When he decided to open his headquarters, Larson didn't need astrology to predict what would happen today. We've been fighting for two years over the mess you left behind. Maybe you just picked the wrong person, mentor.
"I will never agree with that," Osvid Sidney, the "Silver Cross," declared.
"I'm sorry that my decision went against yours."
The old astrologer's face darkened. "Lord Demosis has laid the foundation stone for the tower's stability for thousands of years, and his decision cannot be changed. Lord Prophet, you are destroying the achievements he made with his life."
"What result?" "Eye of Iron" asked, "The destruction of the Starless Night? The shrinkage and integration of the association? Or the death of the king? It's all meaningless. What we need are allies."
"Allies? Where are they? I didn't see them. Open the gate and all you'll see is a pack of hyenas."
"If you don't open the door, you won't know that the wolf is coming outside. You are old, Sidney, and it may not make any difference whether you are buried in the belly of a wolf or a dog, but there are many young people in the tower. We must fight for a future, even if It’s for them.”
"It's probably for 'him'." "Silver Cross" said, "But whether it's to provide help or not, I can't say for sure."
"Uril becoming a garrison was a joint decision of the assembly."
"Helen and I both objected, Terrence chose to abstain, and Irony agreed. The lion and the gatekeeper, Demosis is kind to them, and after his death, their wishes need not be mentioned... But you, Gallagher, that child considers you an elder, yet you banish him outside Croyta."
"The Kingdom of Eastman is his hometown and a vassal state of the Tower. Besides, he stayed in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs...I did not deprive him of his power." But the suspicion revealed in the old astrologer's tone made Larsen irritated. "He is the apprentice sent by Haynes. Damn it, you actually thought I would hurt him?"
"I don't know, Larsen. I'm an old man, and I can't understand this world anymore." Osvid's face looked even older. After the death of his mentor, he was the oldest member of the Destiny Assembly, and Larson knew without astrology that he was not going to die soon. "Commander Company, damn, it's hard for me... well, to be honest, it's hard for me to believe it. Why is this? Who else in the world can you trust?" He leaned forward, "I won't agree to it, Larson . You want to renew the alliance, I can't oppose it, but I will never attend your coronation ceremony. This is not your kingdom, boy. You are not him."
"I never thought... it was not a coronation, Osvid, but a succession." Larsen didn't know how many times he repeated this. But except for Helen Roma and those who were familiar with the incident, everyone was dubious.
That night changed everything... After Demosis died, the tower would never return to its original appearance. The most obvious manifestation is that the destiny rally is no longer brief. Larsen knew that what they wanted was a prophet, a saint. not me.
"Demosis is dead, Uriel is still the High Ring, and you only have me." Larsen told him, "Now that I am a prophet, I have to consider the tower."
Osvid walked out of the conference hall without looking back.
"Eye of Ain" covered his eyes and sighed. Drowsiness came over me. He couldn't help but miss the days when the Kingdom of God closed its headquarters. Although I need to stay in the stargazing room all the time, facing the relics of my mentor, at least I can rest.
For a long time after the White Envoy left, Larson did not dare to publicize the death of Demosis. The war is not over yet, there is a demon hunting movement, a battle for order, Knox is in danger, and the greatest astrologer suddenly passes away, and the Destiny Assembly is crumbling. He did not dare to let such a high tower face the revenge of the devil and the temptation of the seven pivots. The Prophet is dead and everyone in the tower is no longer safe.
To make matters worse, people in the tower are panicked and rumors are flying. Due to the master-disciple relationship between Uriel and the White Envoy, after the talent of "Ion's Favorite" was made public, some people actually thought that Larson made up lies to frame the leader in order to obtain the position of prophet, and drove the apprentice out of the tower. He really didn't know how to react to this.
Even the members of the Destiny Assembly have doubts... "Silver Cross" Osvid Sidney once served as Uriel's astrology tutor, and he was very protective of this student who had only studied for one month. He questioned Uriel's whereabouts more than once, and also offered to retain the position of commander until the truth came to light.
You will be disappointed. Larson thought. The truth will crush his old bones, and the fate of the assembly will fall apart.
Larson knew very well that this old guy was just holding on to a glimmer of hope - what he really wanted was the White Envoy, the protector of the tower. Especially after the death of the Prophet. Perhaps even to this day, he did not believe the White Envoy's story about assassinating Demosis.
