"Brother, you've awakened?" Leon seemed a little embarrassed. He thought to himself, how much did Saint Giles see?
Suria also quickly separated from Laing. The female knight was a little upset. It was not easy to have such a good atmosphere, but Laing's brother had come out of nowhere.
But when she thought of what Ryan had said about Saint Giles, and the other party's almost perfect appearance and holy temperament, Sulia thought that it was really hard for her to have any ill feelings towards Ryan's brother.
"Ah, I don't know how long I've been awake. I'm in a daze. It's like I'm not there yet. It's vague." Saint Giles's shadow nodded slowly. "In the painful curse, I felt the power of hope and warmth. I gradually woke up."
"Are you okay?" Leon wasn't happy either. He was especially worried that Saint Giles hadn't seen his weak appearance just now. "Since when did Brother, uh, watch us from the sidelines?"
"Probably when you guys started making chocolate." Saint Giles's shadow moved slightly. It was obvious that he had a hard time appearing. "Great confession, Laing. You should be happy that you have a wife like Suria. If it was not for her insistence, you might never have revealed your heart."
Didn't you see it all? Laing complained in his heart. The gray knight gene prototype was a little embarrassed in this situation. Laing did not know what he should say.
"Don't hesitate, brother." Saint Giles seemed to see Laing's dilemma. "Since you have already spoken to your wife, why are you still hesitating? Although I am not familiar with you, after observing you for a while, you always have a lot of worries when you do things. I don't understand what you are hesitating about. "
"… I am very hesitant," Laing said to Saint Giles. "To this world, to the future."
"I understand. You're always worried that you won't do well. You're always worried that you won't be able to complete your mission." Saint Giles' shadow flashed, and he cheerfully said, "After hanging out with Forgen for a long time, I've picked up a bad habit. He pursues perfection, but you pursue not making mistakes. You always give me a feeling of being restrained when you do things. Consider this, consider that. If Forgen's goal is to paint the best painting, then the feeling you give me is that you hope not to make a single mistake throughout the painting process."
"The situation is complicated. We have no choice." Laing lowered his head and admitted.
"Is the situation as complicated as when Zhuang Sen, Kirman, and I established the Second Empire?" Saint Giles asked. The Saint Blood Angel's face was filled with reminiscence. "I know that this is a grave sin, and I want to return to Father's side more than ever. I keep shouting and calling Father's name, longing to be with him in this moment of darkness and Chaos. But even so, I didn't reject Kirman's suggestion because the establishment of the Second Empire is necessary at this time. Do you understand what I mean?" Saint Giles asked.
"Once you make a choice, don't regret it?" Laing held Suria's hand. The female knight gently took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the tears on Laing's face before wiping her own.
"For a huge Empire, any policy only has short-term and long-term pros and cons. There is no right or wrong." Saint Giles looked at Laing. His gaze was gentle and full of power. "I once discussed this with the King of Silence. From a certain point of view, I agree with his view that there is no reasonable system in the universe. An unreasonable system only exists if it can continue to operate and survive. The space undead is like this, Father's Empire is like this, Kirman's 500 worlds is like this, and even Zhuang Sen's Caliban is like this."
"When I found out that my son's rationality had been taken away by Blood Thirst and Black Fury, I chose to face it despite the pain. I would solve the problem. No matter what method I used, I would let him escape from the sea of suffering."
"When that perverted demon called Chiles told me that all my children would be saved if I jumped into the demon furnace, I knew it was a trap, but I still made the decision without hesitation. If Herlous hadn't pushed me away at the last moment, I would have done it."
"I knew that if I rushed to Father's side to participate in the final battle, I might … might even die, but I still had to go." Saint Giles maintained his smile. "You know why. If it has to be me, then why not? I will always fight for love, courage, and justice. I am not anyone's doll, nor am I anyone's tool, nor am I a chip on the gambling table. I am the son of the glorious Emperor, accompanied by the light. I have no regrets. I will only fight for my ideals. "
"Even if that ideal is flawed, even if he only sees us as tools?" Laing asked.
