One by one, other people appeared around the round table and greeted each other. The blood warrior Brunav arrived last. He looked at Aslante first, then opened his mouth and shouted with a thunderous roar:
"Hello everyone, starting from this gathering, my title will be changed to the unstoppable patriarch and the husband of Miss Shadow Priest!"
"..."
When you attended meetings before, you still used "I" to cover it up. Griffith couldn't help but touch his forehead.
Everyone present was silent. Aslante raised her hand and threw a fear spell at him, causing Brunave to run around the table several times.
The majestic figure of Mr. Hermit appeared on the upper seat, and all the participants stood up and saluted him. He nodded slightly, and the meeting, like a gathering of primary school students, became solemn and solemn.
What a strange place, Griffith couldn't help but mutter to himself. He stood up respectfully and expressed his sincere thanks to Mr. Hermit, Mr. Stargazer and all the guests for the help he had received.
The mysterious existence didn't react at all, but people could feel that its eyes were watching Griffith peacefully. After a moment, he said slowly: "The threads of life from the virtual realm are trying to interfere with reality, and certain prices will eventually have to be paid.
"Stop his plot or defeat his agents in reality will be highly rewarded.
"You can start discussing and trading."
Mr. Hermit issued a mission? Griffith is not yet familiar with the rules here. He looked left and right to see how the others would react.
"Mr. Wise Hermit, the power of the righteous gods is being mobilized, and the creator from the virtual realm is also obstructing the plan of life weaving," Mr. Arbiter said first, "Can I understand that the upcoming war will Is it a war between the gods and the agents of the outer gods?”
The hermit nodded slightly.
The coming war, the war of God's agents... Griffith's expression moved slightly, and he glanced at the participants one by one.
Miss Magician requested to speak: "Mr. Arbiter, will the creator of the virtual realm you mentioned be an ally of the Seven Gods?"
Unable to answer the question, the referee turned to the party host for advice.
Mr. Hermit answered her question: "The fabric of life, the evil spirit, the lord of creation and the god of nightmares from the virtual realm will give, and then ask for a high price. They are hunters who cannot enter."
These four names made everyone present feel terrified. Griffith was even more touched by the word hunter. He found Miss Lover and Aslante lowering their heads, wanting to cover their ears.
"How much time do we have?" Mr. Brave, who does not belong to this era, asked, with a slight tremor in his tone. "How long will it take for the outer gods to arrive?"
For a moment, Griffith sensed a commotion at the party. Everyone was silent, but tension and worry enveloped the place like invisible water.
Mr. Hermit replied: "A few years, or hundreds of years, depends on the decision of this world."
Mr. Stargazer, the participant who was already sure to be Sidious looked directly at Griffith: "The tentacles of the virtual realm are spreading to reality and lurking. Once we discover anything, we should inform each other immediately. "
The brave man who does not belong to this era nodded together with the blood warrior and the arbiter.
Mr. Hermit seemed reluctant to say more on the subject.
"Then, let's get started," Mr. Arbiter continued to promote the meeting. "Although the Outer God is about to scare me to death, business must continue. I hope to exchange information and understand the orcs' war preparations, attack directions and plans. . It can be exchanged publicly or privately. I can provide property, food, weapons, and mysterious items as consideration."
Boy, I love this part! Griffith regained his composure. For a long time, he was hampered by his studies and lacked understanding of intelligence outside of Homemonworth.
According to his habit in the Eastern battlefield, even when money is most scarce, he will save money to buy intelligence from merchants, logistics troops and sailors to understand the situation in other battlefields and when supplies may be overwhelmed and interrupted. After coming to Beyeland, although he did not lose this habit, he no longer had any free time to go out and collect intelligence.
Without enough intelligence support, Griffith felt that his strength had been suppressed to a large extent. Mr. Hermit's party finally gave him an important piece of the puzzle.
Everyone present turned their attention to Brunave and Aslante.
"We are mobilizing for war, but it will take time to assemble the army," Brunave said nonchalantly. "Unfortunately, I have no information to exchange, and the details are not available to me."
Miss Shadow Priest added: "This will be a big war, no less big than the war that ended on the Eastern Front a year ago. I can get the list of generals and some information on the two fronts of the Clan Alliance, if you need it. ."
"I need it very much," the arbitrator replied, "then, let's communicate alone, and the materials will still be delivered to you through the previous method?"
