Griffith, Lana, Ophelia and Midian Maier gathered in the small conference room. Since the incident in Beyelan, the two former royal families, Shutoral, have been following Griffith.
, and was not harassed again.
"The Sacrifice of the Chosen One should have ushered in a miracle in the ruins of Anok," Griffith said, "But, for some reason, the miracle did not come. Instead, the last few chosen ones and the unstable psychic energy
The crystallized energy fuses and becomes a container of huge spiritual energy."
Immediately, the fantastic light of three crossed swords shone in his eyes, and the majestic momentum almost transformed into form.
Lana smacked his tongue slightly: "According to the theory of advanced advent techniques, you have become a vessel of miracles. I personally think this is very dangerous, but, looking at the bright side, even the Senate does not dare to neglect potential miracles."
"The implication is that the fight must continue," Midenmaia said. "The victory in the Miracle Battle has not yet been decided, which is completely different from what was promised. Bijaland and Canaan can count on the miracle to come soon.
"
Rana held a stack of reports and said to his friends:
"Since struggle is inevitable, Griffith cannot give up such precious resources.
"Speaking of business.
"Some of the Praetorian Guards who directly belong to the royal family and did not leave with Commodus are being examined by a special committee sent by the Senate. The interrogator asked them to explain their attitude towards the royal family and the reasons why they stayed. Everyone expressed their opinion and everyone passed the test.
"There are many people who believe that Commodus lost his legal inheritance the moment he became a regicide and have no confidence in his so-called career. Of course, there are also many people who followed him. These people passed through Milan not long ago
The southern territory of the Grand Duke of Tis, where he escaped from his pursuers and boarded a ship to go to the southern province."
"Where is the Kingslayer now?" Ophelia asked.
"I don't know," Lana replied. "Commodus did not attack the main towns in the province of Emmon. He just collected some supplies and headed south. At this time, he may have crossed the border and entered the territory of the trolls."
Beyeland's southern province "Emon" is a fertile, warm and humid newly conquered territory. The banks of the large river "Sey" flowing from south to north are covered with fertile farmland and plantations rich in products. It is Beyeland's southern province.
The favorite area of Lan's investors and immigrants, it is also the most abundant fruit watered by the ever-victorious army with the blood of the troll natives.
Griffith's family also moved to Carolyn, the largest city and port here, the year before last. Due to his busy studies and military affairs, he had not yet taken a family vacation.
However, having said that, Griffith Brandon is already Griffith de Ravenel, and the second son who has no inheritance rights can be regarded as a man of cultivation and can start a family of his own.
Griffith was distracted for a moment while holding Elodie's pendant box, and then turned his attention to the map on the table. After claiming that he had become the Hand of God and had the qualifications to touch miracles, his status rose, and many people
Offer him goodwill, but there is still a certain distance between forming your own power.
There aren't many people around him.
Lana is a good friend and strong ally who is worthy of being entrusted, but his loyalty must be dedicated to the Sharon family. If he decides to marry Fiona based on the interesting family tradition, he must not listen to Fiona~
Ophelia and Midianmaia are both outstanding talents. The rescue of Midianmaia made Griffith offend a group of nobles, but he didn't care at all. This clear and overly public action made him express his attitude, as long as
With further improvement in strength, some of the imperial guards who originally belonged to the royal family can be won over.
There are many outstanding talents in the Guards without the king, but who said that power, treatment and respect must be distributed according to ability? Sooner or later, they will be eliminated by the Senate and the nobles, absorbed, and their existing positions will be vacated.
to others, so new leaders and patrons are urgently needed.
Commodus, who fled south, was a candidate. His regicide and rebellion had strong mystical implications, and everyone suspected that he might be going to the south to summon some miracle there. This thought attracted many praetorians and wealthy businessmen.
Gentlemen were attracted to him and served him.
If Griffith wants to build a powerful army, then he cannot allow anyone in his team to still look at Commodus, and must give up this thought; nor can he allow so many manpower and materials to gather in
Under Commodus, we must fight for it.
In a word, Commodus must be eliminated. This is not a personal grudge, but a simple dispute of interests that cannot be simpler.
"In this case, the Senate will send you to fight sooner or later," Ophelia said to Griffith. "As your staff, I need to explain the situation at hand."
"Please tell me, Ophelia," Griffith smiled, "in my future army, you will become the chief of staff."
Ophelia pointed to the southernmost point of the province of Emmon.
"To the south of the province is the Shagai Sand Sea, which is located to the west of the Sarnas crater. It is a scorching area full of quicksand under a cloudless sky. The mountains here hide many huge caves, criss-crossing them, and some are even deep.
Reaching 100 meters below the surface.
"The Xagai Sand Sea hides many mysteries. This place is mostly deserted, but there are many huge creatures. The sandworm, a close relative of the earth-burrowing bug, has dug a huge network of underground tunnels. Many weird creatures are entrenched in the tunnels.
, dangerous and crazy.
"The most daring adventurers dare not explore the depths of the tunnel. According to those who have returned alive, there are incredible things hidden there.
"This sea of sand cannot support the supply of an army. Commodus should head to Sarnath Crater to the east, where the Zul'tira troll is the ruler and has always been known for its ruthlessness and dark magic.
"At its most prosperous period, the number of trolls in Zul'tira may have reached about 200,000. They cultivated swamp paddy fields and terraces, and produced food that could feed the booming population. Craftsmen made artworks with obsidian, bone horns, and shells.
They make cotton fabrics, carve stone inscriptions, and paint pottery and murals. Merchandise trade is very prosperous. Whenever the population grows to a certain size, priests will lead believers to leave their homes to find new cities and form new clans.
