August 16, 1444, Second Age.
Griffiths ushered in his second day in Canaan in panic. He didn't know when Galadia would take him to her home to meet her family, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. He didn't know what would happen in the consul's palace, so he could only relieve his nervousness by reviewing "An Hathaway".
He tried contacting it using the echo crystal. The signal in Canaan City was excellent, but the girl didn't seem to get up yet and didn't respond at all.
Griffith, who had nothing to do, left a note and walked to the Canaan Library alone, preparing to spend the whole day there, expecting to find some information about Minos and the Spellbreaker there. Path information.
Canaan under the sun was a city of trees, gardens, and white stone buildings. Ancient golden oak trees and complex jacarandas are scattered with red and white spiers. The cobblestone or white marble streets are spotless, and the buildings are often covered with royal blue or bright green thin glass. Balconies and spiral staircases can be seen everywhere. Windowsills, railings and columns are decorated with flowers and plants. Many residents are playing harps, wind instruments or singing. It is beautiful. of admirable.
The weird mice and the murmurs and peeping outside the temple last night disappeared, as if they had never appeared in a dream.
Along the way, Griffith was astonished to find taverns, cellars, bars, and similar buildings located along tree-lined boulevards or on the banks of clear streams, outnumbering parks, markets, and libraries. Many elves came in and out, and started drinking soon after the sun had just risen.
In his opinion, shouldn't alcohol and beverages be part of the food ration? Why are there so many separate taverns? Could it be that the elves have reached the point where they will be unhappy if they can't drink at any time?
Griffith came to the foot of a towering blue spire. This building is built of heavy stone and covered with pure white marble and is located in the city center. The walls and roof are carved with countless magical animals. From the high steps, you can see the high ceiling, exquisite reliefs and blue-green plants of the first floor hall.
This is the Great Book of Canaan.
A small group of elves were gathering on the steps in front of the Great Library. Melrose, the director of the Psychic Research Center whom I just met yesterday, was also in the crowd, shouting something together.
Griffith curiously approached to take a look. He turned around a large pillar and suddenly saw a group of well-equipped elven rangers and knights. They were originally just on guard against the commotion from a distance, but as soon as they saw the would-be knights, they started to move.
Melrose also noticed the movement here, hurriedly left the crowd, grabbed Griffith before the rangers and knights took action, took him to the side, and said seriously: "This is not a game that humans can participate in. You'd better stand far away, little knight."
"What are you doing?"
"We are fighting for our rights, the freedom to mate, and we must lift the quota restrictions on magic crystals!" the director said, waving his fist.
"Is it okay for you to leave like this?"
"It doesn't matter, it won't succeed anyway, we are just yelling. However, the limited estrus time must also meet the mating task with the designated partner. Even if it is God's will, it is really unacceptable!" The director led Griffith. They came to a small bar by the river and sat down there. The beautiful half-elf waitress brought them cold drinks. Melrose took a sip and said, "Speaking of it, human beings are really good. They can come into heat whenever they want. The mating task is easily completed."
"In heat..." Griffith's expression changed. "Mating, or a mission?"
"Yes, otherwise who will give birth to the next generation of elves? You humans are so good. Except for your short lifespan, everything else is good." Melrose nodded with envy, and then took out a small silver box from his pocket. With a slender crystal needle. He installed a fine needle on his slender fingers, used a wand to dissolve the magic crystal into a liquid, and mixed it with a small jar of Diazine at a ratio of 7:100.
Under Griffith's surprised gaze, Melrose skillfully rolled up the cuff of his left arm, patted his arm and stared at it for a while, then found the vein and inserted the needle tip into the flesh, pushing the small center of the needle.
"ah--!"
Melrose let out a sigh of contentment and went limp like overcooked noodles.
Griffith asked: "What was injected today? Is it still magic crystal?"
Melrose moved his eyelids, looked around lazily, raised his head feebly and said, "Yes, seven percent solution, do you want to try it?"
The would-be knight shook his head repeatedly: "Thank you, I don't want it. At the same time, I also advise you not to destroy your body."
Melrose lay back on the seat, staring at the back of the maid not far away, and said with some regret: "You are right, but I feel restless when I have nothing to do, so I can only Rely on this for entertainment. It’s really wonderful at first, and it can also stimulate the growth of mental power. But after a long time, it’s not that exciting anymore.”
After admiring the maid's curves, he turned around and whispered mysteriously: "Hey, you know what? We are going to be finished."