"If the ideal is flawed, then fix it. If you do not love your father, how can you expect your father to love you?" Saint Giles' soft, golden light flowed through the entire chocolate workshop. It nourished Laing and Suria's hearts. The Holy Blood Angel geno prototype was very calm. "Do not always think about what you have gained. We cannot always be so selfish."
"The prophecy might not be true." Laing was still trying to argue, but even Suria could see that he was wavering.
"The prophecy might not be true, but there will be many challenges in the future. I can predict that in a world of ice and snow, you and Luce will be in a castle with hundreds of black smokes. You will be in the middle of an endless, heartless Army of Chaos and the human army. You will be fighting a black shadow." Saint Giles' shadow was shaking and becoming blurry. "I cannot see the result, but I am sure that the opponent's power is no weaker than Cabanha's."
"Luce?" Laing sighed. "He might be in the Far East."
"He will come back. My prophecies have always been accurate, at least in the beginning." Saint Giles' long blonde hair was starting to disappear. He closed his eyes. "I look forward to the day we meet again."
"Brother, give me a little more time," Laing said with a nod. "I will bring the scroll to you."
"Thank you, Laing." St. Giles smiled. "I'm the one who should thank you. If it weren't for you, Father wouldn't have come back. If it weren't for you, Fogen and Angran wouldn't have come back. When I asked Kirman and Zhuang Sen if we could meet again one day, I lied."
"Brother?"
"You and Fu Gen do not have to force me to do this." Saint Giles shook his head. He still had a smile on his face. "I can feel how important the item you want to steal is. I can also feel how much danger lurks in the phoenix pyramid. If you cannot complete the mission, then give up."
"We will not give up," Laing emphasized.
"Two for one, it is not worth it." Saint Giles shook his head. "There is no need to sacrifice you and Fu Gen. Fu Gen does a better job as a commander and regent than I do, and you are also irreplaceable. I have been like this for ten thousand years."
"I promise you, Brother Killiman and Brother Zhuang Sen will meet again." Laing was still firm.
"Goodbye, or never." Saint Giles did not force himself. He had always forced himself, but never others. The brief appearance had exhausted his strength, and he vanished in the light and shadow, leaving only the phantom of feathers and the warm specks of light in the air.
"I promise, even if it is two for one, my father will be willing to exchange Anglo and Luo Jia for you," Laing finally added. He squeezed out a smile to make it seem less serious.
"But I am not willing." Saint Giles' voice came from the void and finally disappeared. "This joke is not funny at all, Laing. Although I don't know why, I feel that my father will definitely be willing to exchange like this."
Saint Giles left. His wings and words brought Laing and Suria strength and psychological comfort. Suria held her husband's hand and whispered, "Dear, what do we do now?"
"Let's go back." Laing nodded. "Back to the villa and discuss what to do next."
"Okay."
… I am the one who made a profit by exchanging two for one …
The next week, time came to the end of October, 2513 of the Empire calendar.
The army of the high elves began to slowly gather in Lotharn, but the number of soldiers was still far less than expected. The Inner Circle kingdom of the high elves basically did not send any troops to participate in the attack on the graveyard of the undead pirates. The Outer Circle kingdom of Nagaris, Charles, and Kothi also did not send any troops.
In the courtyard of the Phoenix King's Court, Finnuba the Phoenix King had finally finished his work on Isa's Sacrifice. He almost immediately summoned his personal White Lion Guard captain, Keshir. "What's the situation?"
"The local elven nobles and troops of Lotharn have responded to the call." Keshir quickly approached and took out a list. "The troops of Taranlok and Iris have also come, but the other kingdoms … only a few came."
"As expected." Finnuba took over the list. The War Lord he appointed had conscripted an army of about thirty thousand elves, while Sea Lord Aisling had sent a fleet of eighteen battleships and fifteen destroyers. It was the largest fleet the high elves could muster without affecting the Northern defenses as much as possible.
Two of the high-elven dragonships had dragons on them, and two of them were Scorching Dragons.
