Blood tax

Chapter 284 Mr. Hermit's Second Gathering

The others appeared at the round table one by one, saying hello to each other.The blood warrior Borunav arrived last.He glanced at Aslanta first, then opened his mouth wide and shouted with a thunderous roar:

"Hi everyone, starting from this gathering, my title has been changed to Unstoppable Patriarch, Husband of Miss Shadow Priest!"

"..."

You still used "I" to cover up your participation in the meeting before.Griffith couldn't help but rubbed his forehead.

Those present were silent.Aslante raised her finger and threw a fear spell at him, making Brunave run around the table a few times.

The majestic figure of Mr. Hermit appeared on the upper seat, and the participants stood up one after another to salute him.He nodded slightly, and the meeting like a primary school student's gathering became solemn and solemn.

What a strange place, Griffith couldn't help muttering to himself.He stood up respectfully, and expressed his sincere thanks to Mr. Hermit, Mr. Stargazer and all the guests for the help he had received earlier.

The mysterious existence did not respond, but one could feel that his eyes were watching Griffith peacefully.After a while, he said slowly: "The strands of life from the imaginary realm are trying to interfere with reality, and some price will have to be paid.

"Stopping his schemes, or defeating his agents in reality, will be rewarded dearly.

"You guys can start discussions and deals."

Mister Hermit released a mission?Griffith is not yet familiar with the rules here.He looked left and right, ready to see how the others reacted.

"Mr. Wise Hermit, the power of the righteous gods is being mobilized, and the Creator from the void is also hindering the plan to weave life," Mr. Arbiter said first, "Can I understand that-the upcoming war will Is it a battle between the agents of the gods and the outer gods?"

The hermit nodded slightly.

The upcoming war, the war of God's agents... Griffith's expression moved slightly, and he scanned the participants one by one.

Miss Magician asked to speak: "Mr. Arbiter, is the Creator of the Void Realm you mentioned an ally of the Seven Gods?"

Unable to answer the question, the arbitrator turned to seek the opinion of the party host.

Mr. Hermit answered her question: "The life weave, ghoul, creator, and nightmare god from the void will give, and then demand a high price. They are hunters who cannot enter."

These four names made everyone present tremble with fear.Griffith was even more touched by the word "hunter".He found Miss Lover and Aslanta lowered their heads, wishing they could cover their ears.

"How much time do we have?" Mr. Brave, who does not belong to this era, asked with a slight tremor in his tone, "How long will it take for the Outer God to arrive?"

For a split second, Griffith sensed the commotion at the party.Everyone was silent, but tension and anxiety enveloped the place like invisible water.

Mr. Hermit replied: "A few years, or hundreds of years, depends on the decision of this world."

Mr. Stargazer, it has been confirmed that the participants of Sidious are looking directly at Griffith: "The tentacles of the virtual world are spreading to reality, lurking. Once we find something, we should inform each other immediately. "

The brave who does not belong to this era nodded along with the blood warrior and the arbitrator.

Mr. Hermit seemed reluctant to say more on the subject.

"Then, let's get started," Mr. Arbiter continued to promote the progress of the meeting. "Although the Outer God is about to scare me to death, the business will continue. I hope to exchange information and learn about the war preparations, attack direction and plan of the orcs." .It can be exchanged publicly or privately. I can provide property, food, weapons, and mysterious items as consideration."

Hey guys, I like this part!Griffith came to the spirit.For a long time, he has been constrained by his studies, and he has always lacked understanding of intelligence outside of Homemonwarts.

According to his habit in the eastern battlefield, even when he was in the worst financial situation, he would save money to buy information from merchants, logistics troops, and sailors, to understand the situation in other battlefields, and when the supply might be overwhelmed and cut off.

After coming to Byerland, although he didn't lose this habit, he didn't have much free time to go out for intelligence gathering.

Without sufficient intelligence support, Griffith felt that his strength had been suppressed by a large part.Mr. Hermit's party finally provides him with an important piece of the puzzle.

All the people present turned their attention to Brunaf and Aslante.

"We are mobilizing for war, but it will take time to assemble the army," Borunaf said indifferently, "Unfortunately, I have no information to exchange, and the details are not available to me."

Miss Shadow Priest added: "This will be a big battle, no less than the one that ended on the Eastern Front a year ago. I can get the list of generals and some information of the two front armies of the Clan Alliance, if you need it .”

