Ella was caught off guard by Mowaranuga's sudden change of attitude. When she was in the Alemannic Federation, she was in a spirit state due to the magic of Jochebed, so she was somewhat aware of the strength of her spirit body. When she collided with ordinary spirits, she was at an advantage, but when she encountered Jochebed, who had specially trained spirits, she was smashed into pieces, so she was not very strong. As for the relationship between spiritual body strength and magic power, she had never heard of it.
But since the girl took the initiative to ask Ella to make a request, Ella naturally couldn't miss this opportunity in vain. She was worried that asking too much would make the girl angry. After thinking for a while, she tentatively said:
"The request...that is, I want you to sink a little so that my fleet can set sail. How about it?"
"As you wish. Where are the others?"
"Others?" Ella thought for a while, "I think you are faster than my fleet. It would be best if you could take us directly to Aztlan..."
"As you wish. Where are the others?"
"Is there anything else?" Ella was a little surprised, "Then if I want you to always comply with my request and serve as a transit point from Sweden to Aztlan...?"
"As you wish, what about the others?"
"No, how many wishes can you fulfill?" Ella couldn't help but ask. You must know that even if it is a magic lamp in a fairy tale, it can only achieve three.
"Every wish within my power." Mowaranuga gritted his teeth and replied with great reluctance, "This is a master-slave contract. You tamed me during the summoning ceremony. I have no choice but to agree to your wish." Require."
"Contract?" Ella remembered the common plot of demon summoning rituals in the story and asked cautiously, "You are not a demon, are you? You won't let me sell my soul or something? I have heard of such a thing."
"What do we need souls for? How can those magicians talk such nonsense?" Movaraniga was a little angry. "The so-called summoning ceremony is to forcefully drag our spirits into the magic circle, conquer us with power, and then We treat us as slaves! They are clearly the perpetrators, but they pretend to be the victims!"
This is the first time Ella has heard about this. At this time, I think back to what happened before, that is, Movaranijia finally got free. As a result, the savage held a summoning ceremony under the instigation of Ella. If Movaranijia didn't agree, the savage burned him with fire. The curse forces Movaranijia to show up...
Ella suddenly felt like some kind of bad guy.
"When did this kind of thing start?" she asked, "Have you always been summoned by magicians like this?"
"Of course not! Our lives are much longer and more powerful than humans. Before that guy who pretended to be a ghost appeared, many of us were worshiped by some human tribes. But he defeated us one after another and branded us as defeated. The engraved mark of the one who created it allows his disciples to use these engraved marks to forcibly summon us! I hid in Aztlan to escape him, but I escaped him, but I did not escape Quelakiri!"
Movaranijia told all this through gritted teeth, obviously having great hatred for that guy. But after finishing speaking, she shook her head again:
"It's not that it all started with that guy. Before he appeared, someone had already done this. That guy was a guy named Moses. He claimed that the gods of his tribe were the only true gods, and those of us who were subject to Those who worship him are all devils. But the influence of Moses is far less than that of the guy who pretended to be a ghost later!"
The message contained in Mowaranuga's words far exceeded what Ella hoped to get. While shocked, she keenly realized that perhaps she was getting close to history and the truth about the gods:
"Do you have these people among your companions? Their names are Hermes, Ares, Aphrodite..."
"I've never heard of it." Movaraniga shook his head neatly, "Although many of my companions are worshiped by others, it doesn't mean that those who are worshiped are all our companions. For example, that Moses None of us have ever seen the guy worshiped by the tribe. For another example, there was a tribe called Skupeta in ancient Albania. My two companions were worshiped by them, but later Skupeta You were conquered, and they turned to become priests - and even when they became priests, they didn’t know who they were worshiping.”
"Is it some other creature you don't recognize?"
"Who knows. It's better now, but humans thousands of years ago were full of imagination, and we can't infer anything from their descriptions. For example, the two companions I just mentioned, they obviously have a very good relationship. sisters, but in human legends, the elder sister became a snake-like monster that would cause storms and destroy humans, while the younger sister was a dragon who fought bravely against monsters to protect the world. Every time a thunderstorm occurs, the tribe thinks This is two people fighting in the sky - in this long paragraph, only the fact that the sister is a dragon is true."
Ella vaguely guessed something: "These two sisters... are the elder sister named Courshedra and the younger sister Drague?"
"How do you know?" Mowaranuga was a little surprised, "With the destruction of the Skupetal tribe, very few people know these two names."
The truth of history is already at hand. Ella ignored Mowaranuga's question and asked a crucial question: "So, who is the 'pretentious guy' you are talking about? What is his name? What kind of person is he?"
"I'm too afraid to call that name directly." Mowaranuga flinched, "Is this pure curiosity? Or is it your order?"
"It's an order." Ella looked at Mowaranuga seriously, "Tell me everything you know about that person!"
"Emmanuel...His name is Emmanuel!"
After reciting the name, Mowaranjia looked around in fear. After confirming that there was nothing strange, he boldly continued: "He is the most powerful magician in history so far, and he has a supreme crown. .The name of that crown is..."
Suddenly, as soon as cold water was poured on Ella, the magma disappeared, the blood disappeared, and even Movaranijia disappeared. What appeared in front of Ella was Dust, who was holding a bucket, panting and smiling mischievously:
"Disciple, I came back in time, right? I ran to get a bucket of water. What's Movaranijia? Once the magic circle is blurred, the summoning magic has to be ineffective! This is the secret of the hundred sword skills!"
"Dust, you..."
Ella was so angry that she couldn't speak.
"You have to call Master at this time."
Dast didn't notice that Ella was angry at all, and kept chattering beside him with great joy:
"I can't interfere with her outside the magic circle, and she doesn't seem to be able to interfere with me inside the magic circle. Then I thought, what would happen if the boundaries of the magic circle were erased... Is it your master or your master? It’s not me. Disciple, you will have to suffer today... Huh?"
Dast suddenly realized something and looked around: "Did the island suddenly become calm? Does it seem like it's not sinking? Has it exhausted its energy?... Disciple? King of Sweden??? What's your expression?" Isn't something bad? Ouch! Why are you pushing me? Wait a minute... Why are you raising your feet? You are not Princess Anna... I didn't do anything wrong, right? Wait a minute... I'm sorry, I was wrong! Don't step on me ...Don’t step on me!”
On the calm island, Dast's screams rang out.
(End of chapter)
