"By the way, I heard that you were researching the relationship between the High Elves and the demons. Is it related to this?"
Essien suddenly thought of this. Roddy nodded. "Yes, because I couldn't find anything useful in the existing materials, my research has been stagnant for a long time. But I just received news that someone found a new High Elves ruin in the Forest of Silent Whispers. I plan to go and take a look. I hope it will help me."
His explanation was flawless. The other Dragons didn't find it strange. Stika even came up to him. "Isn't that great? Hollier is just beside the Forest of Silent Whispers. Heh, speaking of which, we should also research on the demons and write a paper, right? "
"That's true. I've seen Luca and the rest handing in their papers for points all day. They mentioned to me the last time that the feudal lords are interested in the quality of these papers. They might even set a review standard in the future to urge us to study spells."
There were actually quite a few "slackers" among the various Dragon Tribes. They were lazy people who spent their days in a drunken stupor. Previously, the Dragon Lords had a lot of headaches. Now that there was something that most Dragons were passionate about, they naturally wanted to take advantage of it.
Iscar also felt that writing papers was about to become a trend. He turned and asked, "Then … Prime Minister, do you think we — are we a team?"
Roddy didn't expect them to fall into his trap so easily. But thinking about it … after he used the "hand-held crystal cannon" to intimidate them, the young Dragons were obviously more willing to lower themselves and cooperate with him. He reckoned that no matter what he said, they would try to agree with him.
"Of course." He knew what Iscar wanted to say the moment he heard his tone. "Everyone, just provide me with some information. I will sign my name at the end of the paper."
This suggestion was immediately agreed by everyone. So Roddy quickly announced that everyone would gather in Hollier in half an hour. After everyone left, Kardashian, who had returned, sighed. "Are you really going to go yourself?"
"I have the inheritance of Ducal. Many details can only be found by comparing them on the spot." Roddy was no longer as humorous and relaxed as he was a few minutes ago. His brows were tightly knitted as he tidied up the demon information he had sorted out. "Some mercenary groups have already been to this ruin. Who knows how many things are left there …"
Kardashian looked at him and pursed her lips. Finally, she said, "I know … you want to avenge her, right?"
Rody, whose back was facing her, paused. His hand that was holding the document bag tightened. "Yes."
"If you like it, just say it. It's already come to this, and you still don't want others to know?"
Kardashian had witnessed Roddy's reaction after learning about Natha's injury, so she knew how important Natha was to him.
Speaking of which, after the end of the war, Roddy had become more and more sophisticated. He was able to deal with the Dragons with ease, which often gave Kardashian the illusion that his "rationality" had become instinct, and sometimes he was even as calm as a machine.
But that day, Kardashian witnessed the scene of Roddy's hair standing on end in a rage. Because of the energy of the Shadow Dragon Crystal, Roddy's aura burst out at that moment was difficult to distinguish between human and Dragons. The result of almost losing control of his emotions was that all the furniture in the house were turned into powder in the impact.
Since the establishment of the Intelligence Bureau, there had been so many casualties, but Roddy did not even blink his eyes. But the news of Natha's injury almost made him lose control. Even a fool knew what it meant. But Roddy did not respond to her question. After a short pause, he just stuffed the document in.
"Why, are you afraid that I'll be jealous?"
Kardashian walked behind Roddy and reached out to hold him. "Actually, I've long noticed that the woman around you … Hmph."
"The more I experience, the more I'm afraid of losing."
Roddy's voice was hoarse. He held Kardashian's hand. "Even Dragons will have their souls return to the Dragon God one day. I want to grasp everything, but how many people can really walk towards eternity?"
Kardashian originally had a teasing expression on her face, but after listening to his whisper, she was a little distracted at this time …
*****
On the other side, the team organized by the Holy Assembly had set off for several days.
Pope Blake of the Moon God Clan did not accompany them. As the last elder of the Holy Assembly, he naturally would not take risks in this situation. After sending out the elite team led by Pan Da, Blake was actually a little worried. After all, none of the previous operations against Roddy had succeeded. The Holy Assembly was originally an organization with many years of accumulation and strength, but in the end, in less than three years, it had actually fallen to this point. Just thinking about it made him feel helpless and bitter.
Arcanists did not believe in God, and they also did not believe in illusory things such as "destiny". In the eyes of Arcanists, "prophets" were a group of fools, and clergy were simply liars. Their ideas were a little extreme, but reality often proved that Arcanists were not wrong — prophets could not accurately predict anything, and clergy could not really let God descend …
Blake felt a little bored as a charlatan, but in order to deal with the believers, he still had to lead them in chanting prayers every day and collectively kneel to the statue of the Moon God.
The contents of these rituals were all copied from the notebook by Blake, including when to worship, when to hold the ceremony, and even the movements of chanting prayers. He completely restored these things to make the outside world no longer suspect the identity of the Holy Assembly. Because the stronger the "charlatan" aura, the harder it was to suspect the identity of the members of the Holy Assembly.
For the safety of Pan Da and the others, he also specially told them to strictly abide by the rules of their believers no matter where they went. After all, no one knew if the CIA was watching around.
It was already midnight, and the full moon had passed. But according to the rules in the notebook, on the seventh day after the full moon, the Moon God Clan would have a collective "sacrifice", offering flowers and lake water to celebrate the happiness and health that the Moon God had brought to the people.
On a cold November night, normal people would definitely choose to warm themselves in front of the fireplace. But Blake had no choice but to grit his teeth and wrap himself in a thick white robe. He walked up to the statue under the moonlight, faced these poor but devout commoners, and began to chant the prayers that he had long since become familiar with.
The flowers were placed in front of the statue. In this season, it was already quite good that most plants had not frozen to death, and these Siri flowers were rare flowers that only bloomed when the weather was cold. The notebook had specifically mentioned the flowers to be used in this month's sacrifice. Blake wanted to put on a complete show, so he had people gather a portion.
Everything proceeded just as it had before. The cold wind constantly blew, the cold and damp air making Blake feel like his face was about to freeze, but as the Pope, he could not pull up his hood in this sort of situation. Listening to the believers repeat the prayers he had just chanted, Blake wanted to end everything as soon as possible. What he needed the most right now was a cup of warm ale to warm his body.
As the cold wind blew, Blake glanced at the bright moon above his head in boredom. Just as he turned his gaze back, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
From where he was standing, the statue under the moon seemed to have an additional luster that he had not noticed before. Blake blinked his eyes, confirming that he was not seeing things. The statue itself definitely did not glow. Even if he had people use arcane techniques to create a "miracle", it would not glow with such a warm luster.
"Gulp."
Blake unconsciously swallowed his saliva. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the believers kneeling on the ground. Then he looked down at the necklace hanging in front of his chest in panic. He had casually made this necklace according to the method mentioned in the notebook, choosing a material called "Sapphire Blue Stone" and chiseling it on a full moon night. This thing was worthless in Blake's eyes, and he had made quite a few for Pan Da and the others to carry around. But at this moment, the necklace in his hand was actually emitting the same luster as the statue …
"It's a miracle! A miracle! "
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