Today, Larson finally realizes his performance disadvantage. In the past, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs took over all external affairs. Astrologers discovered problems and the Affairs Department relayed them, but in the end everything was handed over to the envoys. Even at the headquarters, the messenger still has an extraordinary reputation, especially the reputation of intimidating the enemy... In this turbulent era, this is undoubtedly urgently needed. A strong leader can crush panic in a tower. After all, they need to feel safe.
Demosis was dead, and the White Envoy... But no matter what, Larson asked himself that he couldn't reach their level. The former possesses the apex of mystery, and has gone through the end of the gods, the age of ancestors, the War of Dawn, and the current mysterious fulcrum era, and has made great achievements as dense as the stars in the night sky, and its status is unquestionable; the latter's name can stop a child from crying at night, Its mystery is in the field of sky realm, and Larson has never seen anyone who can match it. It is true that people fear him more than they love him, but as long as he remains the White Messenger of the Tower, the Fateful Assembly need not worry about the threat of the Seven Fulcrums.
Larson didn't know why his mentor chose him and gave up the White Envoy. Although in hindsight this was the right path, in times of war people expected something different from a prophet. Moreover, if Demosis had chosen the White Envoy at that time, would he have used such drastic measures? The woman who came with the moonlight... there was a knock on the door.
The next group of guests carrying the banner of opposition was headed by Dean Rubin. Larson put down his hand and used his last tolerance to welcome the deputy foreign minister through the door in a friendly manner. His envoys and law enforcers were waiting outside the door, and the door was open, which meant open communication.
"Sir Rubin, I didn't expect you to come here in person when you are free."
"You misunderstood, Lord Prophet. I have a lot of troubles, a stack of documents, and hundreds of letters of opinion, not including time." Dean replied unkindly, but he was polite and well-spoken. At least he didn't call me a kid. "The review at headquarters continues, but there is a lot of resistance to our work."
During the closure of the headquarters, the tower began a top-to-bottom cleaning. The city closest to the White Tower, Fulcrum's headquarters, Blumnot, is the focus of the purge. The Sheriff's Department and the law enforcement team cooperated under pressure from many parties, and the search for Nightingale became even more intense. Even Larsen himself was unable to stop this madness and could only wait for the right time to deal with them.
With such a combination of thieves, gangsters, ruthless officials and executioners, he didn't know where the resistance from the law enforcement team came from. Humph, it could only be that he was dissatisfied with his teammates. In order to conceal Uriel's whereabouts, Larsen could not stop the brutal behavior of the law enforcement team. In essence, he appeased the Ministry of Foreign Affairs represented by the Qing Envoy. The Sheriff's Department was his only means of containing the law enforcement forces.
"I ordered the Astronomy Office to close the port, and asked the Public Security Bureau and the Law Enforcement Team to cooperate in the review, each responsible for different areas. The results will be handed over to the Astronomy Office for decision-making." Larson told Qingzhi, "This is acceptable to the Chief. That's the limit. Originally, Blumnot's internal affairs, review, and fire detection were all under the jurisdiction of the Affairs Department." You'd better not push your limits. The job of an emissary should be to manage the vassal state.
"The Port of Far Light is closed, and the tower has not communicated with the outside world for two years, Lord Prophet. The scope of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' functions is limited to the City of Floating Clouds, and it overlaps with the Department of Affairs."
"I will lift the blockade in the near future. Hasn't this been discussed and confirmed at the rally?"
The Green Envoy still shook his head: "The source of resistance is not the Security Bureau, but the Brumnot people. I have thousands of letters of protest here."
I see. Larson felt that a few thousand letters was too little. Could it be that he wants me to come forward to suppress public anger? It’s too late for me to support. "Everyone will receive complaints, and we can't be perfect." But he still has to comfort the other person, even if he feels that some people are asking for it. “How did your ex handle these comments?”
"He doesn't have a personal email address at all."
"What a great idea. So people can't complain to him?"
"Of course not. The Affairs Department will collect the physical letter sent to Bai Zhishi and forward it to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
"And then these valuable opinions were finally sent to the astronomy laboratory?" Larsen could not forget the countless angry public letters he received every day when he was a professor in the astronomy laboratory. Many people even wrote to him directly, even though the Astronomy Professor had almost no say in matters in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Affairs.
