Noland, Hearthstone Tavern.
"She's my assistant."
In the face of his elder sister's question, Josh gave her a very natural answer.
"Assistant … Josiah, if you're lacking in manpower, I can provide it to you. I'm absolutely trustworthy."
Josiah didn't know how to respond to this reply. Josiah was indeed lacking in manpower at the moment.
However, what Josiah truly lacked was a programmer. Josiah felt that there shouldn't be many people in this world who had unlocked the programming skill, and even if they did, it would only be at the beginner level.
"Thank you for your concern. I'm not lacking in manpower at the moment. I'll inform the dean of the advanced academy that you've recommended a new student to enter the academy. I'll also begin to solve the famine problem in the capital."
After Josiah gave his reply in a formulaic manner, Cersei also replied with a 'I hope everything goes well' reply.
Josiah waved his finger to close the Weave interface, turning his gaze towards Hiri who was eating her dinner.
"What's wrong?" Hiri noticed Josiah's gaze and looked up with a spoon in her mouth.
"No … Nothing."
Josiah shook his head, returning to his desk and opening up the Weave interface once more. This time, what appeared before Josiah's eyes was not the messages that kept popping up, but the inscription codes that were so complicated that even Josiah had a headache.
Even if Josiah's thinking speed and reflexes increased exponentially after entering meditation, the amount of work required to use the inscription 'programming' was still so great that it made Josiah want to collapse on the sofa and say 'I'm practically a cripple'.
What Josiah was currently making was just a pixel game. In the future, large-scale games that could easily take up to ten gigabytes and take a year or two to develop would be nearly impossible to complete by himself.
Josiah picked up the invitation with the owl seal on it. "So, the programming course in the Advanced Magic Academy is a must?"
Now, Josiah could only hope that Noland, a city full of talents, would produce one or two programming geniuses on the level of Bill Gates or Linus Benedict.
As far as Josiah knew, the one who could be crowned with the title of 'genius' was, of course, the Mage in Gray, who had the title of Sage Noland.
Josiah spent some time to edit a message and sent it to the grey-clothed man, explaining that he would visit Noland Advanced College tomorrow and hoped that a few demons would be willing to enroll.
After sending the message, Josiah quietly waited for the Sage's reply.
… …
An owl landed in front of a grey mage tower. A dim green light flashed, and the owl instantly turned into an elf.
This was one of the many beast forms that Elder Cephalon had learned. It was also the first beast form that he had learned.
He raised his head and looked at the shabby mage tower. There were a few owls squatting around the tower, as if they were monitoring the movements of this uninvited guest.
Mage towers were originally the symbol of Noland's glory, but this mage tower could be said to be the most inconspicuous one out of the seven mage towers in Noland.
Elder Cephalon pushed open the wooden door of the mage tower and walked in. The inside looked much cleaner than the outside.
He used his Dark Wood Elf vision to scan the inside of the tower, but he did not see the figure of the tower's owner.
In the darkness behind him, a fork silently reached out and pressed against Elder Cephalon's neck …
"Don't move."
A strange voice came from behind the Elder Cephalon.
The guard of the mage tower … No, this is a familiar aura.
Ever since Elder Cephalon fought with the Court of Heresy, he was very sensitive to the 'smell' of these executioners.
The Court of Heresy had destroyed the World Tree of the Dark Wood Elves and slaughtered his people. To Elder Cephalon, these people were unforgivable enemies.
Elder Cephalon did not wait for the other party to speak. Suddenly, a large number of green vines spread out from the ground, forcing the other party away from Elder Cephalon.
"You cruel invaders, why are you here?" Elder Cephalon turned around and saw the figure in the darkness.
This Nephilic Judge looked extremely young. Her cheeks were stained with cream, and she seemed to be chewing something in her mouth. The weapons in her hands were a table fork and a table knife.
"Isn't that a question I should be asking? Elf! "She said loudly to Elder Cephalon after swallowing the thing in her mouth.
Elder Cephalon was not fooled by her young appearance. A light green inscription appeared in his hand, and a large number of thorns suddenly appeared on the wooden floor of the tower.
"Stop … You two, I don't think there's any point in fighting."
The door of the tower was pushed open, and the grey-clothed person returned to the tower. She looked at the Judge Cheryl and Elder Cephalon who were confronting each other.
"Rursk, she's an executioner from the Court of Heresy."
Elder Cephalon called out the grey-clothed person's name, and at the same time, warned the person in front of him of the danger.
"That was in the past. Now, this little girl can be considered a writer. Cephalon, I know you have a lot of questions to ask me. Come with me."
The grey-clothed person seemed to have seen the Dark Wood Elf coming, and he slowly walked up to the top of the mage tower.
Elder Cephalon looked at the 'weapon' in the Judge's hand. The knife was still stained with cream, and it did not look like a murder weapon.
Elder Cephalon's strong self-control allowed him to suppress his anger towards the Judge, and he followed the grey-clothed person.
"It's been almost 30 years since we last met, Cephalon … The lifespan of humans is really short. You haven't changed much since the first time I saw you," the grey-clothed person said.
"I remember that you were a mage studying in Noland back then," Elder Cephalon said.
"Don't mention things that I can't remember, Cephalon. This time, you left the forest to seek revenge from the Church's Court of Heresy, right?"
The grey-clothed person looked at the Elven Druid quietly.
"Part of it was for the hatred of my race, and the other part was the reason the Court of Heresy destroyed the World Tree. It was not to make my race disappear from this world …"
Elder Cephalon looked around. This was the top floor of the mage tower. Although it looked like it was covered in dust and junk, it was filled with all kinds of powerful magic barriers. If anyone carelessly touched any of the books here, they would instantly turn into ashes.
