The Legend of Fatality

In the twisted night sky, the sickle-shaped moon burned coldly. The spires of huge rain clouds blowing from the east to Fatalin Island are lined with silver. Under the boiling and noisy sky, the dark sea tumbled restlessly. The storm is coming, and it is a very violent storm.

In the uneven gaps between dense clouds, a few stars glow faintly. The whole world seems to be covered with a black coat.

The towering white pagoda stands in the storm, and opposite it is the taller black pagoda, which is like a giant with nothing in sight. Around the white pagoda, a gust of wind passed by, and ripples blew on the ivory-like aura radiating from the outer wall of the magic tower.

In the room above the tower, a figure appeared under a dim light. Even at this late hour, the uppermost room of this slender minaret was occupied. Above the sleeping fields and forests of Fatalin Island, a figure stared at the storm, his hair undulating in the wind.

Finally, the committee member of the Fatalin Association, the chairman of the committee called the ‘chairperson’ of the association, Amen Cannon, finally left the narrow room window and turned to the candlelight in the room. The storm continued to wreak havoc outside, and the rain slapped on the smooth stones.

Amen Cannon walked to a low wooden chair and sat down wearily. He wore a white front-open robe and a very fitted silver headpiece on his forehead, with only a few simple decorations. His long hair fell loosely on his shoulders.

His cloak is embroidered with three runes, embroidered on it with sterling silver thread. On his white robe, dozens of runes were embroidered with white gold thread. They were arranged and stacked together, forming a kind of persistent magic. When the cold wind blew up his robe, these symbols moved, as if they had their own lives.

Below the collar is a necklace. The round necklace with a big fist pendant is a pattern representing the Fatalin Association-a scene of the magnificent Tallinn. Hidden behind the pendant of the necklace are several runes carved on the back of the pendant, symbolizing lasting hope, and condolences and nostalgia for the deceased.

Slowly, driven by an invisible force, the gorgeously carved windows closed quietly, and the cold cold wind outside stopped.

Amen Cannon was not alone, and a thin mage sat opposite him. He wore a blue robe and elaborate costumes with dozens of badges. In the slender candlelights swaying around him, they seemed to have changed strangely. Unlike the tall and proud Amen Cannon, the blue robe mage sat on his seat with his back arched, holding a simple white staff in his hand.

His breath is weak and his face is covered with holes and his face is pale. His eyes were deep under his eyebrows, and although his robe was thick and heavy to withstand the cold, it can be seen from the way the robe hung on him, even for a person like him, his limbs are very slim.

The blue robe mage walked to the window and raised a finger, the window bolt on the window snapped shut. He then sorted out some parchment paper that was blown by the wind and put it neatly on a small table beside the chair. He and Amen Cannon did not speak, and there was silence around them. Only the weak moan of the wind and the mage's weak breathing broke the silence.

Finally, Amen Cannon sighed, his expression changed from contemplation to firm determination.

"Walnut," his loud voice filled the narrow room as he spoke. "It's midnight, and even though we have talked so much, I still don't understand what you think."

'Walnut' is the most diligent and the most talented among all the apprentices of Amen Cannon. As an orphan, he won the trust of Amen Cannon. With his cautious character and excellent computing ability, Amen Cannon let him help the association handle all financial transactions. Occasionally, he will be consulted on the management of the association.

"The world is changing," said Walnut, his voice hoarse and sparse. "It is very difficult to predict the future. But I can perceive that it seems that all the light and heat are being lost, leaving only darkness and cold."

"Uh ... will it be because the winter is here?" Amen Cannon tried to help the apprentice to untie his heart.

"In my opinion," Walnut shook his head, rejecting Amon Cannon's rare humor. "My intuition has never been as vague as it is now. I have never felt that I am not worthy of being your consultant."

Amen Cannon pouted thoughtfully.

"I've never seen a talent like you, even if Frian hasn't seen it before." He said. "But intuition about this kind of thing, I ’m not sure if it will make a mistake. But anyway, I do n’t believe you will succumb to this kind of thing. Maybe we should wait patiently and focus on other things. What happened to the Fatalin Association in this war? "

Walnut exhaled softly, and rummaged through the pile of parchment next to him. Some papers have beautiful handwriting, and some are very scribbled. Amen Cannon notices that the ink on a piece of paper is extremely luxurious, and the handwriting is extremely gorgeous. Dean ’s handwriting, and that scribbled must be Bai En ’s handwriting. Amen Cannon thought.

These envelopes are covered with wax seals, with official seals or personal seals of commanders. All the letters are about the same subject: the Ogborn lead of Istania divides the war.

Thanks to Falheim and Flynn, and some of the information provided by Moradron. News from all over the world came here, and they all conveyed the same message: The Kingdom of Istana is once again missing a duke, but there are still two kings.

Anyone with a head understands that although the two kings divided up the Ogborn collar, the war between them will break out again soon.

"His Majesty King Fernando of Margarita wrote you a letter." Walnut said, drawing a piece of gold-edged paper from his collection. "He expressed his gratitude to the Fatalin Association and you. I hope we can maintain the relationship between the two parties. There are also some trade agreements attached to the letter."

Amen Cannon nodded and looked at the letter roughly.

"Your Majesty King Denis of Bill Barley also wrote. Most of them are greetings, and some of them suggest that we can actually choose allies again." Walnut pulled out another letter and handed it to Amen Cannon.

Amen Cannon watched with two letters in both hands.

