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Audrey sat in front of the window, and after reading this letter, which was much shorter than usual, her brows were filled with sadness.

She prepared a pen and paper and wanted to reply, but after thinking for a long time she didn't know how to speak.

Susie, who was squatting at her feet, used her paws to pick up the newspaper lying on the ground. She keenly noticed the change in Audrey's mood and asked with concern:

"Audrey, are you okay?"

Miss Hall slowly put down the letter, pursed her lips, and said worriedly:

"I'm fine, Susie. It's just..."

Audrey's tone was a little low: "I'm a little worried about Alfred."

The letter paper and envelopes placed on the table are too simple for the Earl's family letters. They are filled with ubiquitous white paper and ordinary brown envelopes. There are no letter papers and envelopes printed with family patterns, and the seals are not sealed with home paint.

emblem.

But she clearly remembered that Alfred, who often wrote letters home, would prepare many special letter envelopes customized by the family so that they could be sent directly to the postman of the Hall family. Judging from the current number of times, it would definitely not be possible.

Maybe it's used up.

What made her even more uneasy was that when she looked carefully, there were even faint dark red stains on the letter paper and envelope... Audrey gestured with her hand with the worst guess, and realized that it should be the hand writing.

When I wrote the letter, I wiped the white paper, leaving traces.

There are various signs that Alfred's current situation is very bad, even very bad.

The war started in the southern continent, and the colonies are the front line. The fierce war has already begun. Since it will not reach Loen's own country in a short time, I don't take this matter too seriously. Even most of the people in the country remain silent.

With a relaxed mind... Audrey took two deep breaths to control her heartbeat, quickly calmed down, and thought about what she could do.

As a noble girl, of course Audrey cannot go to the front line to provide support personally, but there are many things she can do.

She moved her legs, leaned down, hugged Susie, who had soft and warm hair, and said in a thoughtful tone:

"Susie, I think I can provide some help and some material assistance to the colonial officers."

"Alfred and the others may need more water, food, clothes and weapons. Well, in fact, the kingdom has noble children joining the army in many colonies in the southern continent, such as Mariana's brother, Baroness Lawrence's eldest son... I

If you can convey this intention to them, they will definitely care about their relatives in the Southern Continent..."

"It should be successful. This matter can be led by the officers, or dad can, in the name of his family, contribute some money, buy some items, and provide useful materials and assistance to the soldiers fighting on the front line..."

Audrey spoke slowly, already having a complete plan in her mind.

She had done similar things many times, so she began to think about when and where to introduce similar topics.

Living in the castle and manor in the family territory, Audrey's aristocratic life was not affected by the war. The life of her and her friends was as usual. Dances and tea parties were held as usual, and they were ready to wear new clothes when they returned to Backlund.

The dress and new jewelry were also being prepared as usual. Without Alfred's letter, it would have been difficult for her to realize the current situation in the Southern Continent.

Susie, who was hugged tightly by it, could also feel the less and less uneasy feeling in Audrey's heart, but it always existed. It rubbed the side of Audrey's neck and comforted her with a "psychiatrist" attitude:

"It's okay, Audrey, it will be fine."

"The church has been able to thwart the evil organization's plot every time, and it will definitely be the same this time."

Audrey showed a smile: "Praise the goddess, I hope so."

She sat up straight and combed her hanging hair behind her ears. A question suddenly appeared in her mind:

"Why do they keep resisting?"

When the colonial war really affected her life and her family, Audrey felt confused for the first time, as if she had doubts about a certain truth in the world.

"The faith of the God of Death and the Bound God is ignorant. Their followers are crazy, cruel, and advocate bloody sacrifices..."

"The education level of the Southern Continent is also very low. Before the sea routes were opened, they still lived a simple farming life..."

"The Church of the Seven Gods and the Northern Continent are both better in terms of civilization and the teachings of the gods. The Northern Continent brought steam and machinery to the Southern Continent, the crystallization of knowledge and civilization, opened schools and companies, and the Church will

They were liberated from primitive and ignorant beliefs..."

"But why do they still actively support the rebels, terrorists and cult regimes?"

A person from the Southern Continent can work, live and get paid normally in the colony... but they choose to kill the people from the Northern Continent around them and donate their property and land to the cult regime. Why is this?

Don’t they know what kind of people they are supporting?

