The two pieces of news left Painter feeling at both ends of the spectrum. He suspected that there was something wrong with the function of his ears in receiving information: "Cardinal?"
"Daniel Edgar, one of the four cardinals, took office fifteen years ago to replace Bishop Anili. He is a big figure in the Council of Light."
You think I don't know this? "Stop talking nonsense, what is a big shot like him doing in this remote country?"
Jett didn't take his words seriously. "To purify the undead from the Four-leaf Territory."
The dwarf almost tripped over his own boots.
"The Holy Knights will not go, but a cardinal will come. Has the representative of the Glorious Council been replaced recently?"
"Lucia probably doesn't know about this." Jet joked, using the God of Light.
"You dare to say that now."
The passing of the gods is no secret. Knox is a world firmly protected by order, and any ripples of mystery will be passed on to order. The mysterious realm is called the line of law, which is the basic law that exists in every corner of Knox. This connection is more than the intersection of souls.
The Age of Gods was a long time ago, even before the evil dragon Winserspoon. During the Alliance period, the use of divine magic was proven to be an echo of self-belief. If it weren't for the many traces left by the gods in Binya'aio, mystics would even doubt whether the gods existed.
Dandelfion does not understand the faith support of the Parliament and the Church, but most mystics know that it is the spiritual sustenance given to individuals by their profession. The gods are gone, but the law remains.
"That's enough. In any case, we'd better not meet them." Casey made the final decision. When he thought about the current situation in Bonfire Town, he couldn't help but worry about York's situation. "If you find them, leave immediately. We will never participate in these things."
This determination is eye-catching. The young man responded with a rare response: "Smart move."
"Lord Messenger, do you know the reason for this?"
Painter and Jet, who was holding the newspaper, tried to turn themselves into sculptures. They looked at their deputy leader and asked the envoy. As the dwarf expected, the messenger did not hide these things at all: "The Holy Knights came to Venevoise for a golden cup of Alanvor."
"Is the matter related to Jin Bei?" Jin Huzi frowned. There are many antiques of unknown origin in Binya Io. They often have some special meaning and are related to treasures or even mysteries. Mysterious places are the product of time.
Alanvor didn't have a widely spread name. This elven civilization was told to them by the dwarves. These inhuman races always know a lot of things.
"In fact, the Holy Knights came to the Ice Territory earlier than we did. They spent most of their time in the snowy mountains, as if they were looking for something? Now that there is the Elf Gold Cup, maybe what they are looking for is related to the Gold Cup." Golden Beard analyzed, "The Glorious Council attaches great importance to the results and even sent a cardinal. I can guarantee that Edgar is not doing it for Four Leaf City, otherwise he will definitely not go to Bonfire Town again."
"The Elf Gold Cup." The light in Jet's eyes could not be said to be just yearning. "What secret does it hold?"
It has nothing to do with you anyway. Painter said gloomily, "Even if the secret is written on the gold cup, you can't read a single word."
Elvish language is the most complex language after Dragon Language and Holy Word, and different elves have different languages, which is simply incomprehensible to non-professionals. Some civilizations with a long history will have a little bit of relevant knowledge inheritance, such as the Light Element Theta of the Flickering Pool, but it will never be complete information.
If York were there, Painter would be interested. Adventurers have an extremely keen sense of travel and adventure, and of course they are equally concerned about gold coins and treasures. They were born to do this. They are restless masters by nature. The dwarf was sure that as long as the news spread, most of the people in the Knox mercenary group would be willing to try their luck with him.
"I can't even see Jin Bei's face." Jet dropped the newspaper. "Even if the Holy Knights turn the Morris Mountains upside down, it has nothing to do with the adventurers or us."
The mercenary looked very frustrated. This frustration was not surprising to the dwarf, but it earned him a glare from Golden Beard.
"What trouble are you expecting?" He gradually became as anxious as a flag in the cold wind, his brows furrowed. "We must find companions quickly. We don't have the time or energy to interfere with the Glorious Council. Do you think our conflict with the Holy Knights is interesting?"
"Oh, not at all." Jet quickly expressed his position. He is a mercenary, and there may be few mercenaries who are pure adventurers. Painter believed that if the guy hadn't been on Knox's team, he might have become a businessman. Businessmen look at profits and don't care about excitement.
Calder was an adventurer, Goldenbeard was not. Jeter respects them both, but maybe a little more of the latter. "I'm proud of it," he promised, "but never wish to do it again. To hell with the treasure and the cup."
Painter missed York and his group of young mercenaries. They must have the same idea as him. The daredevil learned the news, and as long as no one was looking at him, he would try his best to get around the trouble.
"A wise man would not do this." The dwarf grunted, "I would never take the initiative. I really hope to see if there are any words on the gold cup, even if I just touch it. But I have to think about it beforehand. Think things through carefully before making a decision.”
But what happened immediately left him no time to think: the young man opened his pocket and took out an exquisite gold cup engraved with mysterious runes.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
"There's no writing on it," he said.
"...!!"
Painter will never forget how confused Jeter looked at that time, because he himself was no better. The dwarf firmly believes that if the person is still alive after hitting the back of the head with a hammer with full force, it will probably be in this state.
