Blood tax

Chapter 414 The call of the ancient gods and the lost city-state
No matter how unhappy the day is, there are still dances in the evening at Sanssouci Palace.

Griffith found that none of the representatives of the burghers were present.Not only that, according to the meeting agenda, tomorrow and the following parliament will not admit them.

"Those civilians, hehe, do you see the look in their eyes? Hope we will retain them," the great nobleman and veteran Marquis de Riberon spoke under the gaze of everyone, "After they were expelled from the court, these warm-hearted gentlemen We found a tennis court by ourselves and wanted to keep the meeting going."

"Hahaha." Everyone laughed together.

Didn't the representatives of the citizens come to discuss the matter at your invitation?It's too arrogant to drive them away after a disagreement.Now, how are you going to solve the financial problem... Griffith stood a few steps away, listening to these self-righteous nobles talking nonsense.

"They won't cause trouble, right?" Some people asked rationally, "They are not like mud legs."

Griffith recognized this one.He is the Marquis Dienrad. After Duke Meyer's rebellion, he became the main figure in the relationship between the court and the Senate.

This discussion immediately attracted some echoes, and some people in the discussion mentioned the frightening words "civil war" and "rebellion" uncomfortably.

"The mediocrity," said the Marquis Bidenheim, another senator with a long family heritage, supported the Marquis Veron's point of view, "They have no legions, no cavalry and artillery, and Chalon's elite soldiers can wipe them out in an afternoon.

"As long as the sacrifice of the chosen one decides the victor, the miracle will usher in an unprecedented golden age.

"Nothing to worry about!"

"Oh—!" This powerful statement attracted a lot of approval, and even the wizards of the Arcane Council thought it made sense.

Griffith was not interested in listening anymore.

The great nobles and wizards first felt that the situation was serious enough to invite the citizens to negotiate, and then they gave up their plan to negotiate with the citizens so easily, instead expecting the rewards of the sacrifice to make everything better, in a literal sense, looking forward to " "Miracle" appeared.

Such rash actions are simply unreasonable.

"Good evening, Knight Ravenel." A voice interrupted Griffith's thoughts.He turned his head and found Harandir, the half-elf of Canaan, coming to say hello.

Canaan's guests are invited to tonight's party, and Galadia will also be present.Haranduil followed.

"Knight, judging by your expression, it seems that you have some complaints about the powerful nobles?" The half-elf said as if chatting.

"Aristocratic family?"

Seeing that Griffith was unfamiliar with this word, Haranduil explained: "I am referring to those ancient nobles who have a long history and have occupied the Senate seat since the first era. The Lamor family you are loyal to In their eyes, it can be regarded as an upstart.

"The ancestors of the powerful nobles were born like angels, saving mankind from ignorance and chaos. They are the dawn stars and the earliest elders. Whenever the world is in crisis, they can come up with improvement spells and technologies like magic. And methods, it seems that there is nothing they can’t do.”

"I know very little about this, please tell me in detail."

Griffith admitted frankly that he wanted to listen with some anticipation.After all, neither the history of humans nor elves speaks clearly about the First Age.Although I don't know where Haranduil got this knowledge, it is always good to add some historical knowledge.

The half-elf found that he had an audience, and happily narrated:

"At the earliest time, there were [-] elders in Bayeran. Some of them fell in the battle against terror and tyranny, pure Slaanesh, and scheming Tzeentch, and some broke away from the Senate to form the Arcane Council and the Holy See of the Seven Gods. .

"They are almost omnipotent! Although the current situation is unstable, in fact, there are still two artifacts hidden in the secret treasury jointly guarded by the powerful and nobles, which can make human beings prosper for at least another 1000 years, but they cannot be used for some reason. "

"Please wait!" Griffith covered his forehead.

He didn't have any evidence, but somehow felt that the words sounded familiar, not because of the content, but because of the sentence structure and expression.

"Mr. Ranger," Griffith asked, "Did you hear these stories from Roland?"

"Hehehe," Haranduil laughed twice, and changed the subject without explaining, "According to the latest news, the second stage of the Sacrifice of the Chosen One has been advanced. The coordinates of the place where the miracle will come will be determined soon. Miss Lannoy will be leaving tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Griffith ignored the Senate and nobles, and hurriedly asked, "Who is accompanying?"

"Miss Laura of the Lockhavert family, we have sent invitations through various channels, but we have not been able to contact her. I hope she can receive the notification."

Okay, now I know... Griffith said calmly, "Please continue."

"Amon of Canaan, he is a powerful 'collector'," said the half-elf, "and there is Erza Valkyrie, the huntress of the beacon. Agreement was reached on some issues."

The corner of Griffith's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Other support staff include guards and attendants, as well as myself, Alyosha, Miss Neferty, we persuaded her family to go with me in this crucial operation.

"It's a pity that we can't enter the final trial ground. Only those who are selected can get amazing rewards, and it is even possible to uncover the fog of history."

At this time, a loud commotion suddenly sounded in the banquet hall.The honored guests who gathered there exclaimed, as if they had witnessed something extraordinary.

"The revelation of the gods has come." Haranduil whispered.

In the very center of the hall, light and shadows are appearing on a temporarily arranged magic circle.

The nobles of Bayeran were thrilled to see the end of a miracle only mentioned in ancient texts and legends.

The illusory projection became clear, and from the outlines of the sea, snow-capped mountains, and forests, it was known that this was a miniature scene of a huge area.The turbulent clouds and mist are like living creatures, entrenched in the most core area, rolling and twisting.The moment he saw this scene, Griffith shuddered.

Some kind of fear and impulse deep in his soul frightened him.

He clearly felt that there was something amazing waiting for him in this land.As long as he sets foot there, his fate trajectory will also change.

"Seniors, wise men, and lords!" The wizard who had been monitoring excitedly announced loudly, "The final sacrifice of the gods has been unveiled. The chosen one who bears the expectations of the whole world will go to the land of miracles!

"That's—

"The Lost City-State Anok!"

It turned out to be Anok!

Griffith had a vague premonition the moment he saw the image of that land.The end of the trial about Galadia and the fate of the world happened to be on that land!
The city-state of Anok in the eastern continent was once known for its prosperous magic research.Their territory is not vast, but they have astonishing magical attainments, and even once wanted to challenge Byelan's position.

Assistant Professor Pepe Lanci and Associate Professor Velonos are both from there.They once tried to summon the unspeakable ancient gods by relying on an ancient book called "Dead Sea Document".

On a certain summer night, they summoned an indescribable being.Griffith still remembers what the assistant said at the time:

"The air is filled with a sacred atmosphere, even the sky is eclipsed, the ancient gods have descended!"

A being that cannot be called a living being is larger than all living beings that humans have ever seen.

"It's so big that it seems that it wasn't the ancient gods who created the world, but the ancient gods themselves are a world."

The miserable city-state was then flooded with a yellow, viscous fluid in which all men disintegrated and died of terror, pain, and twisted torments.

The prosperous city-state of Anok disappeared.

Griffith had heard this crazy story not long after arriving at Homewatts.The half-mad teaching assistant frightened him, and immediately gave up the subject, vowing not to have anything to do with the topic of "ancient god".

Today, the "Old God" found him again.

(End of this chapter)