Of course, Audrey is not the innocent, kind-hearted, ignorant aristocratic girl she was a year ago. She knows that there are many terrible parts and dark sides in the world. The relationship between the colonial garrison and the colonial people must be

It's not as harmonious as the book says.

But just like choosing not to call the police because of some derelict police officer, this matter is still a little beyond her ability to understand.

She suddenly had the urge to find out the reason.

…

General Qatami's station.

In the brightly lit living room, Katami, who had a somewhat plump figure, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight illuminated most of the house.

There are only a few Balam features in his general's residence. The style, doors, windows and systems are all in the style of Loen. The gold used for decoration is made of Balam's characteristic patterns, and the silver-plated wallpaper depicts their family's emblem and

History, human bone ornaments, nothing else.

Khatami is a person who loves cultural relics and collections. He loves to decorate his mansion with collectibles and antiques. Seemingly ordinary items may be old items that are more than a hundred years old.

The bone china tea cup was decorated with gold patterns, and the visitors were more silent than usual. Considering the recent situation, Katami was also a little worried.

But he didn't feel too uneasy because of the war between the two countries, because after all, he was a royal descendant supported by the church, and the royal family would protect his life. No matter which side Loen or Balam won, he would have

Confidence continues to enjoy privileges by virtue of his connections and status.

Therefore, his mentality is much more relaxed than that of his guests.

"How is the situation in the north recently?" After some pleasantries, Katami asked.

Only then did the middle-aged man come back to his senses from the silence, and spoke with precious words: "The Balam Empire began to gradually take back the small cities and surrounding plantations and farms. The local garrison could only barely resist. They had to wait until the general arrived to reverse the disadvantage.

"

The generals he was talking about were of course not the warlords with certain territories and private soldiers on the southern continent, but the demigod generals with power and status on the northern continent... Katami was a little nervous, if such people were allowed to come

Well, people like me who call themselves generals will be really sad in the future!

But he was powerless to stop it and could only say respectfully: "That's great. I hope the Southern Continent will stabilize soon."

The middle-aged man with Loen appearance nodded and fell into silence again.

Katami felt that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed the other person's eyes falling on the storage shelf in the distance. He immediately smiled and said: "What other collection have you taken a fancy to?"

The eyes of the Loen garrison officer were firmly attracted by something on the shelf. He looked away with difficulty, pointed to a black lamp with a distinctive style and asked: "What is that?"

Katami looked in the direction of the other person's finger, frowned and thought for a while, and then said:

"That is an artifact I bought a few years ago. It is the inheritance of one of my relatives in the Church of Death."

"Why haven't you seen it before?" The garrison officer couldn't look away. He felt that he was completely attracted by this light.

Katami said following the somewhat vague memory:

"It is a relic of a relative. It is said that it came from the palace, but it is just a decoration, so I have always kept it in the warehouse."

"Then why did you take it out again?"

The officer stood up, picked up the black lamp and looked at it carefully. The lamp was made of gold and coated with a layer of black paint. There were many obscure and complicated symbols carved on the surface, as well as many strange words that looked like birds or snakes gathered together.

It is indeed a cultural relic of the Balam Empire.

The vague memory became clear, and Katami said with a smile: "Last week I went to the warehouse to look for something, and I happened to find it."

"I was thinking about a business deal at the time, and I said I hope the deal can be done. It turned out to be true. I thought this lamp was an auspicious object, so I took it out."

He saw what the garrison officer meant and said calmly: "This item in my hand is just gathering dust in the warehouse. Perhaps it can be better taken care of in the museum of the Kingdom of Loen."

The officer couldn't put it down anymore. Hearing Katami's words, he couldn't help but smile:

"Of course."

Katami also smiled, and everyone seemed happy at the scene where the cultural relics were being sold.

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Medici said: "Lord, it is ready."

The True Creator nodded and looked at the wooden picture frame placed on the carpet in the room.

It was a matter of great importance, and their movement to Rasha had to be as secretive as possible, leaving as little traces of mysticism as possible. Therefore, they left the corresponding spiritual world coordinates on Rasha early and opened the door directly to avoid possible dangers on the way.

Accidents will occur.

"Confirm again for the last time."

"OK."

"Three drops of Ourolius's blood."

"Bring it."

"Blessings and Spells of the Angel of the Word."
To be continued...