Others appeared around the round table one after another and greeted each other. The blood warrior Brunaph arrived last. He looked at Aslante first, then opened his mouth and shouted with a thunderous roar:
"Hello everyone, starting from this gathering, my title will be changed to the unstoppable patriarch and the husband of Miss Shadow Priest!"
"..."
Before you attended the meeting, you used "I" to cover it up. Griffith couldn't help but touch his forehead.
Everyone present was silent. Aslante raised her hand and threw a fear spell at him, causing Brunave to run around the table several times.
The majestic figure of Mr. Hermit appeared on the upper seat, and all the participants stood up and saluted him. He nodded slightly, and the meeting, which was like a gathering of primary school students, became solemn and solemn.
What a strange place, Griffith couldn't help but mutter in his heart. He stood up respectfully and expressed his sincere thanks to Mr. Hermit, Mr. Stargazer and all the guests for the help he had received.
The mysterious existence did not react at all, but one could feel that his eyes were watching Griffith peacefully. After a moment, he slowly said: "The threads of life from the virtual realm are trying to interfere with reality, at certain costs.
You will eventually have to pay.
"Stopping his plot or defeating his agents in reality will yield high rewards.
"You can start discussing and trading."
Mr. Hermit issued a mission? Griffith was not yet familiar with the rules here. He looked around to see how others would react.
"Wise Mr. Hermit, the power of the righteous gods is being mobilized, and the creator from the virtual realm is also obstructing the plan of life weaving," Mr. Arbiter said first, "Can I understand that the upcoming war will be...
A battle between gods and agents of alien gods?”
The hermit nodded slightly.
The coming war, the war of God's agents... Griffith's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at the participants one by one.
Miss Magician requested to speak: "Mr. Arbiter, will the creator of the virtual realm you mentioned be an ally of the Seven Gods?"
The referee couldn't answer the question and turned to the party host for advice.
Mr. Hermit answered her question: "The thread of life from the virtual realm, the evil spirit, the Lord of Creation and the God of Nightmares will give it, and then ask for a high price. They are hunters who cannot enter."
These four names made everyone present tremble with fear. Griffith was even more touched by the word hunter. He found Miss Lover and Aslante lowering their heads, wishing they could cover their ears.
"How much time do we have?" Mr. Brave, who does not belong to this era, asked, with a slight tremor in his tone. "How long will it take for the outer gods to arrive?"
For a moment, Griffith noticed the commotion in the party. Everyone was silent, but tension and worry enveloped the place like invisible water.
Mr. Hermit replied: "A few years, or hundreds of years, depends on the decision of this world."
Mr. Stargazer, the participant who was already sure to be Sidious looked directly at Griffith: "The tentacles of the virtual realm are spreading to reality and lurking. Once we discover anything, we should inform each other immediately.
"
The brave man who does not belong to this era, the blood warrior, and the arbiter nodded together.
Mr. Hermit seemed unwilling to say more on the subject.
"Then, let's get started," Mr. Arbiter continued to promote the meeting. "Although the Outer God is about to scare me to death, business must continue. I hope to exchange information and understand the orcs' war preparations, attack directions and plans.
.It can be exchanged publicly or privately. I can provide property, food, weapons, and mysterious items as consideration."
Good guy, I like this part! Griffith suddenly became energetic. For a long time, he was restricted by his studies and lacked understanding of the intelligence outside Homemonworth.
According to his habits in the Eastern battlefield, even when money is at its most tight, he will save money to buy intelligence from merchants, logistics troops and sailors to understand the situation in other battlefields and when supplies may be overwhelmed and interrupted.
After arriving in Beyeland, although he did not lose this habit, he no longer had any free time to go out and collect intelligence.
Without enough intelligence support, Griffith felt that a large part of his strength had been suppressed. Mr. Hermit's party finally provided him with an important piece of the puzzle.
Everyone present turned their attention to Brunave and Aslante.
"We are mobilizing for war, but it will take time to assemble the army," Brunave said nonchalantly. "Unfortunately, I have no information to exchange, and the details are not available to me."
Miss Shadow Priest added: "This will be a big war, no less big than the war that ended on the Eastern Front a year ago. I can get the list of generals and some information on the two fronts of the Clan Alliance, if you need it.
."
"I need it very much," the arbitrator replied, "then, let's communicate alone, and the materials will still be delivered to you through the previous method?"
