quicksilver blood

Chapter 56

Roland probably already knew why his own elector trial had failed.

"Evening is coming, and the weary bird leaves its nest, never to return—"

This is the code to open the box, a section of the winter elf narrative epic "The Crows of Ilamath".

The winter elves are a branch of elves, and their blood can be regarded as the purest group in the entire bronze race. If it weren't for the unclear relationship between them and the devil, they would not have been exiled To the cold north.

But no matter whether the winter elves have established diplomatic relations with the devil or not, people cannot deny their long history.

Since the saint disappeared from the world, the high elves who lost the protection of the father of Gaia lowered their noble heads for the continuation of the race, put down the war and chose faith.

Because the blood of silver is too pure, after they chose to believe in and therefore moved, their bodies soon produced irreversible mutations to adapt to the changes in their living environment.Even after losing its original form, the blood of silver quickly faded and disappeared, but it also brought them the capital to continue living in the new era.

For example, wrinkles suitable for climbing and jumping grew on the feet of the tree elves, and the night elves gained the supernatural ability to be invisible in the shadows at will.And the winter elves who chose to take refuge in the devil also got the same black hair and black eyes as the devil.

But beware of one thing -

That is, the winter elves are not called winter elves because they were expelled to the north where the snow falls all the year round, but because these elves were all members of the Winter Fruit Society before they chose to trade with the devil.

The purpose of the Winter Fruit Club is to collect, research, and bury.The most literary and artistic scholars of this group of high elves have spent their almost infinite lives searching for various secrets.Unlike the Truth Society, all this group of scholars, possibly the purest in the world, want is to study these secrets to fill their never-ending curiosity.

Whether it is ancient poems, legends, or antiques, Dongguohui will never refuse anyone.

And what they want is just research, but they don't want to use it to bring any benefits to themselves or their race.So until the elves split, the elves outside the Dongguo Society didn't even know how deep their research had gone.

Of course, if they have a general understanding of the secrets held by the winter elves, then the damage caused by the winter elves' unhesitating deal with the devil will be even more immeasurable.

When the White Tower collapsed that year, Roland once asserted that no one can surpass the winter elves in the study of history; and no one can surpass the Wizard of the White Tower in the exploration of the future.No one could overthrow this sentence until Roland came to the world of Farnes.

Because of this, the poems of the winter elves are called "poems written by secrets" by players, and many players know them by heart.Many players joked that they didn't even pay so much attention to their studies.

The next sentence of "Never Return" describes the second time the crow of Eramat appeared in people's field of vision——

It looks at purgatory in the deep snow, and the smoke rises like a giant burning a kiln.

It is compassionate and weeps.Thorns grow on the forehead, and Jieqiao rescues many people.

It is worshiped by the living, shouted as king, crowned with thorns—

Roland already had a premonition of this, but he never thought that this test would come so quickly.

Therefore, in just a short while, he wanted to understand the reason for his failure.

Didn't save those innocent people.

The Sleeping Teacher is not only the god who masters the plague and death, even the fields of rebirth, revenge, and forgiveness are also part of the Sleeping Teacher.

Roland already had the most basic understanding of the Sleeping Mentor, and his every move began to be perceived by the Sleeping Mentor.And Roland's act of successfully burning the city at a very low level obviously attracted the attention of the Sleeping Instructor, but his subsequent indifferent behavior obviously disappointed the Eternal Sleeping Instructor who spent a lot of time crossing the barrier of Gaia's wall to cast his sight.

Roland could even guess what kind of story the adult wanted to see——

It is nothing more than causing a fire, crying and screaming, and people are full of despair. When they are dying, they repent of their past crimes and swear to God that they will definitely become a good person in the next life.

At this time, the person who set the fire rescued the people in the fire as a savior. The people who escaped from the death were very grateful to him and were willing to dedicate their loyalty to him until death.Then the arsonist followed the good advice and warned people to be good people and do good deeds - so the city full of evil was reborn in the fire, people were saved, and they began to devote themselves to good.

Disruption, disaster, conspiracy, deceit, salvation, and a positive tone.

...It's just a deep well of ice.

Roland didn't approve of this boring and bloody script at all.But this is what the boss wants to see.If such a simple story can't be acted out, how can the boss rest assured that he will hand over the role of agent to Roland?
Well then, if you want to see it, I'll play it for you—

Thinking this way, Roland came to the City of Fortune as a bachelor.