The Qing envoy's face became even darker: "Those are letters from mysterious creatures, written by members of the tower and children of the family. Complaints from mortals will only end up in the trash can when they reach the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
So my desk is the trash can for tower members? It was really flattering. "Well, that's not fair. Even in the tower, the number of mortals is several times that of the mystics. We have to ensure the power of the majority of people as much as possible. The wishes of the people should be taken seriously." Larsen looked around. He said to him, "Well, this means don't be cold-hearted anymore. I don't think you can write back letters one by one, right?"
There was faint laughter outside the door. People were infected by the prophet's humor and laughed kindly, making the atmosphere relaxed... but the Green Messenger did not laugh. Larsen knew that the words of others could not influence this person.
"Mortals are against our work and don't understand its importance, but the situation is what it is, and we have to accept it. Regarding the behavior of the law enforcement team, I think it needs to be slightly adjusted."
You'd be wrong, "a little" tweaking isn't likely to help. "How to say?"
"Specialized functions." Dean Rubin immediately said, "Guan Peng was a torture officer, not a police detective. It must be admitted that sometimes, the police officers of the Public Security Bureau are more suitable for detecting cases and handling disputes than his subordinates. Guan Peng’s advantage lies in dealing with spies.”
He was good at dealing with spies, especially the kind behind bars. If the spy is safely hiding among us and continues to reveal secrets to the enemy, he will be blinded. This is something everyone knows, but Larson doesn’t expose it. "Why not let our law enforcement captain return to his old job?"
"Go to prison? No. What I mean is that they can serve as an agency to supervise officials and ensure the enforcement of the law." Qingzhi tapped the handle with his knuckles, "It is still the job of the Public Security Bureau to arrest criminals. Guan Peng did not think about it. Replace police officers.”
He actually couldn't do it. Larson didn't want to mention the law enforcement captain's name at all. He knew that this person was cruel in nature, and he especially liked to torture people for fun. This guy doesn't want a confession at all, doesn't care about the truth, and isn't even willing to be a superior's knife... He only serves himself.
"You and I both know that all matters in the tower are decided by the assembly, but most of them are proposed by the Department of Affairs. These officials form families and control the power of the middle and upper classes. Eighty percent of the apprentices come from their relatives, nephews, or are acquired in exchange for wealth. . When encountering obstacles, the only difference between this gang and Guan Peng and his men is that they entrust the dirty work to killers. It’s time to put their unbridled power in a cage." The Green Envoy announced, "The law enforcement team will The embodiment of the law they had ignored, punishing these sinless criminals with thunder."
"Put power in a cage and we'll get a bunch of slackers called officials." In any case, it's better to be greedy than incompetent. Now is the time to recruit people. Even if we want to control the officials of the Department of Affairs, it is not the law enforcement team's turn to do it.
"People will learn one thing: don't do anything rashly."
"You are wrong, Your Excellency. Astrologers know the past and the future. If we cannot decisively give orders and make decisions when necessary, we will fall into endless worries about gains and losses." This is the most terrifying thing. "You're not an astrologer."
The Qing Envoy looked at him. "You are not Demosis, my lord. There is no omniscient person in this world, otherwise he would not be dead, and we would not have the differences we have today. I am very sorry about this." Larson tried his best to swallow his anger. But don't care. "But you have to face reality, Lord Prophet. The cleaning work has not yet been completed, and the law enforcement team will still need time. After the headquarters is opened, our burden will be heavier."
"Then I'll have to help you all."
"I never thought that today, you would say this to me, sir." Mr. Rubin smiled slightly, not complacently, but rather ironically.
You are not the leader either. We'll see. Larson decided to keep the position of commander vacant until Roma became an empty realm.
The other party understood his rejection. The foreign minister nodded slightly, turned around and left. His decisiveness was at odds with what he stood for, and instead made Larson hesitate. Are there any details I didn't notice? Headquarters open...subordinate country. Eastman. I see. No wonder he supported me. "Since you still need time, there is something I must remind you."
Dean stopped. "Let me guess." He had expected it. "You're his apprentice, right? I've already warned Guan Peng about this."
"I'm referring to you, Rubin." Larsen made it clear. "Stay away from that kid, the trial is over."
"If that can be called a trial." Dean snorted, "You should visit the law enforcement team's prison, my lord. That's where the devil stays."
Then we would have become corpses long ago. Larson thought. Times have changed a lot, and now secret societies are at least on par with the Seven Pivots, if not the upper hand. When the White Envoy left alone, Uriel did not choose the Nameless One, so he stayed. In fact, the traitor regarded him as his own son and an immortal undead. For two years, Larson often dreamed about the night Uriel died, and the undead lord resurrected him with the evil bone sword. Then turn around and come back and kill all the top and bottom of the tower. If that time comes, can we expect you to come forward and persuade the other party with clever words and eloquence?
