It's been two days since I returned to Brighton City.
The huge turmoil caused by Isis turned into an earthquake and natural disaster under the joint efforts of the nobles and parliament to conceal it. Although the members of the Hermitage did not know how the official organization handled it, they learned from the newsboy's morning newspaper that the Elf Forest and Brighton
The city seems to have reached a two-year truce agreement. No matter how you think about it, the elves who are trying to conquer the southern continent can only agree to a truce at this moment because of the appearance of Isis.
Elus was sitting by the window of the third-floor guest room, using the sunlight to draw a detailed outline of a huge body with the body of a bear and the head of a sheep on the white cardboard. On the large bed without quilts, a bandage was wrapped around the right side of Ya's head.
Arthur was looking through the various books that Guy had brought for him from the library. Arthur, who spent two full days adjusting to his condition, was much plumper than when he was in the bunker. He had basically returned to his previous strong body shape, but
The lost body parts still have to be repaired by the slowly recovering wood elemental power.
If the Hebrew ring had not been taken away by Mozkov's men, Arthur should not have to save a trace of elemental power to slowly repair his body.
"Elise, what are you drawing?" Arthur closed the book and asked Elise, who looked as beautiful as an oil painting under the sunlight. Her blond hair and the smile at the corner of her mouth added brilliance to the ordinary scenery around her.
In the past two days, after returning to Brighton City, the members of the Hermitage were arranged by Nighthawk to go to every corner of Brighton City to explore the news. In addition to the absolute combat power of Elus who guarded the Monument of Life, and those who wanted to take care of the collapse
In addition to Mrs. Inno, including Termasio, they are all looking around for news about Isis. Under the calm surface of Brighton City as usual, undercurrents are surging. How much impact does the reappearance of the old god have on the current Brighton City?
Threats no one can predict.
"Isis, I'm drawing Isis." Elusi showed Arthur the charcoal painting on hand. The God of Life depicted in the painting with carbon black pen is ferocious and terrifying. It is impossible to believe that a hundred years ago this was the person who was in charge of the soil and water of a country.
A god that everyone revered. Arthur was about to say something when there were many footsteps coming from the wooden stairs on the third floor outside the door. At least five or six people were heading towards Arthur's house. Elise stood up from the chair.
Planning to go out of the house to see who else was visiting besides Mrs. Ino, Arthur waved his hand to signal Elise not to move rashly. Judging from the orderly footsteps, it could not be those lazy people from the Hermit Society outside the house, so
Who else would come looking for me?
The door to the room was pushed open by Mrs. Inno. Her expression was particularly strange. Obviously, this guest would be unexpected. Arthur passed through Mrs. Inno and looked at the old man standing behind her. His expression gradually became serious. That was
The founder of the death game and one of the few powerful people in Brighton City, the old Marquis Mozkov. Mozkov stood in the aisle on the third floor with his herald and three or four other soldiers in brown uniforms, waiting until Ino
After the lady pushed the door of Arthur's room completely open, she used her diamond crutch to push Mrs. Inno aside and walked into Arthur's room.
"Mrs. Ardesno, please wait in the living room for a moment. I have something to say with this young man, okay?" Mozkov whispered to the herald, and the herald explained Mozkov's intention.
, and then everyone in the room looked at Arthur, waiting for his response.
"Madam, Elise, can you make some black tea for our Lord Marquis? Add some sage root. I like the unique flavor of the West End." Arthur put the book in his hand aside and at the same time conveyed a reassuring message to Elise.
Eyes. After Elise and Mrs. Inno left with Mozkov's men silently and worriedly, Mozkov tremblingly walked to the edge of Arthur's bed and sat down. Compared with when he was in the bunker, Mozkov
At this moment, Zykov is more like an old and kind old man, and his desire for bloodthirsty and excitement is just a dream. Only Arthur and Mozkov are sitting opposite each other in the room, and the stagnant atmosphere makes Arthur feel uncomfortable all the time.
He hid his intact left hand at his side. As long as Mozkov made any move, the seven-note scale would kill this two-faced old man.
Arthur, who was waiting quietly for Mozkov to tell his story, looked at Mozkov's slightly lowered eyes and had to speak first: "Dear Lord Marquis, what is the purpose of your coming here? You should know that our wizards are here.
’s territory.”
Mozkov didn't answer, but groped for something in his arms, and then threw a small rustic copper ring to Arthur: "This is yours. It's a pity that the game didn't go as I wanted.
