Dolores brought D 'Arion to the study room with a deadpan expression. He closed the door and locked everyone on the other side of the door, including the servants and guards. In the end, even Princess Promia couldn't enter.
However, the Elf King didn't stop there. D 'Arion saw Dolores walking to the bookshelf and moving a poetry collection called "Light and Praise." The next moment, the stone bricks in the center of the study room slowly sank, revealing a deep, dark tunnel.
Dolores didn't say a word and made a gesture of invitation.
D 'Arion raised his eyebrows. Although his prophecy came true and Reinhardt VII captured Saint Massa as promised, alleviating his crisis to a certain extent, it didn't mean that he was completely safe. From the beginning to the end, Dolores didn't show his attitude.
D 'Arion's trip to the Elf World to meet the Elf King was a top secret in the Magic Association. No one was informed before he left, so even Lilith didn't know where he was now. In other words, if Dolores sealed the entrance and exit of the tunnel after he entered, he would die alone underground. Perhaps no one would find out for decades until his body turned into bones.
However, the president of the Magic Association didn't hesitate. He took off his hat and put the staff in his hand on the desk beside him, then swaggered into the tunnel.
After entering the tunnel, D 'Addarion's first reaction was that it was dark. There was no light source underground, and the deeper he went, the less he could see. Fortunately, he didn't go far before the ground became flat again. But then the thing he was most worried about happened. The entrance of the tunnel closed above his head.
As the stone bricks closed completely, the only light behind him disappeared, and D 'Arion fell into darkness.
At this moment, he felt like he was abandoned by the world. He couldn't see anything, and he couldn't hear anything. A great sense of loneliness enveloped him.
However, the President of the Magic Association didn't panic in the slightest. He stood quietly in the darkness for about five minutes, or perhaps as long as a century, before Dolores' ice-cold voice finally sounded. "Are you really not afraid of anything?"
"Your Majesty, if you want to kill me, then the first time we met was your best chance. Because at that time, there were the least people who saw me. For a moment, I could feel that you were tempted, but I don't know why you didn't kill me. When you held the banquet later, I knew that your intention to kill me had disappeared." "Since you didn't want to kill me at that time, there's no reason for you to kill me now."
"Have you always liked to act smart?" Dolores asked coldly.
D 'Addarion grinned. "When choosing an ally, you still have to choose a smarter one, don't you?"
As soon as the President of the Magic Association's voice trailed off, his eyes lit up again. D 'Addarion was surprised to find that he was still in the study room. Then, he noticed that his pointed hat and staff weren't on the desk. Only then did he realize that he was in a mirrored room.
Not sure if it was due to the wicked taste of the builder, the decorations and furnishings in this underground chamber were exactly the same as the study room above. Even the books on the bookshelves were identical.
"Considering what we're about to talk about, it's safer here," Dolores said faintly as he put away the flint in his hand.
"You mean those things, they can hear our conversation?"
"You stupid and arrogant humans. You have no idea what you're dealing with, don't you?" The corner of the Elf King's mouth curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
"You're right. We don't know much about our enemies. Oh, except for one thing … we seem to have killed one of them," D 'Addarion said while counting with his fingers.
"We relied on a surprise attack, hundreds of years of preparation, and unbelievable luck," Dolores sneered. "And the price was the complete annihilation of the council led by Da Vinci. Do you think such a good thing will happen a second time? Once they're on guard, you won't stand a chance. "
"We still have Rob," the President of the Magic Association said confidently.
This time, Dolores fell into a rare silence. After a while, he said, "It's too difficult. It's too difficult for mortals to fight against the gods. You think you've seen their power, but in fact, you've only seen less than one ten-thousandth of them."
"Then tell us how terrifying they really are." D 'Addarion put away his cynical expression and looked into Dolores' eyes with a serious expression.
The latter sneered, "Magic is the most powerful force in the Dawn Continent. Humans rose to power with the help of magic. Have you ever wondered why only humans can use magic?"
D 'Addarion was stunned. Since Roland established the magic system, the cultivation method of magic was no longer a secret. However, after more than 900 years, only humans could produce mages.
Of course, the ancestral power of the orcs and the alchemy of the dwarves were also exclusive to their own races. However, the situation of magic was completely different. The core of magic didn't lie in the soul or bloodline but in the understanding and application of the rules. Magic elements always existed in nature, which was why magic was at the top of all power systems.
Even magic beasts could use magic. Logically, elves, dwarves, and orcs, who were more advanced than magic beasts, should also be able to learn magic.
"You humans have always been their most outstanding and favorite creation, haven't you?" Dolores said coldly, "They bestowed the orcs with power, the dwarves with extraordinary skills, and the elves with their inherent nobility. However, they left the most precious thing to you — possibility. It's because of this possibility that you've grown from the weakest and most inferior race to the overlords of the Dawn Continent. I'm curious how they would feel when they find that their favorite toys want to stand up and fight against them."
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