"Master Flynn and Master Falheim, oh, and Baron Del Sur, should now be called Count Diamantray. Their messages from various ports prove that any understanding of Margarita and Bill Ball People in the relationship believe that war will break out soon. "

Amen Cannon put down the letter in his hand, looked up at the candlelight, thoughtfully, then sighed.

"The biggest gain in this war was Captain Netska. She seized more than a dozen warships. The looted gold coins had to be weighed with a scale. I estimate that the gold coins have at least two tons. The second is Mia Lala The Queen, taxes, the association ’s winnings, and transportation costs add up to more than our military pays. "

"Ah, I didn't expect the apprentice of Heita to lose to two women." Amen Cannon sighed. "They will definitely have someone to hide, this kind of thing is inevitable. You check it, kill a few people who are hiding too much, just scare them."

"Privacy is much better than you expected," Walnut took out another piece of parchment. "In terms of proportion, Goblin has the most possessions, followed by dwarves. However, the dwarves looted the fewest things, and they had about 10% of them in possession."

"Most of them tasted the sweetness." Walnut saw Amen Cannon's doubts. "And just think about what I said before. Everyone thinks that the next war will not let us wait too long. Many people have already begun to eagerly try. Several commanders have already followed ..."

"Speak, who did they ask for?" Amen Cannon smiled.

"They think that the next time they will lead the army will be the Earl of Night Owl or Master Bane. They also bet on the two adults who will be the commander of the army next time."

"Why wouldn't it be Dean or someone else?" Amen Cannon became curious.

"Yes, Lord Dean is because he is said to be the chief of the new department in the association, as a department for supervision, inspection and trial of illegal acts."

"Who sent it out?" This matter is known only to myself, Ye Xiao and several of his apprentices. Those who spread the rumors must be only a few of their own apprentices.

"Red Fox. He should want this position."

"He is too young." Amen Cannon said. "I also like to play smart. I thought Dean refused to take the initiative when he heard the candidate for this position? Then he had a chance? It was a child's idea."

"Excuse me, what would Lord Dean do?" Walnut felt that there was nothing wrong with the plan.

"It turns out that you also participated, I said, don't participate in this kind of thing. You don't want to play this little cleverness with the mage from the black tower." Amen Cannon frowned, his eyebrows locked tightly, and he could be seen. Inner anger and disgust. But he looked at his apprentice again, and eventually he became soft-hearted.

"Dean, he will come directly to me after hearing the news," Amen Cannon explained, and then he thought of Dean's character again. "No, he will directly find the person who spread the rumor, and then kill him. Maybe he will take the head of the red fox to me. Tell me that one of my apprentices is trying to play this stupid conspiracy."

"Kill your apprentice directly?" Walnut was shocked by Amen Cannon's words.

"Hum," Amen Cannon snorted angrily, not intending to get entangled in this issue. "Continue to say what happened just now."

"Yes, grown up," said Walnut. "Just looking at the gains turned in by the commander, Captain Netska is undoubtedly the first. The warships she turned in are different from those turned in by other commanders."

"It's no different, it's actually more loss. In the end, she has to join her fleet and the association will pay for the boat."

"Oh, yes, sir." Walnut said along the complaint of Amen Cannon. "Queen Mia Lala wants to build a city, so most of her income, the part that has not been turned over to the association, will also be a considerable amount flowing into the association. And she said Master Baen asked him to find you, you have a design idea about the city . "

"Oh, yes. That's right! I'll arrange someone to plan the city for her." Amen Cannon remembered the things that Bian first mentioned, the ribs, and Bane said that the ribs were simply natural mage towers. . If it can be used. Fatalin Island is likely to be indestructible in the end, and by the way, she can completely control her city.

"The rest of the commanders are all members of the Fatalin Association. The total harvest of this war is enough for our association to have enough food for years to come." Walnut said with another piece of parchment.

"Is it only a few years?" Amen Cannon said, stroking his beard. This is much less than he thought.

"I mean pure expenses and don't calculate the income of the association. If you save some flowers, you should be able to use it for twenty years." Walnut said, looking at the parchment. "If you count the association's income—"

Walnut took out several other pieces of parchment paper to compare the research with each other.

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"The association has too many projects now, and the group of master towers you have planned has already begun to take shape. The master tower of Master Anna has been designed and construction has begun. There is also a library for the caster association to be established by Minister Stokai , Mainly to provide apprentices with manuscripts selected from the Black Tower Library for them to study. "

"There is also a meeting room for events of the Wushen Society. After UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com, Master Anna requests, several other organizations also hope that the association can arrange a place for them to organize activities."

"What kind of organization has emerged in the association?" Amen Cannon grew loud as he listened.

"Alchemy apprentices exchange meeting, they also want to provide a fixed place where they can sell manufactured alchemy creations."

"Isn't it just various medicines?"

"More than that, there are some weird things, for example, the group of apprentices fed a few wolf cubs with alchemy potions, and now these wolves have become black and white, and they will spit fire."

"Ah, look for the dwarves to build a few buildings. Let them fool around."

"The Magic Engineering Club also proposed a workshop. This is organized by Minister Stokai. They are now mainly studying magic guns and mechanical puppets."

"Build it together."

"There are still--" Walnut will continue.

"It's done. You can consult the dwarf elders in the association. Don't they like to build things? In addition to the Master Tower, let them plan together with other things that need to be built. Finally, let the design drawings I just glance at it. "

"Yes, grown up."

"Today is too late, you have to rest first. We will talk about it in a few days."

Walnut nodded, slowly put away the parchment on the table, turned and left with his things. Amen Cannon leaned back on the chair again, looking at the direction of the window. Thinking of the storm coming in my head.

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