Roland probably already knows why he failed in the previous electorate trial.
"Evening is approaching, and the tired bird leaves its nest, never to return -"
This is the code to open the box, a section of the winter elf narrative epic "The Crows of Ilamath".
As a branch of elves, the winter elves have the purest bloodline among the entire bronze race. If the relationship between them and the devil was not unclear, they would not be exiled.
To the freezing Northland.
But regardless of whether the winter elves have established relations with the devil or not, people cannot deny their long history.
Since the saint disappeared from the world, the high elves who lost the protection of the Father of Gaia lowered their noble heads, put down the war, and chose faith for the continuation of the race.
Because the silver blood is too pure, after they chose faith and moved there, their bodies quickly underwent irreversible mutations as they had to adapt to the changes in their living environment. Even after losing their original form, the silver blood was very
It is quickly fading away, but it also gives them the capital to continue living in the new era.
For example, wrinkles suitable for climbing trees and jumping grew on the feet of the tree elves, and the night elves gained the supernatural ability to be invisible in the shadows. The winter elves who chose to join the devil also got the same black hair as the devil.
Eye.
But one thing to note -
That is, the winter elves are not called winter elves because they were expelled to the north where snow falls all year round, but because these elves were all members of the Winter Fruit Society before they chose to make a deal with the devil.
The purpose of the Winter Fruit Society is to collect, study, and bury. This group of the most literary scholars among the high elves have been constantly searching for various secrets in their almost infinite lives. Unlike the Society of Truth, this group may be the world's most important scholars.
In the purest sense, all scholars want is to study these secrets to satisfy their everlasting curiosity.
Whether it’s ancient poetry, legends, or antiques, everyone is welcome at the Winter Fruit Fair.
What they wanted was just research, but they didn’t want to bring any benefits to themselves or their race. So until the elves split, the elves outside the Dongguo Society didn’t even know what their research had gone into.
degree.
Of course, if they had a general understanding of the secrets held by the winter elves, then the fact that the winter elves did not hesitate to make a deal with the devil would cause them even more immeasurable damage.
When the White Tower collapsed, Roland once asserted that no one could surpass the Winter Elves in the study of history; and no one could surpass the White Tower Wizard in exploring the future. This sentence lasted until Roland came to the world of Farns.
No one can overturn it.
Because of this, the poems of winter elves are called "poems written by secrets" by players, and many players know them by heart. Many players joked that they didn't even pay that much attention to learning.
The next sentence of "Never Return" describes the story of the second appearance of Elamat's crow in people's sight——
It looks toward purgatory in the deep snow, and the smoke rises like a giant's kiln.
It has a compassionate heart and weeps. Thorns sprout from its forehead and form bridges to save many people.
It is worshiped by the living and shouted as king, with thorns as its crown——
Roland had a premonition of this, but he didn't expect that this test would come so quickly.
Therefore, in just a short while, he figured out the reason for his failure.
Maybe he didn't save those innocent people.
The Sleeping Tutor is not only a god who controls plague and death, but also the fields of rebirth, revenge, and forgiveness are part of the Sleeping Tutor.
Roland already had the most basic understanding of Mentor Changmian, and his every move began to be sensed by Mentor Changmian. Roland's successful burning of the city at a very low level obviously attracted the attention of Mentor Changmian, but his subsequent indifferent behavior obviously
It was the long-sleeping mentor who had spent a lot of effort to cross the barrier of Gaia's wall to cast his gaze and was disappointed.
Roland could even guess what kind of story the adult wanted to see——
It is nothing more than causing fires, shouting loudly, and filling people's hearts with despair. When they are about to die, they will confess their past crimes and swear to the sky that they will definitely become a good person in the next life.
At this time, the man who set the fire acted as a savior and rescued the people in the fire. The people who escaped from death were extremely grateful to him and were willing to be loyal to him until death. Then the arsonist followed the instructions and warned people what they should do.
Good people do good deeds - so the city full of sin was reborn in the fire, people were saved and began to do good.
Destruction, disaster, conspiracy, deception, rescue, and a positive tone.
...It's just as deep as ice.
Roland did not approve of this boring and bloody script at all. However, this is what the boss wanted to see. If such a simple story cannot be acted out, how can the boss be assured of handing over the role of acting agent to Roland?
That’s great. If you want to watch it, I’ll play it for you——
With this thought in mind, Roland came to the City of Fortune as a bachelor.
