Chapter 221


    At that same moment, Lah, too, woke up with a start. As both of them exchanged nces, an


    inexplicable emotion filled their eyes.


    Jonathan was the first to speak. “I had a dream.”


    Lah replied, “I had a dream too.” As excitement began to swell within her, she added, “You go first.”


    “I dreamed that King Sergiu changed the tide of battle after manipting space and time with the Holy


    Chest. In the end, when he attempted to use the Sinai Bible to change his fate, he was killed when the


    process backfired. Subsequently, a general named Euston recorded everything that happened on the


    Holy Boulder.”


    “I had the exact same dream as you. There''s no mistake, then. The Holy Chest and the Sinai Bible do


    exist.”


    Jonathan, too, was thrilled to have finally made some progress on the matter.


    They swiftly climbed out of the cave and walked up to the Holy Boulder.


    Upon closer examination, Jonathan noticed that it was densely packed with ancient text, just as it was


    in the dream.


    The texts were indeed the historical records described by Ranen.


    In that instant, any doubts both of them had had toward the existence of the Holy Chest and the Sinai


    Bible had been dispelled.


    Nheless, they were still faced with a massive problem—they had no idea where the Sinai Bible


    was, as it clearly wasn''t there.


    “Lah, I think we should look at it from another perspective,” Jonathan suggested.


    Lah looked at Jonathan. She was filled with admiration for him because his wisdom was the reason


    they could have the dream.


    It gradually dawned on her that Jonathan''s sharpness, instead of his luck, would be instrumental in


    their search for the Sinai Bible.


    Jonathan continued, “We have been finding the Crying Wall and Holy Boulder but have neglected the


    mission''s clue—the Third Sacred Temple. I feel that the Holy Chest and Sinai Bible weren''t taken by


    anyone. Instead, such divine objects should still be inside the Third Sacred Temple.”


    “You''re right. But where are we going to find the Third Sacred Temple?”


    “There won''t be anything else to find here. Let''s get out of here first and get a proper shower. Then we


    shall fill our stomachs before giving the matter more thought.”


    Lah nodded in agreement. “Sure.”


    Their previously drenched clothes had already been dried by the wind.


    Before they left via the tunnel, they gave the ce another look. The Holy Boulder and its surroundings


    used to be steeped in history and mysticism.


    Jonathan even had a thought. If I could leave behind an equally impressive legacy where the path that I


    have traveled would be worshiped by future generations, I wonder how wonderful it would feel.


    By then, it was already five in the morning.


    When they arrived at the end of the tunnel, they noticed the hole above them had been tightly covered.


    Nheless, there was no stopping Jonathan and Lah. With a single palm strike, Jonathan smashed


    the cover into pieces and the two then climbed out.


    “If you had stayed in there any longer, I would have to collect your corpses from the inside,” Leslie said


    sarcastically as he strolled in.


    Having been kept in suspense over thest two days, he was naturally annoyed. He, without a doubt,


    knew that both of them had gone treasure hunting inside. After all, there were plenty who had done the


    same.


    “I''ll pay you ten thousand more in Anndurn currency,” Lah offered, not wanting to waste any time.


    Filled with delight, Leslie agreed, “Deal.”


    Upon emerging from Serity Monastery, Jonathan and Lah were once again greeted by the starry


    night sky.


    Breathing in the refreshing air, both of them felt as if they had been reborn.


    Once Leslie''s bill was cleared, Jonathan drove Lah back to the hotel.


    As the moon gradually faded away, the first light of dawn began to illuminate the horizon.


    In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed since they epted the mission.


    With twenty-three days to go, there seemed to be more than enough time left.


    Nevertheless,pared to those who had spent thousands of years searching, that duration wasn''t


    even close to being sufficient.


    This time, Lah was seated in the front passenger seat—she had unconsciously grown closer to


    Jonathan.


    Upon their return to the hotel, both Jonathan and Lah returned to their respective rooms.


    Out of precaution, Jonathan decided to check the room. Only when he was certain no one had entered


    in their absence was his mind put at ease.


    He then proceeded to shower thoroughly before putting on a clean change of clothes.


    In that instant, he felt much more refreshed.


    However, his stomach began to growl.


    After rummaging through his belongings and finding a box of instant pasta, he quickly prepared it and? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    wolfed it down until there was nothing left.


    Following that, he brushed his teeth before lying downfortably in bed.


    And before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.


    By the time he woke up, it was already five in the afternoon.


    He felt so energized by the rest that he thought he could kill a tiger with a single punch.


    In reality, he was capable of doing so since a long time ago.


    The first thing he did after getting out of bed was to draw the curtains open.


    When the rays of the setting sun illuminated the room, it bathed the entire space in a golden hue.


    Jonathan stood on the balcony and looked out at the holy city of Yeringham, which was brimming with


    wonders. The sight made him feel as if he was lost in space and time.


    Despite the modern skyscrapers standing before him, he could imagine the scene where the glorious


    Sacred Temple stood before him. In addition to the scores of missionaries and Plutorians gathered, the


    Holy Knights made for a grand spectacle in their heavy armor. Standing in front of tens of thousands of


    people, King Sergiu awed everyone with his majestic presence.