Griffith naturally didn't believe it: "Why?"
Melrose looked at the ceiling and said with an expression of despair: "It's not just about the fertility rate. There are fewer and fewer newborns born every year. Not only that, the desires of Canaan citizens have also become more and more intense." The prices are getting lower and lower, and there are fewer and fewer good citizens like me who are actively mating. Even for me, I have no interest at all without any stimulation~
"If a war breaks out with heavy casualties, I am afraid that the lost population will never be replenished. Our Senate has long promulgated a bill to allow half-elves and honorary citizens to join our army, and even become the main force, and obtain it after serving for a certain period of time. Full citizenship.”
He complained for a while, then suddenly the topic changed: "Are you from the Law Breaker Path?"
"Yes." Seeing that the director might be more serious on this topic, Griffith asked seriously with some anticipation, "My path was cut off at Sequence 7. Do you know the subsequent promotion conditions or rituals? Legend also Can."
"Dream on," Melrose waved his hand. "Think back then, the spellcasters must have paid a huge price to win over the paladins and demon hunters to defeat you. How could they leave any inherited knowledge?"
"..." Griffith was stunned when he heard this.
"Why, don't you know?" When talking about this topic, the research director suddenly became interested and sat up straight. "Although there is no written record, we have a private guess that the spellbreaker is so interested in wizards. The obvious restraint has allowed the latter to become the ruler of this world. Can't your shallow mind think of the reason?
"Those demon hunters and paladins are indeed powerful, but they are no match for spellcasters. This is obvious. Strengthening shields, improving defense, projecting power, gathering energy mentality, concealment, detection, and all these extraordinary abilities have Which one cannot be imitated by magic?"
Indeed, only the resistance to magic is different... Griffith nodded in his mind.
Melrose said with a matter-of-fact expression: "The only thing magic cannot do is annihilation and dispelling magic. They are simply destined natural enemies. It is reasonable to cut off your inheritance."
"But why do other Beyonders provide assistance?" Griffith asked casually.
"I can guess with my toes that the Spellbreaker must have done something outrageous and evil and offended everyone's interests," Melrose immediately replied, "Do you know the name of the Sequence 6 of the Spellbreaker? ?”
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I know... Griffith was silent for a moment.
"Your Sequence 6 name is War Knight," the elf whispered mysteriously, "Shh, keep quiet, my friend, this name is forbidden knowledge."
"Why?"
"The name of the Extraordinary Sequence is not just a name, but also a clue." At this point, Melrose remained silent and did not go any further.
The two were silent for a while, and the elf suddenly thought of something and said with interest:
"Why do you think I know this?"
Griffith couldn't help but shake his head.
"Because, actually, I quite envy you spellbreakers," Melrose said with an astonishing idea, "I have done in-depth research on how to transform myself into a spellbreaker. Don't look at me like this, but I am also a psychic research center. As a director, you have access to a lot of knowledge that you can never imagine.
"Unfortunately, I failed."
"Why?! I mean, why do you want to become a spellbreaker?" Griffith asked confused. The knowledge of the extraordinary path to promotion has been lost, but there are still elves who want to turn it around.
A strange smile flashed across Melrose's face:
"When you reach Sequence 7, your body strength and power control will be strengthened in all aspects.
"You are all covered with weapons, girls, be careful!"
Griffith took a moment to understand. Before he could say anything, Melrose continued:
"Furthermore, hehehe, Sequence 7 spellbreakers have a certain probability of mastering attacks that damage mental power. Although they cannot be projected from a long distance, they are still very powerful.
"Hehehehe, imagine those cute, serious and smart girls, with rich knowledge and powerful magic power. Please use your imagination. They can't resist your wrist strength and be overwhelmed. Their delicate and rich spirits His strength was destroyed by wave after wave of impact, and he lost consciousness in convulsions.
"The clenched silver teeth are trembling,
"Sensitive nerves kneaded by hot touch and power,
"They struggled to gather their sanity again, only to be destroyed by the never-ending flood of impact, again and again..."
Griffith's eyes widened, thinking he was hallucinating.
"It sounds a bit obscene, but I'm done!" Melrose sighed contentedly, stood up and grabbed the half-elf receptionist, and disappeared behind the corner door without saying goodbye. Know where you went.
Griffith rubbed his face, sighed, and prepared to find something to do.
Hey, I don’t know if Rana will feel sorry if he finds out.