The development of things is beyond my control, including those rats... The main reason I came here this time is to ask which old god that giant is. "
"Why do you think I know?"
"There must be a reason for his appearance in my Mandino Manor, right? It can be related to the resurrection of the old god. Apart from the dead Canon, I can only think of you."
"Tell me first, apart from me, Nighthawk, Sapalo and Jace, is anyone else alive from there?"
Mozkov shook his head slightly: "For the past two days, the army has been trying to use incendiary objects made of fire scabbards to burn the rats underground in my manor. Even if there are still living people, they will be burned to death like this. It's your turn to tell me now."
Who is that old god?"
Arthur sighed, and his eyes drifted involuntarily to the plain stone tablet placed in the corner. After putting on the Hebrew ring again, Arthur's continuous elemental power flowed through his body, and he slowly untied the Hebrew ring wrapped around his head.
The bandage on the lower part of the head has been restored, and the lost right side of the head has been restored: "That is the God of Life who was once driven to the Western Continent by many old gods in the Southern Continent. The name of the God is Isis. It seems that he is still in the recovery period."
The two fell into silence again. Naturally, Arthur would not mention that Isis went to Mandino Manor to find his own Monument of Life, nor would he mention that he had found the ruins of the Old Temple of Life in the east of Brighton City.
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For a long time, Mozkov sighed: "Isis dare not step into the Hiss Valley without permission. The old gods will not easily invade each other's territory. The god's appearance in my Mandino Manor must be his limit. Even if you
It’s okay to hide anything from me. Now Isis has turned to the Forest of Elves, and I don’t know what she plans to do. Then, there is one more thing..."
Arthur tilted his ear to show that he was listening, and Mozkov continued: "It is not correct that the game has no result. I have sent people to Sapalo and Jace to check the situation. They are still sick now, so they don't count.
Victory, and Nighthawk doesn’t know where he went, so I decided...to fulfill your wish as a winner, I will give you the corresponding money and a piece of land, so that you can realize your dream of starting a shelter..."
Mozkov continued to fumble for something in his arms, and then placed a paper title deed wrapped with a ribbon on Arthur's bed. Then he took out a blank check from Brighton City Bank with his name on it and handed it to him.
Arthur.
Arthur looked at the two things Mozkov handed over in disbelief. He never thought that Mozkov came here to give these things to himself. The death game unfolded beyond everyone's expectations. Isis'
His appearance put an end to the long-lasting war between humans and elves. "Master Marquis, do you really plan to give these things to me? I am a wizard. I don't think anyone in Brighton City, especially the nobles, would be so kind to wizards, right?"
Arthur gently pushed open the check and land deed. When it comes to money or power, Mozkov can destroy himself in ten thousand ways.
"I hate wizards. The stench on your body makes it hard for me to breathe, but I respect the process and result of everything. You are the winner of the game I consider, so I will give you what you want, and I will not take the initiative.
I can't decide what to do with the Arbitration Chamber, the Law Enforcement Team, and other nobles who are causing trouble for you. There will definitely be many difficulties in the process of setting up a wizard's sanctuary, and I won't care about the management and maintenance costs of your sanctuary every year.
It has nothing to do with me. Just feel free to continue with the gifts and kindness I gave you. I am not someone who goes back on this kind of thing."
After listening to Mozkov's words, Arthur dubiously took the land deed and check in his hands and unwrapped the ribbon. The location on the land deed was in Naqauuri, a small multi-racial city close to the Orc tribe in the Tari Plain.
The open space covers an area of about 4.5 square kilometers and is located on a hill next to Nakau. There is even a pond and a forest in the open space.
Nakawu is the first city in the Southern Continent that is jointly managed by multiple races. It does not belong to any race and will not be easily associated with any war. It can be regarded as the most peaceful area in the Southern Continent. Many wizards are here.
The city of Kau has its own safe house. By handing this land to Arthur, Mozkov obviously considered Brighton's attitude towards wizards.
Mozkov put up his crutches and stood up to leave: "Arthur, regarding Isis, I hope that if you know anything, you will take the initiative to tell the official organization of Brighton City. Say hello to Sapalo for me, and he should take the initiative to contact you."
You will go to Nakau together, provided that this old guy can survive."
"Next time we meet, Lord Marquis, we will be enemies. I will never forget the humiliation you gave me."
"Whatever you do, by the way, let me give you another interesting thing. There are also 'rats' in your Hermitage." After that, Mozkov looked at Arthur's increasingly ugly face and left the room.
