The changing of the seasons is going on outside the port of Ampersel without hurry, the increasingly dense forests are beginning to be covered with green hills, and the excavations outside the port have not completely concealed the news, since the craftsmen and wizards of Buga left. After that, rumors about the Azure Spear still spread.
"It's really eventful."
Wood rubbed his eyebrows and stared at a page of letter paper on the mahogany table. The snow-white paper was a premium product from the forest border east of Cruz and adjacent to the four-leaf clover field. A faint smell of burnt still remained in the corner of the letter paper, which was a unique trace of the magical imprint left by the flame magic. This mark should be four pairs of eagles spreading wings before it is erased, representing the Temple of Flame—or rather the highest-level secret document of the Cruz Empire.
He raised his head and sat by the mahogany table for a while, his eyes staring at the opposite wall under his bushy eyebrows seemed a little vain for a while. Then the former chief priest of the temple suddenly ignited a group of golden flames in his hand, and he shook his hand slightly, and the charred letter paper suddenly turned into a piece of fly ash.
Wood carefully sorted the embers on the table, then straightened up and sorted out the golden sacrificial robes. The news on the secret letter proved the news circulating in the port in recent days, but in fact it went further. He had already learned all the relevant information from the young Earl Tonigel.
The Eruin did not intend to conceal him, or at least did not intend to conceal the superficial fact-the Azure Spear really exists in Ampersel. But this is meaningless, because the Buga had already taken it away first.
Wood looked uncertain, thinking about the information contained in the incident repeatedly in his mind. This is not sure whether it was the decisiveness of the little princess of Eruin, or the extraordinary shrewdness of the young Count, but the benefits they exchanged with the Azure Spear from the Buga were already very obvious.
He couldn't help but look back and cast his gaze out of the window. Outside the window was the light red undulating roof in the port of Ampersel. The emerald green vines hung from the glass, dividing the sunlight on the mahogany table into strange shapes.
This is really a vibrant city, but now it doesn't belong to the Temple of Flame.
Wood actually didn't feel much about this incident. The temple made a mistake and should pay for it. The key is that at least this kingdom still believes in the way of golden flames, and their people have not deviated from their respect for the temple of flames, and Wood has not paid too much attention to the interests of the world.
But what really worries him is the inside of the temple—no, it should be said that the empire's high level coveted the Azure Spear. Greed will deceive people's hearts, especially for those nobles. Even he himself suffered greatly.
But the words in the letter seem to suggest that His Majesty the Emperor himself should have also moved. After all, it was the Azure Spear, the most famous weapon in Cangzhi's poem-at this level, he could no longer change it. In the past, he might be able to think of something about the position of the chief priest, but now it is not something he can worry about. I can only hope that the power holders in the Temple of Flame can be more sensible and see the King of Flame clearly. The real doctrine lies.
He sighed, took off the chief priest's hat and put it on his head, then opened the door. The knights loyal to the temple have already been waiting outside, his deputy-no longer the previous brother Guai, since he served as the liaison between the temple of flames and the royal family of Eruin, his deputy has been replaced by one A more savvy officer. That person must have been from the diplomatic agency at the core of the empire. Wood only needs to look at the details of his attire, accustomed to his gestures. This person is named Peter, and he is extremely sleek, and he bows deeply when he sees Wood. Head, revealing the bald head that can be learned, respectfully greeted: "Master priest, is it about the holy sword Odyssey?"
Wood glanced at him, as if trying to see through this guy, and then faintly replied: "This is the secret of the temple. I will tell you if necessary."
"I understand." Peter replied with a smile.
Wood turned his head, and the fragments of the Holy Sword Odyssey that Williams lost in the Battle of Amperexel were actually not important. The Temple also agreed to exchange the fragments of the Holy Sword with a new frigate and Brando. , But the key is the will and soul of the holy sword.
The identity of the Earl Tonigel is extremely special, and there are even the shadows of silver elves and dragons behind him, which makes the temple high-levels feel very difficult. What's more, the other party does not seem to have the intention to join the empire, so the opinions of the high-level are not unified.
This is another trouble.
For too many years of being aloof, the Temple of Flame has been a little arrogant and even indifferent to the outside world. Some elders even have the idea of assassination. Let alone how absurd it is to assassinate a noble under the Temple of Flame. What really made Wood angry is that these people seemed to have forgotten the doctrine of the sages.
The empire still needs the truth, a hundred years ago, this is not a problem for the Temple of Flame. Since Cruz's transformation, although the centripetal force of the empire has been strengthened day by day, the weight of the king's power has increased day by day, and it has begun to threaten the foundation of Cruz's existence.
