While the Truth Symposium's archmages were still working hard in the conference room, the outside of the conference room was as lively as a market.
Groups of gnomes and dwarves were loudly shouting and holding banners in the marble plaza. Flyers and banners were being distributed everywhere. Passersby would also take one or two flyers for fun.
"Protesting is not wrong. Striking is right."
"I strongly request that the archmages improve the treatment of all non-human workers in the Cloud Tower. It's not like we don't have second-class workers."
"Blackeye's alchemy laboratory closed down! That bastard boss lost three hundred thousand gold coins from gambling and eating! He took his mistress, third mistress, and fourth mistress and ran away! Blackeye! You're not human! Scum! Give me back my hard-earned money! You won't have a good ending! You'll definitely receive retribution … That's why, in order to raise our wages, we peasant workers are taking out that bastard's inventory and selling it at the lowest possible price! Don't let go of anyone who passes by! "
Alright, it would be rather unrealistic to imagine these gnomes and dwarves waving banners and asking for a raise in wages. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the sight of the gnomes doing business among the protestors. However, there were some slogans with special meanings hidden among the protestors that seemed to be telling the truth.
"We don't want war! We want peace!"
The gnomes, who always carried various dangerous items with them, were no different from arms dealers in the eyes of most people. Indeed, it was quite amusing for them to raise such slogans.
"Why hasn't the war stopped yet? Our warriors are still bleeding, our women are becoming widows, and our children are becoming orphans."
Although these slogans and banners were quite provocative, those who knew the truth found them laughable. That was because … there were no Mage Country soldiers at all on the frontlines. Most of the Mage Country's soldiers were nobles' private soldiers in name only. They were probably only capable of maintaining law and order within the country. Right now, only archmages were fighting against the Dragon Knight on the frontlines.
"What are they doing?"
"… They're probably performing some kind of art."
The dwarves who were raising banners and slogans in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Spells were quite incomprehensible. To be honest, it was likely that even these dwarves didn't know why they were here.
"Hey, hey, hey, old wine barrel, those guys are looking at us as if we're idiots. How much longer do you think we'll continue embarrassing ourselves here?"
"Don't complain, Kevin. Where else can you find such a good deal for ten gold coins a day just to shout slogans and stand on the street?"
It wasn't that the dwarf Kevin wasn't satisfied with the extra reward from his boss. He just felt that it was a little silly to paint a clean and handsome dwarf green and then hold up a green flag. It was like Aunt Adele's burnt and sticky celery cake back home. When he stood there, everything seemed to stick together, and it was very unappetizing.
"Didn't you see that the Gnomes didn't complain? They painted red to represent fresh blood. Tsk, tsk, tsk, the combination of red and green, coupled with the gnomes' disgusting prickly heads, it's simply … "
"That's right, it's like a fly nailed to a piece of fat!"
Putting aside the gnomes' usual nitpicking, the gnomes were far more enthusiastic in their cheers than the gnomes, who didn't lack money at all. They were even patrolling left and right, hoping that their employer would see them working hard and give them more work. If they could make their employer happy, it would be even better if they could increase their wages.
"Is there any point in doing this? The Archmages ignored him. Their conference has already been going on for two days. Nobody dares to go in and disturb them. "
"Then you don't understand. Our employer never does meaningless things. Since he's spending money on us, he naturally has his own plans." The old dwarf paused at this point, until little Kevin tactfully and painfully took out his private tobacco pouch, filled it up and lit it up. Then, he took a deep puff fiercely.
"Ha, our employer's main goal isn't to have them do as they say. He only wants to express his opinion, 'I know that you intend to start a war, and I'm against it,' or 'I know that you're hiding something, and I'm not happy about it.'"
"… Why don't we just rush into the conference? Directly express our demands. Those Arcane Guardians probably won't be able to stop our boss. "
"That's no different from breaking off all relations with them. And offending the entire Truth Symposium in the Mage Country? Can't youngsters use their brains a little more? That's why our employer's orders are to just stay here and shout our slogans. If anyone tries to chase us away, we'll leave. And since nobody's chasing us away even after so long, their answer is … "
"… Do whatever you want. We don't care. We absolutely can't let this information leak. "
In the conference room, a certain archmage spoke up.
* Clap! *
However, the next instant, the door to the conference room opened, and a blue-robed mage walked in. Behind him were the Arcane Guardians that had been torn apart into scrap metal.
"Roland, do you know what you've done?"
That's right, that was me. I was an unlucky individual who had been ostracized by the Truth Symposium, a foreman who had to take his subordinates and ask for their wages … Fine then, it seemed that I had accidentally made a mistake again.
But at this moment, Oslowen, the Truth Overseer of the Mystical Blade, shouted angrily. However, I knew that he was speaking on behalf of the Truth Symposium. In a way, he was trying to protect me. Otherwise, I would likely have to face the fact that I had accidentally offended the entire Truth Symposium, and the leader of an enemy organization would take this opportunity to attack me.
