Chapter 15 Your whole body is full of weapons, girls have to be careful!
August 16, 1444, Second Age.
Griffith ushered in his second day in Canaan in panic. He didn't know when Galadia would take him home to meet her family, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. He didn't know when.
What will happen in the consul's palace can only be relieved by reviewing "Ann Hathaway".
He tried to contact her with the echo crystal. The signal in Canaan City was excellent, but the girl didn't seem to get up yet and there was no response at all.
Griffith, who had nothing to do, left a note and walked to the Canaan Library alone, preparing to spend the whole day there, expecting to find some information about Minos and the Spellbreaker there.
Path information.
Canaan under the sun is a city full of trees, gardens and white stone buildings. Ancient golden oak trees and intricate jacarandas are scattered with red and white spiers. The cobblestone or white marble streets are spotless, and the buildings are often covered with royal blue.
Or bright green thin glass, balconies and spiral staircases can be seen everywhere, window sills, railings and columns are decorated with flowers and plants, and many residents are playing harps, wind instruments or singing, which is so beautiful that it is admirable.
The weird mice and the murmurings outside the temple last night were all gone, as if they had never appeared in a dream.
Along the way, Griffith was surprised to find that there were taverns, wine cellars, bars and similar buildings located on tree-lined avenues or on the banks of clear streams, even more than parks, markets and libraries. Many elves came and went in and out of them.
The drinking began shortly after the sun had risen.
In his opinion, shouldn't alcohol and beverages be part of the food ration? Why are there so many separate taverns? Is it possible that the elves have reached the point where they will be unhappy if they cannot drink alcohol at any time?
Griffith came to the foot of a towering blue spire. This building was built of heavy stone and covered with white marble. It was located in the city center. Countless magical animals were carved on the walls and roof, and the high steps
From the top, you can see the high ceiling, exquisite reliefs and blue-green plants of the first floor hall.
This is the Great Book of Canaan.
A small group of elves were gathering on the steps at the entrance of the Great Library. Melrose, the director of the Psychic Research Center whom I just met yesterday, was also in the crowd, shouting something together.
Griffith curiously approached to take a look. He turned around a large pillar and suddenly saw a group of well-equipped elf rangers and knights. They were originally just on guard against the rioting crowd from a distance, but when they saw it, they
The knight was a little ready to move.
Melrose also noticed the movement here, hurriedly left the crowd, grabbed Griffith before the rangers and knights took action, took him aside, and said seriously: "This is not a game that humans can participate in.
You'd better stand a little further away, little knight."
"What are you doing?"
"We are fighting for our rights, the freedom to mate, and we must lift the quota restrictions on magic crystals!" the director said, waving his fist.
"Is it okay for you to leave like this?"
"It doesn't matter, it won't succeed anyway, we just yelled. However, the limited estrus time still has to meet the mating task with the designated partner. Even if it is God's will, it is really unacceptable!" The director led Griffith.
They came to a small bar by the river and sat down there. The beautiful half-elf waitress brought them cold drinks. Melrose took a sip and said: "Speaking of which, humans are really nice. They can be in heat whenever they want."
It's time to go into heat. The mating task is completed easily."
"In heat..." Griffith's expression changed. "Mating, or a mission?"
"Yes, otherwise who will give birth to the next generation of elves? You humans are so good. Except for your short lifespan, everything else is good." Melrose nodded with envy, and then took out a small silver box from his pocket, which contained
Holding a slender crystal needle. He installed the fine needle with his slender fingers, used the wand to dissolve the magic crystal into a liquid, and mixed it with a small jar of dizine in a ratio of 7:100.
Under Griffith's surprised gaze, Melrose skillfully rolled up the cuff of his left arm, patted his arm and stared at it for a while, then found the vein, inserted the needle tip into the flesh, and pushed the small needle center.
"ah--!"
Melrose let out a sigh of contentment and softened like overcooked noodles.
Griffith asked: "What was injected today? Is it still magic crystal?"
Melrose moved his eyelids, looked around lazily, raised his head feebly and said, "Yes, seven percent solution, do you want to try it?"
The would-be knight shook his head repeatedly: "Thank you, I don't want it. At the same time, I also advise you not to destroy your body."
Melrose lay back on the seat, staring at the back of the maid not far away, and said with some regret: "You are right, but I feel restless when I have nothing to do, so I can only
Relying on this pastime is really wonderful at first, and it can also stimulate the growth of mental power. But after a long time, it is not so exciting."
