The Sanctuary was not as big as the God Kingdoms of the older God Systems, and the residences of the Gods were not far away. It only took Arcaian a short time to find Sui Xiong.
This was mainly because Sui Xiong spent most of his time in the open-air meeting hall in the center of the God Kingdom.
Under normal circumstances, he would always lie motionless on the big table in the meeting hall, as if he was an ornament on the table. Once, Javier, the God of Celebration, saw him like this and teased him, "Where did you get that big plate of jellyfish? You spilled enough seasonings, but why didn't you cut it? "
In fact, Sui Xiong was just resting and thinking.
The war ten years ago had taken a lot out of him. The first explosion had consumed the Divine Power stored in his body, and the second explosion had used his Soul Power to gather the energy produced by the explosion, causing a second explosion of a larger scale.
That explosion had annihilated almost all of his enemies, but it had also severely injured him. Or rather, he was not injured, but rather exhausted.
Tired, not from the body, but from the soul.
Decades ago, when he had killed the Storm Gods and the Ocean Gods, he had also been seriously injured. But that time, only his body had been injured, and his soul had not been injured. At that time, he had been so sick that he could not lift his spirits. His Divine Power had been overdrawn, and his body had been exhausted. Theoretically, he could have gotten a new body, if he could.
But this time was different. He could clearly feel that his exhaustion was not only from the body, but more importantly from the soul.
He was really tired.
So he spent most of his time lying there motionlessly, recovering from the exhaustion of his soul.
This process was a bit long. Ten years had passed. Although he felt that he had recovered a lot, he was still very tired. At this speed, it might take him more than a hundred years to recover to his best state.
But it did not matter, because he had plenty of time. Now that it was so peaceful, even if he lay here for a hundred years, there would be no problem.
Moreover, he was just a little tired and not in a good state, but he still had some fighting power. Even if he encountered any trouble, he might be able to deal with it.
For example, this time.
"This is the first time I've heard you talk about your family in detail. You didn't tell me so much before." After spending about half an hour listening to Arcaian's introduction, Sui Xiong smiled and said, "So, what do you plan to do now? Will you try to persuade Buddy to release your great-grandfather and father? Or should we just break into the prison and rescue them? "
"Of course I hope to convince the Orc Judge!" Arcaian immediately replied. "The Frozen Punishment is not fatal. On the contrary, it can prolong one's life. The elders had been frozen for so many years, saving them a few days earlier or a few days later wouldn't make any difference. In comparison, if we can convince the Orc Judge to uphold the name of our Pasteur Academy, they will definitely be happier! "
Sui Xiong nodded and fell into deep thought.
If he just wanted to save someone, it would be very simple. He just had to make a trip himself. No matter how vast the Primordial Glaciers were, they would be able to search the entire place if they spent some time. They didn't believe that they wouldn't be able to find the elder of the Pasteur Clan, who had been frozen by magical means.
But … it would be difficult to convince the Orc Judge!
Even Sui Xiong had heard of the famous Orc Judge Buddy Brista more than once. As the most famous and perhaps the only famous "Golden Race" of the current era, although he was no longer a demigod and was only in the Legendary-realm, the gods did not dare to underestimate him.
He was a powerful being who had lived since the Primordial Age, and had even survived the battle where the Master of Mystery destroyed the Elven God System. He was definitely not to be underestimated!
No one knew how many trump cards the Orc Judge had hidden until he was at his wit's end. No one wanted to use the lives of their own church's Legendary experts to test the waters — no, ordinary Legendary experts were not enough at all. To deal with Buddy, one had to at least send those who had stepped into the peak of the Legendary-realm, and were just a little bit away from becoming a demigod.
That kind of expert was very precious! Only a madman would use them as consumables!
Didn't you see that even the Master of Mystery did not attack the Orc Judge? He had destroyed the entire Elven God System in the past. Would he show mercy now?
Therefore, even Sui Xiong did not want to use force against Buddy. Even if he was sure that he would win, he could not guarantee that Buddy would not have any means to cause great harm to himself, his territory, or his followers.
But, if he did not use force and only relied on words to convince Buddy, this stubborn old man?
It won't be easy!
Sui Xiong scratched his head and thought in distress.
He knew that he was not a person who was good at debating. He had prepared so much, but in the end, he still showed his fear during the public hearing. He had no choice but to use the golden name of the Master of Order to keep up appearances. If it had been a few of the top debaters in his university, they would not have needed to use the Code of Gods. They could just use their iron mouths to fight against the crowd and make all the opposing gods speechless.
If Sui Xiong's debating session in the public hearing was recorded and sent to them, they would probably look at it, shake their heads, and say disdainfully, "Trash with only five combat power."
Therefore, it was not possible to use debate techniques to convince the Orc Judge.
My fists won't work, and my tongue won't work either. What the hell should I do?
Sui Xiong could not help but frown.
