Salorian said calmly as if teaching in class:
"The Sacrifice of the Chosen One is full of unknowns. The chosen ones in the past were unwilling to tell their experiences during this period. The only thing that is certain is that during this trial, they entered an unconventional space and were once close to hiding. The truth about the long history.”
Unconventional space?
Despite his eagerness to climb the tree to get to Galadia's room, Griffith was attracted by the demigod's words.
"The Sacrifice of the Chosen One is divided into several stages, and you will be given time to prepare. You can copy my potion, and the formula is written on the potion bottle, but you cannot leak it to others," Salorian said, "Be careful. Choose your tactics, my student. This competition is out of sight of the Arcane Council and the public, and cruel and crazy things can happen.
"When you return from the Sacrifice of the Chosen One, report the process to me immediately."
"Yes, my mentor." Griffith bowed respectfully and agreed.
This competition full of unknowns and dangers is just the beginning. Since Galadia is involved, I need Salorian's knowledge and assistance. No matter how many secrets he hides or what his intentions are... having said that, I can Ask him about other things, maybe the powerful demigod will tell me some unexpected information.
Griffith weighed the pros and cons in his mind. When he raised his head again, he asked cautiously:
"My mentor, I...
"Eh?"
There was no one on the snow in front of me. The demigod disappeared without a trace for some unknown reason.
Griffith was stunned for a while, thinking about his own question and not eager to find the answer, then climbed up the ginkgo tree again. He followed the treetops and jumped to Galadia's window.
The girl had already opened the window and was waiting for him.
"What are you talking about with Salorian?" Miss Elf just saw the two talking by the window and was very curious. "Everyone is afraid of him, but you unexpectedly get along with him."
"Really? I think the professor is quite easy-going," Griffith said. "Of course, he is a bit elusive."
"Is it just some? Forget it, this is your business~" Miss Elf pulled her boyfriend to sit down by the bed and hid her hand in his palm, "Yalan sent me a message and told me Something related to the sacrifice of the Chosen One."
Yalan, oh, that's Ms. Avina... Griffith nodded and listened carefully to Galadia's explanation.
"The memorial ceremony will begin in a few days, and the procedure can be divided into three stages. However, this is not a competition hosted by humans and elves. All actions will be informed by the oracle.
"Based on rough observations, after the full list of members is announced, all the selected people will be marked. Every 6 hours, the selected people will receive divine revelation and know the location of other participants. This stage did not exist at the beginning. There is a fixed venue and no clear tasks.”
There are no mission objectives and no venue restrictions in the first stage? Is this a competition?
Griffith was confused for a while. He has participated in competitions hosted by the army and the school, which are nothing more than finding things at a specific time and place, defeating an opponent, or completing certain tasks.
However, reporting every 6 hours...no goals, no limits!
At this moment, Griffith's hair stood on end and his whole body was as cold as a frog in front of a poisonous snake.
He understood and understood the significance of this arrangement.
Is this a competition arranged by God? The Sacrifice of the Chosen One, this is truly a sacrifice!
Galadia also understands the significance of this arrangement. Griffith could even feel her fear.
"Don't worry, I will protect you," Griffith said. "From now on, I will never leave you!"
"Yeah!" Miss Elf nodded excitedly, "But this is a girls' dormitory. It's against discipline for you to stay here. It's not okay~ Sonia and the others will be back later."
Galadia regretted the words as soon as she said them. She especially wanted Griffith to stay, for fear that he would go back following this logic. As for violating discipline, Sonia and so on...
Miss Elf looked at her closet. Isn’t it quite spacious?
"It doesn't matter," Griffith waved his hand. "It's not a violation of discipline if you don't let others discover it! Go on, I need to have as much information as possible."
Galadia immediately breathed a sigh of relief, caressing her chest and said:
"At the end of the first phase, the selected person will be given an address. They need to rush to the destination within 48 hours. This is the second phase."
The first stage is to collect intelligence, win over and reduce competitors; the second stage is to maneuver, and the destination must be a mysterious place, or even a door to a certain plane.
"The third stage is unpredictable," Miss Elf said. "The winner will be determined there, leading to the mystery of the highest level. Everything is unpredictable. I think the most important thing is to consider what to do next. Go to worship Jeram, or go back to Canaan.”
Canaan was completely uncontrollable and too far away. Teleporting through the mage tower is certainly a convenient solution, but at this point, there are unpredictable risks.
"Go to Beyeland," Griffith said. "I'm here, as well as Sonia, Lana and Fiona, and we can also get support from Count Larmore and Count Sharon. We also need to collect some intelligence."
"Yeah!" Galadia agreed on the spot. She was about to add, when her pointed ears suddenly stood up:
"Oh, no! Fiona and the others are back!"
"Really?" Griffith heard nothing.
"I heard footsteps. I could hear Fiona jumping up and down from two miles away!" Galadia became nervous. "Hurry up and hide in the closet!"
"I don't!" Don't do this again! Griffith sternly refused.
But Miss Elf was very anxious, pushed his arm and stuffed it into the closet.
"If you don't go to the closet, go under the bed!"
"I'll stay here tonight," Griffith said loudly, "I can sleep on the floor!"
When she thought of the scene of being kissed on her finger when she woke up that morning, Miss Elf covered her ears and turned over, shaking her head in a huff: "No, no, no, no! How embarrassing!"
"Wouldn't it be better to make it clear to them? If you don't agree, I will go out and stay downstairs."
With that said, Griffith was about to walk to the window sill. However, Galadia hugged his arm tightly and hung there like a koala.
"You promised to accompany me tonight! Big liar, keep your word! Fiona is almost here, hide, yes, hide in my quilt! My quilt is too big, hehe!"
