Laura Lis also looked at Mozo suspiciously:
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
Mozo nodded and said:
"Of course I know that I am asking you to go to the dangerous front line, but considering your status, this should not be a big problem."
"It's true that the elves won't attack me, but they won't stop attacking Nuremberg just because I'm there. And if I go there knowing that there's a battlefield, I'm afraid that even if I die, the Iron Bank's allies won't be able to hold the elves accountable for it."
Laura Liss had no idea of Mozo's intentions, so she could only keep saying subtle and ambiguous words.
Mozo looked at Lola Lis seriously and said:
"As far as I know, the Iron Bank has been struggling with how to trade with the elves, right?"
"Elves are extremely xenophobic, but they are also a superior race. All their products, whether useful or useless, have a very high premium. I believe that even if they are sold in large quantities, such a premium will still be an unimaginable fortune."
At this moment, both Laura Liz and the maid looked at Mozo with narrowed eyes:
"You mean you have a way for us to trade with the elves?"
Mozo smiled and said:
"No matter what, the elves have already walked out of the Sacred Tree Forest. Don't you two think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? And I personally believe that I still have some power that can be manipulated!"
As he spoke, Mozo looked at the maid. He stared at her delicate face and slowly stopped smiling.
"Isn't this the one who has always been by your side?"
The maid tilted her head and asked with a smile:
"Do you know who I am?"
Mozo said truthfully:
"I don't know, but I know you can guarantee the safety of Her Highness the Saint. At the same time, you might also help a poor and helpless little transcendent like me."
After the two sides stared at each other for a while, the maid suddenly looked at Laura Lis and said:
"What do you think?"
The Saint of the Iron Bank shifted her gaze back and forth between the two of them, and then she rubbed her brows and said:
“This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Such words made Mozo slightly raise the corner of his mouth, but the next moment the other party exceeded Mozo's expectations:
"However, I will not go to Nuremberg. I will go directly to meet the elves face to face. I will do it my way first, and then I will consider your proposal. What do you think? Respected Mr. Lost Home Knight?"
The smile on Mozo's face remained unchanged, but he felt like cursing in his heart.
"I, I agree with you."
Letting the Iron Bank Saint enter the scene was his best option to attract people's attention at the moment, and he couldn't give up the Iron Bank. However, if the other party wanted to connect directly with the elves.
With Laura Liss's identity, she was received by at least several high lords from the elves, and the high lords of the elves...
Mozo was also reluctant to meet them, because many high lords survived the Sun King era.
The high elven lords who have lived without war for many years have lived longer than the ancient dragons such as the Sanx.
"However, I will not go with you. I hope you can arrange an airship to take me to Nuremberg first. Of course, I promise that I will do my best to facilitate the conversation between you and the elves in secret. As for how to facilitate it, please forgive me for keeping it confidential."
Mozo raised his hand and said seriously:
"By the kings of old and gone! Like the sun, like the storm!"
The names of these two are indeed a strong guarantee of the oath. After all, Haiweisi and the elves are crazy for these two names. So Laura Lisi raised her hand and smiled with confidence:
"I swear in the name of my goddess, if everything goes well, I will give you the benefits you deserve!"
Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Laura Lis and Mozo reached out and shook hands from the bottom of their hearts:
“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”
-
In the center of the Sacred Forest, at the foot of the Two Sacred Trees, is Rivendell, the only witness to the glory of the Sun King.
Ra of the elves stood quietly in front of the statue of the Sun King.
She looked at the king in front of her with nostalgia. This was just a statue of the other party. Although she carved it herself according to her memory, in theory it should be a perfect work of art exactly the same as the king.
However, a stone statue is still a stone statue after all, and a dead object cannot be compared with the king.
But for the elves nowadays, only dead objects like these can allow them to reminisce.
Behind La, a middle-aged man with his hands and torso trapped in a straitjacket-like leather jacket also stood quietly.
He also wore a half-face mask on his mouth, symbolizing silence. He was a great man, but in the Sacred Tree Forest, in front of Ra, even though he was an angel and the high priest of the true God, he was indescribably afraid.
After a long time, La turned back and said:
"We have attacked the Merchant Alliance as promised. Now, it is time for you to fulfill your promise."
The middle-aged man, who symbolized silence and restraint, immediately bowed to La Weiwei and then made way for him.
And after he moved aside, a stone slab was revealed.
At the same time, the other party's mechanical hoarse voice sounded around La:
"This is the middle part of our Lord's prophecy about His Majesty!"
Such words finally made La's mood slightly change.
After quickly suppressing his fluctuating emotions, La slowly walked forward, squatted on the stone slab, raised his hand gently and began to interpret the prophecy above.
The sun's wrath poured out from the sky, purging the sinful land.
The buds of hope begin to sprout, and when they bear fruit, the nobility of the past will be born.
Sun, the storm has risen, the sea is cheering, but where is your light hidden
Sun, your servants and followers have gathered, your throne has been cleansed. But why don't you come back
Here, the prophecy of the sun's return comes to an abrupt end.