He thought for a long time and asked, "Well … you have been a god for ten years. As a member of the elven race, or rather, as one of the few elven gods in the world today, have the people of the elven race not contacted you?"
"Of course they did." Arcaion was stunned. He did not understand why Sui Xiong was asking this.
"Then … who did they contact? Was their status high enough? "
Arcaion finally understood. He shook his head and sighed. "An Elder of the Grand Council came. He has a high status in the elven race. But no matter how high his status is, the Orc Judge is the one with the highest status in the elven race. He does not respect anyone. When my great-grandfather was arrested by him, an Elder tried to persuade him, saying that my great-grandfather had made great contributions to the elven race. He did not hurt many trees in his experiments, and even if he did, he could always plant new trees. It was not worth punishing a legendary strongman who had made great contributions to the elven race. But the Orc Judge ignored them. "
Sui Xiong squinted his eyes and smiled. "He could ignore one Elder, but what if two, three … or even all the Elders of the Grand Council supported the release of the two Elders of the Pasteur family?"
Arcaion's eyes lit up.
Even the highly respected Orc Judge could not oppose the entire Grand Council of the elven race. Perhaps he was strong enough, but without the support of the Grand Council, he had no right to punish anyone. Moreover, Arcaion's great-grandfather, Krakhot Pasteur, was a legendary strongman who had made great contributions to the elven race.
Of course, the Orc Judge could be stubborn, but as long as the Grand Council of the elven race decided to revoke the original wrongful punishment and release the two Elders of the Pasteur family, it would not matter what he thought. After all, he was not the only one who knew the location of the prison in the ancient glacier. He could find another Elder to lead the way.
This was a drastic solution. It bypassed the stubborn Orc Judge Buddy and directly solved the problem through legal procedures. For the Elders of the Pasteur family, this might not be a satisfactory result, but it was definitely a good solution.
After all, no one expected to persuade Buddy.
A few days later, Arcaion's incarnation visited an Elder of the Grand Council of the elven race, the one who had pleaded for Krakhot Pasteur, and discussed this matter in detail.
"Orc Judge, this is too much!" The white-haired Elder frowned. "The ancestor of the Pasteur family did not make any big mistakes. It was just a difference of ideas. Back then, he used public property for private purposes, and I was very against it. Now, he does not even give face to a kind true God. Is he still sane? "
"The Beneficent Healer is another name for Arcaion, the 'God of Healing'. Your Majesty, I understand what you mean. This is a good idea, and I will fully support you! "
Arcaion, who had been worried that this method might not work, finally let out a sigh of relief and smiled with satisfaction.
In the next few days, under the Elder's recommendation, Arcaion visited the Elders of the Grand Council of the elven race. He was very humble and did not put on any airs of a true God. He only talked to the Elders with the attitude of a rising star of the elven race. On the other hand, the elders were quite cooperative. None of them made things difficult for him. On the contrary, many of them admired him. After chatting with him for a while, many of them asked him if he was interested in building a temple in the Ancient Forest to cultivate believers.
Since the fall of the elven gods, the elven race had not had a reliable God for a long time.
Over the years, there were still a few true Gods among the elven race, but none of them were reliable. Most of them belonged to the evil camp. Arcaion, the God of Healing, who was in the good camp and had a good reputation, was the person the Elders had been waiting for for a long time.
In the eyes of the Orc Judge Buddy, medical technology was meaningless to the elves, who had a high level of magic. However, in the eyes of the Elders, rebuilding the elven race's belief system and training clergymen was far more important than "medical treatment" itself.
Moreover, as everyone knew, the Pasteur School's research direction was not limited to medical treatment. In the future, the God of Healing, Arcaion Pasteur, was very likely to expand his priesthood and obtain a priesthood related to combat. When that time came, could anyone still say that "the elves do not need to fight"?
In the eyes of the Elders, the Orc Judge deliberately did not mention this because he was biased against the Pasteur School and did not acknowledge the results of Arcaion's research.
The Chief Elder of the Grand Council was too stubborn, and everyone had tolerated him for too long. This was the perfect opportunity to tell him that the Grand Council worked for the welfare of all the elves, and not for him, Buddy Brista's words alone!
Not long after, in the Great Council, the Elders jointly proposed a proposal to "revoke the wrongful punishment of Krakhot Pasteur and his grandson Twila Pasteur, restore the reputation of the Pasteur School, and officially introduce the belief of the God of Healing into the elven race."
Hearing this proposal, the Orc Judge's expression became very ugly. He could not help but make a fuss. However, the Elders, who had always yielded to his authority in the past, joined forces this time, withstood his pressure, and passed the proposal.
This meant that the Pasteur School had finally obtained the recognition of the elven society. The long-cherished wish of the Pasteur family had finally been fulfilled by Arcaion.
Arcaion, who was standing outside waiting for news, could clearly hear the discussion and votes in the Great Council. He could not help but crack his mouth and laugh silently.
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