Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist

Chapter 67 The Eyes That Wanted the Sword Bird

"Whoever you glare at gets their head blown off?" Lorne looked at Saina in confusion.

Saina paused for a moment before realizing she had let something slip, and hurriedly looked at Kovina and Monterich.

Kovina and Monterich simultaneously looked away, pretending not to see.

Seeing the three elves' reaction, Lorne immediately thought of the inexplicable welcoming ceremony from before.

Then he recalled what Kovina had just said: "I heard from Salowell that you sent Mogo-Kshaka to Gorgon before you left the orc camp."

Then, consider what Saina just said: "Sigh, if only little Lorne could really glare at anyone and make them explode in the head."

The truth points to an elf who should have been here but did not appear.

"What about Saloville?" Lorne asked.

Kovina, Seina, and Monteridge all gave a barely perceptible shiver and instinctively looked away, unable to meet Lorne's eyes.

Lorne knew he had guessed correctly.

He sighed and asked calmly, "Who ordered the city gates to be opened?"

"It's me," Kovina answered honestly.

"Yes, it was my suggestion," Saina said, taking the initiative to share the blame.

After all, she bears a great deal of responsibility for forcing Salowell to tell the story, given how things have developed.

Seeing this, Monteridge added, "I second that as well."

"Alright, alright, you're playing the 'the law doesn't punish everyone' game with me, huh?" Lorne crossed his arms and asked, "Why?"

Seina immediately replied, "The elves have all gathered to welcome your triumphant return, and we can't bear to see them disappointed. Besides, with a great battle imminent, we also need to boost morale."

As she spoke the second half of the sentence, Saina's voice trailed off, clearly indicating that she knew the morale-boosting had gone a bit too far.

Lorne snorted, paused for a few seconds, and said, "After this battle is over, everyone write me a self-criticism, no less than 2000 words."

"2000?" Monteridge blurted out instinctively.

With his limited knowledge, he'd struggle to write even 500 words, let alone 2000. It would be more satisfying to strip him naked, hang him at the entrance of the cathedral, and whip him.

"You think that's too little? Then 3000 it is," Lorne said calmly.

"Yes." Monterich's face immediately turned bitter.

Kovina and Seina were so frightened they dared not breathe, afraid they might accidentally add another 1000.

Lorne raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing wearily. He said, "Call Saloville back. I have something important to discuss with him."

"Yes," Kovina replied, walked to the window, picked up the silver magic whistle around her neck, and blew it loudly.

A moment later, Salowell, now an owl, flew over. But instead of flying directly into the window as usual, he landed on the windowsill, frantically giving signals to the other elves besides Lorne, trying to figure out what was going on.

None of the three elves dared to do anything underhanded, for fear that Lorne would add more words to their self-criticisms.

Lorne cut to the chase: "You're just like them. After this battle is over, write a 3000-word self-criticism and hand it in to me."

"Yes!" Saloville answered loudly, as if granted a pardon.

Before this, the best outcome he could imagine was being plucked naked and hung at the entrance of the Great Cathedral to be whipped. Now, all he had to do was write a 3000-word self-criticism; this was hardly a punishment, it was practically a reward.

Mother Iria above, compared to His Holiness Lorne and His Highness the Patriarch, she is simply an angel.

Seeing Saloville's extremely relieved expression, Lorne's face darkened slightly, and he said indifferently, "You seem very happy. Then let's add another 1000 words."

Upon hearing this, Kovina and Seina finally felt relieved.

As for Montecristo, his eyes, which seemed to want to kill a stupid bird, were impossible to hide.

Salowell shuddered at the terrifying look in his eyes and blinked innocently.

"Alright, let's get down to business," Lorne said to Saloville. "I need you to fly to the Holy Capital again and deliver an urgent secret letter."

As he spoke, he used the mind network to send over the information about the demon artifacts that Salowell had missed.

After processing the information, Salowell's expression immediately turned serious.

At the same time, Saina quickly walked to her desk, sat down, and took out paper and pen to start writing down the latest intelligence.

Lorne walked over and quietly observed, confirming that the description was accurate.

After Saina finished writing down the intelligence, she spoke up: "The situation is urgent. In the name of the Chosen One, I request that the Holy Capital dispatch a team of professionals capable of handling this crisis to provide support to North Forest Fortress as quickly as possible."

After saying that, he took off the crown ring he was wearing and handed it to Seina.

Saina took out red inkpad, stamped the signature on the secret letter with the crown ring, fanned it gently with her hand, and after the inkpad was completely dry, carefully folded the letter and put it into a waterproof envelope made of thick oiled paper.

Then he took out a tin box about the size of a tea canister and a set of sealing wax tools from the drawer.

Open the box and use tweezers to take out two sugar cube-sized pieces of silver sealing wax and place them in a steel melting spoon.

Kovina brought the oil lamp at just the right moment. She first opened the glass lampshade, adjusted the flame to a suitable size, and then placed it on the table in front of Saina.

Saina held a ladle containing a block of hard sealing wax over a flame and heated it until the wax was completely melted into a liquid. Then she poured the liquid evenly onto the sealing area of ​​the envelope in a spiral motion.

The weather in the north was very cold, and the melted sealing wax cooled down quickly after being removed from the flame. Saina only waited a few seconds before pressing the Holy Crown Ring onto the sealing wax, sealing it.

The elves of Seneson generally worship the Seven Creators, and all officially recognized Chosen Ones are crowned and sealed by the Grand Patriarch or Grand Patriarch of the Seven Creators' religion. The emblem of the holy seal varies depending on the god the Chosen One serves.

Lorne is the chosen one of the moon goddess Ilúvaira, so his holy seal emblem is composed of seven incised lunar phases.

Seina carefully examined the holy seal emblem on the sealing wax from different angles. After confirming that it was clearly identifiable, she carefully wiped the holy crown ring clean with a velvet cloth and returned it to Lorne with both hands.

Lorne took the ring and put it back on his middle finger. Then he took the secret letter that Seina handed him with both hands, turned to Saloville and said, "Take this letter and set off for Senesd immediately to see the Patriarch directly."

"yes!"

Saloville dispelled his natural transformation and loudly accepted the order. He took the secret letter with both hands, carefully tucked it away close to his body, and then stood at attention, performing a Seneson salute: "May the goddess bless the elves!"

The next second, Lorne, Kovina, Seina, and Monteridge simultaneously stood at attention and returned the salute: "May the goddess bless the elves!"

After the ceremony, Saloville quickly walked to the window, transformed into a gray-feathered falcon in a cloud of magical smoke, and flew into the night.

You have completed the campaign event "If you can't beat them, call for reinforcements," and gained 30 x 10 experience points. (510/1000)

The elves walked to the window and watched the falcon disappear into the night, all letting out a slight sigh of relief.

"I hope it's not too late," Seina whispered, gazing at the moon.

Lorne was the first to walk away from the window, to the sand table, and looking down at the North Forest Fortress. He said in a deep voice, "From now on, forget that letter and think of other ways to resolve this crisis."

"yes!"

The elves immediately understood what Lorne meant and quickly came over, surrounding the sand table.

Even Nelly dispelled her shadow-following ability and stood beside Lorne, her pretty face serious as she stared intently at the sand table, deep in thought.