The meeting fell into an awkward silence. Oscar and the other messenger who came to meet Aaron were frustrated and didn't speak. Mika was like a sharp dagger, waiting for his boss to swing it out.
Gulam? Their former official name was Westeros. It seems that Oscar and his companions have established a new armed group, and they are still on the side of the rebels... Griffith is very curious, but...
Now he had no chance to learn more.
"Ilvash's guidance is with you, gentlemen."
Aaron nodded, announcing the end of the meeting. The three messengers bowed to him helplessly, turned and left.
"Belia, guide these gentlemen away," Aaron watched as the messengers disappeared into the shadows, turned to the aisle and said, "and then invite my guests over, okay? I can smell it from here.
The smell of his blood."
Griffith straightened his collar, tapped the light in his mouth, opened the condemning hammer, and walked out of the hiding place unhurriedly. Belia followed in small steps and came to Aaron's side.
"We meet again, son of prophecy."
"Good afternoon, knight, there are always many unexpected things in life," Aaron replied with a smile, and then glanced at the girl next to him who lowered his head, "You have done unnecessary things again. I have warned you again and again.
,Excessive curiosity and action are the paths to madness and destruction, my Belia.”
"Yes, Lord Aaron, I was wrong." Beria lowered her head and apologized softly.
"Please carefully reflect on the source of the error and what makes you feel the need to displease Miss Villanoy and her knight. Now, give me and Mr. Knight some time."
The girl hurriedly retreated. She just glanced at the lantern with flickering black fire, and the vision began to fade. Griffith heard the noise again.
Many figures turned from illusion to reality, and the teachers and students of Homemonworth appeared on the ship again. They seemed not to realize that anything strange had just happened.
"This is the unique ability of Belia and her sealed objects. It is very powerful, but combined with her own weak combat power and self-protection, it is a joke. Like many extraordinary people, their power must be treated with caution and
"Restrict and guide it," Aaron said to Griffith, "This world belongs to them and belongs to all extraordinary people who can access spiritual energy. It also belongs to us. Yes, in the final analysis, it is still ours."
Aaron expressed his meaning clearly with his eyes. This "us" refers to him and Griffith.
"us?"
"We," Aaron said, "after the little encounter in the Whispering Forest, I felt puzzling for a while why you ruined the plan. I once regarded you as equal to Belia and the others. Now, I have
Changed this view, Mr. Knight, you, like me, are destined to do something earth-shattering and great. There is no reason for hostility between outstanding people like us."
"If the mountain monster was not used to attack Homemon Watts, and the goblins did not get your instructions and support, I have no reason to be hostile to you."
Aaron smiled and did not answer Griffith's words. It seemed to him that the past unhappiness had been left behind and was not a big deal. He stretched out his hand and asked for the handbag that Griffith was still holding.
Holding the lantern, he said in a gentle and frank tone: "Miss Villanoy is interesting and charming, but her situation is dangerous. I can help you protect her.
"Since a long time ago, elves, as the first group in the world to systematically explore spiritual energy, opened a dangerous door. They received inexhaustible spiritual energy from a certain god and squandered it wantonly.
"Of course this kind of thing will not come without a price. Gods from outside will come to ask them to pay the price. Isn't a family as powerful as Villanoy almost devoured? This is just the beginning, and the end will come.
That moment is not far away.”
Aaron's tone seemed to be making a statement, but also seemed to be persuading: "Look, Mr. Knight, Miss Elf will disappear sooner or later. I can't say the specific time, maybe it will be later than the time you left her. But, Elf.
The absurd race is destined to perish, and humans will replace them and become the masters of the world.
"Then, most human beings will repeat the same mistakes and do the same stupid things. By that time, no one will be able to save the world."
Aaron pointed at the vast sea and looked in the direction of Beyelan:
"In the upcoming Sacrifice of the Chosen One, I hope to gain your friendship. I have a feeling that even though you are not the chosen one, you will still play a pivotal role in the future.
"I must win this trial, and together we can lead the world to purify and move forward.
"We cannot repeat the follies of the past two eras. Human beings must make full use of the weapon of psychic energy, transcend the confinement of this skin and the starry sky, and go to the sea of stars. As long as I win, helping your elf lady will be a matter of effort."
"It's an attractive suggestion, Aaron," Griffith nodded, "So, what's the price?"
Aaron opened his hands as if embracing the world:
"This false world."
…
After Griffith left, Aaron's friends Holov, Belia and Trotsky all gathered around him.
"Why do you care so much about Sonia's knights?" Holov asked, "The Knights of Desolation are indeed powerful, but they are not truly formidable enemies. Prince Commodus and the Eternal Denier of Odessa, we have joined forces with at least one of them.
