After dinner, Griffith returned to his room to wash up and then went out. At this time, he had no reason to stay in his cabin, and planned to spend the night on the floor of Galadia's room.
The Typhon's hull design adopts a traditional structure. On the deck are the mast, captain's cabin and long-range weapons. Guest rooms, restaurants, conference rooms and information rooms are all in the first-floor cabin below the deck, and are distributed on the second and third floors.
Psychic generator, warehouse, sailor's quarters, galley and bilge.
Thanks to the blessing of magic, a crew of less than fifty people can complete navigation and service work in shifts, allowing important passengers to have a comfortable space.
"The speech just now was really good," Griffith said as soon as he entered the room and sat down on the sofa in a familiar manner. "I feel like the Archon of Canaan is sitting in front of me."
"real?"
Galadia was writing at her desk. It seemed that there was something important that needed to be done tonight.
"What are you writing? Can I help?" Griffith asked.
"Um...is this~
"The Canaan city construction adjustment plan and draft resolution will be voted on by the Senate at the meeting next month. I am drafting my own opinions."
Griffith thought of the magical country he had visited in the birch and maple forest. It was the center of the magical world surrounded by endless forests, swamps and frozen soil, decorated with white towers and suspended crystals.
The "eternally glorious" wonderful city on the banks of the Tirne River.
"What needs to be adjusted there?" Griffith felt that the construction of Canaan was perfect enough, and even the underground world of the sewers had a different artistic conception.
"Adjust the energy supply," Miss Elf said. "The transmission efficiency of the underground magic energy network is getting worse and worse, and faults are so frequent that some urban areas can no longer sustain it this winter. The preliminary opinion submitted to the Senate is to repair the pipelines and reduce the transmission process.
waste, then abandon part of the city and concentrate the residents.”
"..."
When Griffith heard this, he thought the girl was joking.
However, Galadia's expression was very serious: "The Canaan Senate finally clarified the situation and confirmed my seat as a senator, so I only have control over these situations."
"Are you a veteran?"
"That's right~ I'm already an adult! The members of the Villanoy family suffered heavy losses in the summer incident. The situation of my brother is unclear, so I can only be responsible. Ashura, Melrose, Harlan
Dill and the others are the people my mother called to assist me," Galadia said. "There is also an endless stream of elves contacting me, hoping that I will respond to their appeals and provide shelter."
So, not only Beyeland is facing a financial and parliamentary crisis, but the situation in Canaan is not optimistic either. Is this a coincidence... Griffith looked at Miss Elf and fell into deep thought.
"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
Galadia, who was writing quickly, raised her quill and shook it towards Griffith, "Don't be in a daze. Take a rest while you have time. You can sleep on the sofa."
Galadia restrained her usual somewhat out-of-the-box personality. She sat at the desk, her long black hair like a waterfall, hanging down on her slender waist along her slim figure.
Hey, she looks so pretty when she looks serious! Griffith couldn't help but cross his legs and put his chin on his hand to admire it.
"Don't use your brain~" the elf said.
"I don't."
"Then why are you staring at me?" Galadia turned around, "Because you are here, and I can't even concentrate."
"I'm thinking……"
"What are you thinking about?"
"I thought about Krista."
"What's your daughter's name?" Galadia suddenly tightened her grip on the pen, "Please cherish this opportunity to organize your words!"
"Do you still remember Krista's state in front of believers?" Griffith expressed his worries calmly, "Whenever believers of the Holy Light and their faith gather, her personality will be weakened.
, the concept of Anjou girl is strengthened and can even dominate her actions."
"Are you trying to say that I was controlled and my personality changed drastically? Just now, the will of some god or strong man came and said those words?" Miss Elf reacted quickly and immediately took over, "No, that's not right.
Well! Please call this my growth!”
"This is a really fast growth rate," Griffith said. "When we were adventuring in the Black Realm, you couldn't even deal with a swarm of cockroaches; even in October, when we were fighting in Odessa, you were not like this.