"They built a city deep in the crater. The "Avenue of the Dead" connects the entire territory. In the north stands the Pyramid of the Moon. There are many temples on both sides of the avenue, including the highest Pyramid of the Sun. At the southern end of the "Avenue of the Dead" is the Blood Temple.
.The underground is also a criss-crossing labyrinth of tombs. At the end of the First Age, this civilization was destroyed.
"It is said that an ancient giant beast is sleeping in a lair on the top of a certain pyramid, and the trolls worship it as a god."
"Isn't this guy Commodus going there to awaken this mythical creature?" Rana shook his head, "From a military perspective, it may be a powerful weapon, but such absurd evil and disaster will make him the world's most powerful weapon."
Public enemy."
"It sounds like this," Griffith said, "I am destined to be sent to the local area with some selected people to encircle and suppress the regicide who has become the public enemy of the world. After he is eliminated, the power of miracles will be more concentrated."
"And you will be in charge of the forces left by Commodus," Ophelia raised her eyebrows, "I wonder if it will go so smoothly."
…
After the meeting, everyone left the reception room. Griffith still had several meetings to attend. Ophelia and Midianmeier walked side by side, looking through the glass windows in the corridor at the people coming and going downstairs.
Entrance exam for freshmen candidates.
Midian Maier was thoughtful: "Why did Commodus kill the late king? Could it be that he was bewitched or under some kind of mysterious control? I feel that the entire country is being pushed by invisible forces and sliding step by step into the abyss."
"Mysterious control?" Ophelia glanced at him and chuckled, "Should it be said that the desire called profit turns into a monster to control it, or that the laws of history carry us towards the inescapable cliff.
Drive away."
"How to say?"
"You have also seen that the power of the citizen class has become stronger than ever before, thanks to Roland's steam engine. They drained swamps, reclaimed farmland, dug mines, and crossed the sea. Mortals have done many extraordinary things.
If nothing else can be done, then why should we obey the order of the past?
"Mortals could have become allies of the royal family to fight against the Senate and the nobility. But Aurelius's martial law made him stand on the opposite side of the civil class. Regardless of whether this order was true or false, the result has already occurred. Kang
If Maode does not want to become a puppet of the Senate, he must express his stance to the citizen representatives and show his sincerity."
"Becoming a regicide for this?" Midianmeiya still found it difficult to accept, "This is pushing our country into a full-scale civil war."
"Isn't it good?"
"Is this a good thing?"
Ophelia obviously thinks this is a good thing. She is not sad at all, but is in high spirits:
"This world was originally founded by 500 warriors who overcame all obstacles. They and their descendants became senators, nobles and parliamentarians, but their bloodline has decayed over time. The nobles have become more and more irredeemable people."
"There are good people too," Midianmaiya said, "many of whom are our friends."
"Indeed, but after more than a thousand years, Beyelan's aging body has accumulated too much pus and blood, and surgery is necessary... At this point, no matter what happens, there is nothing to complain about, anyway, no one
Able to live forever.
"I would not be surprised at all if one day industrialists, farmers and wealthy businessmen take over this country and reality increases and mystery decreases."
"This is easier said than done," Midianmaia fell into thinking. "How difficult it is for mortals to fight against extraordinary beings. What a catastrophe it will be."
Ophelia's eyes shone. She took Midianmeier's arm and said with some yearning:
"I didn't say it was going to be easy.
"History is just like people. When it wakes up from sleep, it will feel dry. The Beyelan royal family is going to perish. Although the Senate still exists, it will perish sooner or later. History is necessary
Drinking a lot of blood. Even if history has drunk enough blood, it is only a matter of quantity, but what about the quality? Sacrifice is even noble, enough to please the cruel god."
They were walking and chatting, and when they passed by the corner of the stairs, they met a blond girl wearing a blue and white dress. She was a little tired, panting, and the tips of her hair were wet with a thin stream of fragrant sweat.
On the stairs not far away, Desai stood with his sword in hand. Surprised and confused, he was ready to attack like a cheetah. He saw the two people walking by and shouted hurriedly:
"Captain Midianmaia, please support me!"
What is going on? Midian Maier felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy. The charming girl in front of him had considerable strength, and she looked inexplicably familiar, so he couldn't help but take a second look.
"Do you know each other?" Ophelia suddenly squeezed Midianmaiya's arm.
"I don't know her," Gale Wolf repeatedly denied, "I just think she looks familiar."
"Aha~ I understand. When a man sees a beautiful girl, he will feel that she looks familiar and has some connection with him."
"Impossible! It doesn't happen! I didn't!" Midianmaiya jumped up.
The girl and Desai who were standing up and down the stairs were attracted by the movements of the two people. They both moved their eyes over and looked at them.
"If you are waiting for Griffith, then go ahead, he will be free now," Ophelia said, waving to Desai, "Don't be nervous, kid, this lady is not your enemy."
"Sister, who are you~?" The girl quickly turned around and looked at Ophelia, with all the courtesy and courtesy.
"Please introduce yourself before asking others their names."
After hearing this, the girl who had been confronting Desai for a while obediently lifted up her skirt and made a nice curtsey.
For a moment, Desai at the bottom of the stairs vaguely saw the delicate and warm scenery of the southern country under the warm wind, which made people fascinated. In the blink of an eye, he completely forgot about the crisis just now and the bad battle in Verona.
Before he could take a closer look, he heard a self-introduction that made his heart beat faster.
"Good day, I am Saya Blanton, the sister of the knight Griffith de Ravenel. I am looking for a letter of recommendation from my brother!"