After admiring the maid's curves, he turned around and whispered mysteriously: "Hey, you know what? We are going to be finished."
Griffith naturally didn't believe it: "Why?"
Melrose looked at the ceiling and said with an expression of despair: "It's not just about the fertility rate. There are fewer and fewer newborns born every year. Not only that, the desires of Canaan citizens have also become more and more intense."
The prices are getting lower and lower, and there are fewer and fewer good citizens like me who are actively mating. Even for me, I have no interest at all without some stimulation~
"If a war breaks out with heavy casualties, I am afraid that the lost population will never be replenished. Our Senate has long promulgated a bill to allow half-elves and honorary citizens to join our army, and even become the main force. After serving for a certain period of time, they can obtain
Full citizenship.”
He complained for a while, then suddenly the topic changed: "Are you a lawbreaker?"
"Yes." Seeing that the director might be more serious on this topic, Griffith asked seriously with some anticipation, "My path was cut off at Sequence 7. Do you know the subsequent promotion conditions or rituals? Legend also said
Can."
"Dream on," Melrose waved his hand. "Think back then, the spellcasters must have paid a huge price to win over the paladins and demon hunters to overthrow you. How could they possibly leave any inherited knowledge?"
"..." Griffith was stunned when he heard this.
"Why, don't you know?" When talking about this topic, the research director suddenly became interested and sat up straight. "Although there is no written record, we have a private guess that the spellbreaker is so interested in wizards.
The obvious restraint has allowed the latter to become the ruler of this world. Can't your shallow mind think of the reason?
"Those demon hunters and paladins are indeed powerful, but they are no match for spellcasters. This is obvious. Strengthening shields, improving defense, projecting power, gathering energy mentality, concealment, detection, and all kinds of extraordinary abilities, have
Which one cannot be imitated by magic?"
Indeed, only the resistance to magic is different... Griffith nodded in his mind.
Melrose said with a matter-of-fact expression: "The only thing magic cannot do is annihilation and dispelling magic. It is simply a destined natural enemy. It is reasonable to cut off your inheritance."
"But why do other Beyonders provide assistance?" Griffith asked casually.
"I can guess with my toes that the Spellbreaker must have done something outrageous and evil and offended everyone's interests," Melrose immediately replied, "Do you know the name of the Sequence 6 of the Spellbreaker?
?”
I know... Griffith was silent for a moment.
"Your Sequence 6 name is War Knight," the elf whispered mysteriously, "Shh, keep quiet, my friend, this name is forbidden knowledge."
"Why?"
"The name of the Extraordinary Sequence is not just a name, but also a clue." At this point, Melrose remained silent and did not go any further.
The two were silent for a while. The elf suddenly thought of something and said with interest:
"Why do you think I know this?"
Griffith couldn't help but shake his head.
"Because, actually, I quite envy you spellbreakers," Melrose said with an astonishing thought, "I have done in-depth research on how to transform myself into a spellbreaker. Don't look at me like this, I am also a psychic research center.
As a director, you have access to a lot of knowledge that you can never imagine.
"Unfortunately, I failed."
"Why?! I mean, why do you want to turn into a spellbreaker?" Griffith asked in confusion. The knowledge of promotion has been lost in the extraordinary way, but there are still elves who want to turn around.
A strange smile flashed across Melrose's face:
"When you reach Sequence 7, your body strength and power control will be strengthened in all aspects.
"You are all covered with weapons, girls, be careful!"
It took Griffith a while to understand. Before he could express anything, Melrose continued:
"Furthermore, hehehe, Sequence 7 spellbreakers have a certain probability of mastering attacks that damage mental power. Although they cannot project from a long distance, they are still very powerful.
"Hehehehe, imagine those cute, serious and smart girls, with rich knowledge and powerful magic power. Please use your imagination. They can't resist your strength and be overwhelmed. Their delicate and rich spirits
His strength was destroyed by wave after wave of impact, and he lost consciousness in convulsions.
"The clenched silver teeth are trembling,
"Sensitive nerves kneaded by hot touch and power,
"They struggled to gather their sanity again, only to be destroyed by the never-ending flood of impact, again and again..."
Griffith's eyes widened, thinking he was hallucinating.
"It sounds a bit obscene, but I'm done!" Melrose sighed contentedly, stood up and grabbed the half-elf receptionist, and disappeared behind the corner door without saying goodbye.
Know where you went.
Griffith rubbed his face, sighed, and prepared to find something to do.
Hey, I don’t know if Rana will feel sorry if he finds out.