All in all, it was a bit sudden.”
Galadia looked at the ceiling above her head and thought for a while:
"If you say so...
"When Sonia and the others were in danger in Verona, you rushed to the rescue alone. At that time, did you independently command a brigade or a squadron? Were you independently responsible for the logistics and battlefield intelligence of combat troops?"
"No." Griffith replied honestly.
"Yes, but in such an environment, as a trainee knight and petty officer, you not only immediately came up with a reinforcement plan, but also gained control of the local city defense army and militia, using limited supplies to repeatedly mobilize the rebels and destroy their
offensive, and finally cleverly deployed the decisive battle to win with fewer people. Isn't it strange that such operational and military talents suddenly popped up?"
"I was forced," Griffith sighed, "and I had the help of Er and Fiona."
Galadia smiled:
"Isn't this right? Responsibility makes people grow.
"Before coming to Bijran, all my friends lived in Canaan. That is my hometown, Alyosha and Celia, um, the daughter of Ms. Thrandis. You have met them, too.
Their home is home to hundreds of thousands of kind-hearted citizens.
"Now, my compatriots are shivering in the cold night because of insufficient heating, insufficient food, hot water, and medicine. When I heard the news, I just wanted to go back and do my best to help."
Griffith nodded. Although he did not witness the difficulties in Canaan with his own eyes, it was not difficult to understand. Galadia is the daughter of the former consul and the current senator. It is important for her to contribute to overcoming the current difficulties.
As it should be.
"This is also the reason why I said what I just said," Galadia continued, "The Senate's investigation showed that the root cause of the current problem is a problem with the supply of magic power.
Losses are taken seriously.
"If the Sacrifice of the Chosen One can achieve a miracle, the problem in Canaan will be easily solved. This is worth our risk."
"Easy?" Griffith couldn't help but frowned.
"Of course," Miss Elf replied, "the miracle will bring sufficient energy to Canaan again, whether it is in the form of magic or other forms, it doesn't matter, this will fundamentally solve the problem."
"But what if neither you nor Amon get a miracle?"
"Then we can only use the alternative plan," Galadia sighed softly, "For many years, Canaan has been investing in the human world, acquiring land, reserving resources, and gaining allies. If nothing can be done,
These advance reserves will become the key to Canaan's survival."
This should be the reason why the elves invested in Roland, but they probably didn't expect that Roland planned to default on the debt from the beginning...
The two chatted for a while, and Griffith lay down to rest.
He fell asleep on the sofa, and he didn't know how long he had slept. Suddenly he felt someone shaking him.
"Griffith Griffith~"
Galadia's pleasant voice echoed in her ears. She must have encountered some serious emergency and abruptly called out the true identity of "Miss Laura."
Griffith immediately sat up and grabbed Han Guang and Judgment at the same time.
"There is danger," Miss Elf said. "Just after twelve o'clock, the location sensor of the chosen ones showed that there are two chosen ones near us!"
After saying this, Galadia rang the bell on the wall again, preparing to ask the waiter to alert the entire ship.
However, after waiting for a while, no waiter came. Canaan's best magic speedboat fell into silence.
problem occurs!
Griffith hurriedly protected Galadia: "Don't go out yet, use the Scroll of True Sight to check for nearby psychic signals."
The Scroll of True Vision is a mysterious item that Miss Elf just used not long ago. It can use psychic ripples as a medium to conduct large-scale precision searches. After the diffused psychic ripples come into contact with other psychic creatures, the echoes will reveal their locations.
The logo is on the reels. The more powerful the target, the stronger the signal.
A delicate silk-like touch spread out immediately. In the dark, Griffith heard an ethereal echo.
"Ding dong——"
The Scroll of True Sight has been activated.
The knight and the elf looked at the scroll together, and saw the light spots marking themselves and several groups of firefly-like lights nearby. At the edge of the scroll, the sky-blocking light spots were sweeping towards them...