"I need it very much," the arbitrator replied, "So, let's communicate separately, will the supplies be handed over to you through the previous method?"

Aslante nodded: "The supplies are handed over directly to the Blood Warrior, and he will arrange the way to receive them."

Miss Lover let out a small "wow", and then clapped her hands.Brunav's burly body twisted directly on the seat.

After the troll lady finished speaking, she stared at the blood warrior and said, "Wait for my notice on the material arrangement."

"Honey, um, Miss Priest, you can say whatever you want!" Brunave roared, swallowed a few words that were about to be spit out, and uttered them in a more appropriate way.

Hey?Didn't Aslante still want to test this orc?How did you progress so fast?Brunave, you can——!
Griffith was puzzled, but quickly dismissed the original idea.

No, no, how did this troll girl sell her own information so proficiently? How many times has she sold information to the arbitrator!The forces behind her must have their own plans and have been waiting for the right opportunity.

Wait, wait, two front armies?The front army of the clan alliance is the highest level strategic unit, and each front army is equivalent to an army composed of more than two legions of Bayeran.How could she get such important information?
Aslante's background is not good, and the support from the family may be very limited.So, is her action the will of the God of Night and Shadow, one of the seven gods, or is it the solitary walk of some parishes?
At this time, Miss Magician cast her eyes on Griffith who was thinking: "Mr. Death Knight will surely play?"

Griffith nodded in confirmation.His military status cannot be concealed, and he has no intention of concealing it.

"Then, I want to ask you one thing."

Miss Magic applied for a one-on-one session, bringing Griffith into an isolated space.

Her face was unrecognizable, her voice changed, and she was able to express her expectations without hesitation.

"Mr. Death Knight, if my guess is correct, you should be a young officer from Bayeran."

"Yes."

"Hmm~" Ms. Magician thought for a while, "Although I can't see clearly, but based on your momentum and demeanor, combined with your ability to join this party, you are probably a cavalry officer of the Imperial Guard, right?"

"You're really sharp," Griffith didn't hide, "that's true."

Miss Magician was a little happy:
"I would like to ask you to pay attention to the Anjou girl. If there is anything unusual about her on the front line, please inform me through Mr. Hermit immediately. For your information, I can provide you with money, mysterious materials, or other information and mystic knowledge in exchange .”

"Mr. Hermit?" This request and contact method was a bit unexpected.Griffith was very keen on exchanging information and immediately became interested.

"Yes, when you need it, you can contact Mr. Hermit through His Excellency Minos to make a request."

"I know, but," Griffith thought for a while, "what abnormalities does the saint have?"

Miss Magician took two steps in the night-like space, sorting out her thoughts:

"From the information I have obtained, she is the saint of the Church of the Holy Light. She is a beautiful, pure and kind girl. She lives a simple life and fights bravely. She possesses unimaginable charm, affinity and the power to perform miracles." .Her true appearance and origin are unknown, and I will know this information sooner or later, but, as of now, there is a mysterious force blocking it.

"If the prince leads the army to fight, the saint will definitely lead the believers of the Holy Light to come to support. This is justified in all aspects, and it should be so. With the support of the Holy See, the trust of the people, and military power, if the war wins the prestige, Isn't the power in the hands of the prince too powerful?

"There should be many forces who don't like to see this scene.

"I have a hunch that the Church of the Holy Light, or some other organization may be planning an imperceptible conspiracy."

Griffith agrees with that.The Holy Light Church's work of selecting and cultivating saints has long been prohibited by the new canon.He beat his chest subconsciously, and accepted Miss Magician's request.

After they returned to the round table of the gathering, the arbitrator continued: "Any other requests and suggestions?"

Griffith hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and said, "I would like to know information about Miss Iletia of Homenworth. If anyone has heard of her, I can pay currency or provide other information in exchange."

The guests present did not respond, and had never heard of this person at all.Although the scene is a bit embarrassing, it is also reasonable.

Griffith glanced at Miss Lover, and found that she was also staring at him, and smiled slightly.

……

The party ended half an hour after it started.Before leaving, Griffith confirmed with Mr. Hermit that before the next gathering, he could apply through the ring to request assistance from Mr. Hermit or other participants.

