"War is a bitter fruit brewed by human beings themselves. They choose their own path, and we are not qualified to interfere."
"But those innocent people...those other people's children who are as old as my children..."
The former mercenary clenched his fists and muttered unwillingly: "The bitter fruit of human choice is obviously the result of the choice of those high and mighty people!"
He also thought that the Huaiguang Church would stop what Feiyandi was doing, just like they stopped the disaster hidden in the Great Labyrinth of the South China Sea, just like they supported his revenge and defeated the Sequoia People who were cannibalistic sacrifices.
At the very least, they have to refute themselves as to why they call the choices of those big shots ‘human’ choices.
But Bishop Huaiguang didn't say a word, which made the blood of the mountain people gradually grow cold.
What if everything I believed in in the past was just a necessary step to "prevent disaster" for the Huaiguang Church, rather than what they would really do for good...
"Go ahead."
Wandering around in unwillingness and disappointment, Lübeck heard the bishop speak like this.
"If you want, go ahead. You are not a member of Huaiguang, Lübeck. You are a human being with your own hands and feet. How can the church stop you from doing anything?"
Still lowering his gaze, Bishop Baiwu said calmly: "Your sword, armor and other equipment are in the storage room underground of the church. They are well maintained. You can retrieve them at any time."
"Do what you think is right, Lübeck. The Church will only stop things that are proven to be 'wrong', because we are people who have died once but you are not."
"Go ahead."
Raising his head, the old man stared at the human being in front of him.
He said this with an encouraging tone: "If you fail, it's not too late to come back."
"Even if you die, don't be afraid, the Huaiguang Society will still embrace you."
"Embrace failure and prevent mistakes. These are the few things we can do."
Then the man understood.
He suddenly understood, then nodded to the old man with respect, and left the small room.
But Bishop Bai Wu didn't take it seriously. He continued to read the letter, while new words were constantly being refreshed on the crystal panel on the side.
[The Setar Empire, the Western Plains, the ecological reservoir of the civilization of the previous era, contains alien viruses, and the comprehensive disaster level is the third level of 'turmoil'... Two agents have accepted the mission]
[Flying Flame Land, Veronia Island Group, the ancestral queen ant 'Sun Queen' will completely awaken within two years, and the comprehensive disaster level will be a second-level 'catastrophe'... Fifteen agents have accepted the task,
The additional helper is the local strongman of Feiyan Land, Qianyu King Rubol]
[The Far Coast Island, Flaner submarine volcanoes, underground cavity areas, and natural spiritual energy fields gather together, which are very likely to cause mantle lava to rise up, causing super-giant volcanic eruptions, affecting the planet's ecology, and the comprehensive disaster level is the first
Level 'Apocalypse'... The handler is the local fifth-level powerhouse from the far shore, 'Blue Star' Grid]
On the small screen on the other side of the crystal panel, there are texts that refresh slowly one by one.
[The Setar Empire, Nanling Province, the ecological base of the pre-era civilization, contains a nest of parasites, and the comprehensive disaster level is level 3 'turmoil'... the disaster has been dealt with]
[Auxiliary processors: Baiwu, Tianyan, the main processor is Harrison Port, the first level 'Yin', the second level Gosei Bede, the first level Isengard Ellen, local
Warcraft Armored Shark]
[‘Yin En’ has been confirmed to have fifth-level potential and has entered the ‘witness’ process]
…
Sublimators from other places often come to Anling to buy high-quality fresh Xiafui grass to make high-quality spiritual nourishing extract.
For locals, this is not an unusual thing.
Yin En's letter of visit was quickly collected by the relevant personnel, waiting for Baron Laian's reply.
According to Yin En's speculation, if the local baron and Viscount Grant are lazier, because the viscount has a relatively poor work and rest habit, then he will have to wait at least four hours to almost noon before he can be received by the baron.
For the sake of being a psyker and killing a razor-clawed tiger that was endangering the territory, we had lunch with him.