It's not that the second sick village can't be found - in Karal, there are quite a few towns where the townspeople have more pits in their minds than on the road - Roland just thought very simply, since he wants to do it, he can do it. To be the best.

There is nothing more to be saved than the people of the city of fortune, and nothing more to be saved than the people of the city of fortune.

It's the same sentence - if such a simple thing can't be done, what face does Roland have to be the Pope of the Sleeping Mentor?What courage do you have to face the twilight species that is thousands of times more dangerous?
Roland took small bites of the bowl of smoothies in front of him, chatting and laughing happily with the two mountain nobles.

"So, Sister Heerlan, are you here to deliver a letter of introduction to your sister?"

Nicole asked, blinking her eyes.

"Well, that's right."

Roland nodded and showed a gentle smile: "In the City of Fortune, you can't even survive a night without a letter of introduction. After all, this is the City of Fortune, the most prosperous business place in the entire Farnese world. If there is no letter of introduction If you can live here easily, then wouldn’t all cats and dogs be able to come in?”

The two mountain nobles nodded in understanding, with sympathetic expressions on their faces.

This kind of rule exists everywhere, and it is not difficult to understand.Not to mention that both of them are aristocrats, and they usually see this kind of thing a lot, so it is naturally impossible to be suspicious.

But because of this, they don't know that this rule exists everywhere, except in the city of wealth.

Just relying on the extreme chaos here under the false shell of order, it is impossible for those who have no skills and are purely waiting for luck to survive—at least, it is impossible to survive as a human being.

Being caught and forced to sign a mandatory contract, becoming a nightingale or bloody nails are all considered good.People whose souls have been deceived by the devil can form a reinforced platoon every day; there are also many undead who also settle here, and need fresh corpses to repair their bodies every once in a while; perhaps there are also many black wizards who need some human bodies. The material for the experiment, the witches would also want a quiet, well-dressed doll - without spending money on Su Ze's dolls that are several times more expensive than human beings.

Even corpses are turned into gold coins here.In the City of Fortune, there is nothing that cannot be sold—except body and soul, and even dead bodies can fetch a good price.

Of course, this refers to the situation where he was not tricked into signing a contract full of loopholes, but sold his body at a normal price.

So the City of Fortune doesn't stop anyone from getting in at all.Because except for a very small number of people who can survive from here, the result of everyone entering this place is to squeeze every cent of value crazily, and then provide all of them to the very few people at the top of the pyramid.

"Then sister, why didn't you send your letter of introduction?"

Niya asked suspiciously.

"Because the name of the person to be introduced is not written on these letters of introduction, what if the sender steals it directly? Although it is not difficult to write it again, this thing can be sold for a lot of money in the outside world... said Get up, who wrote your letter of introduction?"

The black-haired noble lady asked casually.

"Donald," Rice stretched out his hand to stop Niya who was about to speak, and said calmly, "it belongs to Lord Donald."

"Oh? Silent Wizard Donald? Then you must protect your letter of introduction carefully and don't let anyone steal it."

Hellan was so surprised that he opened his mouth slightly, and his tone was full of exclamation: "You must know that there are not many wizards in Caral - wizards from Fararo are even rarer."

Suddenly, a light green light appeared on Roland's body, and then the light fluctuated suddenly.

The noble boy from Fararo narrowed his eyes, then winked at Niya.

This aura looks a lot like a charm monster.But Les knew that the druid's communication magic was also the aura of this color.

"Are you here? Well, okay, I'll go right away."

Seeing Miss "Hellland" talking to herself, Les and Niya politely shut up and waited for the noble lady born in the city of wealth to finish speaking.

"Sorry, I have to go now..."

"Let me pay the bill, we have to eat for a while," Les said suddenly, "Sister Heerlan, hurry up and pick someone up."

"Okay, I'll invite you next time I see you."

The girl in black and black robe nodded, then picked up the suitcase and hurried out.

Just after turning a corner, Roland stopped.

The previously anxious expression also calmed down.

He raised his sleeve, and found that the letter of introduction inside had disappeared at some point.

"Heh... as expected," Roland said softly with a cheerful and malicious smile on his lips, "I give ten points to this shit."

(End of this chapter)