A masked girl sat closest to the door. Miss Helen also looked very noble when she was reclining on the sofa. She was wearing a purple-black tight-fitting cloak, and her silk skirt had dense lace around her waist. Her fragrant mysterious aura and knee-length black socks wrapped around her thin and narrow figure. calf. A golden-green cat's eye stone as big as her pupil hung on her forehead, the only bright color in her body.
"The Witch of Destiny" Helen Dorothea Sinclair is still twenty-one years old this year. She has a body as plump as a girl, and her straight dark blue hair in the cloak is braided into a long braid, covered by two round bells. Tie up with red rope, her beautiful clear eyes are almost identical to her father's. Behind the veil, Helen has a slimmer chin, full lips and pink cheeks, which are her mother's most beautiful features. She sat in the room with more of the dignity of a great astrologer than all the other members of the assembly.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Larson. I only arrived a quarter of an hour earlier than Ronaid, and I didn't even have time to see my mentor," the masked girl said.
Helen was also an apprentice of Lord Sage, and her graduation order was only two years apart from Larsen's. Her father was the former commander of Sky Realm, and her mother, Dorothea, had the noblest bloodline in Knox. In Croita's destiny gathering, Miss Helen also has a very special status.
The future astrologer waited obediently in the lounge next to her. Larsen opened the door and replied: "The saint does not need us to worry about, the current troubles are worthy of attention. Miss Helen, I think they are about to start fighting under your nose." ”
"Troubling." Terrence sighed. He casually wiped a little bit of the lava on his skin on the conference table.
"The White Envoy hasn't arrived yet. Even if they fight, it won't be my turn to intervene," Helen said. The burning chi chi sound in her ears made her tilt her head slightly, and the bell on her braid rang slightly.
"Please stop making excuses for your fun." Larson told the truth. At this time, the "Lion" was finally offended by the old astrologer's thoughts. The mane on his neck stood up angrily, and Larson had to walk over to stop them. "This is no place for quarreling, gentlemen."
Osvid said slowly: "Lord Gallagher, that nasty little apprentice of yours..."
"This is not the place to settle old scores." How strange, could it be that Roma also burned Zachary's beard?
It was a terrible job to appease the old astrologer, so Larsen took Helen's advice. As a result, the "Witch of Destiny" fanned the flames with a detached attitude, and her eyes on Larson were full of teasing. The latter had to change the target of persuasion because he found that he could not say any reproachful words to Helen anyway.
"This has nothing to do with me! You must understand this, Adela. After all, it's that little girl who caused the trouble." Ronald complained. No one knows who "Adela" is.
The little girl is undoubtedly Larsen's little apprentice Roma. This mysterious creature from the Sky Realm with very obvious racial characteristics is from the same race as her. After the War of the Saints a hundred years ago, Ronald Zachary left his group in the Oath Keepers Alliance and joined the Sky Tower alone, and immediately became the Sky Realm Messenger in the tower whose combat power was second only to the White Envoy. But compared to his mystery, his reputation deserves more attention. To this day, there are still many rumors about his romantic anecdotes, the most exaggerated of which is that he mistook the Princess of the Twinkle Pool for his illegitimate daughter at the Alliance Ceremony. This move led to a three-year cold war between the two tribes, and seemed to be the direct reason for Ronald's separation from the orc lion-men.
But Larson believes his mistake was excusable. In fact, Ronald had considerable difficulty in processing the impression of facial features. It's entirely possible that he confused his mistress with the Queen of Light Elements at the festival... but he didn't realize it. As far as Larsen knew, Ronald Zachary referred to all acquaintances whose names he had forgotten as Adela. The existence of Adela within the living range of this "male lion" remains a mystery.
I wouldn't be surprised if Adela was the name of some prostitute. But even the good-natured "Eye of Iron" is not happy to be given an inexplicable stage name by his colleagues. "Miss Roma is still young. I think it will take some time for her to be mentored." Larson told him, "And she is an apprentice of your Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Have you forgotten?"
"Remind me not to be her tutor. That girl is a whole lot of trouble."
At this time, at the conference table, "Deep Space Patriarch" Terrence shouted: "We are in big trouble!" He pulled out the exaggerated geocentric egg from the corroded table. As a result, the two mysterious creatures closest to him were busy playing chess without even bothering to look at them.
"But her mother didn't send her here just to cause trouble for Croita." The middle-aged scholar corrected, "And my name is Larsen, Larsen Gallagher, please remember it. "
"Do you remember me?" Helen interrupted.
Ronald nodded absently.
"He doesn't remember," Larsen decided.
"On certain topics, you are always not too late." The masked witch smiled slightly, "Our Lord Lion is worried about his apprentice." She teased humorously.
That's not the only thing he has to worry about, Larson thought. Fortunately, Helen easily diverted the attention of both parties in the quarrel, and he was finally able to take time to chat with this noble witch lady. "How was your trip south, Helen?"
"It didn't go very well. I didn't expect a miracle to happen at Eastman, and by then it was too late to replace the line."
"As far as I know, Harp witches don't worship the moon."
"How much do you know about witches?" Helen stroked her long braid.
Having something in common is a good start. "Want to hear the details, miss."
"The branches of the witch are like the rift valley on the plate when you look down on the earth. We focus on the distinction in inheritance, but we can't get rid of the connection between each other." The masked girl said, "Our powers are similar because the mystery comes from the same source. One source. The harp symbolizes the past, and we are also the oldest of the witches."
