Chapter 36 Amber is right, no wonder she never forgets you!
January 30th.
The monster attack that occurred last night shocked the entire town. A large number of military police and Beyonder teams enforcing the curfew were dispatched everywhere, searching streets and houses, and prying open the entrance to the sewer to encircle and suppress the monsters inside.
There are only a few hours left before the Winter Parliament convenes. The attack killed many citizen representatives from other provinces. For the safety of other participants, the meeting should be temporarily adjourned and held at another time.
Although the sewers in Bremi Town are not as large as the underground projects in Beyeland, they cannot be cleared in a short time. Concentrating on the search will inevitably weaken the control and warning forces on the ground, which means that the winter parliament
Working safely can have its challenges.
However, according to the information Griffith received, the officials seemed eager to convene the meeting and had no intention of giving in.
In other words, the importance of the upcoming meeting has reached a point where it is worth taking risks with the senators, the Arcane Council and the citizen representatives from all over the place.
Griffith booked a suite in a nearby hotel, asked the waiters to prepare a bathtub of hot water, and brought canned peaches and honey wine, and prepared to rest for a few hours.
Roland said "There will be a storm in Beyeland."
The Senate and the Arcane Council couldn't wait to hold a meeting.
A painter suspected of being the hand of God is selecting candidates for the coming crisis.
Many clues are intertwined, all indicating that a drastic change is imminent.
Griffith lay down in the hot water and took a breath of comfort. The intense tension and anxiety consumed a lot of his energy, but he didn't know how to guard against it or where to start.
The hot water wrapped around him, relieving the fatigue of his brain, and indescribable comfort spread throughout his body. Soon, he fell into a hazy sleep, struggled to wipe his body, and lay down on the bed.
In a trance, he dreamed of the bone ring Minos, and then he saw the figure of Neferti. Griffith was still a little conscious, and he vaguely felt that dreaming of a girl other than Galadia was not loyal enough.
.
As soon as this idea came up, Neferti's image became ethereal. Naira and Prince Commodus appeared in his mind.
What they were talking about was very soft and hard to hear clearly. Griffith was extremely curious in his sleep and wanted to get closer. Then, he actually got closer to the two people they were talking to.
Overheard some conversations.
"I have completed the arrangements, Your Highness, you will get the opportunity you have dreamed of, it is up to you whether you can seize it or not."
"Why should I believe you, devil? Your head is what I want," the prince drew out his glorious holy sword and shouted in a deep voice, "I will never betray my country."
"First of all, it must be your country. Haha, since you still have illusions, you might as well wait until you return from the Sacrifice of the Chosen One and then open your eyes and see. You will accept the reality."
This image came and went in a hurry, turning into clouds and disappearing in the blink of an eye. Griffith woke up from his sleep with a sudden inspiration.
He looked at the timer and saw that it was very close to the six o'clock positioning time for the Chosen One. After the unstable crystal of the Chosen One's emblem was given to Galadia, he could not receive the positioning and would not be involved in the battle.
Positioned by the chosen one.
Having said that, there seemed to be no fierce battle or powerful psychic fluctuation last night... Griffith stood up, wrapped a towel and walked to the reception room, preparing to eat some dessert and think about his next action.
The canned yellow peaches and honey wine are placed on the table in the living room. No one will disturb you, so you have to enjoy it. I have overused my brain during this period, which is not good for my health. Well, a piece of yellow peach can solve this problem.
Let me calm down.
If one piece doesn't work, just two pieces...
"Bang!"
The moment he opened the door, Griffith heard a noise, as if something fell to the ground.
He was taken aback, and just as he was about to put up a posture, he saw Erza on the couch next to the empty table, stretching her mature lines, waving to him: "Good morning, my dear little minion!"
"..." Griffith looked around, "Where is my canned yellow peach?"
"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've already developed a new hobby~" Erza wiped her mouth and said with a smile, "How do you feel about wearing women's clothing?"
"Where's my canned yellow peaches?"
"Hey~ You, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I even took care of your elf lady. Don't you have anything else to say to me?"
"Where's my canned yellow peach?" Griffith turned around and returned to the room, put on his clothes, and reached out to grab Hanguang for guilt.
"Tsk, tsk~" Erza leaned against the door and looked at the knight's back, "The lines are good, Amber was right, no wonder she never forgets you!"
Griffith hurriedly interrupted her: "You came to me because of something difficult?"
Erza's eyes sparkled: "I need a good meal and your company."
"Please speak human language."
"I've been on the move all night and need something delicious to eat. I'll need your cover for the rest of the day."
"Isn't it nice to say that from the beginning~" Griffith called the waiter and asked for a basket of croissants, honey, roasted capon and hot chocolate.
The two sat around the table. Griffith spread honey on the bread and asked a question he had always been curious about:
"Why are you also the chosen one?"
The chosen ones all have extraordinary family backgrounds and inheritances. Erza is indeed amazing and talented, but as far as Griffith knows, she is not a noble, let alone a famous family. She can't be a fugitive princess...
Just as Griffith was thinking about it, the huntress turned sideways, almost leaning on his shoulder, and the delicious warm breath touched his earlobe. The heavy pressure made Griffith breathless.
In the second year of serving in the East, Griffith's unit had a new squadron leader. He had fiery red hair, heroic appearance, and curves full of strength and maturity, just like the Valkyrie in the story.
It's so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.
The sixteen-year-old petty officer's throat felt like it was on fire. A strange feeling fermented in his heart, making him both awe and yearning.
The index finger gently slid across Griffith's chin and hooked upward:
"The secret makes a woman more feminine."
"..." Griffith felt a stream of fire coming out of his heart, and he didn't want to eat the honey bread. "So, what have you been doing recently?"
"Study according to the regulations," Erza said without reservation on this issue. "After serving in the combat force, junior officers who are promoted to mid-to-high-level command sequences need to participate in higher-level training in the academy. I am a huntress, and I can work in the Beacon
While serving as an instructor, I completed the two-year advanced command course. This summer I can serve as the commando captain. With my status as a transcendent, I can become the flag captain before the age of thirty.
"Griffith, you will be like this in a few years."
This is really fast. Professor Heinz is still serving as the flag captain for a long time. Griffith secretly admires it. According to this, it won't be long before Erza can serve as the person in charge of military affairs in one direction.
, stand alone.
"Rather than this, you should be more concerned about what wishes I have that I want to realize through the Sacrifice of the Chosen One."
"Huh?" Griffith didn't expect this.
"The status and background of the chosen ones are different, but one thing is common," Erza said, "Only strong obsession and the will to turn a certain wish into reality can get the attention of the gods and gain
Qualifications. The prince is like this, the elf who is always in denial is like this, I am like this, and your elf lady is like this. Without exception, we all have a wish that must be realized."
Is that so? Griffith was surprised.
He couldn't even imagine what kind of desire Galadia would have, strong enough to attract God's attention.