

Moreover, the Rebirth Club is indeed my sanctuary; before obtaining Herbert’s eyeball from Selana, my connection with this Angel Envoy was already forged here.

"Annalise’s First Apostle? Such a coincidence?"

Even Lord Pa Qi’s reaction seemed to confirm that this situation was beyond his control.

Though slightly surprised, He still demonstrated the affinity of a Superior Being, able to instantly match names with identities.

"You’ve heard of him?"

This time it was Fu Qian’s turn to be intrigued.

"But never met him; this First Apostle is very mysterious, with rumors saying he was perpetually imprisoned for questioning his loyalty."

With such efficient progress, Patch generously reminisced about the past with an audible tsk-tsk.

Imprisoned for questioning loyalty??

Undeniably, this experience sounds quite complex.

Did Herbert question Annalise?

How can one forget that, according to Ancient Reminiscence, when the latter faced the oracle with wavering heart, it was this one who fervently persuaded her, telling Annalise she was the reincarnation of the Original Moon.

Even Annalise’s youthful humanity before ascending the throne was recorded with his eyes as the medium.

How could such a figure with accomplishments akin to those who served dragons begin to have doubts?—was the Progenitor of the Blood Clan truly the reincarnation of the Original Moon?

Fu Qian quietly recalled the content of his understanding of that secret history, seemingly feeling the weight of history at some moment.

It appears there’s indeed something here that seems sacrilegious.

Herbert, firmly believing Annalise was the reincarnation of the Moon God, spared no effort in advocating for her ascension.

But what if he discovered Annalise wasn’t the Moon God’s reincarnation?

That indeed would give him a reason to doubt.

"Could there be a step involving gouging the eyeballs?"

Although many scenes are easily imagined, Fu Qian wasn’t quick to judge but rather connected to the origins of Ancient Reminiscence.

"There’s indeed such a rumor, but seemingly there’s another version: that he himself gouged out his eyeballs."

Puzzled by this, Patch surprisingly exhibited a certain gossip talent, having heard even these minor details of the insignificant figures.

Yet, this was the limit; it’s clear He wasn’t bored enough to verify the truth.

"One thing that’s certain is that the one you once acquired was indeed his eyeball."

...

Herbert’s experience increasingly sounds like a tragic victim uncovering the whitewashed truth of history?

First deceived by false decrees, he desperately supported the wrong person’s ascent.

Then, upon discovering the error, it was already irrevocable, confronted by the usurper’s eternal imprisonment.

Even the eyeball that had witnessed certain sensitive events was especially gouged out.

"Why did he gouge his own eyes?"

Even as the storyline grows more classic, Fu Qian remains intrigued by the self-gouging scenario.

"Because Annalise preferred red eyes, whereas his weren’t."

Patch didn’t mind, chuckling as he provided a somewhat abstract reason.

"That does sound reasonable."

Though slightly absurd, being someone who had personally heard Annalise say such things, Fu Qian continued nodding, expressing how the rumor is hard to discern.

"Herb... Herbert, I’m... "

Patiently awaiting, the self-murmuring voice seemed to finally recall the name, confirming Fu Qian’s judgment of his identity.

"Must find her!"

In the next instant, the voice suddenly crescendoed, along with the recollection of a mission—

"Why do I feel he has already found us?"

At this moment, the world’s wonders manifest once again.

It’s safe to say Mr. Kikuchi Sr. is indeed the ultimate companion, answering Lu Ming’s silent request after a pause, unable to withstand the psychological pressure.

The content is remarkably fitting, echoing interdimensionally with Herbert.

"But you haven’t died yet—and it’s because you talk too much that we will die!"

Predictably, this invites Old Master Lu’s rebuke against the foolish companion.

"But—"

Thankfully, the foolish companion seems salvageable, biting his lip before truly falling silent.

"But who to find... "

Just as one wave settles, another arises; the newly excited Herbert had learned to pick up conversation.

Previously, he forgot his name; now he seems to forget the objective of his actions.

"Annalise..."

Fortunately, his memory quickly surfaces this time, autonomously giving an answer, confirming the search for the Progenitor of the Blood Clan.

But for what purpose?

Fu Qian glanced at Patch.

Due to the gossip previously provided by this one, what ought to be a simple question now appears complex.

"Hard to say, but he is indeed deeply connected with the Dream, including changes in form which presumably also relate significantly to this."

Patch indicates he shares the inability to judge, yet provides certain observations.

"Is it from being in the Dream for too long?"

This information remains quite valuable, offering another reason for Herbert’s sensitivity to the Divine Dream.

He’s not only pursuing Annalise but is a genuine Dreamwalker.

This also explains why the Bloodline Clan’s First Apostle directly transformed into a soft-bodied creature.

The Dream’s effects are indeed considerable; evidently, excessive sleep is detrimental to health.

Yet, the enduring question remains: even if persistently searching for someone in the Dream, Herbert’s original intention appears to have two possibilities—

Either a rebellion against imprisonment, or a sworn allegiance to the Progenitor of the Blood Clan.

From Annalise’s perspective, either possibility slides smoothly.

After all, as the holder of "God’s First Dream," her mastery of dreams isn’t minimal; using them for imprisonment or concealment is plausible.

"Find her! Find her... for what?"

Even the individual appears bewildered, repeatedly emphasizing before abruptly questioning himself, voice rising to fervor again.

"Tell her it’s a lie, all of it—no, not this, don’t believe anything I say—also incorrect!"

But as swiftly as it arrives, it departs; after various self-conflicting shifts, at a certain moment his tone becomes startlingly calm, as if drawing a boundary with another will within his body.

"Should be ’anything ’you’ say..."

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