Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Naturally, it was not just the Duke of Usher who was roasted on the fire.

Egeberg is an independent principality with the smallest territory among the human nations.

To the east is the territory of the dwarves, to the north is Saltonstall, a large country loyal to the Templar Church, to the west is Tecklenburg, which has recently been in conflict with the Templar Church, and to the southwest is the slippery Sentenai.

Sentinel, the southernmost narrow corner of the territory, is connected to the city of Usher.

Surrounded by many big countries, the fundamental reason why Eggberg has established itself is that it is adjacent to the dwarf country.

The land area is not large, and most of it is composed of hills. However, the minerals contained in these hills are extremely rich, and powerful alchemy has been developed through this. In addition, mercenaries and merchants from various ethnic groups come and go, mining, smelting and craftsmen.

The skills are also quite impressive.

Therefore, in the human territory where the Templar Church controls magic education and knighthood, the small country of Eggberg is the least dependent on the Templar Church.

It does not interfere with the priests of the Holy Church coming to build churches, but it limits the place and time they can preach. The church, like other industries within the territory, must abide by the laws of the country and pay taxes.

After all, because of the existence of the holy mages of the light system, in the minds of the people, churches are similar to hospitals and sanatoriums. Seeing the mages for treatment and treatment requires a few "pious" coins.

Relatively speaking, Eggberg prefers to deal with the City of Usher, without having to consider troublesome trivial matters such as faith, politics, and race. He just does business purely, using technology and money to strengthen himself, and maintain peace on the border.

At least it cannot be like its neighbor to the north, Salton Stan, which not only has to fight defensive battles with thousands of barbarians and undead armies in the north, but also has to fight a tug-of-war with the dwarves. It itself is relatively barren and has no place to vent.

With brute force and bravery, one can only become a wolfdog raised by the Holy Church.

It is precisely this ideal, ambitious and ambitious Eggberg who is now on pins and needles because of his awkward geographical location and position.

When Tecklenburg had just gone head-to-head with the Holy Church, Eggberg had seen the joke on the sidelines and rejected the envoy sent by the High Priest Simiel.

"High Priest Simiel?"

This name may not be that familiar to some listeners.

Fortunately, the little Paladin brother who was analyzing the situation in the mainland was more enthusiastic. When he heard that his audience was so curious, he quickly explained:

"Isn't there a Holy Temple of the True God popping up now? That Simiel, like the three red archbishops of the Holy Temple Church, is here to take care of things."

"Well, thank you."

The audience who had no intention of interrupting this little brother quickly thanked him, piled a few silver coins on the bar in a sensible manner, and said to the dwarf bartender at the bar:

"Invite this friend to drink a glass of wine to soothe his throat."

"Haha, you're welcome then," the little brother glanced at the number and said generously, "Let's share the special lager beer here with everyone!"

The lively audience, who was just passing by and cheering in unison, became more enthusiastic about the topic and urged the paladin to speak quickly.

"Where were you talking about?"

Wiping away the beer foam from his mouth, the paladin looked away, suddenly becoming a little curious about this generous audience.

In this city on the edge of the dwarf kingdom, in the tavern frequented by mercenaries, that is, players, there are many people who mysteriously wrap themselves in cloaks, but look at this cloaked man

The way he acted when he spoke just now, he seemed to be wearing a purple mask and gloves?

The voice sounds like a woman. Is this some new fashion?

"Speaking of Eggberg rejecting the overtures from the True God Temple." Someone reminded him in a calm tone.

"Ah? Yes, yes, that's it," the Paladin put down the beer glass in his hand, "Originally, this is nothing. After all, other principalities are also waiting and watching, waiting to see what Tecklenburg and the Holy Church can do.

What will be the result?"

"Isn't that right?" Other well-informed people immediately retorted, "At least two principalities have made it clear that they will support Tecklenburg."

"These are just three principalities," a holy mage wearing a fiery red robe answered, "there should be eleven royal courts in our human race that can make independent decisions."

"However, it seems that there are only four principalities that have clearly expressed their support for the Holy Church and completely obeyed the orders?"

"So it seems that the disparity in strength is not that great?"

"It depends on the subsequent victory or defeat. Anyway, the king of my hometown is not interested in these, and he doesn't want any god."

"My hometown is in the north, and I'm determined to join the Holy Church. Unfortunately, our group leader belongs to Eggberg, and we haven't determined where we are registered yet."

"Our leader and his wife happen to be from Tecklenburg and Granger. They have been having a lot of quarrels recently. I estimate that there is a high probability that they will break up."

Once the topic was ignited, the discussion could not be extinguished. The paladin brother who was originally the focus of the crowd drank a lot of beer depressedly, holding all the words in his bladder.