"Then why are you hiding?! I, Griffith, will sleep on the floor if I want to. Not even the Seven Gods can stop me!"
"Isn't it so glorious to just sleep on the floor? If you don't dare to sleep on a bed, are you still a man?"
Galadia was angry.
She loosened her arms and quickly grabbed Griffith's arm and turned it inside. Before Griffith could react, he received a heavy blow on the inside of his left knee, and his body went limp and he knelt down on the spot.
In the flash of lightning, before the tall knight could kneel down on the oak floor, he saw a pair of long legs spinning and rolling forward like a dance, rolling up his body and slamming forward.
"Hiss-la!"
Griffith heard a familiar sound of his skirt tearing, and then he fell onto the soft bed, and was at a loss for a moment. Galadia's light figure jumped up and rode on her waist.
I, the knight of Beyeland, the officer of the Praetorian Guard, have always been the one to ride a horse, the mermaid, and my brother... not even my sister has ever ridden me!
Griffith struggled angrily. However, Miss Elf moved faster than him, following the axis of the counterattack to avoid the arm that was grabbing at her. Her beautiful legs wearing white cotton stockings flashed from between the torn skirts, crossed Griffith's neck, and locked live.
While being tightly entangled by these long legs, Griffith's arms were also grasped tightly and clasped on Galadia's shoulders, unable to move like a crab about to enter a steamer.
"Use it anyway, Griffith, your close combat is the most useless!"
"Ouch!" The lock on the neck almost made Griffith spit out his dinner. "You, uh, I'll show you what a real man...Lana is?"
The noisy winter night suddenly fell silent. The two people rolling on the bed saw Lana jumping into the window sill and landing steadily on the floor like a cat.
Falling snow fell from the branches outside the window, making a gentle creaking sound on the ground.
Lana held a roll of rope in his hand, and looked at Griffith with wide eyes in surprise, and then at Galadia, who was twisted into a ball with him.
"Feel sorry.
"disturb.
"Hope you guys have fun."
Lana stepped back to the window sill and added hesitantly: "You also have to pay attention to safety, eh."
Galadia jumped up with a whoosh, and swept over Lana without waiting for him to escape. The burly hussar took the blow with his face, and his head moved sideways and hit the window frame with a loud noise. Griffith followed and dragged him to the ground.
"Use his rope to bind it firmly!" Galadia took out her wand and pointed at Lana, "I want to use the Forgetting Curse!"
Griffith and Lana immediately began to grapple on the floor. They rolled from the corner of the table onto the carpet, and from the carpet to the bookcase, pulling at their cloaks, tearing their coats, tearing off their shirts, rolling around on the floor of the girls' dormitory like two fighting bears.
"Hold him down, I can't even aim." Miss Elf's wand was pointed at Lana, and Griffith was flipped to the axis of the spell's launch, unable to aim.
"Lana, you're tearing down the house!" Fiona pushed the door open with a bang and came in.
"..."
The three people in the room were stunned for a moment.
A few buttons that were torn off the shirt rolled to Fiona's feet. The anxious Griffiths and Lana locked each other with ferocious faces, not daring to let go. The bronzed muscles on their open chests condensed explosive power and lines, and heavy sweat was pouring out.
Galadia was so embarrassed: "Fiona, listen to our explanation! This is..."
"This is the Kingdom of God! Ah - I, I can't do it anymore~" Fiona's beautiful blue eyes flashed with a joyful light that had reached the bliss of life, her cheeks flushed, and she fainted with a plop.
Lana jumped up quickly, and Griffith did not dare to neglect, carefully lifting the girl and moving her to the bed.
…
Sonia walked up the stairs thoughtfully. When Galadia left with Griffith, her face was burning at the long table. Fiona was at a loss and could only sneak away with Lana.
The torture and embarrassment were unprecedented in my life. How could Sonia sit still when there was no one around her?
Angry and embarrassed, she immediately got up and left the party.
It was obviously me first, it should have been me first. Whether it's a revelation of fate or a sacred contract, Griffith is my knight!
Why is Galadia's hair on Griffith's bed? How many things are they hiding from me?
The countess became more and more uncomfortable as she thought about it, and she almost cried. She walked aimlessly and returned to the dormitory before she knew it.
The door to the room was open, and there were faint sounds of banging and exclamations. Sonia poked her head out in surprise, and saw Galadia, who had torn off the hem of her skirt and exposed her thighs, sitting on the sofa with her head pressed down, and a roll of rope at her feet.
Griffith, who was disheveled and with his chest exposed, was holding Fiona's legs, while Lana, who was also naked, lifted her head and placed it on the bed. The two of them were breathing heavily, and large beads of sweat dripped from their cheeks, rolling over their strong chest muscles.
"Huh..." Griffith wiped his sweat and asked Lana, "Although I'm sorry for Fiona (scared her faint), but you can't escape my grasp, just obey me, I I won’t eat you.”
What are you going to do to Rana! Still want to eat? Sonia at the door was stunned.
"Hmph," Lana, who was breathing heavily, pulled open his shirt and threw it at his feet, "But I won't be polite. I will fight with you today!"
Divide it into upper and lower, which kind... up and down! For a moment, Sonia thought of the four-panel comic that Fiona showed her that she had to cover her eyes and find it difficult to speak.
The scene in front of me is clearly...
Focusing on the powerful enemy in front of them, Griffith and Lana took off their shirts and circled around the room. They are experienced warriors, strong men who have dabbled in the extraordinary, and warriors who fight giant beasts. The victory or defeat in front of them can happen in an instant.
"You shameless bad guys!" Sonia pulled out the lightning mahogany wand, yelled and chanted a spell, and a bolt of thunder roared out.