It wasn't that he couldn't find a second sick village - in Caral, there were quite a few towns where the pits in the minds of the townspeople were more than the pits on the road - Roland simply thought that since he wanted to do it, he could
To do your best.
There is nothing that needs saving more than the people in the City of Wealth, and there is nothing that needs saving more than the people in the City of Wealth.
Still the same sentence - if he can't do such a simple thing, how can Roland have the face to be the pope of his dormant mentor? And what courage can he have to face the Twilight Species who are thousands of times more dangerous?
Roland took small bites of the bowl of smoothie in front of him, chatting and laughing with the two mountain nobles.
"So, Sister Helan, are you here to deliver a letter of introduction to your sister?"
Nicole blinked and asked.
"Well, that's right."
Roland nodded and showed a gentle smile: "In the City of Fortune, you can't survive even one night without a letter of introduction. After all, this is the City of Fortune, the most prosperous place for business in the entire Farnes world. If there is no letter of introduction,
If you can live here easily, wouldn’t it mean that all kinds of cats and dogs can come in?”
The two mountain nobles nodded clearly, with empathic expressions on their faces.
This kind of rules can be found everywhere, and it is not difficult to understand. Not to mention that both of them are nobles, and they often see this kind of thing a lot, so it is naturally impossible to be suspicious.
But because of this, they didn't know that this rule existed everywhere, but not in the City of Wealth.
With the extreme chaos here covered with a false shell of order, it is impossible for those who have no skills and are just waiting to try their luck to survive - at least, it is impossible to survive as a human being.
Being caught and forced to sign a mandatory contract, becoming a nightingale or having bloody nails is considered a good thing. People whose souls were deceived by the devil can form a reinforced platoon every day; there are also many undead here.
To settle down, you need fresh corpses to repair your body every once in a while; there may be many dark wizards who need some materials for human experiments, and the witches will also want a quiet, beautifully dressed doll.
Dolls - without spending money to buy Su Ze's dolls that are several times more expensive than human beings.
Even corpses will be turned into gold coins here. In the City of Fortune, nothing cannot be sold - except for body and soul, even corpses after death can be sold for a good price.
Of course, this refers to the situation where you were not deceived into signing a contract full of loopholes, but sold your body at a normal price.
Therefore, the City of Wealth will not prevent anyone from entering at all. Because except for a very small number of people who can survive from here, the result of everyone else entering this place is to be crazily squeezed out of every bit of value, and then all supplied
The very few people at the top of the pyramid.
"Then sister, why don't you ask someone to send you your letter of introduction?"
Niya asked doubtfully.
"Because the name of the person being introduced is not written on these letters of introduction, what if the messenger simply steals them? Although it is not difficult to write them again, these things can be sold for a lot of money in the outside world..."
Get up, who wrote your letter of introduction?"
The black-haired noble lady asked casually.
"Donald," Les stretched out his hand to stop Nia who wanted to speak, and said calmly, "it belongs to Mr. Donald."
"Oh? Silent Wizard Donald? Then you must protect your letter of introduction carefully and don't let anyone steal it."
Heerland was so surprised that Tan's mouth opened slightly, and his tone was full of exclamation: "You know, there are not many wizards in Kalar - wizards from Fararu are even rarer."
Suddenly, a light green light suddenly appeared on Roland's body, and then the light fluctuated suddenly.
The aristocratic young man from Falaro narrowed his eyes, and then winked at Niya.
This kind of aura looks very much like a charm monster. But Les knows that the Druid's communication magic is also an aura of this color.
"Are you here? Well, okay, I'll be there right away."
Watching Miss "Herland" talking to herself, Les and Nia politely shut up and waited for the aristocratic lady who was born in the city of wealth to finish speaking.
"Sorry, I have to leave right away..."
"Let me pay the bill, we have to eat for a while," Les suddenly said, "Sister Hellan, go pick someone up quickly."
"Okay, I'll invite you when I see you next time."
The girl in black clothes nodded, then picked up her suitcase and hurried out.
Just after turning an intersection, Roland stopped.
The anxious expression before also calmed down.
He lifted up his sleeve and found that the letter of introduction inside had disappeared at some point.
"Ha...as expected," a pleasant and malicious smile hung on the corner of Roland's lips, and he said softly, "I'll give this a damn job." For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.