Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 694

Chapter 694: Vol V Chapter 54

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After a while, Kersemens finally woke up.
When this “Lord of the Wolves” opened its eyes, his eyes revealed cluelessness, or even soft, feeling. This was compatible with its petite body, which did give quite a “fragile and delicate” feel.
But it soon regained sobriety. Blazing flames of anger were rising in its eyes as it roared loudly.
Although Sui Xiong did not understand wolf language, Kersemens’ will had long reached the minds of everyone around him.
Basically, this was what it meant, “Where the hell are those long-ear beings? Get out of here now! I’ll fight you till the end! Today, it’s either you die, or I perish!”
Sui Xiong sighed and said, “Can’t you calm down first? Take a look around you.”
Kersemens was a little taken aback. Of course, it did not understand the lingua franca of the place it was in, but it could feel Sui Xiong’s will.
This means of conversing via will did not exist during its time. Back when the Elven Race was fighting him in battle, they used to curse and shout furiously at it using their ancient elvish language. So it did know that foreign language. However, it was dead sure it did not know the language spoken by this green and round guy who had a few branches hanging around him while floating in mid-air. Yet, it could understand what the other party meant… this was so strange!
Under the influence of curiosity, its attitude clearly softened quite a bit. It no longer roared and howled angrily, but instead swept the surroundings with its golden eyes.
This one look made it even more confused—in its memories, it led the Wolf Army in the attack of one of the bordering towns of the Elf Kingdom. As a result, it encountered a huge army of elven soldiers that were combat-ready in full battle array. Amid a fierce battle, several powerful old elves had used a joint spell to entrap it. Then it lost consciousness. But now, the surrounding environment was clearly not the battlefield it was originally on. Though there were two long-eared beings around it, from their mannerisms, it knew that that strange and green ball was their leader… How strange, since when did these arrogant long-eared beings allow anyone else to be their leader?
After a moment of hesitation, it opened its mouth again. But this time, it was not a wolf howl. Instead, it was a tone that sounded like a song with complex rhythmic changes. Though it sounded slightly awkward, it was quite pleasing to the ears.
Ancient elvish language.
All who were present knew the ancient elvish language. Clarhott Pasteur was part of the legacy of the ancient Elf Kingdom in the first place. Arcaian Pasteur, being his great-grandson, also acquired the ancient elvish language since young. Sui Xiong had picked up this language during his remediation for the “General Knowledge of the Gods.” He felt that this language would be helpful when he had to read up on various ancient information. So the moment Kersemens opened its mouth to speak, they all understood what this “Lord of the Wolves” was saying.
“This place… where is this?”
“This is my God’s Kingdom,” said Sui Xiong as he smiled. With his Divine Power, he removed the chains used to lock Kersemens up, and likewise in ancient elvish language, he replied, “I’m… probably after you were sealed…”
He turned to look at Clarhott and asked, “How many years was that?”
Clarhott made a mental calculation and said, “23,119 years.”
Sui Xiong nodded. Then to Kersemens, he said, “There, it’s been more than 23,119 years since you were first put under a seal.”
“23,119 years?” asked Kersemens. A blank expression appeared on his pale face that sported some features. “What do you mean?”
Sui Xiong was surprised for a moment, then asked, “Do you know what a ‘year’ is?”
“Of course, I know. A year is when the weather changes from hot to cold once. Every time the weather is not too hot or not too cold, that is the season for the wolves to breed.”
“So, you have no concept of what 23,000 means?”
Kersemens was silent for a moment. Then it raised both hands and started counting on its fingers.
“One, two, three, four, five…” Then, it was obviously stuck for a moment before it continued counting, “Fifteen, twenty-five, thirty-five, forty-five…”
Sui Xiong could not help laughing. Clearly, the mathematical level of this “Lord of the Wolves” was a tragedy. It seemed like it could not even count from one to a hundred, let alone such a big number like 23,000.
“Ten ones add up to a ten,” he said. He used his tentacle to write a “one” in ancient elvish language in mid-air. Then with a wave, the “one” became ten ones. An equal sign appeared after them and was followed by a “ten” that was also written in ancient elvish language.
“Ten 10s make a hundred. Ten 100s make a thousand. Ten 1000s make ten million,” he said. As he spoke, three other lines appeared successively beneath the line that wrote “ten ones add up to a ten.”
To facilitate understanding for Kersemens, Sui Xiong used white to indicate “one,” green to indicate “ten,” blue to indicate “hundred,” purple to indicate a “thousand” and gold to indicate “ten thousand.” Five colors in four roles did look neat and tidy.
“There, that’s basically what it is,” he said. With that, he made a final wave of his tentacle and below the fourth row of that neat lineup, a fifth row appeared. A pair of golden “ten thousand” and three purple “thousands” appeared.
Kersemens looked carefully at this fifth line of words and symbols. Its head tilted, first to the left, then to the right. Its gaze was obviously getting distracted and signs of distress and helplessness.
Obviously, it was unable to understand these.
Poor kid, this is truly a mental patient!
Sui Xiong sighed and in a gentler tone, he said, “If you can’t figure it out, then forget it. In short, it has been a long, long time, so long that…” he said, then paused for a while. He had thought of saying, “What was once the sea has now become mulberry fields, and the fields have become the sea. The world has undergone a great change.”
But as he thought through it carefully, there seemed to have no such event occurring on the Main Plane. Then he thought of using the phrase “till the seas ran dry and the rocks crumbled.” However, there was no preceding occurrence to be found on the Main Plane either… Not true. Though the seas did not dry up, there were still rocks that crumbled!
So he smiled and said, “If you had placed a big rock outside at the time when you were sealed, by now, it might most probably have become mud.”
Kersemens was shocked. It looked at Sui Xiong who, in order to strengthen the power of his persuasion, had conjured a big rock. Then raising his right hand with nails that were sharp like knives, he slapped down on the rock.
That ordinary piece of rock was smashed to pieces right away, like a pile of ash.
“Just like that?”
Sui Xiong sighed and gave up on his intention to instill some popular science knowledge into this fellow.
“To make a long story short, it’s been a long, long time. The Elf Kingdom has perished. Almost all your enemies and the Elf God System are completely annihilated,” he said. “My name is Auscar, and I’m also known as the ‘Void Mask.’ I’m a… just a junior god that has inherited their legacies.”
“So… what do you want?” asked Kersemens. Somewhat dazedly, he asked, “Continue to keep me locked up?”
“I’ve no such intention,” said Sui Xiong. He shook his head and said, “Now, what I’m going to ask is, what do you intend to do?”
“If I can regain my freedom, I’ll summon my pack of wolves back and then move on with my life,” Kersemens said in a matter-of-course way.
“Your wolves are gone since a long time ago!” lamented Sui Xiong. “Haven’t I told you just now? It’s been a long, long time, so long that the rocks have turned to ash. Your wolves can’t live this long.”
“Turning rocks into soil, most of my friends can do that too,” Kersemens said with nonchalance. “Nothing great about it.”
He started to laugh as he spoke, “When rocks become soil, we can grow more grass, raise more rabbits and sheep, have more food… good, very good.”
Sui Xiong sighed helplessly. Transforming his tentacles into the shape of palms, he held his own face with those palms.
“This guy is not pretending to be a fool. He really is a fool!”