"I remind you that Uriel is the apprentice of the White Envoy. Whether he knows it or not, Demosis's death is inseparable from him. Old Osvid is willing to deceive himself, but it is just because he is too old. I am not him, blood debt needs to be paid with blood."
"Uriel saved my life. That means he is not a member of the Order."
"Really? The traitor reached a high position and made a lot of contributions to the tower, right? The first person under the prophet, what an honor. Demosis trusted him, and that's why he died in his hands." Larsen Grit your teeth. The Blue Envoy continued indifferently: "Please remember, my lord, all the traitor's actions are for one purpose, and that is to eliminate the threat of Croita to the secret society. His apprentice is by no means innocent."
"... Uriel is not a nameless one, that's enough."
"Tinder cannot explain anything, and the truth can only be proven by a noose." Dean Rubin said in a firm tone. "Whether he is innocent or not, one day I will personally confirm it. After all, the devil can also deceive people, so that The creatures of order bow their heads and obey orders. The hunter's rule is that both are equally guilty." The Green Messenger opened the door. "Now I obey your orders, my lord, even if I break many laws... But I can't guarantee whether others can follow your orders. I don't know how to use the devil's methods to teach them to be obedient. You can understand this." "
"Thank you for your efforts, Your Excellency. Everyone will be grateful."
"I hope you can make plans early, sir. Think about the War of Dawn. You are the successor of the Fulcrum of Order." He pointed to the bookshelf and nodded at his chest. "Think of Demosis. Blood debt."
"I won't forget."
Qing Zhizhi came to the door.
Larson couldn't help but take a deep breath. In an instant, he felt countless troubles plaguing his mind, unable to escape. I haven't forgotten. I won't forget. However, this was not Uriel's fault. He never thought of murdering the Saint, he just felt pity for the Nameless One. He ultimately refused. He saved my life. It was the White Envoy who killed Demosis, not him.
Dean Rubin had bad intentions, so he took the initiative to change the law enforcement team. Larsen thought he would be satisfied with tormenting the Department of Affairs...but his real target was the Eastman Kingdom, the White Envoy's apprentice, and even the White Envoy himself. This ambitious deputy minister of foreign affairs dreams of one day sitting under the prophet, overthrowing his predecessor, and implementing his laws to prove himself. The new prophet wishes he really had this ability.
But even if not, Larson must still acknowledge the favor of the Green Envoy and provide him with certain conveniences. What else could be done? It is better to have incompetent allies than enemies. After the mentor's death, the tower was on the brink of crisis. Larson carefully considered that the news about the talent of the Ain Favorite, the betrayal of the White Envoy, the Kingdom of God and the prophetic dream could not be shared at the Destiny Gathering. He had too little leverage to convince the rally members, and he had to get as much support as possible from them. But the law enforcement team... I have to be careful and not be too indulgent, otherwise once I open my mouth...
Uriel is still just a personal problem, the demon hunter has lost control, and the tragic end of Winnie Watts is just around the corner. There is no doubt that there are no wise ad hoc decisions in this world. People do stupid things all the time. The difference is just more and less. Larson must make good use of the law enforcement team: suppress officials, balance the country, deter foreign enemies... and then completely eliminate them one day in the future to calm the anger of the people. This is destiny. So until that day comes, let them be arrogant, as long as they don't touch the bottom line.
Thinking about the future made him tired. There are supporters and opponents who have their own thoughts, and their representatives have all left at this moment. In the conference hall, there was only the ticking sound of the clock. The "Eye of Iron" can finally enjoy a moment of peace.
He couldn't help but think of that terrible night...the unexpected betrayal, the death of the old prophet, and then the resurrection of the dead...Since the beginning of the demon hunting movement, the most difficult war that Chloe in the Sky has faced was concentrated in a narrow room. In the study room. Pain, confusion, sadness and anxiety. Emotions burn in the soul and become the force that sustains his life. The chaos lasted only a moment, and the wounds caused still sting.
Before the funeral of Deimosus, he stayed alone in silence for a long time, using mysterious skills to stabilize the kingdom of God among the stars. This is the most important legacy left by his mentor. During the process, he kept thinking. The confusion about the future, the sense of crisis of war, and the anger of being betrayed... all passed in silence. Suddenly, he realized that the fate of the tower was in his hands.