Aslante nodded: "Give the supplies directly to the Blood Warrior, and he will arrange a way to receive them."
Miss Lover let out a small "wow" and clapped her hands. Brunov's burly body twisted directly on his seat.
After Miss Troll finished speaking, she stared at the Blood Warrior and said, "The material arrangements are waiting for my notification."
"Dear, um, Miss Priest, you can say whatever you want!" Brunave roared, swallowing a few words that he was about to spit out, and replaced them with more appropriate ones.
Hey? Doesn’t Aslante still want to test this orc? Why are they progressing so fast? Brunave, you can do it!
Griffith became confused, but quickly gave up his initial thoughts.
No, no, why does this troll girl sell information about her own people so naturally? It seems that she and the arbitrator have cooperated before. The forces behind her must have their own plans and have been waiting for the right opportunity.
Wait, two front armies? The front armies of the Clan Alliance are the highest-level strategic units. Each front army is an army composed of more than two legions and auxiliary legions equivalent to Beyeland. How could she get such important information?
?
Aslante's background is not good, and the support from her family may be very limited. So, is her action the will of the God of Night and Shadow, one of the Seven Gods, or is it the lone act of some members of the parish?
At this time, Miss Magician glanced at Griffith, who was thinking: "Mr. Death Knight will definitely fight, right?"
Griffith nodded and confirmed. His military identity cannot be concealed, and he has no intention of concealing it.
"Then, I want to ask you something."
Miss Magic applied for a private interview, bringing Griffith into an isolated space.
Her appearance is unrecognizable and her voice has changed, allowing her to express her expectations without fear.
"Mr. Death Knight, if my guess is correct, you should be a young officer from Beyelan."
"Yes."
"Hmm~" Miss Magician thought for a while, "Although I can't see clearly, I guess based on your momentum and demeanor, combined with your ability to join this party, you are probably a cavalry officer of the Guards, right?"
"You are really perceptive," Griffith did not hide it, "that's true."
Miss Magician felt a little happy:
"I would like to ask you to pay attention to the girl in Anjou. If there is anything abnormal about her on the front line, please inform me immediately through Mr. Hermit. For your information, I can provide money, mysterious materials or other information and occult knowledge in exchange.
.”
"Mr. Hermit?" This request and contact information are a bit unexpected. Griffith is very enthusiastic about exchanging information.
"Yes, when you need it, you can contact Mr. Hermit through Lord Minos to make a request."
"I understand, but," Griffith thought for a moment, "what abnormalities will the Saint have?"
Miss Magician took two steps in the night-like space and sorted out her thoughts:
"Judging from the information I have obtained, she is a saint of the Holy Light Church. She is a beautiful, pure and kind girl. She lives a simple life, is brave in battle, and possesses unimaginable charm, affinity and the power to perform miracles.
.However, her true appearance and origin are unknown. I will know this information sooner or later, but, as of now, there are mysterious forces exerting obstacles.
"If the prince leads the army in battle, the saint will definitely lead the believers of the Holy Light to come to support. This is reasonable from all aspects, and it should be so. With the support of the Holy See, the trust of the people, and military power, if the war is won and prestige is gained,
Isn't the power in the prince's hands too powerful?
"There should be many forces that don't like to see this scene.
"I have a hunch that the Holy Light Church or some other organization may be planning an undetectable conspiracy."
Griffith expressed his approval of this. The selection and training of saints in Holy Light Church had long been prohibited by the new canon. He subconsciously beat his chest in greeting and accepted Miss Magician's request.
After they returned to the round table of the gathering, the arbitrator continued: "Are there any other requests or suggestions?"
Griffith hesitated, raised his hand and said: "I hope to know the information about Miss Iletia of Homemonworth. If anyone has heard of her, I can pay currency or provide other information in exchange."
The guests present had no reaction and had never heard of this person. Although the scene was a bit embarrassing, it was also reasonable.
Griffith cast his eyes at Miss Lover, and found that she was also looking at him, and smiled slightly.
…
The party ended half an hour after it started. Before leaving, Griffith confirmed with Mr. Hermit that before the next party started, he could apply through the ring to request assistance from Mr. Hermit or other participants.
In a daze, he returned to the stairs he had just ascended. There was nothing strange around him, and no one noticed it. Going to the party and back were very convenient and hidden.