Aslante nodded: "Give the supplies directly to the Blood Warrior, and he will arrange a way to receive them."
Miss Lover let out a small "Wow" and then clapped her hands. Brunave's burly body twisted directly in his seat.
After Miss Troll finished speaking, she stared at the Blood Warrior and said, "The material arrangements are waiting for my notification."
"Dear, um, Miss Priest, you can say whatever you want!" Brunave roared, swallowing a few words that he was about to spit out, and replaced them with more appropriate ones.
Why? Doesn't Aslante still want to test this orc? Why are they progressing so quickly? Brunave, you can do it——!
Griffith became confused, but quickly gave up his initial assumptions.
No, no, why does this troll girl sell information about her own people so naturally? It seems like she and the arbiter have cooperated a lot before. The forces behind her must have their own plans and have been waiting for the right opportunity.
Wait, wait, two front armies? The front army of the Clan Alliance is the highest level strategic unit. Each front army is equivalent to an army composed of more than 2 legions and auxiliary legions in Beyeland. How could she get such important information?
Aslante's life experience is not good, and the support from her family may be very limited. So, are her actions the will of the God of Night and Shadow, one of the Seven Gods, or are they acting alone on part of the parish?
At this time, Miss Magician glanced at Griffith, who was thinking: "Mr. Death Knight will definitely fight, right?"
Griffith nodded in confirmation. His military identity cannot be concealed, and he has no intention of concealing it.
"Then, I want to ask you a favor."
Miss Magic requested a private session, bringing Griffith into an isolated space.
Her face is unrecognizable and her voice has changed, allowing her to state her expectations without fear.
"Mr. Death Knight, if my guess is correct, you should be a young officer from Beyelan."
"Yes."
"Hmm~" Miss Magician thought for a while, "Although I can't see clearly, I guess based on your momentum and demeanor, combined with your ability to join this party, you are probably a cavalry officer of the Guards, right?"
"You are really perceptive," Griffiths did not hide it, "that's true."
Miss Magician felt a little happy:
"I would like to ask you to pay attention to the girl in Anjou. If there is anything abnormal about her on the front line, please inform me immediately through Mr. Hermit. For your information, I can provide money, mysterious materials or other intelligence and occult knowledge in exchange ."
"Mr. Hermit?" This request and contact information were a bit unexpected. Griffith was very enthusiastic about exchanging information.
"Yes, when you need it, you can contact Mr. Hermit through Lord Minos to make a request."
"I know, but," Griffith thought for a while, "What are the abnormalities in the Saint?"
Miss Magician took two steps in the night-like space and sorted out her thoughts:
"Judging from the information I have obtained, she is a saint of the Holy Light Church. She is a beautiful, pure and kind girl. She lives a simple life, is brave in battle, and has charm, affinity and the power to perform miracles that mortals cannot imagine. . However, her true appearance and origin are unknown. I will know this information sooner or later, but, as of now, there are mysterious forces exerting obstacles.
"If the prince leads the army in battle, the saint will definitely lead the believers of the Holy Light to come to support. This is reasonable from all aspects, and it should be so. With the support of the Holy See, the trust of the people, and military power, if the war is won and prestige is gained, Isn't the power in the prince's hands too powerful?
“There should be many forces that don’t like to see this scene.
"I have a hunch that the Holy Light Church or some other organization may be planning an undetectable conspiracy."
Griffith agrees. The Holy Light Church's selection and training of saints has long been prohibited by the new canon. He subconsciously beat his chest in greeting and accepted Miss Magician's request.
After they returned to the round table of the party, the referee continued: "Are there any other requests or suggestions?"
Griffith hesitated, raised his hand and said: "I hope to know the information about Miss Iletia of Homemon Watts. If anyone has heard of her, I can pay currency or provide other information in exchange."
The guests present had no reaction and had never heard of this man at all. Although the scene is a bit embarrassing, it is also reasonable.
Griffith glanced at Miss Lover and found that she was also looking at him, and smiled slightly.
…
The party ended half an hour after it started. Before leaving, Griffith confirmed with Mr. Hermit that before the next gathering, he could apply through the ring to request assistance from Mr. Hermit or other participants.
In a daze, he returned to the stairs he had just ascended. There was nothing strange around him and no one noticed. Getting to the party and back is easy and discreet.
