Seeing that his brother finally calmed down, Orlando explained,
"A thousand years ago, the family was in turmoil and the Stardew Scepter was lost. The descendants have been silently searching for it. Not long ago, there were suddenly clues. Do you really have no doubts at all?"
"But Orlando, haven't you already revealed the current location of the scepter through prophecy?" Fenowita was very puzzled.
"Can't prophecies be trusted?"
"No, my brother, the prophecy is indeed true."
"Then why did you stop us from going to investigate?" As he spoke, Fenowita became irritable again.
He originally thought that his elder brother was hesitant because he doubted the authenticity of the clues, but it was hard for him to accept that he was still so hesitant when the location of the scepter had already been determined.
The Stardew Scepter itself does not have much value to the family. It may have been a symbol of the family's power a thousand years ago, but now that a thousand years have passed, the Stardew Scepter has long lost its symbolic meaning.
What really makes the family never forget is that this scepter is the key to the family secret room. It is precisely because of the loss of the Stardew Scepter that the family's development has stagnated or even regressed in the past thousand years.
If the family hadn't owned a high-level mage, it might have declined long ago, but that existence had already felt the call of Avandot a hundred years ago, and now he just stayed in the world forcibly.
The family needs a successor as a deterrent! And there is it in the demiplane secret room opened by the Stardew Scepter!
Thinking of this, Fenowita's mood became more and more agitated,
"Orlando, let me go find the scepter!"
"No, Fenowita, my brother!" Orlando suddenly stood up and put his hand on his brother's shoulder. There was no magic or magic, just patting gently as usual.
The two of them did not move, but the pavilion they were in moved quietly until they reached the edge of the courtyard. They could see tall buildings rising from the ground in the distance.
It is made up of ancient trees that have been growing for many years. It is full of vitality. The sunlight is shining, plating the leaves into gold. The breeze blows and even emits bursts of sweet music.
Opposite to this beautiful scenery, there are also groups of elf knights riding Pegasus and unicorns flying up and down among these buildings. On the ground, various low buildings are decorated with trees, which contrast with each other.
Orlando turned his brother's eyes outward,
"Look, under this bright appearance, there are actually countless darkness hidden. The Stardew Scepter has powerful magic. How could it be predicted suddenly?" Before his brother could speak, Orlando continued,
"Whether there is a conspiracy here will not be mentioned for the time being, but after receiving the prophecy and revelation ten years ago and determining the approximate location of the scepter, I have already sent people to investigate."
"What?!" Fenowita stood up in surprise. And the moment he stood up, the wooden chair that originally supported him quietly disappeared. At this moment, Fenowita's mind was completely occupied by the clues of the scepter. He ignored the etiquette and grabbed his brother's upper arm, speaking urgently. Asked: "Any clues, have you found the scepter?"
"Unfortunately, not yet!" But there was no regret in the expression on Orlando's face.
"It seems that there is always a force interfering with my prophecy, making it impossible for me to grasp the specific location of the scepter." After a pause, it seemed to leave time for Fenowita to think. The elf never lacks time. Orlando waved his hand to summon a suspended fruit dish.
He picked up the strange-shaped fruit at the top and just put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. The fruit shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye until the pulp completely disappeared.
Leaving a core similar in shape to the fruit, Orlando held the core and looked at the sun, then threw it casually under the courtyard.
If an elf commoner picks it up, it will be a reward from the Stardew family. At this time, Fenowita also took a piece of fruit, sniffed it, and showed an expression of enjoyment. Then he also looked at the core of the fruit in the sun, and then threw it under the courtyard.
"Orlando, what are your plans?"
"This matter should not be dealt with in a high profile for the time being. I have arranged for the family guards to go and stop human development. They are just descendants of a mortal mage, so don't worry too much." Even so, Orlando said
When he was a "mortal mage", his eyes were still full of fear. A hundred years ago, he had secretly fought with the so-called great arcanist.
The result was that he lost to a mortal human who was only a fraction of his age. This made Orlando, who had always regarded himself as an advanced being, feel extremely humiliated. For more than a hundred years, he never even set foot in the territory of Nese again.
Fenowita was not aware of Orlando's thoughts, and was still introducing the information from the so-called human friends to her brother——
"According to the Saville Territory, they are planning to hold an arcane competition next month. Perhaps they are preparing to open up the Green Bead Forest."
"Huh, arcane competition? Human beings learn very quickly, so don't pay attention to them." Orlando didn't take this matter seriously. What he was really worried about was the reaction of other families in Cormanthor City.
The news of the appearance of the Stardew Scepter has not yet spread, but Orlando knows that this matter cannot be hidden for long, and he will have to rely on his strength after all.
Thinking of this, Orlando's calm heart suddenly cast a shadow. Although outsiders didn't know it, as the patriarch, he knew very well that the only high-level mage in the family was no longer able to fight.
Perhaps there will be one final blow when returning to Avandor, but it is only one blow. Afterwards, Orlando chatted with Fenowita about Cormanso's recently popular poetry. After sunset, Orlando told his brother: "Appease the tribe and don't go out in the near future!" After that, his figure gradually faded. Finally dissipated under the afterglow of the setting sun.
...Saville Territory. The elves' plans have no impact on the humans living here, and even the news from the distant empire loses most of its shock when it reaches here.
For the people of Saville, the biggest thing recently is that the followers of Lord Darao have advanced to become arcanists, although most people do not know much about the concept of arcanists.
But among those who have stayed in the Mage Tower and finally left sadly, the Arcanist is amazing!
For this purpose, the lord has specially prepared a grand celebration. At the celebration, there are other arcane competitions that can be watched. The performance of the mage master is usually not seen, let alone performed specifically for civilians.
Be sure to take a good look this time. Of course, those who already have a certain understanding of magic focus on the upcoming pioneering activities in the territory.
Many adventurers have tentatively scheduled their adventure activities and are sharpening their knives and getting ready! For a time, the two people met in Savile Town, and they were embarrassed to call it communication if they didn't talk about something related to the arcane competition and the exploration of the wilderness.