However, this is not an option in the long run. Attending Mr. Hermit's party will actually move your position. If you are bumped into by professors or noticed by others, it will cause a lot of trouble. You have to find a way...
…
Griffith put aside this idea for the time being, put on Han Guang and Judgment, slipped out of the dormitory quietly, went to the warehouse to get the grenade he had just received, and went outside the library of Silver Moon Tower.
It was already bedtime, but Griffith still had important things to do.
After experiencing more and more events, Griffith found that it was no longer possible for him to avoid the ancient gods and their tentacles extending out into the world.
In particular, both the principal and Professor Salorian are involved in the terrifying monsters in the Bellomont ruins. The existence of monsters is even involved in the secrets of the God of Dreams sleeping underground. If they are contaminated, Homemon Watts will
No longer safe.
But, having said that, there is no safe place in this world. Even the archons and relatives of Canaan can be destroyed overnight. What else is impossible to happen?
He summoned the blood puppet, gave it a bag of grenades and an oil lamp, and then called the bone ring:
"Minos, you control this puppet. If I don't come out within five minutes, you will light these things and detonate them on the spot."
What if the monster senior sister is not good for me, uses some means to isolate me from the outside world, and wants to eat me... Then the explosion will wake up the whole school. I should be able to hold on for five minutes.
After giving the order, Griffith thought about it carefully, but still felt uneasy: "If you and I are shielded in this tower, can you also control the puppet?"
"Information transmission and interference are complex subjects, and Minos cannot guarantee it," the bone ring replied. "For the sake of safety, it is recommended that Minos be kept on the puppet. Minos will strengthen the puppet, and it will be better in appearance, smell and
Achieve maximum simulation of all aspects such as eyes, and speak and act according to your instructions to avoid arousing suspicion from others and ensure the success of the detonation."
"Oh? That's an idea. You are really a smart guy." Griffith took off the ring and handed it to the puppet to put on.
As the bone ring became compatible with the aura of the puppet, two guys who looked the same and smelled the same stood in the moonlight, staring at each other with big eyes.
The would-be knight moved his wrist, and the puppet also moved its wrist. He shook his head, and the puppet also shook its head.
Griffith used his brain and gave silent instructions, and the puppet spoke in exactly the same tone as him: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
This thing works! It looks just like the real thing. In the future, when other girls ask me for tea and can’t refuse, I will ask Minos to drink the tea. He can even go to class and take exams for me! I can do it.
Turn the answer somewhere else to tell it!
What a great idea, as expected of me!
Griffith suddenly became interested and waved to the Silver Moon Tower: "You, go in with a grenade and have a conversation according to my instructions."
"Minos discovered that your two instructions were inconsistent. According to the previous plan, Minos should control the puppet to wait outside the tower."
"Yes," Griffith nodded, "I changed my mind. Come on, bring these grenades."
…
"Griffith" came to the deserted library and tapped on the bookshelf.
Soon, the pleasant rustling sound of the skirt brushing against the bookshelf and floor came from the stairs. The beautiful senior who appeared in the forbidden library appeared again:
"Good evening, Mr. Death Knight, why are you here alone?"
Her words directly revealed Griffith's identity. Strange spiritual energy fluctuations spread, and although they were not hostile, they enveloped the entire tower in silence.
"Good evening," Griffith held the grenade tightly and nodded to her while pretending to be trembling all over, "Miss Iletia, I'm here to talk to you."
"Bringing those thick and hard things to negotiate? Oh, you are so annoying, you look very ungraceful~" The beautiful woman with long black hair chuckled like a nightingale, "All I have is this little
It’s a small library, what else can be allowed?”
Her laughter made Griffith feel more relaxed, but he did not dare to be presumptuous at all and asked politely:
"I know some knowledge about you and Professor Salorian, and I may be drafted to the battlefield at any time. Before that, I want to know, what are you doing here? Will it cause any harm to the humans and elves here?
Danger?"
"What bad things can a librarian do?" Miss Lover shook her head helplessly, "Don't worry, Iletia is not a threat to anyone now, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with Salorian or anything like that.
.”
"Well, can you tell me why?"
"No, tell, tell, you!" Miss Lover said in a longer tone, somewhat mischievously, "You are not my boyfriend, why should I tell you my inner journey!"