However, this is not an option in the long run. Attending Mr. Hermit's party is actually moving your position. If you are bumped into by professors or noticed by others, it will cause a lot of trouble. You have to think of a way...
Griffith put aside this idea for the time being, put on Han Guang and Judgment, slipped out of the dormitory quietly, went to the warehouse to get the grenade he had just received, and went outside the library of Silver Moon Tower.
It was already bedtime, but Griffith had important things to do.
After experiencing more and more events, Griffith found that it was impossible for him to avoid the ancient gods and their tentacles extending out into the world.
In particular, both the principal and Professor Salorian are involved in the terrifying monsters in the Bellomont ruins. The existence of monsters even involves the secrets of the God of Dreams sleeping underground. If the two are contaminated, Homemonworth will no longer be safe.
However, having said that, there is no safe place in this world. Even the archons and relatives of Canaan can be destroyed overnight. What else is impossible to happen?
He summoned the blood puppet, gave it a bag of grenades and an oil lamp, and then called the bone ring:
"Minos, you control this puppet. If I don't come out within five minutes, you will light these things and detonate them on the spot."
What if the monster senior sister is not good for me, uses some means to isolate me from the outside world, and wants to eat me... Then the explosion will wake up the whole school. I should be able to hold on for five minutes.
After giving the order, Griffith thought about it carefully, but still felt uneasy: "If you and I are shielded in this tower, can you also control the puppet?"
"Information transmission and interference are complex subjects, and Minos cannot guarantee it," the bone ring replied. "For the sake of safety, it is recommended to keep Minos on the puppet. Minos will strengthen the puppet, and the appearance, smell and appearance of the puppet will be improved." Achieve maximum simulation in all aspects such as eyes, and speak and act according to your instructions to avoid arousing suspicion from others and ensure the success of the detonation.”
"Oh? That's an idea. You are really a smart bone." Griffith took off the ring and handed it to the puppet to put on.
As the bone ring became compatible with the aura of the puppet, two guys who looked the same and smelled the same stood in the moonlight, staring at each other with big eyes.
The would-be knight moved his wrist, and the puppet also moved its wrist. He shook his head, and the puppet shook its head too.
Griffith used his brain and gave silent instructions, and the puppet spoke in exactly the same tone as him: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
This thing works! Looks just like the real thing. In the future, when other girls asked me to drink tea and couldn't refuse, I would ask Minos to drink the tea. You can even go to class and take exams for me! I can look up the answer somewhere else to tell it!
What a great idea, as expected of me!
Griffith suddenly became interested and waved at Silver Moon Tower: "You, go in with a grenade and have a conversation according to my instructions."
"Minos found that your two instructions were inconsistent. According to the earlier plan, Minos should control the puppet to wait outside the tower."
"Yes," Griffith nodded, "I changed my mind. Quick, bring these grenades."
…
"Griffith" came to the deserted library and tapped on the bookshelf.
Soon, the pleasant rustling sound of skirts brushing against bookshelves and floors came from the stairs. The beautiful senior sister who appeared in the Forbidden Library appeared again:
"Good evening, Mr. Death Knight, why are you here alone?"
Her words directly revealed Griffith's identity. Strange psychic energy fluctuations spread, and although they were not hostile, they enveloped the entire tower in silence.
"Good evening," Griffith squeezed the grenade and nodded to her while pretending to be trembling, "Miss Iletia, I'm here to talk to you."
"Bringing those thick and hard things to negotiate? Oh, you are so annoying, you look very ungraceful~" The beautiful woman with long black hair chuckled like a nightingale, "All I have is this little It’s a small library, what else can be allowed?”
Her laughter made Griffith feel more relaxed, but he did not dare to be presumptuous at all and asked politely:
"I know some knowledge about you and Professor Salorian, and I may be drafted to the battlefield at any time. Before that, I want to know, what are you doing here? Will it cause any harm to the humans and elves here? Danger?"
"What bad things can a librarian do?" Miss Lover shook her head helplessly, "Don't worry, Iletia is not a threat to anyone now, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with Salorian or anything like that. ."
"Well, can you tell me why?"
"No, tell, tell, you!" Miss Lover said in a longer tone, somewhat mischievously, "You are not my boyfriend, why should I tell you my inner journey!"
