Blood of Mercury

Roland probably already knew why his electoral trial failed before.

"Dusk is coming, the tired bird will leave its nest and never return—"

This is the code to open the box, a section of the narrative epic "The Raven of Ilamat" by the Winter Elves.

As a branch of elves, the blood of the winter elves can be regarded as the purest group in the entire bronze race. If the relationship between them and the devil is not clear, they will not be exiled. to the cold north.

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

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

Because the blood of silver is too pure, after they chose to believe and moved because of it, their bodies soon underwent 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 cost of continuing to live in the new era.

For example, under the feet of tree elves grow folds suitable for climbing trees and jumping, and night elves have acquired the supernatural ability to be invisible at will in the shadows. And the winter elf who chose to take refuge with the devil also got the same black hair and black eyes as the devil.

But pay attention to one thing-

That is, the winter elves are not called winter elves because they were banished to the north where it snows 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 Association is to collect, research and bury. The most literary scholars in this group of high elves are constantly searching for various secrets in their nearly infinite lives. Unlike the truth will, all this group of scholars, perhaps the purest in the world, wants is to study these secrets to fill their ever-fading curiosity.

Whether it is ancient poems, legends, or any kind of antiques, the Winter Fruit Fair will always welcome everyone.

And all they want is research, but they don't want to do it for themselves or their race. So until the elves split, the elves outside the Winterfruit Society didn't even know how deep their research was.

Of course, if they had a general understanding of the secrets held by the winter elves, then the harm that the winter elves did not hesitate to trade with the devil would bring them even more incalculable harm.

When the White Tower collapsed, Roland once asserted that no one could surpass the Winter Elves in the study of history, and no one could surpass the White Tower wizard in the exploration of the future. No one could overturn this sentence until Roland came to the Farnes world.

Because of this, the poems of the winter elves are called "poems written by secrets" by players, and many players recite it by heart. Many players joked that they didn't even care about studying.

The next sentence of "Never return" is a story describing the second time the crow of Iramat appeared in the eyes of people—

It looked at Purgatory in the deep snow, and the smoke rose like a giant burning kiln.

It is compassionate, weeping and weeping. The thorns grew on the forehead, and the bridge rescued many people.

It is bowed down by the living, chanted as king, crowned with thorns—

Roland had a hunch about this, but he didn't expect this test to come so quickly.

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

It didn't save those innocent people.

The Master of Eternal Sleep is not only a **** who masters plagues and death, but even the fields of rebirth, revenge, and forgiveness are part of the Master of Eternal Sleep.

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

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

It is nothing more than causing a fire, crying to the sky, people's hearts are full of despair, and 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, and the people who survived were so grateful to him that they were willing to offer their loyalty to him until they died. Then the arsonists followed suit, admonishing people to be good people and good deeds - so the sinful city was reborn in the fire, people were saved, and began to be good-hearted.

Destruction, disaster, conspiracy, deception, salvation, and a positive tone.

...it's like a deep well of ice.

Roland completely disapproved of this boring and **** script. But this is what the boss wants to see. If such a simple story can't be acted out, how can the boss be assured of handing over the role of agent to Roland?

That's great, I'll play you if you want to see—

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

It's not that the second sick village could not be found - in Caral, there are not many towns where there are more pits in the townsmen's minds than on the road - Roland just thought very simply, if he wants to do it, he must do it to the best.

There is nothing more in need of saving than the people in the city of wealth, and there is nothing more in need of saving than the people in the city of wealth.

Still the same sentence - if this simple thing can't be done, what face does Roland have to be the Pope of the Dormant Mentor? What courage do you have to face the twilight seeds that are thousands of times more dangerous?

Roland ate the bowl of smoothie in front of him in small bites, chatting and laughing with the two mountain nobles.

"So, Sister Hurland, are you here to send a letter of introduction to your sister?"

Nicole asked with a wink.

"Well, that's right."

Roland nodded and showed a gentle smile: "In the city of wealth, you can't even survive a night without a letter of introduction. After all, this is the city of wealth, the most prosperous place in the entire Farnes world. If there is no letter of introduction, If you can easily live here, wouldn’t it mean that all cats and dogs can come in?”

The two mountain nobles nodded clearly, with empathy on their faces.

There are such rules everywhere, and it is not difficult to understand. Not to mention that both of them are nobles, and I usually see a lot of this kind of thing, so naturally it is impossible to be suspicious.

But because of this, they don't know that this rule can be found everywhere, but the city of wealth cannot have it.

Just because of the extreme chaos in the false shell of order, those who have no ability and are purely waiting for luck can't live at all - at least it's impossible to live as a human being.

Being caught and forced to sign a mandatory contract, being a nightingale or **** nails is a good thing. Those whose souls have been deceived by the devil can add up to form a reinforcement platoon every day; many undead also settle here, and every time they need fresh corpses to repair their bodies; perhaps there are many dark wizards who need some human bodies The material for the experiment, the witches will also want a quiet, well-dressed doll - without paying for Suze's dolls that are several times more expensive than humans.

Even corpses will turn into gold coins here. In the City of Fortune, there is nothing that cannot be sold - except for body and soul, even the dead body can be sold for a good price.

Of course, this means not being tricked into signing a contract full of loopholes, but selling his body at a normal price.

Therefore, the city of wealth will not prevent anyone from entering at all. Because except for the very few people who can survive here, the result of everyone else entering this place is to frantically squeeze every point of value, and then supply it all to the very few people at the top of the pyramid.

"Then why didn't you ask someone to send your letter of introduction?"

Nia asked suspiciously.

"Because these letters of introduction don't have the name of the person being introduced, what if the sender steals the letter directly? Although it is not difficult to write again, this thing can be sold for a lot of money in the outside world... Speaking of which. , who wrote your letter of introduction?"

The black-haired noble lady asked casually.

"Donald," Les stretched out his hand to stop Niya, who wanted to speak, and said calmly, "It belongs to Lord Donald."

"Oh? Donald the silent wizard? Then you have to protect your letter of introduction well so that it won't be stolen."

Helland opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and his tone was full of exclamation: "You must know that there are not many wizards in Caral - even more rare wizards from Fararu."

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

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

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

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

Watching Miss "Herland" talking to herself, both Les and Nia politely shut up and waited for the noble lady who was born in the city of wealth to finish speaking.

"Sorry, I have to go right away..."

"I'll settle the bill, we have to eat for a while," Les suddenly said, "Sister Hurland, go and pick up someone."

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

The black-clothed black-robed girl nodded, then picked up her suitcase and hurried out.

Just after turning a corner, Roland stopped.

The look that was so anxious before has also calmed down.

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

"Heh... as expected," Roland said softly with a pleasant but malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, "I give ten points to this dead work."

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