"I will personally watch the battle when the time comes." Finnuba nodded calmly. The Phoenix King looked at Keshir and said, "But I am worried that the number of troops is not enough. The more we fight, the more undead there will be. I know them very well."
"The War Lord said that he needs at least military support from the Kingdom of Safray, the Kingdom of Kaldor, and the Kingdom of Avalon," Keshir said. "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
Finnuba was silent.
The high elves had their own national conditions. Due to Ossouin's excessive decentralization of power, it directly led to the large kingdoms and their subordinate elven lords controlling the standing army.
The high elves' excessive decentralization of power was not a stupid act. In fact, Assur's decentralization of power was the result of careful consideration.
There were three reasons. First, during the period of the Elven Empire, due to the extremely prosperous culture and the pursuit of democracy and freedom, the elves hated centralized and dictatorial political systems. If it were not for the invasion of Chaos that gave birth to the Phoenix King, the Elven Empire would only have the Eternal Queen as a cultural symbol.
Second, during the Great Schism, Malecis, the son of the first Phoenix King, Alarion, shamelessly betrayed and conspired. The emergence and schism of the dark elves made the high elves firmly believe that centralized and dictatorial power was not good. It was extremely easy for some ambitious and scheming people to control the whole of Ossouin, especially the Witch King Malecis, who had his own legal claim to Ossouin. Under such circumstances, it was even more important to decentralize and fragment power, otherwise it would be easy to be wiped out.
For example, Ossouin was a martial arts school. The son of the first master of the martial arts school, Malecis, came to challenge the school. Logically speaking, Malecis only needed to say, "Call your curator or master out," and then defeat the boss, and the challenge would be considered a success.
Gao Jing would not let Malecis have this opportunity. They wanted everyone in the martial arts school to stand up and say, "We don't have a master. You have to defeat us one by one."
For thousands of years, Malekis had been defeated like this. Every time the Shaman King invaded, he would find that he had no choice but to fight the elite forces one by one. He had to ensure that he would win every battle, and he could not make any mistakes. Moreover, from time to time, the people he had defeated before would say, "I came up with a new move during this period of time, I don't admit defeat! Let's fight again. "
Third, because a large number of monsters in the ring-shaped mountain range of the Anuli Mountains often attacked the high elves' territories. At the same time, the Anuli Mountains were directly connected to the realm of Chaos. Normally, with the existence of the Great Whirlpool, the Chaos Demons would not appear in Ossouin.
However, the Great Whirlpool was not a stable structure. It would occasionally fluctuate and become unstable. The wind of magic also changed frequently. In some cases, a large number of Chaos Demons would appear in the mortal world every few decades. Sometimes, Chaos Demons would not appear for hundreds of years.
Under such circumstances, Ossouin had to ensure that there were a large number of troops everywhere to guard the strongholds and cities, and that each lord had the right to make military decisions. The separation of power was imperative. This was the same reason why the Empire insisted on the Kurfürst system and why the Brittany maintained the duchy system.
Finnuba knew that it was not difficult for Tyrion to persuade the local elven lords and army to go to war because the undead fleet affected trade and everyone's interests.
The real difficulty was for the kingdoms in the inner circle to enjoy peace and the kingdoms in the outer circle to face the risk of war. In order to persuade them to send troops, there must be a real threat or enough benefits and reasons.
Tyrion's intention was simple. He needed the Phoenix King's influence.
"Call Ciel here," Finnuba said to Kersil.
After a while, a High Elf nobleman strode over. He was quite handsome, but he had a gloomy aura. He had a big nose, big eyes, and long silver hair that was parted in the middle. He was not very tall among the High Elves, about 1.8 meters tall. He walked in an upright and peaceful manner, with a sense of nobility.
He was the Minister of Foreign Affairs and Minister of Internal Affairs that the Phoenix King Fennuba had just appointed, Ciar- Maurice Bennister. He was also one of Fennuba's most trusted ministers.
"Your Majesty, you were looking for me?" The High Elf noble bowed politely.
"Yes." Finnuba nodded. "I have a task for you."
"Please go ahead."
"Help me meet someone. Help me ask for his opinion."
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