Scene 26 The Alliance of Evil

The change of seasons is going on around the port of Ampersel, and the increasingly dense forest is beginning to cover the green hills. The excavation work outside the port has not completely concealed the news. Since Buga's artisan wizard left Afterwards, rumors about the Azure Spear continued to spread.

"What a troubled time."

Wood frowned and stared at a page of letter paper on the mahogany tabletop. The paper was snow-white, and it was a special product from the border of the forest in the east of Cruz, adjacent to the Clover Field. There was still a faint burnt smell on the corner of the letter paper, which was a unique trace of the magic imprint left by flame magic. Before it was erased, this mark should be four pairs of eagles with spread wings, representing the Temple of Fire—or rather, it is the highest-level confidential document of the Cruz Empire.

He raised his head and sat at the mahogany table for a while, his eyes staring at the opposite wall under his bushy eyebrows seemed a little illusory for a while. Then, a golden flame suddenly ignited in the hand of the former high priest of the temple. He shook his hand lightly, and the charred letter paper instantly turned into a piece of fly ash.

Wood carefully arranged the embers on the table, then straightened up, and arranged the golden sacrificial robes. The news on the secret letter proved the news that had been circulated in the port in recent days, but in fact it went one step further. He had already learned all the relevant information from the young Earl Tonigel.

The Eruins didn't intend to hide him, or at least they didn't intend to cover up the superficial fact that the Azure Spear really existed in Amperesel. But this is meaningless, because the Buga have already transported it away first.

Wood looked uncertain, repeatedly trying to figure out the information contained in this incident in his mind. I don't know if it was the decisiveness of the little princess of Eruin, or the extraordinary shrewdness of the young earl, but the benefits they obtained from the Buga people with the Azure Spear are already very obvious.

He couldn't help but look back and cast his eyes out of the window. Outside the window was the light red undulating roof in the port of Ampersel, and the emerald green vines hung down from the glass. Divide the sunlight on the mahogany tabletop into fanciful shapes.

It's really a vibrant city. But it no longer belongs to the Temple of Flame.

Wood actually didn't feel much about this matter. The temple made a mistake and should pay for it. The key is that at least this kingdom still believes in the Way of Golden Flame. Their people have not deviated from their reverence for the Temple of Fire, and Wood has actually never paid much attention to the interests of the world.

But what really worries him. It's inside the temple—no, it should be said that the high-level empire covets the Azure Spear. Greed can blind people's hearts, especially for those nobles. Even he himself suffered from it.

But from the words in the letter, His Majesty the Emperor himself should also be moved. After all, it is the Azure Spear, the most famous weapon in Cangzhi Poetry—at this level,

It is no longer something he can change. In the previous position of chief priest, he might be able to think of some solutions, but now it is no longer something he can worry about. He can only hope that the power holders in the temple of flames can be more rational. See where the Lord of Fire's true teachings lie.

He sighed, took off the priest's hat and put it on his head, and opened the door. The knights loyal to the temple have long been waiting outside. His deputy - no longer the previous Brother Guy. Since becoming the liaison between the Temple of Fire and the Eruin royal family, his deputy has been replaced by a more shrewd officer. That person must have come from a diplomatic agency at the heart of the empire. Wood only needs to look at the details of his attire and mannerisms—this man is named Peter, and he is extremely smooth. As soon as he saw Wood, he immediately lowered his head deeply, revealing his shiny bald head, respectfully Greeting: "Master Priest, is it about the holy sword Odysseus?"

Wood glanced at him, as if he wanted to see through this guy, and then replied flatly: "This is a secret of the temple. If necessary, I will tell you."

"I understand." Peter replied with a smile.

Wood looked back, and the fragments of the holy sword Odysseus that Williams lost in the Battle of Amperesel were not important in themselves, and the temple also agreed to exchange a new type of frigate and Brando for the fragments of the holy sword , but the key is the will and soul of the holy sword.

The Earl Tonigel's identity is extremely special, and there are even shadows of silver elves and dragons behind him, which makes the high-level officials of the temple feel very troublesome. What's more, the other party didn't seem to have any intention of joining the empire, so the high-level opinions were not unified. On the one hand, they believed that they should obey the King of Flame's choice, while on the other, their opinions were much stronger.

This is another trouble.

After so many years of aloofness, the Temple of Fire has become a little arrogant and even indifferent to the outside world. Some elders even have the idea of ​​assassination, let alone how absurd it is to assassinate a nobleman under the rule of the Temple of Fire. What really makes Wood angry is that these people seem to have forgotten the teachings of the sages.