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Looking at the prophecy slate that came to an abrupt end, Ra's expression dimmed for a moment and then returned to normal. However, she did not stand up, but continued to squat in front of the slate, quietly stroking the cuneiform characters on it.
"You may leave now. Since you have been doing what you promised, the elves will not break their oaths. However, I still want to say one more thing. I know that you and your gods must be planning something, but I hope you can understand your position."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the high priest meaningfully.
The man who restrained himself and remained silent did not make any reply. He just bowed slightly and left.
After returning to the mansion prepared by the elves for him, the high priest sat on the armchair that had grown naturally under the guidance of the elves over the years.
It is the perfect creation of trees and branches and flowers.
Such time-consuming and laborious things can be found almost everywhere in the elves' habitat.
The elves' long life and almost obsessive aesthetic perception make them very willing to spend time and energy on beauty that is incomprehensible to humans.
However, the reward for doing so is countless natural arts that are so exquisite that even short-lived species such as humans are amazed.
After a long wait, the prophet passed the last angel and waited for his subordinates.
Looking at his subordinates kneeling in front of him, there were only two of them left, one of whom had a broken hand.
The Angel of Prescience tilted his head slightly:
"how so?"
The two subordinates said with shame:
"People from the North, we were just taking a break on the road, but for some reason we were attacked by the elite knights from the North! High Priest, we lost the secret treasure you asked us to transport. Please punish us!"
As they spoke, they both lowered their heads and waited for the punishment from the high priest. These two unlucky guys still couldn't figure out what happened.
They were clearly following a predetermined plan and lured a group of Saragan slave-hunting teams onto their predetermined route, hiding around them in the hope of selling the notorious slave-hunting teams to attract attention when needed.
But why did the knights from the North go straight to them and ignore the slave-hunting teams which were theoretically more hateful
Were their identities as cultists exposed from the beginning
That's not right. The Saraken people's brown skin is obviously more conspicuous and suspicious!
But no matter how confused they were, they were all sinners who had lost the secret treasure. So they could only plead guilty!
However, the high priest, the Angel of Foresight, raised his head slightly and sighed:
"I can't blame you. Ever since our Lord was exiled by those shameful great ones, the fate of us humble lambs has also become unpredictable. Our only protector can no longer protect us."
"For us, who have been treated badly by fate because we are looking into the future, our future will only become increasingly bleak."
Each major path has its own advantages and disadvantages. The prophet's path is not treated well by fate because of peeking into the future. The origin even puts an extremely vicious curse on them - the prophet will eventually die from the prophecy!
Therefore, the Angel of Prescience did not intend to blame his subordinates. Besides, it was already very difficult for them to escape from the hands of the followers of Hevis, and now only two of them were left dead.
Therefore, he did not punish them harshly. Instead, he whispered:
"I saw your fate of a broken arm, but I also saw your fate of a healthy arm. So. Are you a broken arm or a healthy arm?"
Upon hearing this, the man with the broken arm said in surprise:
"I am sound, High Priest!"
The next moment, the broken arm was reborn!
At this point, both of them were extremely happy and said to the high priest:
"We will definitely repay your kindness, and we will definitely follow your footsteps forever!"
The high priest just shook his head slightly and said:
"This is what you deserve. Since my Lord is far away in the void, as His only angel, I should take care of you lost lambs!"
The two were stunned, and then said devoutly:
"Praise my Lord, praise you!"
"Go down and rest. The elves will treat us well."
After watching the two leave, a golden text appeared in front of the high priest that only he could see:
They are both fools and greedy. Finally, the goddess of luck throws an interesting number, and the fate of you, me and him is changed.
Wait and expect, will the sun rise as usual, or will the dark day of thieves slowly appear
After watching for a long time, the angel of prophecy finally dispersed the prophecy.
'My Lord, I am looking forward to the appearance of the Shadow Sun.'
-
On the other side, in the rooftop garden of the White Castle, a large number of knights knelt in front of Gawain, and next to the knights was an ancient iron box with a strange and exquisite shape.
Gao Wen frowned and said:
"I need a reasonable explanation!"
Audrey said she wanted to go for a walk alone, and although Gawain agreed, he couldn't really let her go out alone.
So he assigned a team of knights to follow in the dark.
But what Gawain didn't expect was that even so, Audrey still disappeared!
The Wolf family (the future) actually disappeared on the Wolf family’s land? !
The knights below immediately bowed their heads and said:
"Lord Gawain, we followed Miss Hepburn according to the predetermined plan. Everything was fine at first, but our rangers found some strange traces. Because the wolves we brought were specially trained by the Church of Justice, we discovered and confirmed a group of cultists!"
"Based on their position, they seemed to be waiting for Miss Hepburn to arrive, so we went around and attacked them in advance."
"But, but we didn't expect that this hidden cultist was just a bait to lure us away!"
"That caravan, the caravan recorded in Heather, is not an ordinary merchant. They are an elite team with many extraordinary people and a large number of veterans! They even prepared an airship to pick them up early."
"My lord, this is most likely a premeditated kidnapping!"
Gawain's brows furrowed further and further. He walked back and forth for a long time before asking:
"Are you sure that the caravan and those cultists are in the same group?"