Galadia's spirituality was touched. There was a strange feeling, as if she was touching, embracing, and tearing him apart with her own hands...
She panicked and woke up from her groggy fatigue.
"Potion science, or alchemy, is the knowledge leading to the analysis, separation and recombination of matter. Is the origin pursued by alchemy to turn metal into gold, or is it the pursuit of the secret elixir of eternal life? No, this does not understand
The Essence of Alchemy.”
Professor Salorian, who was visiting Canaan, held a lecture in the courtyard of the terrace to explain the theoretical prospects of potions.
Galadia fell asleep for a while just now. The whole night of hiding, vigilance and panic exhausted her energy. She had no time to escape, and it became difficult to concentrate.
Neferty was absent from the lecture. The audience present were all young elves and nobles, as well as senior scholars. They stared at the formulas written by the professor with impeccable seriousness. However, if you pay a little attention, or go to
Throw a cup on the ground and you will find that they can jump up immediately and surround Galadia.
"Hmph~"
Miss Elf snorted softly and traced her fingers across the hem of her skirt. The mithril table knife was under her skirt and tied to her leg with a hair tie. The cold and hard touch pressed against her skin, making her twist subconsciously.
Not far away, Professor Salorian was still immersed in his knowledge.
The mystery of Canaan is always turbulent. When the mysterious atmosphere reaches its climax, the elves will leave the Nebula Temple, leaving Galadia and Neferti to the dangerous night. When the danger passes, the dignitaries and scholars will once again
Gather together and continue their big plan.
Tonight, Sequence 4 Sovereign "Law Ruler" Provis, Sequence 4 Astrologer "Star Imprisonment" Galilei, Sequence 4 Demon Hunter "Guardian of Order" Edina Lightblade have arrived one after another. They are Austrian
The three elven demigods who sit with Ms. Aviana on the Supreme Council of the Magic Council.
Including Lord Salorian who came to visit, there are five demigods here.
The elders, chosen gods, scholars and knights all came too. Almost all the big shots were here. They gathered together, so it couldn't be a dance... Galadia was dissatisfied and helplessly braced herself, staring at the professor as he wrote
The formula below.
In the field of identification and refining of magic materials and the theory and practice of potion preparation, referred to as alchemy or potion science, no one is more authoritative than Lord Salorian. In recent years, the elves' enthusiasm for this knowledge has obviously reached a higher level.
Galadia also knew that Griffith had a "Notes on Potion Preparation". The author of the notes was the young Salorian, and the recorded content was his thoughts and experiences in study and life. The two of them had private conversations.
Read it together.
Wouldn't that idiot come here? He would be killed... Galadia was so nervous that she was almost trembling. Dreams and fantasies have unique meanings in mysticism, and can even be equivalent to perception. If qualified
Riphis has really sneaked into Canaan, and what awaits him will be a dragnet-like pursuit and interception.
Canaan will never let go of the Chosen One's seal that comes to his door.
Galadia's thoughts were uncontrollable, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, until she heard the professor say:
"Potion science is the path to upgrade living beings to beings equal to gods. Those mediocre people whose minds are filled with the smell of copper and immortality, who are wandering in the past achievements, will never be able to touch the realm of ultimate beings.
"If we say, the magic spell leads to the composition and origin of spiritual energy.
"Then, what potions science pursues is a pure carrier.
"Which path is the evolution of the ultimate creature? I think you can try every path, but creatures have their limits.
"Flesh and blood has limits, and there is not much room for growth anymore.
“Psychic energy without a carrier cannot be maintained in the material plane for a long time;
"What is God?
"Let us remember, the transformation of spiritual energy into flesh, the transformation of flesh and blood into spiritual energy..."
Ah, what...? Galadia suddenly woke up. Her mind seemed to be empty for a while, and she heard something incredible.
Professor, are you serious? Do you all hear what Salorian is saying?
Galadia trembled from the bottom of her heart, but the surrounding audience remained indifferent, as if they had heard nothing just now.
"Good evening," Guardian of Order Edina Lightblade appeared at the side: "Lord Salorian, your lecture may have to come to an end temporarily. Miss Villanoy, the elders have arrived, please don't let us go.
My lords, please wait."
"Time flies so fast," the Magic Supreme said to the Huntress with a smile, "I hope everyone listened to what I said."
Everyone immediately set off and walked to the temple venue accompanied by the most powerful huntress in the world.
Tonight, the Canaan Senate will hold a special meeting, during which there will be weapon demonstrations and dances. For a whole night, all activities will be completed inside the Nebula Temple.
Despite being imprisoned, Galadia is still one of the highest-ranking elves. No one can exclude a radiant elf from the core meeting.
The noble Speaker of the Canaanite Senate, Provisus "the Ruler of Laws" presided over today's meeting.
"First thing, please introduce the current progress to His Excellency Tarkin Yamon."
All the elves looked over, and even the elves who were listening in the corridor and served as guards and attendants held their breath.
"The current progress is," Tarkin said calmly, "we are about to obtain the first fragment of the artifact."
That's all, Tarkin didn't say another word, no time estimate, and no explanation about the artifact fragments.
"Young tribesman, you really cherish your words like an oracle," Lord Provis nodded with a slight smile, "Then, please, Your Excellency Stannis Paulus, on behalf of the army and the archbishop, explain the second matter.
.
"How's the situation over there in Beyeland?"
The majestic elf general stood up and greeted all the senate and nobles.
"If the Speaker is referring to the progress of the artifact," General Paulus replied, "As of now, if mankind has not obtained the first fragment of the artifact - the Diamond of Life, it should not be far away."