Generally speaking, this is the process. The steward's answer, "The Baron will probably have lunch with you," further proves this point.
So after sending the letter of greeting, Yin En went to the local Boyi workshop based on the principle of not wasting time.
Just like Harrison Port, the Boyi Workshop in Laianling is also decorated in the same way, with white walls, not high-profile exterior decoration, but an extremely neat and simple interior.
The most important thing is the shop located in the center of the commercial street.
Contrary to what many people imagine, although Laianling is the origin of raw materials for Xiahui grass and several other sublimated plants, it is not a major distribution center. Fleets of major chambers of commerce have fixed times every month to go to Jinye Town or
It is Fujino Town that receives the processed semi-finished products, and then transfers them to a series of workshops on the agate stone plain for processing.
Therefore, compared to the port city of Harrison Port, Laianling is quieter, and because of the rain, there are no people on the streets.
"Welcome...ah?"
When Yin En took off his helmet and entered Boyi's workshop, the two employees who were saluting forgot to lower their heads for a moment and just stared straight at his face.
It's not just the boy's appearance, but also the contrast between his youthful appearance and the intimidating feeling he gives when wearing a helmet.
But soon, the older employee came to his senses. He stepped forward and said in an even more respectful tone: "Are you Mr. Yin En? The news from the headquarters has been sent, and your package is in the insurance company."
In the warehouse, please wait for a moment, we will take it out for you right away."
"But please forgive me, for the sake of process, we still need to confirm some of your information..."
Apart from the person in front of you, there is basically no other description like "Young, White Citizen, Alchemy Knight", but the process still needs to be followed.
And Yin En also nodded slightly, and took out the knight medal and documents that had been prepared for a long time from his arms: "I didn't expect that Isengard is faster than me, and he is quite considerate. I don't know how he is doing lately."
No one would dare to say this.
The identification was very fast, after all, it was just a process, and not long after, the storage box made of snow light crystal was taken out.
This kind of crystal, which is not cold but can maintain the internal storage temperature, is a by-product of mining frost crystals and is not of high value. But this storage box is different. Yin En glanced at it and his eyes almost stuck to the dense inscriptions.
Good guy, this inscription engraving is definitely a masterpiece. How can you inscribe so many inscriptions for regulating temperature and humidity on such a fragile crystal plate?
It looked very beautiful. At a glance, even Yin En almost thought it was an ordinary pattern.
"Isn't this storage box also a limited collection?"
With a whisper in his heart, Yin En looked at it with the corner of his eye, and then twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really the 'Phantom Thread of South Blanc'. Isn't this the signature of the inscription master a hundred and fifty years ago? I wrote it in the textbook
I've seen her signature."
Half of the antiques were out, and he felt that this box alone was worth more than three hundred talers, maybe even more. After all, Yin En didn't know how popular this inscription master was.
Next, Yin En used the remote communication equipment in the Boyi Workshop, that is, Tyra's typewriter, to report to the Boyi Workshop in Harrison Port that he was safe. Because the notification took time, he did not wait for a reply.
, but left directly.
Putting on his helmet and carrying the storage box, Yin En followed the workshop clerk to the small accommodation building where Boyi Workshop entertains distinguished guests.
Arriving in his room, Yin En calmed down, opened the box, and opened his precognitive vision.
Immediately, purple light mist overflowed from it.
A whole small box was filled with bottles and jars of second-level fairy potion materials and sublimated materials exuding strange colors.
Based on this weight, Yin En thought that if he saved a little more money, it would be enough to make two bottles of the second-level fairy potion.
It's just so real.
However, what attracted Yin En's attention more than these excessive materials was the letter included in these materials.
On the letter, there was a line that was obviously not written by Isengard, but was left in a beautiful handwriting by a woman.
A letter that made Yin En frown slightly.
"Avelina Ellen..."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the letter in his hand, Yin En whispered to himself: "Essen's princess mother?"