Griffith!
Galadia's spirituality was touched. There was a strange feeling, as if I was touching, hugging, and tearing him apart with my own hands...
She panicked and woke up from her groggy exhaustion.
"Potions, or alchemy, is the science leading to the analysis, separation and recombination of matter. Is the origin pursued by alchemy to turn metal into gold, or is it the pursuit of the secret elixir of eternal life? No, this does not understand The Essence of Alchemy.”
Professor Salorian, who was visiting Canaan, held a lecture in the courtyard of the terrace to explain the theoretical prospects of potions.
Galadia fell asleep for a while just now. A whole night of hiding, vigilance, and panic had drained her energy. There was no time to escape, and even concentration became difficult.
Neferti was absent from the lecture. The audience here are all young elves and senior scholars. They stared at the formula written by the professor with impeccable seriousness. However, if you pay a little attention or throw a cup on the ground, you will find that they can jump up immediately and surround Galadia.
"Hmph~"
Miss Elf snorted softly and ran her fingers along the hem of her skirt. The mithril table knife was under her skirt and tied to her leg with a hair tie. The cold and hard touch against her skin made her twist subconsciously.
Not far away, Professor Salorian was still immersed in his knowledge.
The mystery of Canaan is always stirring. When the mysterious atmosphere reaches its climax, the elves will leave the Nebula Temple, leaving Galadia and Neferti to the dangerous night. When the danger passed, dignitaries and scholars gathered again to continue their grand plan.
Tonight, Sequence 4 Sovereign "Law Ruler" Provis, Sequence 4 Astrologer "Star Imprisonment" Galilei, Sequence 4 Demon Hunter "Guardian of Order" Edina Lightblade have arrived one after another. They are the three elven demigods who sit with Lady Aviana on the Supreme Council of the Arcane Council.
Counting Lord Salorian who came to visit, there are five demigods here.
The senators, chosen gods, scholars and knights also came. Almost all the big shots were here. They gathered together, so it couldn't be a dance party... Galadia was dissatisfied and helplessly braced herself, staring at the formula written by the professor.
In the field of identification and refining of magic materials and the theory and practice of potion preparation, there is no one more authoritative than Lord Salorian in the field of alchemy or potion. In recent years, the elves' enthusiasm for this knowledge has obviously reached a higher level.
Galadia also knew that Griffith had a "Notes on Potion Preparation". The author of the notes was the young Salorian, and the recorded contents were thoughts and experiences in study and life. The two had read together in private.
That idiot shouldn't have come here, right? He will be killed... Galadia was so nervous that she was almost trembling. Dreams and fantasies have unique mystical significance and can even be equated with perception. If Griffith really sneaks into Canaan, what awaits him will be a dragnet-like pursuit and interception.
Canaan will never let go of the Chosen One's seal that comes to his door.
Galadia's thoughts were uncontrollable, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, until she heard the professor say:
"Potion science is the path to upgrade living beings to beings equal to gods. Those mediocre people whose minds are filled with the smell of copper and immortality, those who wander in the past achievements, will never be able to touch the realm of ultimate beings. .
"If we say, the magic spell leads to the composition and origin of spiritual energy.
"Then, what potions science pursues is a pure carrier.
"Which path is the evolution of the ultimate creature? I think you can try every path, but creatures have their limits.
"Flesh and blood has limits, and there is not much room for growth anymore.
“Psychic energy without a carrier cannot be maintained in the material plane for a long time;
"What is God?
"Let us remember that spirituality becomes flesh, and flesh becomes spirituality..."
Ah, what...? Galadia suddenly woke up. Her mind seemed to be empty for a while, and she vaguely heard something remarkable.
Professor, are you serious? Do you all hear what Salorian is saying?
Galadia trembled from the bottom of her heart, but the surrounding audience remained indifferent, as if they had heard nothing just now.
"Good evening," Guardian of Order Edina Lightblade appeared at the side: "Lord Salorian, your lecture may have to come to an end temporarily. Miss Velanoyin, the elders have arrived, please don't let me My lords, please wait."
"Time flies so fast," the Magic Supreme said to Huntress with a smile, "I hope everyone listened to what I said just now."
Everyone immediately set off and walked to the temple venue accompanied by the most powerful huntress in the world.
Tonight, there will be a special meeting of the Canaanite Senate, with weapons demonstrations and dancing. For a whole night, all activities were completed inside the Nebula Temple.
Despite her imprisonment, Galadia is still one of the highest-ranking elves. No one can exclude a Radiant Elf from the Caucus.
The noble Speaker of the Canaanite Senate, Provius "the Ruler of Laws" presided over today's meeting.
"First thing, please introduce the current progress to His Excellency Tarkin Yamon."
All the elves looked over, and even the elves who were listening in the corridor and served as guards and attendants held their breath.
"The current progress is," Tarkin said calmly, "we are about to obtain the first fragment of the artifact."
That's all, Tarkin didn't say another word, no time estimate, and no explanation about the artifact fragments.
"Young tribesman, you really cherish your words like an oracle," Lord Provis nodded with a slight smile, "Then, please, Your Excellency Stannis Paulus, please explain the second matter on behalf of the army and the archbishop. .
"How's the situation over there in Beyeland?"
The majestic Elven General stood up and greeted all the Senate and nobles.
"If the Speaker is referring to the progress of the artifact," General Paulus replied, "As of now, if mankind has not obtained the first fragment of the artifact - the Diamond of Life, it should not be far away."
"Sh-!"