"The stars are older than the moon and the sun," Osvid declared. The old astrologer had been listening with a cup of tea.
"Our ancestor Andrea, the Lady of the Lake, is also known as the 'Second Night'. She was a believer in the goddess of virtue, and later saw the stars reflected in the lake on the second night of Shrove Day, Being guided to convert to Otto has nothing to do with Broken Moon and Lucia." Witch Helen said, "The White Moon Witches are not the rebels of the Harp constellation. They originated after the Dawn War and received the lost inheritance of the ancient survivors. That In fact, it is the inheritance of Broken Moon."
"I remember that there is still a group of witch believers of the Moon on the earth. They call themselves Ice Witches." Ronald was also very interested.
"Their power comes from Berti, so the mysterious person is the lowest. The goddess of luck, Berti, does not exist at all. She and the Broken Moon are the same god. The Ice Witch is a branch of the White Moon Witch. Its background and mystery are None of them can be compared with the two ancient main veins." The veil moved slightly, as if Helen raised her chin inside. "Andrea believes that the White Moon Witch has fallen into the company of werewolves, and Otto should be the only god that the witch believes in. We have always spared no effort in warning those companions who have gone astray."
"This is not good." Not far away, Terrence pinched his throat and said, "Does my voice sound like a salamander, dear baby?" He suddenly took great care of his earth egg and began to speak softly. Prenatal education was carried out in language.
"Andrea is always grateful to Gaia, but she will not give in on issues of principle." Helen continued, "There is no possibility of confusion between levels of mystery. If Harp recognized the role of the Broken Moon in the witch belief status, one day a beggar will be able to ride on the king’s head.”
"Don't underestimate beggars." Ronaid muttered, "They are all made to be kings." Larsen knew that he was alluding to Roma's father.
The leonine's history is one of rebellion and division, and they are the only race that can rival humans in this unyielding realm. Larson had detailed information about the fight between Penelope and Zachary before taking over the baggage. But to be honest, he didn't think these things could affect the aloof Croita. Roma's mother was a noble lady and had a close personal relationship with the "Lion" of the tower, but this could not conceal the fact that Roma had Penelope's blood flowing in her body.
Larson finally managed to change the subject, but he didn't want to go back to it. "The Glorious Council was operating behind the incident of the Broken Moon God's descent, and our inspection envoys responded in a timely manner." He recalled the tone of the White Envoy when he asked for the mobilization of the rescue team on the altar, and he was very dissatisfied with this anticlimactic divine descent incident. . "This is the first time I've seen a divine descent that can be stopped."
Mentioning the Broken Moon incident, Eroni and Dean also put down their time-killing tabletop games. The life-long director of the Department of Affairs and the high steward of Brumnot took his right hand out of his pocket and unconsciously twisted the rope on the edge of the cushion. Dean Rubin behaved solemnly and had a rigid expression, as if rules were nailed to his forehead.
"White Moon Witch didn't interfere, otherwise it wouldn't be so simple." Helen pointed out. "And the nature of Lucia's power is completely opposite to Berti's. Her dark luck may be offset by light justice. Or Broken Moon didn't respond to these heretics at all and only used them as bargaining chips to weaken Lucia's faith. I say no. Which one is the main reason?"
"Need to cool down!" Terrence yelled. The core egg on his table began to expand unsteadily, the gurgling sound was like boiling water, and the magma flowed along the eggshell and filled the table. Larson was hesitating whether to exit the room first...
A golden door opened behind the long table. Saint Demosis and the leader of the White Envoy finally caught up with the meeting, and his mentor was still rubbing his eyes. The latter reached out and knocked on the table. Frost lines grew rapidly, and together with the core eggs, the conference table that was about to fall apart was frozen back together.
They turned out to be together... Larsen believed everyone noticed. It seems that the Saint alone has something to tell our leader. Hopefully it's not about Roma. He suddenly realized that perhaps only the Ministry of Foreign Affairs could help in this matter.
"Lord Saint." The masked girl Helen stood up first. As soon as the Star Gap opened, she immediately took off her veil.
"You look quite good like this." The tower saint commented.
"that's it?"
"Well... you came back much earlier than expected, dear little Helen."
"Don't be so rude, Grandpa Tutor." Helen said coquettishly.
Her rebuke was unconvincing, but it was not something Larson needed to speak about. "The meeting will be held." Dean, the Green Envoy, sat upright, his tone revealing obvious dissatisfaction. "Please mind your manners, Miss Dorothea."
The foreign minister, who lacks facial expression material, is known for his strictness and has always been the disciplinary committee member at gatherings. Of course Bai Zhishi was more difficult to deal with than him. However, the two reacted completely differently to external things. As an apprentice of the tower saint, Larson felt that the leader's approach was more free. In this regard, the witch Helen agreed with him.
"That's right, Rubin. But these are just trivial matters." Demosis sat down, and the others gathered around the table. The "Deep Space Patriarch" planned to move his magma egg under the chair, but failed to move. He couldn't help but withdraw his hand and tried to melt the ice and snow with a small cluster of magic flames. As a result, the unlucky core egg was almost cooked entirely. "There are more urgent matters that require us to make decisions." When he said this, there was an even harsher roar of flames.
"Tomorrow is this year's fire trial."
