Prehistoric Heroes
"Not a threat?"
Heracles laughed and shook his head, taking Li Bai's words for bragging and a joke.
The other man was a Great Wizard from China. It might not be impossible for him to make the Saint's Seal shine again. After all, releasing a little fluctuation and light when stimulated was one of the seal's basic functions.
But the curse of the oath bestowed by three "Saints" working together was no easy thing to break. The Saint's Association had tried many times, and unless the body was destroyed, there was no way to erase the seal. Cutting off one's hand and betraying the association took courage that not everyone had—and it might not even be worth it.
If someone accidentally lost the hand bearing the Saint's Seal, they could have another "seal" put on their forehead. It made no difference from having it on the back of their hand.
Lose it again, though, and they'd lose their head.
Even after the body that served as the seal's anchor disintegrated or rotted away, the residual energy fluctuations would linger at the spot for a long time before finally disappearing.
The Saint's Association also had a special kind of Sacred Artifact that could confirm whether a member had died in a certain area within a given period. It was also a tool for investigations.
Using the Saint's Seal to identify members was practically foolproof.
Seeing that Heracles remained unconvinced, Li Bai said no more.
Westerners had always been the sort who wouldn't believe it until they saw the coffin. There was no point in saying more.
While they waited for more food to arrive, Li Bai changed the subject and probed for new information.
"Hess, do you know about the tablets the Saint's Association got from Congo?"
He had