In a daze, he returned to the stairs he had climbed just now. There was nothing unusual around him, and no one noticed.Easy and discreet access to parties and back.

However, this is not an option in the long run.Participating in Mr. Hermit's party is a real move. If you are bumped into by the professors or seen by others and attract attention, it will cause a lot of trouble.I have to figure out a way...

Griffith put this idea aside for now, put on Hanguang and Conviction, sneaked out of the dormitory, went to the warehouse to get the grenade he had just received, and went outside the library of Silver Moon Tower.

It was time for bedtime, but Griffith had important things to do.

After experiencing more and more incidents, Griffith found that it was impossible for him to avoid the ancient gods and their tentacles extending to the world.

In particular, both the principal and Professor Salorian were involved in the terrifying monsters in the Belomon ruins, and the existence of monsters even involved the secrets of the dream god sleeping underground.If the two were contaminated, Homenwarts would no longer be safe.

However, having said that, there is no safe place in this world. Even the consuls and relatives of Canaan can be destroyed overnight. What else is impossible?

He summoned the Blood Golem, gave it a bag of grenades and oil lamps, and called out the Bone Ring:

"Minos, you control this puppet. If I don't come out within 5 minutes, you can ignite these things and detonate them on the spot."

In case the monster-senpai is against me, cut off my connection with the outside world by some means, and wants to eat me...then, the explosion will wake up the whole school. 5 minutes I should still be able to hold it.

After giving the order, Griffith thought about it again, but still felt uneasy: "If you and I are both shielded in this tower, can you also control the puppet?"

"Information transmission and interference are complicated issues, and Minos cannot guarantee them," Bone Ring replied. "To be on the safe side, it is recommended to keep Minos on the puppet. Minos will strengthen the puppet. Eyes and other aspects can be simulated to the greatest extent, and you can speak and act according to your instructions to avoid suspicion from others and ensure the success of the detonation.”

"Oh hoo? It's an idea, you are such a smart bone." Griffith took off the ring and handed it to the puppet to put it on.

With the bone ring compatible with the puppet's breath, two guys who looked the same and smelled the same stood in the moonlight, staring at each other.

The quasi-knight moved his wrist, and the puppet also moved his wrist.He shook his head, and the puppet shook his head too.

Griffith used his brain and silently issued instructions, and the puppet spoke in the same tone as him: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

This thing is fine!Looks like the real thing.In the future, when other girls asked me to drink tea and couldn't shirk it, I asked Minos to drink tea.You can even go to class and take exams for me!I can read the answer elsewhere to tell it!
What a great idea, as expected of me!
Griffith suddenly became interested, and waved at the Silver Moon Tower: "You, go in with the grenade, and have a conversation according to my instructions."

"Minos found that your two instructions were inconsistent. According to the earlier plan, Minos should control the puppet to stand by outside the tower."

"Yes," Griffith nodded, "I've changed my mind. Quick, bring these grenades."

……

"Griffith" came to the empty library and tapped on the bookshelf.

Soon, the pleasant rustle of skirts brushing bookshelves and floors came from the stairs.The beautiful senior who appeared in the forbidden library appeared again:

"Good evening, Mister Death Knight, why are you here alone?"

Her words directly revealed Griffith's identity.Strange fluctuations of spiritual energy spread out, and although there was no hostility, it enveloped the entire tower in silence.

"Good evening," Griffith held the grenade tightly, and nodded to her pretending to be trembling all over, "Miss Elidia, I'm here to talk to you."

"Bringing those thick and hard things to negotiate? Hey, you are so annoying, it looks very inelegant~" The beautiful woman with long black hair chuckled like a nightingale, "All I have is this little Small library, what else is allowed?"

Her laughter made Griffith a little more relaxed, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous at all, and asked politely:
"I know something about you and Professor Salorian, and I may be called to the battlefield at any time. Before that, I want to know, what are you doing here? Will it cause harm to the humans and elves here? Danger?"

"What bad things can a librarian do?" Miss Lover shook her head helplessly, "Don't worry, Iletia is not a threat to everyone now, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with Salorian or anything .”

"Well, can you tell me why?"

"No, tell, tell, you!" Miss Lover elongated her tone and said mischievously, "You are not my boyfriend, why should I tell you about my journey!"

(End of this chapter)