The princess knew the situation in the south very well. No wonder, after all, this matter was related to Commodus, and she paid special attention to it... Griffith listened quietly, trying hard to think about the profound meaning of Miss Mirantis's words.
One of the Seven Hands of God has already gone, and the remaining ones will have to decide the winner sooner or later. Galadia and Tarkin are in Canaan, and Aaron is in Homemonworth. They all have powerful demigods to protect them, and they vaguely check and balance each other, forming a subtle balance of power under the threat of the Confederacy.
The remaining three Griffiths, Erza and Commodus are the prey.
The big shots are counting on me and Commodus to fight... Griffith's grasp of the situation is becoming clearer.
If Commodus could be killed, that would be the best; if he couldn't come back, it wouldn't matter.
"Do you know Councilor Milovan Neville of the Arcane Council?"
Erza asked a question. Everyone here hesitated for a moment, knowing very little about this unknown person.
But Griffith knew. After the incident on Neopolis Island, Count Larmore reminded him not to rush into the relevant secrets.
Erza glanced at Griffith, unable to see anything through the fog. She seemed to have already made a plan and expressed her thoughts:
"It has long been an open secret among the upper class of Byerland and wealthy southern businessmen to increase youth, longevity and strength through mystery. When the mystery at their fingertips cannot satisfy their desires, they will get involved in taboos.
"Arcane Councilor Milovan Neville was a scholar and explorer. His career and fortune centered on the wild and mysterious lands to the south.
"Years ago, he joined the investigation team led by Joffrin Lentilus and Wesker de Crozier. If you don't know these two people, you only need to know that their descendants are the prophesied Light and Wesker respectively. Darkness brings balance to Aaron and the hand of the false god, Insius, who appears in Verona.”
Erza paused and looked at Mr. Hermit respectfully and carefully. The others were too nervous to breathe.
The great Dark Lord had no reaction. It seems that his defeat at the hands of Aaron was just a joke...
"The investigation team accepted the commission of a certain big shot and went deep into the rainforest and ruins to search for the miracles of the ancient gods. There are still evil figures active in the ancient ruins. It is said that powerful guardians guard there day and night.
"They must have discovered something. My investigation found many secret laboratories related to them in various places, all of which have been abandoned."
“The Kingslayer brought his most powerful knights and priests to the ruins, looking for a way to the depths.
"He may be searching for the secrets of the blood of the ancestors, looking for the will of the ancient gods that has not dissipated.
"As long as the fallen characteristics left by the ancient gods are retrieved from the ruins and injected into a suitable container, the form of the ancient gods may be hatched in reality."
"But there is a question," Griffith asked. "Commodus obtained the power of plague and dreams. The mystery hidden in the southern jungle is likely to originate from the path of death. Can the powers of different paths be integrated with each other?"
The party fell silent. Griffith had already had his doubts. He clearly remembered that what Naira was looking for in the giant conch in the Sea of Chaos was also a strange way - the characteristics of the master's dream.
Why are they all looking for powers of different attributes? Aren't they afraid of losing control?
"The essence of power is different paths leading to the same destination."
Mr. Hermit's words interrupted Griffith's thoughts. She said: "The key to breaking through to the demigod level is to integrate the extraordinary characteristics of specific alien pathways."
The guests at the party listened with bated breath. The occult knowledge of demigods obviously exceeded everyone's common sense and research scope.
Why fusion? Is it to enhance or suppress?
However, the hermit did not continue. She sat quietly and profoundly in her throne and stopped talking.
Griffith hesitated for a while, then hurriedly saluted respectfully: "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Hermit."
The battle in the Emon Province seems inevitable, where Griffith and Erza must decide the outcome with Commodus.
The arbiter stood up respectfully and asked another question that everyone was concerned about:
"Mr. Great Hermit, can you give us instructions? What do we need to do in the coming civil war?"
The hermit said:
“The Confederacy will launch an offensive, and the two armies of Sebasto and Verona will drive out the local Bijeran forces, and soon the war will spread across the entire territory.
“But the mystery of Beyeland goes beyond common sense.
"You will see -
"A real miracle."
…
Sonia fell in love for the first time in her life.
Not long ago, she was still worried about how to express her sweet feelings, thinking that as long as she said it, she would be liberated from the terrible and happy responsibility.