I glanced at the faces on the conference table. This was truly nostalgic. Many of them were people I wanted to kill, or people who wanted to kill me. At the very least, there was "Blackeye" who was annoyed by the advertising words I had personally written, and he was glaring at me viciously.
"I know that you all want to hide it, but what do you intend to do if I already know? Do you intend to silence me? Heh heh, let's talk about those dragons and giants together. "
…
Opportunities will always come quietly, but they will only favor those who are prepared. Half an hour ago, an unexpected coincidence gave me the key to open that door.
"Halent came looking for me? He's already waiting for me in the guest hall? "
I wasn't surprised at all when I heard this news. After all, I had already received news of the peace negotiations. If Halent was really an envoy from the Bardi Empire, then everything could be explained.
When I returned to Thorn Garden and walked into the hallway, I didn't see the cold handsome Beifeng who didn't speak much. Instead, I saw Beifeng, who was supposed to accompany me, sneaking out for some fresh air. Beifeng also heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that I had returned.
"You're still uncomfortable?"
"I'm a Superior Dragon, after all. Although I know it's nothing, I still instinctively feel uncomfortable."
I nodded thoughtfully. Although Draconians were called Draconians, they were actually created from a small amount of Dragons's blood and an intelligent species' secret magic. In the hierarchy of dragons, Draconians were probably even lower than the SemiDragons, who had low intelligence. They were born to be servants and slaves.
And it just so happened that the Underground World's Draconians were all slaves of the Color Dragons. In fact, they were even created by the Dragons. Halent was a descendant of the Color Dragons, a Blue Dragon. Furthermore, he had the potential to transform into a Dragon in the future. There was such a huge difference in the hierarchy of Dragons, so of course Beifeng would feel uncomfortable.
"Why did they ask you to be their host? Isn't this the same as asking Pleasant Goat to receive the Big Bad Wolf — er, a sheep to receive the Evil Wolf? "
"They probably felt that I, as a Saint, would be the most suitable host. I didn't expect that even though my power level increased, the suppression from my bloodline became even more severe. However, that brat gave me a rather unique feeling … it was as if I was facing Lady Ein Mezus. "
"Little Red? A Dragon Queen level Bloodline … no wonder he was able to become the vice leader of the Dragon Knight squadron at such a young age. "
Beifeng shook his head and focused his attention on the Dragon Knight Duke, who was still resting in the living room. His white face seemed to have been through a lot, and his head and armor were covered in sand. There were even some silver strands on his forehead at such a young age. It would seem that he hadn't been living well ever since we parted ways in the Forest of Dreams.
"I have some news. I'm currently going to meet the Truth Symposium, but they're apparently in a secret meeting. Could you introduce me to them?"
Halent immediately stood up and spoke hurriedly the moment they met. His tone seemed to be rather anxious.
"Don't be in such a hurry. Let's talk slowly."
But right now, Halent's eyes were completely blank as if he had just received some sort of shock. He lost all patience and immediately activated a memory crystal.
"This is also something that a Lord wanted me to tell you."
The circulation of mana on the table transformed into ripples of mana that formed a hazy scene in midair.
This was a wasteland. The sky was gray, and the ground was gray. It was as if all life here had been dyed in a gloomy color.
What attracted Halent's attention were the numerous statues that reached the clouds. These statues all had different postures. Some were standing with swords, some were sitting cross-legged and reading, and some were angrily roaring at the sky. However, they all had inconceivably strong bodies and handsome faces, just like those of classical heroes.
Their existence here was the truth, as if it had never changed since time immemorial.
However, these gigantic statues weren't the only ones here. At the feet of the gigantic statues, numerous small stone people were awakening from their slumber. They shook off their bodies and transformed back into physical bodies.
Once the perfect seal created by the four elements was broken, the spatial seal was removed, and the stone statues woke up from their long slumber.
Numerous small stone people woke up from their slumber. It was as if they naturally knew what they were supposed to do. They casually picked up rocks and earth to create weapons. Just like that, they used their ancestors' bodies as ladders to climb upwards, just like ants climbing up a human body.
However, their climbing wasn't smooth at all. Often, they wouldn't even reach their knees before they would suddenly be attacked by flying "mosquitoes", causing them to fall down once again.
"What's this? A battle between the statues of ants and mosquitoes? "
Halent had a bitter smile when he heard this.
"Those ants are giants. Yep, ancient giants that are at least ten meters tall. And those mosquitoes are dragons. Those statues … Titan Giants! The titan giants are about to awaken! "
That's right, these "small stone people" that weren't even the size of the toes of the gigantic statues were what other species referred to as giants. This game of ants and mosquitoes was an epic battle between giants and dragons.
When I made a slight comparison, those towering statues were the legendary titan giants that were capable of contending against the Gods.
Since the elemental balance was disrupted, the exiled Four Elements Seal lost a portion of its power. And so, the sealed Silver Species returned.
"Attack … The slumbering titans have returned!"
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