It is ridiculous that some people are not even aware of this problem.
What Wood wants to meet today is still the representatives of the northern nobles who are still stranded in the port of Ampersel. Although the things under the table are more onerous than one, but for the affairs of Eruin, it is still the war. Put it first.
The war against Golden Mane Toquinine. I don't know whether the eldest son of the king has made perfect preparations. Although he made a promise when he made his promise, the Sifah family had already suffered a lot of energy from the war. Moreover, as a puppet, how much prestige he can have is still unknown.
The temple will never put much effort into a bet that will inevitably fail. Regarding this, Wood can only hope that His Royal Highness the eldest son will also understand this. Fortunately, he was a clever guy, and he wouldn't be too naive.
He took his deputy and walked out the door, but at this moment, a servant came to him and bowed and said, "Master priest, there are special visitors."
"Special visitor?"
Wood stopped.
The bald-headed Peter had already stepped forward to chase people away: "You fellow, don't you see that the master priest has business to do? Any visitors, as long as they are not from the empire, let them wait a moment—"
Wood interrupted him and reached out to stop this guy. "Are you a guest from the Empire?"
Peter froze suddenly.
"Yes." The servant replied respectfully.
"Let them wait, I'll be there soon." Wood thought for a moment, frowned and replied.
But before he finished speaking, a serious woman's voice rang: "No, Lord Wood. You know the habits of being here, we've already arrived."
When Wood heard this sound, he was startled slightly, and he raised his head. Sure enough, I saw the famous woman of the empire—
She unexpectedly came.
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Unlike the sunny area around Ampersel, the climate in the countryside becomes cloudy and rainy after crossing the vast Frada Forest in the north and entering Pedalsund. Heavy rains in the past few days caused the Maji River to soar, and the roads around Magitan became muddy and difficult to navigate.
In the heavy rain, a black ghost-like carriage bumped through the woods, the window curtain was raised by a corner, and a faintly white eye like a dead fish's eye in the dark carriage behind stared motionlessly. The cloudy view outside the window.
The gloomy clouds were twisted like a shroud and hovered over the forest. Although it was noon, the sky was dim.
"What did the captain of the sky blue go to Ampersel for? Declare war on the Eruin?" asked in a hoarse voice, and then sneered, as if he thought the joke was very interesting.
The sneer in the carriage made people shudder, and after a while, another voice said, "I'm afraid it is for the war in the north."
"If you think that way, you are not far from the gallows. The Cruz people don't need to be distracted by a little toquinine. They suffered a big loss in the battle of Amperel and never want to give the cloth anymore. The Jiaren drops the handle." The third person who spoke, his voice was calm, serious and full of majesty.
As soon as he spoke, the others fell silent.
"The Temple of Flames lost both face and lizi in Ampersel. On the surface, they did not please us, but in fact, the ultimate winner is neither us nor them." The voice paused: "Eye Lu Yin has a wise princess."
"My lord," someone dared to say at this moment: "You mean we have attracted the attention of the Temple of Flame?"
"It's very possible that the Cruz people can't find it wrong, do you really think you can do it seamlessly?" the majestic voice replied.
"Then what should we do?"
No one answered, and the inside of the carriage fell silent for a while, only the sound of the carriage creaking and shaking. After a while, the hoarse voice said at the beginning: "Just think of a way to delay—"
"So that's why we are here."
The majestic voice replied.
At this time, the carriage finally stopped while it was moving, and a blue-black castle appeared in the rain curtain in front. The soldiers clamored on the battlements, but the sound was difficult to pass through the rain curtain. At this time the door of the carriage finally opened, and a swordsman in a cloak jumped from above.
The swordsman raised his head, his unshaven face under his hood looked like Anlek or a wandering knight from the North, but Brando would definitely recognize his name here.
Eagle swordsman, Dejar.
"Quickly open the city gate, this is your most distinguished guest, Lord Earl." He shouted.
"Who are you?" The soldier's questioning voice came from the top of the city.
"We are the ally he wants to see most, tell him, if you don't want to be hanged by the princess, immediately open the door and let us in!" Dejar replied proudly.
This question and answer can be described as rude, but the soldiers are about to have an attack, but the Eagle Swordsman throws something far to the top of the city. He watched the thing fall into the city through a beautiful parabola in the heavy rain before shouting:
"Take this thing to Jean Denell, he will understand!"
"Go, idiot!"
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