"My Griffith is the best cavalry officer in Beyeland. He is so talented and responsible that none of the gentlemen in the drawing room can compare with him!"
It was with this thought that Sonia could make up her mind. When she heard how her knights opened up a new world in the desolate and simple countryside, she suddenly gained courage - even if she was competing with the Elf Princess of Canaan, she was not afraid.
It is such a blessing to be able to express my feelings!
However, the situation developed rapidly.
That night, Sonia's greatest enemy, and certainly one of her best friends, bowed out. The elves left Griffith and were going to the mythical kingdom, where they might be imprisoned forever like the princess in the story.
Sonia took a moment to wake up and understand what a horrific event had occurred. She almost became the embodiment of pride and responsibility. There was no longer a matter of competing with Galadia, and Griffith was as panicked as a cat on a hot pot.
Sonia's eyes were full of tenderness and concern, and she quietly watched her knight pack up his equipment.
After handling the affairs in Verona, Griffith and Sonia returned to Homemonworth together. They spent a few days catching up on homework, focusing on preparing for the next move.
First of all, there was the public meeting of Bayerland, where the Senate and the Confederation had to work hard for the last chance for peace, and the dignitaries had to attend.
Then, Griffith met with Roland in private to plan for sneaking into Canaan and even more terrifying operations. Before the end of the month, he had to go to the province of Emmon to perform military duties there.
"As long as Commodus is killed, I can have the most Chosen Marks with the support of Erza," Griffith said. "With Miracle and Roland's army, I can defeat Jia La Diya to the rescue!
"There will be a series of battles next. For the sake of miracles, some people will do anything. The battle of the Hand of God is just talk.
"You go south with your family, far away from the battlefield."
Sonia looked at him with wide eyes, almost forgetting her identity. However, she can still be regarded as the more rational person among the two:
"Griffith, those people will... when you leave the public eye and go south, you will be in danger. They are just waiting for the opportunity to take action!"
"Let them come, Sonia," growled Griffith, "my eyes are so thirsty."
"However, there are several demigods in the Arcane Council who support Aaron, and the others, at least, will not openly oppose it," the Countess said in a squeaky voice, "They will set a trap in the south, just waiting for you... The moment your battle with Commodus ends, they will move."
Sending the Hand of God to the south was almost an obvious plot. Once there, how can we escape without an army or allies?
"What are you talking about, Sonia, can't you ask me to surrender?"
Griffith was very angry. However, when he saw the aggrieved Sonia, his tone and expression immediately softened.
What's wrong with me? Why should I vent my anger on Sonia? Those who plot against me are the demigods who are destined to jump out and attack at the climax of the battle. As long as they defeat all the other gods, Aaron can Open the era of miracles according to their wishes...
How could Griffith himself, even with Erza in tow, defeat a Digital Sequence 4 demigod?
Griffith sighed and sat down next to Sonia.
"I can't," he said, "Fate has spoken. I have responsibilities to Galadia and must fulfill them. I must act as quickly as possible, so as to gain the upper hand before the strong intervene. The battle with Commodus is exactly that. I need!"
He raised his hand and waved: "Sonia, you know. The hand of God is a sacrifice.
"There is only battle before me. There is no time for fear or hesitation...
"I want to use faster and more decisive attacks to crush the plots of those big shots before they take action."
"Okay," Sonia grabbed his hand tightly, stood up, and took a deep breath, "Then I order you."
The countess used honorifics, a tone that had never appeared in her conversation with Griffith:
"Your life is not yours alone,
“Our lives will be changed by the decisions we make today, and I have my rights.
"Today is the day to attend Beyelan's banquet. In the evening, when you set off for Canaan, Count and Countess Larmore will receive a letter——
"If they can't get Count Chalon, one of the two Archons, to stand behind Griffith, if the allies coming and going in their living room do nothing, if the demigods of the Arcane Council interfere in the battle of the Hand,
"If the Earl of Larmore's Palace cannot send all its forces to support, the Earl and his wife will know...
"Their daughter will fight alongside her fiancé until the end."
Um? !
"Sonia, you..."
Griffith was shocked. It was the first time that the meek countess spoke to him in a commanding tone, and she said such shocking words.
"I command you, sir!"
The girl stood on tiptoes and hugged his neck:
"I forbid you to die alone!
"In the name of those who love you, I command you to win the Sacrifice of the Chosen One."
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