Whether you want the empire or the truth, a hundred years earlier, this is not a problem for the Temple of Fire. Since Cruz's transformation, although the centripetal force of the empire has been increasing day by day, the weight of royal power has increased day by day, which has begun to threaten the foundation of Cruz's existence.

It's funny how some people don't realize this at all.

What Wood is going to meet today is still the representatives of the northern nobles who are still stranded in the port of Ampere Sear. Although the things under the table are getting more and more onerous, for the affairs of staying in Eruin, it is still a matter of war. Put it first.

War for the Golden Mane Toquinine. I don't know if the eldest son of the king is fully prepared. Although he swore when he made the promise, the Sifah family has already been seriously injured in this war. What's more, as a puppet, how much prestige it can have is still unknown.

The Temple would never put much energy into a bet that was bound to fail. In this regard, Wood can only hope that His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the king, also understands this. Fortunately, he was a smart guy, and he must not be too naive.

He walked out the door with his deputy, but at this moment, a servant came to him and bowed, saying, "Master Priest, we have a special visitor."

"Special visitor?"

Wood stopped.

The bald-headed Peter has already stepped forward to chase away people: "You guy, can't you see that the priest has something to do? There are any visitors, as long as they are not from the empire. Let them wait for a while—"

Wood interrupted him. He reached out to stop this guy, "Is he a guest from the Empire?"

Peter froze.

"Yes." The servant replied respectfully.

"Let them wait, I'll be right there." Wood thought for a while. He frowned and replied.

But before he finished his words, a stern woman's voice sounded: "No need, Priest Wood. You know your habits. We've arrived."

Hearing this voice, Wood was slightly taken aback, and he raised his head. Sure enough, I saw the famous woman in the empire——

She actually came.

...

Unlike the bright sunshine in the area around Ampersel, the climate in the countryside becomes cloudy and rainy after crossing the vast Vlada forest in the north and entering Padarsong. The torrential rain over the past few days has caused the Maji River to swell, and the roads around Majitan have become muddy and difficult to navigate.

In the torrential rain, the black ghost-like carriage bumped through the woods, and the curtains of the windows were raised at one corner. In the dark carriage behind, a faintly white eye like the eye of a dead fish stared motionlessly at the shadowy scenery outside the window.

The gloomy clouds were twisted like a shroud over the forest. Although it was noon, the sky was dark.

"What is the head of the Legion of the Blue Sky going to Ampesel for? Declaring war on the Eruin people?" asked a hoarse voice. Then he sneered. It seems that this joke is very interesting.

The sneer in the carriage made people shudder, and after a while, another voice interjected: "I'm afraid it's because of the war in the north."

"If you think that way. It's not far from the gallows. The Cruz people don't need to be distracted by a small toquenine. They suffered a big loss in the battle of Ampersel, and they never want to give Bu Add people to drop the handle." The third person who spoke, his voice was calm, serious and full of majesty.

As soon as he spoke, the others fell silent.

"The Temple of Flame lost both face and face in Amperesel. On the surface, they didn't get good from us, but in fact, the final winner is neither us nor them." The voice paused: "Aye Lu Yin has a wise princess, Her Royal Highness."

"Your Excellency," someone dared to say at this time: "You mean we have attracted the attention of the Temple of Fire?"

"It is very possible that no one from the Cruz people will notice something is wrong. Do you really think that you can do it seamlessly?" The majestic voice replied.

"Then what should we do?"

No one answered, the carriage fell silent for a moment, only the sound of the carriage creaking and shaking remained. After a while, the hoarse voice at the beginning said: "Just find a way to delay—"

"So that's what we're here for."

That majestic voice answered.

At this time, the carriage finally stopped during its progress, and a blue-black castle appeared in the rain curtain in front of it. The soldiers shouted on the battlements, but it was difficult for their voices to pass through the rain curtain. At this time, the door of the carriage finally opened, and a swordsman in a cloak jumped out from above.

The swordsman raised his head, and the unshaven face under the hood looked like Anleke or a wandering knight from the north, but if Brando was here, he would definitely recognize the other's name.

Eagle Swordsman, Dejar.

"Quickly open the city gate, this is the most honorable guest of your Lord Earl." He shouted.

"Who are you?" The soldiers questioned from the top of the city.

"We are the allies he wants to see the most. Tell him that if you don't want to be hanged by Her Royal Highness, open the door and let us in!" Dejar replied proudly.

This question and answer can be described as extremely rude, but the soldiers were about to explode, but the eagle swordsman threw something far over the top of the wall. He watched the thing fall into the city in a beautiful parabola in the heavy rain, and then he shouted:

"Give this to Jean Denelle, and he will understand!"

"Go, idiot!"

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