I had to make a choice, a rational one, not one driven by emotion. After that night, Larsen concealed Uriel's actions. This child undoubtedly knows the secret of the White Envoy, and hates the demon hunting movement, and even accused the Saint to his face... At the same time, he also helped Larson, which was undoubtedly a life-saving grace, and the friendship of Eds Haynes In... However, the real reason that made Larson give up on pursuing his responsibility was his value.
This is a cold measure, and it applies to no one. Over the years, the New Prophets have carefully maintained a balance: confirming the White Emissary's betrayal to the members of the Assembly, but not holding Uriel accountable. For mortals and members of the Tower, the disappearance of the White Emissary and Uriel's departure to Eastman to take up his post as a garrison were the only answers made public.
This led to the birth of numerous rumors and the split of Destiny Gathering. But in the end, the crisis in the tower did not break out. Those who supported me and those who opposed me survived that night and live to this day. Croyta even still retains its prestige. After losing the Saint Demosis and the White Envoy, back. What else can I do?
After all, he couldn't guarantee how the Fate Assembly would view the truth: the White Envoy, Uriel, and Larsen's own role in the chaos. What's more, the verdict of the destiny gathering is still unknown, but the enemy's verdict is certain. The undead soul is an immortal. The Kingdom of God failed to destroy him. One day, destruction will come and the nightmare will come true. This is so exciting!
Larson let go of the thought of relief. Damn it, just let people think it's a political struggle. According to their thinking, I can be considered the winner for the time being, while the Bai Zhizhi series are the losers in the competition. Maybe this will teach people to be a little afraid of the new prophet.
"Teacher," the secretary reminded, "the envoys from the Holy Council of Light will be visiting soon. Do you want to prepare lunch?"
It turned out to be noon. Larsen woke up from a dream: "That's it. Let's talk at the dinner table."
"In the conference hall?"
"No." Can't be here. When the envoy of the Glorious Council arrived last time, he was greeted by all the members of the assembly and Demosis, the "Dark Night Enlightenment". It's just me here now. This was the embarrassing side, he couldn't let the allies smell the tower's weakness. "We will meet in the banquet hall. Inform Lord Terrence and Chief Aironi...wait, is the envoy this time still Bishop Essicro?"
"It's His Excellency the Paladin Commander, Lemons Theodore."
bad news. Could it be that the Holy Council of Radiance has decided that the new prophet is inferior to the old prophet? Without a saint sitting in charge, the two sides have become equals?
"Let Helen come over," Larson ordered. Now that the Holy Radiance Council has sent the new generation, Larson will not let the older generation come forward. "It's still possible to let the guests eat and drink well." Although at this moment, he was already sure that he would not be able to eat anything.
The Paladin Captain brought many people with him, one of whom was the apprentice of His Excellency the Advocate. After a few drinks, he offered her permission to study astrology in the tower. Larson agreed immediately and asked "Storm Songer" Aironi to teach her.
Lemmons had no objection to the arrangement, but the girl asked: "Sir Prophet, I heard that your Excellency is the director-general of the Affairs Department and is very busy with official duties. I'm afraid my request will add to his burden."
"Before me, Your Excellency Aironi was the professor of the astronomy room." The new prophet told her, "He will balance the responsibilities of tutor and affairs department, and impart knowledge to you selflessly. You can rest assured of this."
"But, my lord," Arabella continued, holding her fork. The paladin captain stretched out his hand to pull her, but she broke away. "I think the agent's intention is for me to learn how to become a witch from Lord Helen."
Without saying a word, the witch poked a piece of sausage. She had told Larson early on that she would not say a word to the Paladin who killed her father.
"This girl is rude." Lemmons moved the three-pronged candlestick slightly, just to cover her face. Arabella then shut up. "We have no objection at all. It was this child who made his own decision just now. The teachings of Your Majesty the Chief are always precious and hard to find, and people are just not satisfied. I swear to Lucia, everything I say comes from the bottom of my heart. Lord Prophet, you make arrangements, this The child will obey. We can make a contract."
"That's not necessary." Larsen looked at the young girl between the candles. Unexpectedly, a priest of Gaia left and a priest of Lucia came. Sabina probably wouldn't welcome her.
After settling Arabella's problem, Lemmons put down his wine glass and got straight to the point: "I bring bad news. The Ice Territory's defense line has been penetrated, and the Byrnes have begun to invade north."