The crowds of senators shouted in disappointment. They are all the noblest among the elves. At this moment, they completely ignore their manners and slap the seats in boredom and anxiety.
"Concerning the war between the Confederacy and Bayerland..." the general raised his voice. This topic immediately made the elves present energetic again.
"Roland's army has set off. They have assembled 40,000 troops to besiege Turan Fort. A larger and better-equipped army is threatening Shamiyan, but the direction and true intention of the attack have not yet been identified. A decisive battle A battle of meaning can break out at any time.
"Their God's Hand, based on the intelligence they already had, Aaron deployed in Homonworth, Erza Valkyrie went to the Southern Province to pursue the Kingslayer, and the third one...
"Griffith de Ravenel is operating in Sebasto. We also found him near Canaan. According to the judgment of the Military Intelligence Bureau, this is a pre-war reconnaissance of the Bayeran army. According to this judgment, Ravenel is likely to be the main commander in the battle."
Galadia's heart was beating fast.
The elders participating in the meeting began to whisper, and it was like a large group of silkworms emerged from the meeting place, chewing mulberry leaves, making a dense and low rustling sound.
"As expected, their divine hands were restrained."
"No one can get in our way."
"It's okay, we have time."
"They can't find it, we blocked all the exits."
"Must speed up..."
The elves didn't know what they were talking about, and their expressions were sometimes anxious and sometimes relaxed. However, many eyes were cautiously cast in Galadia's direction, and then quickly dodged away.
"Quiet!" Speaker Provis hit his hammer hard, "Quiet! It seems that for the sake of truth, please be more dignified. We haven't reached the discussion stage yet, and Canaan is not over yet!"
The next person to report was Tyrael Four Star:
"My lords, the untouchables have formed a rebel army. The number of attacks in recent days has increased several times, and a larger-scale attack is brewing."
"They don't have many sealed objects, and the extraordinary ones are not strong either. They rely on those ridiculous gunpowder weapons..."
After the meeting got into details and discussions, Galadia temporarily withdrew along with several demigods. They are members of the Supreme Council of the Senate, and there is no need to spend time on trivial matters. The proposal will be submitted to them for review and approval before the final vote, and then sent back to the senators.
Ms. Aviana Sylph also attended the Supreme Council, which calmed Galadia a little.
Edina Lightblade asked: "Have you confirmed Naira's death?"
Provis replied: "Nara von Kwaimantha is 100% certain to be dead. His sister, Neferty, is under our protection."
"Salorian is here, why is he at this time..." Edina quickly asked.
"Don't worry, he is our ally," Star Imprisonment Galilei interrupted the huntress' worries, "His relationship with Canaan and our ultimate demands are beyond your imagination."
"My lords," Ms. Avina asked softly, "who can tell me why, on the eve of the golden age of Canaan, which was promised by those beings, the half-elves and humans who serve us will do whatever it takes to serve us. Resist us?"
"Allow me to correct your wording, ma'am," Provis said. "They are untouchables, creatures without citizenship.
"In order to solve the current problem, I have authorized Tyrell Four Star to organize a team of White Deaths to clear out the rebels in the city. Each of them is very powerful and can perfectly withstand counterattacks such as bows, arrows and muskets. In a short period of time, Thousands of people were killed in a short period of time..."
He said he was thirsty, raised his fingers, and a waiter immediately brought him a drink.
"Let Beyelan fight and let the blood flow like rivers. Only when the dust settles will they wake up and understand that they are just..."
The speaker's words suddenly got stuck.
Galadia, who was distracted looking at the document, raised her head and saw Provis staring at the waiter beside her. His face was filled with disbelief as he murmured:
"Who are you……"
The waiter wearing a maid skirt lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed to everyone present:
"Humanity."
The lifted skirt exposed her slender legs, and several black straight legs were tightly tied with belts. The moment the skirt was raised, the rope at one end of the straight tube was ignited and sparks erupted.
Galadia felt her shoulders suddenly being pulled back.
"boom!"
An earth-shaking loud noise hit the eardrums as if it was going to destroy everything. However, the loud noise did not come from the maid.
Together with the explosives tied to her legs, she was compressed into a ball of bright fire, getting smaller and smaller, and finally extinguished between two fingers of Provis.
The assassins and explosions were wiped out, but the roars and vibrations continued one after another, as if the entire temple was shaking. Galadia fell to the ground unsteadily, and heard a familiar voice again——
Intense, like a roar of tearing cloth.
It was a volley of hundreds of arrows, roaring and wailing intertwined with each other. The sound of dense footsteps and the collision of metal approached like a tide.
"Stand up and get out of here." Ms. Avina took Galadia's hand and pulled her up.
"What's going on? What happened?"
…
A strong hand grabbed Griffith's arm and pulled him out of the water.
"Look at you," the man said with a smile, "the great lord, being chased by a few old ladies, jumped into the sewer!"
"cut."
Griffith tapped his helmet to let the water escape. He was wearing heavy armor and couldn't bear to throw away all the equipment. He had just had a solid drink.
The person joking with him lifted his hood, revealing long ears, and his deep blue eyes were full of smiles.
"Harandil comes to report, Your Excellency, Lord Blood."
Half-elf ranger Harandil said as he took a bag of dry gunpowder and handed it to Griffith:
"It's a good idea to come early and not to come in! Go quickly, we will open the entrance to the temple and attract the attention of the demigods."
"You? Who? Why?"
"Rebels," Harandil glanced at his companions who kept passing by, raised his hand and pointed towards the temple, "You are not the only one saving the world!"