"Sh-!"
The group of senators shouted in disappointment. They were all the noblest among the elves. At this moment, they completely ignored their manners and slapped their seats in boredom and anxiety.
"About the war between the Confederacy and Byelan..." the general raised his voice. This topic immediately made the elves present energetic again.
"Roland's army has set off. They have assembled 40,000 troops to besiege Turan Fort. A larger and better-equipped army is threatening Shamiyan, but the direction and true intention of the attack have not yet been identified. A decisive battle
A battle of meaning can break out at any time.
"Their God's Hand, based on the intelligence they already had, Aaron deployed in Homonworth, Erza Valkyrie went to the Southern Province to pursue the Kingslayer, and the third one...
"Griffith de Ravenel is operating in Sebasto. We also discovered that he appeared near Canaan. According to the judgment of the Military Intelligence Bureau, this was a pre-war reconnaissance of the Bayeran army. According to this judgment,
Ravenel is likely to serve as the main commander in the battle."
Galadia's heart was beating fast.
The elders participating in the meeting began to whisper, and it was like a large group of silkworms emerged from the meeting place, chewing mulberry leaves, making a dense and low rustling sound.
"As expected, their divine hands are restrained."
"No one can get in our way."
"It's okay, we have time."
"If they can't find it, we've blocked all exits."
"Must speed up..."
The elves didn't know what they were talking about, and their expressions were sometimes anxious and sometimes relaxed. However, many of them cautiously cast their eyes in Galadia's direction, and then quickly dodged away.
"Quiet!" Speaker Provis hit his hammer hard, "Quiet! It seems that for the sake of truth, please be more dignified. We haven't reached the discussion stage yet, and Canaan is not over yet!"
The next person to report was Tyrael Fourstar:
"My lords, the untouchables have formed a rebel army. The number of attacks in recent days has increased several times, and a larger-scale attack is brewing."
"They don't have many sealed objects, and the extraordinary ones are not strong either. They rely on those ridiculous gunpowder weapons..."
After the meeting entered into details and motion debates, Galadia temporarily withdrew along with several demigods. They were members of the Supreme Council of the Senate, and there was no need to spend time on trivial matters. The proposal would be submitted before the final vote.
They review the instructions and then send them back to the elders.
Ms. Aviana Silver also attended the Supreme Council, which calmed Galadia a little.
Edina Shiningblade asked: "Have you confirmed Naira's death?"
Provis replied: "Naira von Kwaimantha is 100% certain to be dead. His sister, Neferty, is under our protection."
"Salorian is here, why is he at this time..." Edina quickly asked.
"Don't worry, he is our ally," Star Imprisonment Galilei interrupted the Huntress' worries, "His relationship with Canaan and our ultimate demands are beyond your imagination."
"My lords," Ms. Avina asked softly, "who can tell me why, on the eve of the golden age of Canaan, which was promised by those beings, the half-elves and humans who serve us will do whatever it takes to serve us.
Resist us?"
"Allow me to correct your wording, ma'am," Provis said. "They are untouchables, creatures without citizenship.
"In order to solve the current problem, I have authorized Tyrell Four Star to organize a team of White Deaths to clear out the rebels in the city. Each of them is very powerful and can perfectly withstand counterattacks such as bows, arrows and muskets. In a short period of time,
Thousands of people were killed in a short period of time..."
He said he was thirsty, raised his fingers, and a waiter immediately brought him a drink.
"Let Beyelan fight and let the blood flow like rivers. Only when the dust settles will they wake up and understand that they are just..."
The speaker's words suddenly got stuck.
Galadia, who was distracted looking at the document, raised her head and saw Provis staring at the waiter beside her. His face was full of disbelief and he murmured:
"Who are you……"
The waiter wearing a maid skirt lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed to everyone present:
"Humanity."
The lifted skirt exposed her slender legs, and several black straight tubes were tightly tied with belts. The moment the skirt was lifted, the rope at one end of the straight tube was ignited and sparks erupted.
Galadia felt her shoulder suddenly being pulled back.
"boom!"
An earth-shaking loud noise hit the eardrums as if it was about to destroy everything. However, this loud noise did not come from the maid.
Together with the explosives tied to her legs, she was compressed into a ball of bright fire, getting smaller and smaller, and finally extinguished between Provis' two fingers.
The assassins and explosions were wiped out, but roars and vibrations came one after another, as if the entire temple was shaking. Galadia fell to the ground unsteadily, and heard a familiar voice again——
Intensive, like the roar of tearing cloth.
It was a volley of hundreds of arrows, roaring and wailing intertwined with each other. The sound of dense footsteps and the collision of metal were approaching like a tide.
"Stand up and get out of here." Ms. Avina took Galadia's hand and pulled her up.
"What's going on? What happened?"
…
A strong hand grabbed Griffith's arm and pulled him out of the water.
"Look at you," the man said with a smile, "the great lord, being chased by a few old ladies, jumped into the sewer!"
"cut."
Griffith tapped his helmet to let the incoming water leak out. He was wearing heavy armor and was reluctant to throw away all the equipment, and he had just had a solid drink.
The person joking with him lifted his hood, revealing long ears and deep blue eyes full of smiles.
"Harandil comes to report, Your Excellency Lord Blood."
Half-elf ranger Harandil said as he took a bag of dry gunpowder and handed it to Griffith:
"It's a good idea to come early and not to come in! Go quickly, we will open the entrance to the temple and attract the attention of the demigods."
"You? Who? Why?"
"Rebels," Harandil glanced at his companions who kept passing by, raised his hand and pointed towards the temple, "You are not the only one saving the world!"