Just like elven players come from different tribes, human players also have hometowns and different nationalities at birth. However, holy mages all need to go to the academy to take classes, and paladins all need to go to the church to practice martial arts, and they are all alumni.

In other words, the profession of alchemist is not completely under the control of the church. Outside of the academy, you can also choose to follow a famous teacher or enter a mysterious society. Although the threshold for the latter two is higher, it is relatively free.

After Tecklenburg decided to welcome the Temple of the True God to replace the original faith, each principality also sent family letters to players born in their own countries, hoping that everyone would consider serving the motherland.

However, just like the current situation, players are also a little confused, not to mention the mercenary groups. Although the prices offered by various countries are very generous, there are still not many mercenary groups that are confirmed to be registered in a certain country.

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"Eggberg has already rejected the True God Temple's overture once. He shouldn't refuse it again this time, right?"

It was that plain tone again. Strangely, the noisy tavern fell into a brief silence as the voice sounded, as if it was interrupted by thunder.

In the silence, the paladin holding the beer mug keenly realized that he was pushed into everyone's sight again, and immediately replied calmly:

"It's hard to refuse, but it's also hard to agree. If it chooses the Holy Temple of the True God, the Holy Temple Church may unite with the Dwarf Kingdom to destroy it, and vice versa."

"What if I choose neither of them?"

The cloaked man who was sitting at the bar and the Chinese man next to her quietly slid off the high chair.

"Then maybe they will let the dwarf kingdom devour Eggberg. After all, the dwarf kingdom is just for food, that is, the situation of the human race is unclear now, and they don't want to arouse the unanimous hostility of the human race to the outside world, so they are temporarily holding back."

The paladin shook his head and sighed, and found that the generous cloaked lady had disappeared from the bar, as if she was going out.

"If you swallow Eggberg, won't it arouse the hatred of the human race?"

"Eggberg is just a small country, just for the dwarves to satisfy their hunger. Beyond Eggberg, there are three powerful countries. None of them are easy to mess with. They are not afraid of the little tricks of the dwarf king at all."

The paladin waved his hands contemptuously, not taking the newly born Ser Island seriously at all.

What's wrong with being able to fly? The mages are all long-range, so it's not certain who will win in a battle.

"The dwarf country is just for food."

In the tavern where the discussion was buzzing, this voice still reached everyone's ears clearly, calm and a little indifferent.

"How about some more meat to satisfy your craving?"

The Paladin blinked and said meaningfully:

"Look, didn't Eggberg go to the Duke of Usher for help? Speaking of which, the City of Usher can be regarded as a thorn in the side of the three clans. At first, they were too lazy to take care of it, but in the end, they let the Duke run it like everyone else.

I can’t control it. Now it’s rare for the dwarves and humans to work together and the elves can’t escape. It’s better to just pull out this nail.”

"Well, that makes sense."

Nian Nian and Qi Youfeng, who had just walked out of the tavern, shut these words behind the thick wooden door and let out a sigh of relief.

When this man spoke his first words, neither of them paid attention, but later they discovered that a remarkable person had sneaked into the tavern.

"This guy isn't holding the white flag in Usher, so why is he here? Is he planning to run away?"

Nian Nian muttered and pulled Qi Youfeng around, planning to change to a tavern for dinner.

"You don't have to go to the City of Usher to find me," the person who appeared next to me at some point smiled, but this smile made the bright sunshine feel chilly. "I guess you will pass by here and I am waiting for you."

"Yes, yes, thank you." Nian Nian nodded casually and took a few steps back.

"I didn't expect it took you so long, I guess..." The Duke of Usher looked towards the mountains in the east and sighed, "These dwarf affairs are very troublesome."

"Well, it's quite chaotic, and it won't be easy for us to get out of it." Qi Youfeng replied, nodding Nian Nian.

"I originally thought that I would wait for the True God Temple and the church to have some sparks to fight over each other, and then go to the Dwarf King to talk about cooperation. But I didn't expect that the sparks that should have appeared have not yet been wiped out, and the fire was about to burn on me.

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The Duke said regretfully and returned his gaze to the two of them.

"We are also very sorry, but things in the world are unpredictable, and some unexpected situations always happen." Niannian expressed sincere relief.

"Well, what you said makes sense."

The Duke believed this, but every year he had a bad premonition.

"The Elf Patriarch is in the Holy Church, and the Cardinal is always with her. You can't sneak in. You can only find a reasonable identity and walk in openly."

"For example?" Nian Nian twitched his lips.

"For example, the Holy Church's internal minister buried in the Temple of the True God gave Eggberg, or Eggberg's treasury, to the Pope as a meeting gift."

In front of the crowded tavern, the Duke raised his hand and gently lifted it, and the wide hood covering Nian Nian's head immediately fell on her shoulders.