Golden-bearded Kaixi was also speechless for a long time.
"My stove!" The dwarf only yelled half a sound before covering his mouth, "This, this is -"
"The Elf Gold Cup." The messenger then said, "The Gold Cup of Bonfire Town."
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Greenbrier City.
Painter played with the elf gold cup, and the messenger threw it to him. This almost made the big-nosed dwarf suspect that the messenger snatched it just to create trouble for the Holy Knights.
But judging from the young man's understanding of Alanwo and the ancient elves, it doesn't look like he just did it casually. Maybe it was because he was too mysterious, but the dwarf felt that Bai's every move was weird.
If the golden cup is related to the mystery of Greenbrier City, it may be the most precious treasure I have ever come into contact with. Painter looked at it carefully.
This is a gold-colored wine glass with a smooth body and a complete opening. The depth is about three inches, and the diameter is about the same. There was a layer of purple-red inside the glass, which seemed to contain more wine and gradually turned black as it got deeper. The handle is wrapped with curved and deformed vines, and the base is extremely gorgeous, symmetrically inlaid with finely carved blood-red agate stones.
From the golden cup, the dwarves could feel no trace of magic. It is not easy for mystics to distinguish mysterious objects, but if it is a man-made mysterious object, the magic patterns and runes on it must be there.
"There are not many legends about the Golden Cup. They are all projections from this city." Kaixi's face looked a little strange. "There are quite a few Wheel Gangs. Those two brats took out the news from Sir Conley's mouth - a No coins were spent. How did they do it?”
"I don't know about Uriel, but I'm afraid York will use his fists." Jet interjected, "The leader taught him by words and deeds."
Golden Beard showed a depressed expression. "What do you think they will think?"
"What do you think?"
"Sir Conley took in the Wheel Gang, but followed them with evil intentions, even into the snowy mountains. This coward told everything he knew, and just hoped that they would finish playing with Quillen." Cathy squeezed tightly. Reins, "I should have cracked his head with your hammer like a bell."
Jett looked in disbelief. "They go to the Snowy Mountains, and we have to go too. Why not stay in Bonfire Town?"
The dwarves wanted to join in. Just let those two troublemakers freeze into snow monsters in the cave. When we meet, I will smash their stupid heads and press the carrots onto those two faces full of ignorance. But Kaixi emphasized: "Snow mountain!"
The messenger spoke: "The Holy Knights have been searching the mountains."
Jet suddenly figured it out. "They attacked the business travellers, framed the Holy Knights, and deceived Jais Lancost, who was acting as a protector... What good things are there in the snowy mountains that are worthy of the gangs giving up their small territory?"
Only then did the dwarf realize that the "they" in the deputy leader's sentence "They went to the snowy mountains" actually referred to the Wheel Gang. He couldn't help but tremble.
"I'm afraid that the target the Wheel Gang is looking for is the same thing as the target of the Holy Knights." Kaixi said his analysis. He pressed the hat on his head, and the blue hair exposed was a bit funny. "They're all in the snowy mountains. How likely do you think they are to seek their own death?"
"It's impossible, Mr. Deputy Captain."
"It seems we can't avoid the Paladins."
"That might be possible."
"Sometimes, praying is not a wise move." Cathy sighed sadly, twirling his golden beard. His horse was pacing leisurely by the river. "But we have no choice."
"There are two roads before us: either go into the snowy mountains immediately and dig out those two idiots, so we will undoubtedly be chased by the Holy Knights. It's okay if we don't catch up, but it will be a mess if we catch up; or we can put these two idiots out." Leave the useless stuff to the Glorious Council to worry about, and we’ll leave as soon as we find the person.”
Cai Xi said, "You can borrow the name of the Sky Tower, so that you may be able to share the elves' treasure heritage from the hands of the council."
He must have seen through the envoy's attitude before he dared to make such a request. Painter is no longer afraid. Such things that are embarrassing to adventurers or ordinary mystics are meaningless to the messenger.
What's more, Croita has benefited, so this matter cannot be viewed as a compromise. Jet was startled when he turned to look, but the messenger showed no sign of anger.
"There is an easier thing." The young man reined in the horse, "We use the gold cup to find the treasure, so that the Holy Knights can find Uriel and York."
Golden Beard was dumbfounded: "How could they agree?"
"why not?"
"The Glorious Parliament is different from the Tower of Sky." He racked his brains and tried to persuade. "Those fanatic believers can do anything for Lucia, linking bright justice with their own lives. They will never accept your charity. This is really... too difficult."
The messenger had no intention of changing his mind. He suddenly looked at the dwarf: "Did you think so before entering the Valley of Sleep?"
I? What could I think? Painter was grumbling, but he could tell the young man wasn't asking him yes or no. I finally understood why Eze had a headache, and Soult was not willing to deal with their weird thoughts. Maybe Bai can also become an excellent adventurer. He is willing to choose challenging paths. No one likes to find excitement more than him.
Facing the eyes of the deputy captain and his companions, the dwarf rubbed his big nose and could only answer: "We obey the command, Your Majesty the Messenger."
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