It means more.”
Aaron pursed his lips, shook his head at his companions, and walked away muttering to himself: "Unobservable psychic invisibility, overwhelming impact on the caster, this kind of power is something that is not in the book, what about the Knight of Desolation?"
would have such power.
“Perhaps the experience in the Whispering Forest was no coincidence…
"Could it be that the old enemy buried in the dust of history has really awakened? Are you here for the end, or are you here for me?"
He came to the deck alone, jumped up and appeared at the top of the mast, looking down at Griffith who had joined Galadia and others, and then looked at the small boat carrying the rebel messenger quietly away:
"If so, let me prepare the hunting ground and the game, the perfect game,
"Before the fateful battle begins, Griffith, let me see your true power."
…
At night, Feiye fell into sleep amid tension and anxiety.
A slim figure quietly got up and walked to the secluded cabin. There, there were already two people waiting for her.
"Good evening, Miss Villanoy," Neferty raised the hem of her nightgown in embarrassment, "Good evening, knight."
This afternoon, Griffith and the others found Neferti and asked her to meet in the evening, otherwise they would expose her blood-sucking.
"Good evening, Neferty," Griffith replied as he sat deeply in the chair, and then said to Galadia beside him, "The experience not long ago made me discover that Neferty has a certain affinity for blood.
An abnormal desire. When she couldn't wait for blood, she had to attack small animals.
"In addition, she is likely to be the core of the sealed artifact, the ghost ship 'Alombis', and can summon and control this battleship to a certain extent.
"With this mysterious warship, we will gain unparalleled mobility advantages in the second phase."
Neferti opened her eyes wide in horror, looked at the knight, and then at the elf lady: "I can't contact Alombis very well yet. Whenever I enter that state, I can't control myself. Think about something
Strange thing."
Galadia said with enlightenment:
"This is a case of soul fusion. Neferti's consciousness acts as the soul of the ghost ship to a certain extent. This can effectively improve the operating efficiency of the sealed object, but it will one day swallow her consciousness.
, the two will be completely integrated.
"Resisting this fusion requires strong mental support. Her blood-sucking impulse is not because she is a vampire. It may be a degenerative phenomenon after human nature is weakened. Griffith, your life breath seems to be helpful in curbing this trend.
very effective.
"Miss Neferty, until we find a better way, all we can do is use Griffith's blood to maintain the status quo. When we arrive at Bayeran Port, I will contact my tribe to investigate the use of sealed artifacts.
methods and maintaining your own awareness.”
Hearing this, Neferti breathed a sigh of relief. She was very scared, worried that her secret would be leaked, and also worried that she would not get blood and be driven by the boiling desire in her body to become a monster.
She bent down, her nightgown almost falling off her shoulders, revealing her white and round shoulders and arms. She carefully approached Griffith and begged softly:
"Can, can you give me a little of yours...is that the one?"
Griffith has already been through this situation once...
But, it's still very embarrassing.
Griffith glanced at her and extended his index finger to her mouth: "Is there any requirement for the location of the blood?"
"No, no."
The girl opened her cherry mouth and bit the knight's finger with her small tiger teeth.
There was a slight sting on my fingertips, but it didn't seem like the skin had been bitten.
Griffith looked at her inexplicably and stretched his index finger into her mouth.
"Woo...Woo..."
Fiery and powerful fingers turned between the red lips and silver teeth, flicking the sensitive taste buds on the tip of her tongue. Neferty felt her head heat up, and her bright eyes were raised in confusion.
"Oh... don't be too, too hard, big..."
Galadia covered her face and turned away.
Neferti squeaked in protest, and the little tiger teeth bit hard but still failed. Instead, she let her fingers go deeper into Tan's mouth and squeezed the fragrant tongue.
Neferty almost fainted. She held Griffith's strong hand tightly and bit his fingers hard.
Griffith looked at the girl with slightly absent-minded eyes. There was a strange feeling on his fingertips, and something slippery and soft was wrapping around his fingers and sucking hard.
From a vampire's point of view, Neferty was extremely weak, and she couldn't suck it out even if she continued to suck it for a whole night. Griffith twitched his fingers, preparing to cut himself open and give it to her.
He exerted a little force, but he couldn't pull it out. The girl held his hand and held it tightly with her little mouth. As a last resort, he could only use a little more force.
"puff!"
The finger was pulled out, and crystal fluid dripped down the girl's mouth. Neferty almost fell on Griffith. She covered her mouth, with tears in her eyes, and looked at him aggrievedly.
.
"You are such an incompetent vampire~"
Griffith used a knife to cut a small slit on his finger and stuffed it back into the girl's mouth.