"That ancient thing?" The grey-clothed person waved his hand, and a dusty book fell into his hand.
The surface of the book was covered in dust, and there were even some spider webs stuck to it.
The grey-clothed person flipped open the ancient book. The words written on it were not the words used by humans, but a complicated language that was difficult to understand.
These were the words that could be seen on the damaged buildings in the underground ruins of Noland. These words formed the runes of various inscriptions.
However, only a small number of spellcasters could understand all the words written on it, and the grey-clothed person was one of them.
"I would rather believe that everything written in this book is just a fantasy written by a madman," the grey-clothed person said.
"But it's real." Elder Cephalon stared into the grey-clothed person's eyes and said, "I met a Dark Elf in Noland, an elf that has disappeared from this world for a long time. She told me that her race's World Tree was also destroyed by the Court of Heresy. There was also a Frost Elf who encountered the same disaster, but that girl was very lucky. The Frost Elf race's World Tree still has hope of rebirth, just like … us."
"It's a pity that the spellcasters of Noland are free. They don't listen to anyone, Cephalon."
The grey-clothed person knew why the Dark Wood Elf was looking for him.
Now that the Dark Wood Elves had suffered heavy losses, they had to find reinforcements if they wanted to defeat the Kingdom of Saint.
"Don't be sad. Perhaps I can't order all the spellcasters of Noland to fight against the Kingdom of Saint, but there is indeed one in Noland."
"The demon named Josiah?" Cephalon guessed what the grey-clothed person wanted to say. "Everything that the demon showed me was indeed unimaginable, but I still can't believe that a demon can make so many humans listen to him."
"They don't listen to orders, Cephalon."
The grey-clothed person waved his hand again, and a pure white inscription appeared in his hand. The scene of the Nephilic Judge Shirley and Nun Dinessa enjoying dessert appeared in front of Cephalon.
"This is Shirley. She's a defector who betrayed the Heresy Tribunal. She escaped from the Kingdom of Saint with her friends and came to Noland through the portal."
"Defector? Did the Heresy Tribunal let them go?"
Cephalon looked at the two people on the screen, and his anger subsided a little.
He wasn't blinded by hatred.
Although the younger girl looked like a bloody executioner, Cephalon was sure that the girl in the nun's outfit didn't have anyone's blood on her hands.
The Nephilic Judges were different from each other.
"No, they carried the secret that the Heresy Tribunal hid from the world for many years. They were chased by the Nephilic Judges and were even forced into a desperate situation."
Back then, the gray-robed man had watched the live 'broadcast' on the spell casters' forum, so the tone of his narration was quite immersive.
"You saved them?"
This was the only possibility that Cephalon could guess. Otherwise, the two Nephilic Judges wouldn't have been in the grey-clothed person's Wizard Tower.
"I'm just one of the spellcasters who saved them. There were dwarves among the rescuers."
The magic net interface appeared in front of the grey-clothed person. He logged into the spellcaster forum and entered the Immovable Library section.
The spellcaster forum didn't have the ability to search, so the grey-clothed person could only look through the historical posts based on his memory.
At this time, the grey-clothed person once again experienced the convenience of the spellcaster forum. No matter how old the posts were, they wouldn't be lost due to time. He only needed to spend some time to find them.
There were fewer posts in the Immovable Library section compared to the Daily Talk and Magic Research section.
As a senior member of the spellcaster forum, the grey-clothed person used his memory to flip through more than ten pages before he found the post that Sister Skotan, or Shirley, had sent.
The grey-clothed person showed Cephalon the reply records under the post.
From Cephalon's point of view, this post could be considered as a war meeting …
In order to save that Sister Skotan, everyone in the meeting did not know each other, but all of them chose to lend a helping hand to a stranger that they had never met before.
"How did they do it?" Cephalon couldn't understand the motives of these humans and dwarves, so he had to ask.
"Maybe it's because this Sister Skotan wrote an interesting story."
The grey-clothed person closed the post and went to the first page of the Immovable Library. He opened the post that had more than seven to eight thousand replies.
It was the Diary of a Heresy Judge written by Sister Skotan.
"I've read this diary before."
When Cephalon used the spellcaster forum, he hoped to find information about the Heresy Tribunal. This Diary of a Heresy Judge had almost told him everything about the Heresy Tribunal.
"This is an interesting diary. There are many people who like diaries." The grey-clothed person wasn't stingy with his praise.
"Unfortunately, Rursk, I can't understand humans' preferences."
"That's because you didn't get to the end. For those who loved this diary, they would never be able to imagine the pain of never being able to read the last part. And the author's death would lead to this result. I think the reason why the dwarves would help is because of the game 'Hearthstone'." The grey-clothed man said.
"…"
Cephalon thought for a moment. He could already understand what the grey-clothed person was trying to say.
"It was the demon who created the magic net and the game 'Hearthstone'. Are you trying to say that it was all because of him? Rursk. "
The grey-clothed person waved his hand again, and a book that recorded the history of the world flew into his hand.
"Many years ago, the missionaries of the Kingdom of the Saint traveled all over the world. They used their own language and the words of the gospel to portray the demons as cruel monsters, the enemies of humanity." The grey-clothed person showed this part of the history to Cephalon.
"Now, why can't a demon use the magic net he created, the Voice of Noland, or even movies to tell the people the true face of the Kingdom of the Saint's Heresy Tribunal? This is his weapon, Cephalon … a weapon that is far scarier than magic, armies, or swords. "
"But this weapon needs time to shine … There aren't many World Trees left in the world that can be used as' locks'," Cephalon said.
"It won't take long."
Just as the grey-robed man was speaking, he received a message from Josh, and a smile appeared on his face as he read the contents of the message.
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