    Even though every city had its own interesting story to tell, Yeringham''s was a cut above the rest.


    Feeling hungry again, Jonathan decided to go and see Lah.


    Thetter was already up and dressed to go out.


    This time, both of them wore white. The greater coincidence was that they were wearing white T-shirts,


    which made them look just like a couple in matching outfits.


    “How does it look?” Lah asked. “At least we won''t look like a chessboard while standing together,”


    she added knowingly.


    Scratching his nose, Jonathan let out a chuckle and countered, “But we look like we''re in couple outfits


    instead.”


    Stumped by his response, Lah changed the subject. “Let''s go down and have some food before


    heading to the Crying Wall. No matter what, we must get in this time.”


    Jonathan nodded. “All right!”


    Both of them had dinner in a private room at the hotel restaurant.


    They ordered a feast, including lobster and red wine.


    Because their days might be numbered, it was imperative to enjoy the time they had left. After all, there


    was no point in having so much money if they weren''t alive to spend it.


    Both Jonathan and Lah shared the same thoughts.


    “Jonathan, do you think we can find a clue to the Third Sacred Temple when we visit the Crying Wall


    this time?”


    Jonathan pondered briefly before replying, “I can''t say for sure, but I have no doubt that the Third


    Sacred Temple is located within the city of Yeringham.”


    Surprised by his spection, Lah asked, “Why?”


    “Yeringham is famous for its Sacred Temples and that''s why it''s called the holy city. The First and


    Second Sacred Temples are here. Only a temple rebuilt within Yeringham can be named the Third


    Sacred Temple. If it was built anywhere else, its meaning would be lost, let alone be given the name.”


    Lah concurred with his analysis. “But Professor Horowitz said that there was no way the Third


    Sacred Temple would be hidden if it was built. Since it''s a ce of worship for the Yartranians, there''s


    no reason for them to hide it in a secluded ce.”


    “Professor Horowitz also mentioned that the Crying Wall is the Yartranians'' Third Sacred Temple.”


    “Are the Sinai Bible and the Holy Chest hidden inside the Crying Wall?”


    Jonathan couldn''t help but let out a wry smile. “Both those items disappeared after the destruction of


    the Second Sacred Temple. How can they be hidden inside the wall? Besides, with modern technology,


    I''m sure the authorities in Yeringham would have found it a long time ago if they were really in there.”


    The dejected Lah sighed in resignation.


    After dinner, it was already dark by the time both of them headed out.


    Jonathan drove to the gas station first to fill up his car before driving to the Crying Wall with Lah.


    When they arrived, it was already seven, and the Crying Wall was already closed to visitors.


    Confident that money makes the world go round, both of them went to see the guard to express their


    admiration for the Crying Wall and desire to see it up close in private.


    The guard, being a Yartranian, was inherently principled.


    However, when Lah offered a hundred thousand in Anndurn currency, his stance began to waver.


    It wasn''t until Jonathan gave Lah''s hand a tug and suggested that they leave that the guard grew


    anxious.


    In the end, he couldn''t bear to turn down so much money.


    Once he received what was promised, he mumbled to himself as if he was asking God for forgiveness.


    With that, Jonathan and Lah seeded in entering the Crying Wall grounds.


    The guard had disguised them as Yartranians by getting them to wear the local costume before leading


    them to the wall.


    Even though there were surveince cameras and other security guards around, Jonathan and Lah


    weren''t bothered, as they were seen as locals.


    It was, after all, amon practice for Yartranians toe to the wall and pray quietly at night.


    Since both of them had previously visited the wall and discovered nothing, they nned to spend the


    night there. They hoped to find a clue within their dreams, just like what had happened at the Holy


    Boulder.


    Jonathan theorized that the dreams both of them had there were triggered by the maic field that


    recorded the events of the past.


    These scenes were subsequently yed back in their minds, just like a video camera.


    Jonathan and Lah hoped to learn of any interesting events that were recorded by the wall, such as


    the location of the Sinai Bible, the Holy Chest, or even the Third Sacred Temple.


    When the Yartranian realized both of them weren''t leaving, he wanted to chase them out.


    However, Jonathan stood firm. “We''ll leave at the break of dawn. If you keep nagging us, I''ll tell your


    god that you have epted a bribe.”


    He naturally knew how to take advantage of the Yartranian''s weakness.


    In the end, the guard stopped pestering them.


    Soon, when Jonathan and Lah began to calm down, they gradually fell asleep.


    All this while, no one had slept by the Crying Wall, and no one ever had the desire to do so.


    As a result, Jonathan and Lah''s unprecedented actions would also never be repeated.


    In the end, Jonathan did have a dream.


    In his dream, he could hear chaotic noises everywhere, as if there were countless people wailing and


    expressing their grouses softly beside his ear.


    Recognizing them as Yartranian voices, Jonathan—conscious in his dream—tried hard tomit what


    he heard to his memory even though he didn''t understand thenguage of the Yartranian.


    His n was to get someone who understood thenguage to trante itter.