Chapter 768
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Assequero, Quedonian's residence.
Elder Quedonian aimed his longbow at the rock wall in the distance. Magic gathered in his right hand and extended to the bowstring that he pulled with his fingertips.
When Quedonian released the bowstring, the arrow tore through the air beside Quedonian's face and penetrated the rock wall in the distance.
Quedonian glanced at his fingers. His fingertips were bleeding from pulling the bow for too long.
It had been a long time since he had such intense archery training like today.
The reason Elder Quaytoan did this was to vent his anger.
He coincidentally read a book on the caster's forum yesterday. It was a book called 'Diary of the Heresy Judge'.
This book revealed the true face of the Heresy Judge to Elder Quedonian.
This also made Quedonian start to investigate everything related to the Heresy Judge on the Weave.
Until today, the true reason for the destruction of Assequero a thousand years ago finally appeared in front of Quedonian.
He once thought that it was those hateful humans who turned his people into monsters.
However, it was impossible for the surviving high elves to take revenge on the humans. Logic told Quedonian that he shouldn't spread his hatred to the entire human race.
Now, Quedonian had used the Weave to investigate the organization that destroyed Assequero a thousand years ago and the exact location of the organization.
Heresy Judge.
The flame of vengeance was quietly ignited in Quedonian's heart.
"Quedonian."
That was when Elder Caipis came to his residence.
"If you're here to argue, I don't have the time."
After Quedonian finished reading 'Diary of the Heresy Judge', his hatred and anger had shrouded him for an entire night. Therefore, he didn't even have the mood to talk to this conservative elder.
"I'm here to ask you to do something for me."
Caipis slowly found a chair and sat down with his walking stick.
He was about the same age as Quedonian, but his body was so old that he couldn't even pick up a bow. During the destruction of Assequero, he sacrificed too much to survive.
"What is it? Do you want me to expel that Chaos Devil? "
Elder Quaetoan put down his bow and arrow. As antiques from the Old Assequero Era, they were good friends in the tribe to begin with. It was just that they had different opinions on politics.
"The Holy Tree has already acknowledged that blasphemer. It's not just your or my opinion that can expel him."
Elder Caipis gripped his crutch tightly, as if he had already accepted Assequero's fate.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Elder Quaetoan asked.
Elder Caipis pursed his lips tightly. His body was so old that his teeth were falling out, and the only thing supporting his body was the powerful mana in his body.
"Can you … type?"
Elder Caipis was no longer as aggressive as he had been in the Elder Council. Instead, he looked more like a lonely old man who had been abandoned by his descendants.
"Typing? You mean using those virtual keyboards on the Weave? I've practiced for a while."
Elder Quaetoan had witnessed his granddaughter gain a large number of believers through the Weave, and he had also begun to study the Weave.
The first step was to grasp the most basic aspect of controlling the Weave, and that was to use the virtual keyboard to input human characters into the Weave.
"I have some unfinished records and stories that I haven't finished writing." Elder Caipis revealed a bitter smile, "If placed in the library of Assequero, it will eventually become a forgotten book."
"I remember that you used to be the Queen's clerk, and that you wrote quite a few popular stories."
When Queytoon and Caipis talked about the past, his voice that was shrouded in anger gradually softened.
"It's all in the past. The Queen has passed away, and the stories I wrote were burned along with the Old Assequero." Elder Caipis said with a melancholic voice.
"So you plan to record new stories on the Weave? I can teach you typing, it's a very simple skill. When the time comes, you can write your own books on the Weave. "
Elder Quaetoan spent a night in the Unmoving Library reading the Diary of the Heretic Inquisitor. He had a rough understanding of what it was like to write on the Weave.
"I don't plan to stay in Assequero any longer, Quaetoan." Elder Caipis was silent for a while before opening his eyes.
At this moment, Elder Quaetoan saw the same thing in the old man's eyes, and that was hatred.
"I'm a vengeful person who lost my mind in anger. I'm a soul that survived the fire that burned Assequero. I will never forgive those blasphemers, those humans … I just want to chop off their heads and sacrifice them to the Holy Tree!"
Elder Caipis's every word echoed clearly in Quaetoan's ears.
"Now that Assequero has chosen to accept these humans, I can't change it. I can't complete my revenge by staying here."
Elder Caipis used his old arms to support his body.
"So I plan to leave Assequero, but before I leave … I have one last wish, and that is to record all the stories I've thought of over the years. This is the wish of the clerk from a thousand years ago, not the soul of a thousand years later."
Hearing this, Elder Quaetoan understood Elder Caipis's thoughts. Like him, Caipis planned to search for the culprits that caused the destruction of Assequero.
"You're not the only soul that survived."
The interface of the Weave opened in front of Elder Quaetoan, and he logged into the Spellcaster forum's Unmoving Library.
"I also have a blood feud that needs to be settled with those blasphemers. Before that, I'll leave your story on the Weave."
As soon as Elder Quaetoan opened the interface of the Unmoving Library, a Shiratori stopped on the stone wall that he used to practice his archery.
This Shiratori was the incarnation of the World Tree. It tilted its head and looked at the two elders for a while before giving them a new order.
"Go to the Forgotten Land immediately."
The order from the World Tree forced the two elders who were preparing to write their wills to give up on this idea for now.
Ever since the blasphemer came to Assequero through the Forgotten Land, Elder Caipis had never stepped into the Forgotten Land, but today might be his last day in Assequero.
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