Assequero.
The astrologer Queytoan suddenly woke up from his dream. He covered his forehead with his hand and adjusted his breathing.
He had been plagued by nightmares for three thousand years. Every once in a while, he would dream of Assequero being swallowed by the Grey Fog. His friends and family all turned into monsters.
Queytoan could not forget this. None of the surviving high elves could.
So when he heard the holy tree say that the culprit who caused the tragedy three thousand years ago had returned, Queytoan was already very restrained not to roll up his sleeves and fight those blasphemers.
It was very difficult to get Queytoan to accept those blasphemers again. What made Queytoan determined to try was the terrible situation that Assequero was in.
Silver inscriptions appeared in his hands. The inscriptions formed a portal, and he walked into it.
The portal led to the outskirts of the Forgotten Land. Sindonal had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Sindonal, where is the Forgotten Man?"
The holy tree only gave Queytoan one message, and that was to "accept the Forgotten Man."
Any high elf who had experienced that disaster knew what the Forgotten Man meant. Queytoan could not understand why the holy tree would accept them again.
However, as an astrologer, Queytoan was very clear about Assequero's current situation. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, Queytoan had to grasp it tightly.
"He's in there," Sindonal said, pointing at the ruins behind him.
Did he have no choice but to step in there?
He looked at the ruined buildings not far away. All kinds of memories flowed into his mind. He closed his eyes and calmed his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Ahr beside him.
"Sindonal, I remember this meeting. I asked you to keep it a secret from the other elders," Queytoan said.
Queytoan knew Ahr. There were very few high elves who did not know this genius problem child.
"The Forgotten Man said that she … is the key to saving Assequero."
Elder Sindonar had a strange expression on his face when he said that.
Upon hearing this news, Queytoan's face also revealed an expression of disbelief, as if saying, "Assequero is hopeless, just wait for death!"
After Queytoan followed Elder Sindonar into the Forgotten Land, the many questions in his mind were occupied by a large number of memories.
This ruined city was originally a prosperous part of Assequero, but now Queytoan's head felt like it was being burned by flames.
"Are you alright, Queytoan?" Sindonar noticed the astrologer's pained expression.
"I just remembered something bad."
Quedonian shook his head and let Sindonal continue to lead the way.
Sindonal brought him all the way to the Hearthstone Tavern in the depths of the Forgotten Land. The moment Queytoan entered the tavern, he saw Josiah walking towards him.
Queytoan was already trying his best to control his emotions, but he could clearly feel the same aura from the monsters from 3000 years ago from Josiah. At this moment, many thoughts appeared in his mind …
The Forgotten Man, the desecrator, the culprit who destroyed Assequero, and the murderer who killed his parents, elder brother, and younger sister!
The cultivation accumulated over thousands of years seemed to have lost its effect at this moment. The astrologer's expression became very serious, and he was trying his best to control the hatred and murderous intent in his heart.
The overflowing murderous intent from his body was also sensed by Josiah. Hiri, who was beside him, also had a beast-like intuition towards such thoughts.
"Do you High Elves have a habit of fighting before talking to others when you meet them?"
In this week, Hiri had already taught a few High Elf Inspectors how to behave. They came to the tavern with hostility and anger, and after being beaten up by Hiri and the Ice Dragon, they were tied up and thrown to the third floor for training.
Queytoan was now like a hibernating wolf in the snow. Although he had blended in with the surrounding snow, he had already revealed his fangs and claws, ready to tear his prey apart at any time.
"Queytoan, the Holy Tree is watching you," Sindonal hurriedly reminded his friend.
He looked up slightly and saw Shiratori standing on the roof beam. He instantly realized his gaffe and took another deep breath. He kept reminding himself that the person in front of him was not a long-lived species. Even if he was the descendant of the desecrators, he should not be the one to bear the sin.
"My name is Queytoan, an elder of the Elven Council, and also an astrologer."
Having adjusted his emotions, Queytoan greeted Josiah with a High Elf's unique etiquette.
"Josiah Yanorod."
Josiah only told him her name. Faced with someone who wanted to 'kill you', Josiah really could not greet him with a smile.
"Boss! Can we begin? "
Ar didn't notice the tense atmosphere between the two at all. She had been focusing all her energy on the Holyspirit's training competition for the past few days.
It was all for today's' live broadcast 'to prove to her supporters that she could still slay the opponent's hero in a single match.
"You have two hours to prepare. I've already set up the scene for you. Just sit there."
Josiah opened the Mana Net interface and glanced at the feedback. The other two guests Josiah had invited had sent Josiah a message saying 'start at any time'.
It was said that the Thunder Crystal had asked for an entire day's leave from the man in yellow for this broadcast. The next time Josiah recorded the Philosopher's Lecture, the man in yellow would probably complain to him again.
"Alright!"
Ahr was still full of energy, and did not look like she had stayed up for three days and nights.
She sat at the long table Josiah had set up for her, quietly waiting for the broadcast to begin.
"What do you want Ahr to do?"
Sindonal sized up where Ahr was sitting. It looked rather ritualistic.
The decorations on the long table were meticulously arranged. There was a pile of hardcover books, a vase with three flowers, and a piece of white cloth that had been temporarily pulled up behind it …
Was she going to tell stories like the Frost Elf? Sindonal had seen the programs on the Mana Net once or twice. In the afternoon, the Frost Elf would share some interesting stories with the humans of Noland.
"I'm probably going to sacrifice her in exchange for a large amount of power of faith."
Josiah chose to crack a joke. As he joked, he looked at Quideon Sindonal.
As expected, a very complicated expression appeared on the Elder's face.
"S-Sacrifice? B-Boss, is that true? "
Ahr heard Josiah's joke with her sharp hearing. She seemed to really … believe it.
"That …" Just as Josiah was about to tell Ahr the truth, her expression suddenly turned resolute.
"I … understand. If it's for Assequero, but I only have one request, Boss. Can you not sacrifice me to those poor gods? The God of Holy Light and the God of Order don't eat meat … The God of Thunder is the best! 'The Hall of Valhalla is filled with countless feasts!' or something like that. "
Ahr seriously analyzed the situation with Josiah. If she sacrificed her soul to a god, that god would live a more comfortable life.
"Stop!"
This was the second time Josiah was convinced by Ahr's strange way of thinking. This girl seemed to have done a lot of research on the gods of this world. If she continued, she could write a 'Travel Guide to Heaven'!
But after hearing Ar's analysis, the elder named Queytoan seemed to believe it as well.
"Is this the only way in the end?"
Quideon's sigh was filled with despair.
"This is the only way?"
How did Josiah hear that this Elf Elder already knew about the 'sacrifice' method?
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