"This is a reasonable development. Seven Pivot Points is no longer what it was like in the St. Mirend League. It is not easy to support the defense line for two years."
"Byrne is that city. The secret society."
Larson knew better. After Demosis died, he continued his mentor's plan to find suitable Nightingale candidates and send them to Byrne. The association is in the period of expansion after the war, and infiltration is much easier than before, but there is no Nightingale at the level of "Lord of the Flame Moon" yet.
"Now it is a demon empire." Larson told him, "The Byrnes have supplemented their lords, which means that their policies have not changed. They want to occupy the seven mysterious fulcrums, not to stand side by side."
"I think the association's target is mortals."
"Mortals are the source of everything. You and I are all mortal, and mystery is born from the ordinary, just like fire is born from the soul. The Bain people invade the vassal country and are eating away at our roots. Such actions must be combated."
Lemons frowned: "Are you sure, sir? Have you got a new one..."
"Not that kind of dream, just a prophecy. The Red Prophecy is over, and its interference with destiny is gone. Astrology has regained its power."
The paladin captain was visibly relieved and began to tear apart a cod. "You are right, Lord Prophet. We will send more manpower to defend the vassal country." But this was not what Larson wanted to hear. Is he playing dumb?
"In the face of the threat of demons, it is definitely not the right way to just kill the enemies in front of one's own door. The demon hunting movement is an example. If the seven pillars formed the St. Mirend Alliance instead of a loose demon hunting alliance, maybe the results would have changed." He I have to say it bluntly. "Besides, regarding the Ice Territory, we signed a contract in the Year of the Burning Shadow..."
"The Gates of Hell. There is such a thing."
"That place has been a land that breeds evil since ancient times." Lemons shrank his hands after hearing this, as if his fingers were pricked by fish bones. Larson frowned and looked at him. "The treaty regarding Eastman back then was drawn up by Your Excellency the Actor himself. The demon society is expanding rapidly, and the enemy's tentacles are spreading. Their first target is the Kingdom of Eastman."
"About this." The Paladin Commander said dullly, "I brought a new treaty, which was also drawn up by the Lord Actor himself."
It would be a lie to say that he didn't expect it at all. Larson knew that the Seven Fulcrum allies would care about the tower's condition in order to profit from it. He repeatedly mentioned the covenant and the threat of demons, hoping to restore the irreplaceability of astrologers in the mysterious field, but after all, he was not Demosis. The prophet took the ally's document without reading it.
"The Tower of Sky has been closed for a long time. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has multiple responsibilities, and it is inevitable that it will lose control of the mortal kingdom on the distant border." Lemons read. This guy seems to have typed up a speech. "Eastman's garrison has been vacant for a long time. The new envoy disappeared after arriving, and the gate of hell has not been guarded for a long time..."
"Are you sure it's this version? I'm going to sign it."
The other party suddenly got stuck. "What?"
"I am a prophet, and I can represent the Assembly of Destinies, Lord Theodore."
"But you didn't..." He gradually regained his composure. "You used astrology to predict the content? Divine magic..."
"...The document is sealed and very strong. Don't worry, I believe you haven't opened it, Your Excellency. What I saw was the time when it had just been written by His Excellency, the agent, before the spell was performed." Larsen heard from his ears Finally, he took out the pen, touched the plate, and happily signed the covenant with his real name. The tip of the quill is dipped in oil, but what is written is ink. "Eastman is yours, if you can take her back from the Byrnes." He licked the end of the pen, tasting beef and spices.
The paladin captain was silent for a moment. "What prophecy have you received, my lord?"
"Dark night. A long night with no end and no light." The other party was doubtful. My prediction is indeed not as convincing as Demosis's. "You are right, the Byrne Empire may make big moves." This is not just a prophecy, the undead lord declared this two years ago. "Eastman and Brestatik are the first to bear the brunt, and war will also break out in Sodria, the country of quicksand. Knox will usher in another war-torn frost moon."
But you only have me now. Larson thought. Whether this is a prophecy or a threat is up to you to decide.
"Thank you for your warning, sir." Paladin Commander Lemons replied. "But……"
"I know exactly why you're here, Your Excellency." Larsen interrupted him immediately, "We'll talk about the rest slowly. Oh, try it. This is Whale Island delicacy. The lava on it is made of maple sugar. Here. , and oranges.”
