No matter how unhappy the day was, there was still a dance in the evening at Sanssouci Palace.
Griffith found that no representatives of the burgher class were present. Not only that, according to the meeting agenda, they will not be admitted tomorrow and in the next parliament.
"Those commoners, haha, have you seen the look in their eyes? They are hoping that we will stay," the great nobleman and senator Marquis de Ribeiro said under the attention of everyone. "After they were expelled from the palace, these warm-hearted gentlemen We found a tennis court by ourselves and wanted to hold the meeting."
"Hahaha." Everyone laughed in agreement.
Aren’t the citizen representatives invited by you to discuss matters? It's too arrogant to drive them away after a disagreement. Now, how are you going to solve the financial problem... Griffith stood a few steps away, listening to the ridiculous words of these self-righteous nobles.
"They won't make trouble, right?" Some people asked rationally, "They are no better than mud-legged people."
Griffith recognized this man. He is the Marquis of Tynrad. After Duke Meyer's rebellion, he became the main figure in bonding the relationship between the court and the Senate.
This discussion immediately attracted some echoes. In the discussion, some people mentioned the frightening words "civil war" and "rebellion" uneasily.
"Mediocre people are making trouble," Marquis Bittenheim, another veteran with a long family heritage, supported Marquis Peron's point of view. "They have no legion, no cavalry, and no artillery. Chalon's elite soldiers can wipe them out in one afternoon.
“As long as the Sacrifice of the Chosen One determines a winner, miracles will usher in an unprecedented golden age.
"Nothing to worry about!"
"Oh——!" This powerful conclusion attracted a lot of approval, and even the wizards of the Arcane Council thought it made sense.
Griffith was not interested in listening anymore.
The great nobles and wizards first felt that the situation was so serious that they had to invite the citizens to negotiate, and then they gave up the plan to negotiate with the citizens so easily, and instead looked forward to the rewards of the memorial ceremony to make them better together. In a literal sense, they looked forward to it. A "miracle" occurs.
Such thoughtless action is simply unreasonable.
"Knight Ravenel," a voice interrupted Griffith's thoughts. He turned his head and found Harandil, the half-elf of Canaan, coming to say hello.
Tonight's party has invited guests from Canaan, and Galadia will also attend. Harandil came with him.
"Knight, judging from your expression, it seems that you have some opinions against the nobles?" the half-elf said as if chatting.
"A noble family?"
Seeing that Griffith was unfamiliar with this term, Harandier explained: "I refer to those ancient nobles who have a long history and have occupied seats in the Senate since the First Era. The Larmore family you are loyal to In their eyes, they can be regarded as new rich.
"The ancestors of the powerful nobles appeared like angels to save mankind from ignorance and chaos. They were the morning stars and the earliest elders. Whenever the world faced a crisis, they could conjure up improved spells and technologies. There seems to be no way they can’t do it.”
"I know very little about this, please tell me in detail."
Griffith admitted frankly, wanting to listen with some anticipation. After all, neither human nor elven history says much about the First Age. Although I don’t know where Harandil got this knowledge, it’s always good to add some historical knowledge.
The half-elf found that he had an audience, and he happily told:
"In the earliest times, there were five hundred senators in Bijlan. Several of them died in the battles with the terrifying and tyrannical, pure Slaanesh, and the scheming Tzeentch. Some of them broke away from the Senate and formed the Arcane Council and the Holy See of the Seven Gods. .
"They are almost omnipotent! Although the current situation is unstable, in fact, there are two artifacts hidden in the secret vault jointly guarded by the nobles. They can allow mankind to prosper for at least another thousand years, but they cannot be used for some reason. ."
"Please wait a moment!" Griffith covered his forehead.
He had no evidence, but for some reason he felt that the words sounded familiar, not because the content was familiar, but because the sentence structure and expression were familiar.
"Mr. Ranger," Griffith asked, "did you hear these stories from Roland?"
"Hehehehe," Harandil laughed twice and changed the subject without explanation, "According to the latest news, the second phase of the Sacrifice of the Chosen One has been advanced. The coordinates of the place where the miracle will come will be determined soon, and Wei Miss Lannoy will leave tomorrow morning."
Upon hearing this, Griffith ignored the Senate and the nobles and asked hurriedly: "Who is accompanying you?"
"Miss Laura of the Lockhavet family, we have sent out invitations through various channels, but have not contacted her. We hope she will receive the notification."
Okay, now I know... Griffith said calmly: "Please continue."
"Amun of Canaan, he is a powerful 'collector'," the half-elf said, "and there is also the huntress Erza Valkyrie of the Beacon. Miss Villanoy seems to be with her somewhere. reached consensus on these issues.”
The corners of Griffith's mouth twitched.
"Other support personnel included guards and attendants, as well as myself, Alyosha, and Miss Neferty. We persuaded her family to accompany us in this crucial operation.
"Unfortunately, we cannot enter the final trial place. Only those selected can receive amazing rewards, and may even uncover the mists of history."
At this time, loud noises suddenly sounded in the banquet hall. The distinguished guests gathered there burst into exclamation, as if they had witnessed something incredible.
"The revelation from the gods has arrived." Harandil whispered.
In the center of the hall, light and shadow were showing on a temporarily arranged magic circle.
The nobles of Bijaland were thrilled to finally see the end of a miracle mentioned only in ancient texts and legends.
The illusory projection became clear, and from the outlines of the sea, snow-capped mountains and forests, one could tell that this was a miniature scene of a huge area. The turbulent clouds and mist are like living creatures, entrenched in the core area, rolling and twisting. The moment he saw this scene, Griffith shuddered.
Some kind of fear and impulse deep in his soul frightened him.
He clearly felt that something amazing was waiting for him on this land. As long as he sets foot there, his destiny will change.
"Fellow elders, wise men, ladies and gentlemen!" the wizard who had been monitoring excitedly announced loudly, "The final sacrifice to the gods has been unveiled. The chosen one, who carries the expectations of the entire world, will go to the land of miracles!
"Then that's——
"Lost City-State Annock!"
It turned out to be Annock!
Griffith had a vague premonition the moment he saw the image of that land. The end point of the trial related to the fate of Galadia and the world happened to be on that land!
The city-state of Anok in the eastern continent was once known for its prosperous magical research. Their territory is not vast, but they have amazing magical attainments, and they even wanted to challenge Beyelan's status at one time.
Homon Watts' teaching assistant Pepe Ranchi and associate professor Velonos are both from there. They once tried to summon the unspeakable ancient gods by relying on an ancient book called the "Dead Sea Script".
One summer night, they summoned an unspeakable being. Griffith still remembers what the assistant coach said at that time:
"The air is filled with a sacred aura, and even the sky is eclipsed. The ancient god has arrived!"
A being that could not be called a creature was larger than any creature ever seen by man.
"It's so big that it's as if the ancient gods didn't create the world, but the ancient gods themselves are a world."
Subsequently, this miserable city-state was flooded by a yellow, viscous liquid. Everyone disintegrated in the yellow liquid and died of fear, pain and twisted torture.
The prosperous city-state of Annock disappeared.
Griffith heard about this crazy story not long after he arrived at Homemonworth. The half-crazy teaching assistant frightened him and immediately gave up the subject, vowing not to have anything to do with the topic of "ancient gods".
Today, the "Ancient God" found him again.
