Walking out of the Governor's Mansion, Todd looked up at the dazzling sunlight above his head and was speechless for a long time.
Mairis patted his shoulder and said softly: "Go back."
Todd whispered to Myris: "Saladin's life has come to an end. Do you know this?"
Miles hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"His heart was beating fast and slow, and multiple organs in his body began to fail. It didn't sound like he was sick..." There was suppressed anger in Todd's voice: "...more like poisoning."
Mairis knew the metaphor in the other party's words: "Saladin was indeed poisoned by chronic poison, a very rare mushroom extract. Taking a small amount can calm the mind and relax, but if used for many years, it will cause the body to...
Gradually collapse. But...this matter has nothing to do with me."
"Who did that?"
"Presbyterian, Eleanor."
Mairis shook his head helplessly: "There was an alliance between the Empire and the Presbyterian Church for a period of time. The Empire provided supplies and protection to the Presbyterian Church in exchange for the latter's intelligence and supernatural support."
"But the good times did not last long. As the empire's territory grew larger, the ambitions of the Presbyterian Church also expanded. The latter extended its tentacles to Saladin's most sensitive area-religion. Eleanor ignored the empire's prohibition.
He began to actively preach, recruit believers, and repeatedly expanded the military strength and equipment of the Mother Goddess's followers."
"Faced with this situation, Saladin, a devout believer, finally burst into anger. He ordered the destruction of the altar of the Mother Goddess, the arrest of the followers of the cult, and the recovery of the occupied land. The covenant between the Empire and the Council of Elders officially ended
, the relationship between the two took a turn for the worse and fell to a freezing point."
"As the Mother Goddess, Eleanor clearly understands that as long as Saladin survives in the world, she will never be able to succeed. In other words, a unified empire will be a disaster for her. Therefore, she
We used the most common and most effective method used by aliens - poisoning."
Todd closed his eyes and sighed softly: "I used my clairvoyance ability to see that Saladin's body has reached the point of exhaustion, and this country will soon usher in chaos."
Todd opened his eyes, looked at Miles and asked, "So, what's going on with the throat bone?"
Mairis's gray eyes trembled slightly, and his whole body trembled slightly as if he had heard bad news.
"I believe you already know some things. Throatbone killed his adoptive father Theodore. After that, he took away all the experimental equipment and personnel of the Relief Society. With Theodore's alien technology, he took refuge in the Salvation Army.
Latin began to carry out his experiments with the protection of the empire..."
Todd interrupted Myris: "Experiment? What experiment?"
The old man replied: "Those...things you saw in Watchfort and Northstone Fortress."
Todd was stunned: "Successor of the Undead?"
"It's not just the successor of the undead, Throatbone is planning some bigger things..." Every time the name Throatbone is mentioned, a hint of fear always flashes in Myris's expression: "Sorry, Todd...I
I can’t say any more.”
Todd stared at the old man and slowed down his speech: "Master Miles, you are my first master. I respect you. If Throat Bone threatens you in any way, I will ensure your safety at any cost.
"
Melis shook his head vigorously: "Todd, you don't understand, you don't understand! Marcos, my only son, his soul is imprisoned, if I don't do what the throat bone says... In short, my business
Don't worry about it and get out of here as soon as possible!"
Todd wanted to persuade Miles again, but unexpectedly the old man shut his mouth and chose to turn around and leave.
The disappointed Todd had no choice but to return to the Alien Association's tavern.
Seeing his return, Rachel, who was waiting anxiously, hurriedly greeted him: "Why did it take you so long to come back? I thought something happened to you!"
Todd sat down on the chair slumped, with depression written all over his face.
Rachel sat next to him, looked at his expression, and asked tentatively: "What? You didn't see Miles?"
"No, I saw him. Besides him, I also saw an unexpected person."
"who?"
"Saladin."
Rachel took a breath: "Why is he in Anunda City?"
Todd shrugged and told Rachel the conversation with Saladin and his observations.
"You mean, Saladin is going to die?" Rachel said in disbelief: "Saladin, who is known as the agent of Allah and the immortal god of war, is terminally ill and incurable?"
After thinking for a moment, Rachel said: "However, this sounds very much like Eleanor's style of doing things. It is better to destroy people and things that cannot be controlled than to let them go. Moreover, once the empire collapses, it will be left to the Mother Goddess.
Teach more opportunities for development.”
Finding that Todd was still in a bad mood, Rachel said: "Saladin's death will do more good than harm to Muxi City and Froststone City. You should be happy."
"I understand..." Todd said with a solemn face: "But after talking to Saladin today, I don't know why, watching such a king slowly die, there is always an uncontrollable depression in my heart."
Rachel said thoughtfully: "I can probably understand, maybe this is the sympathy between heroes..."
"Myris said something about the throat bone..."
Todd repeated the old man's original words, and Rachel frowned as she listened.
"After Theodore's death, all his research materials and equipment, as well as the entire technical staff of the Relief Society, disappeared completely. If the throat bone took away all of this, then many things can be explained.
But the question is, what exactly is the throat bone planning to do..."
Rachel held her chin with one hand and recalled: "Theodore and Eliade are partners in the Jade Alliance and comrades in the Alien Association. They are both studying the technology of resurrecting the dead. Therefore, most of them
They all share the research notes and experimental equipment. Since Throat Bone has taken away Theodore’s things, that means..."
Rachel began to count them one by one with her fingers: "He should have a series of technologies and notes such as resurrection of the dead, Sutherland bacteria, absolute will, and beacon towers."
Todd reminded Rachel with a wry smile: "You have forgotten something important..."
"What?"
"Throatbone may well have a tyrant in its hands."
In the evening two days later, on the plank road at Anuda Port.
Todd looked at Miles who came to see him off, and was filled with emotion for a moment: "Master, please forgive me for being stubborn, but I still want to persuade you once again to come with me. When I get to Muxi City, I can use everything I have.
Strength helps you get out of trouble."
The fierce sea breeze blew Melis's broad gray robe, and his withered body like a wooden pile swayed gently in the wind.
The old man shook his head and said to Todd: "It is easy to fall from heaven to hell, but it is an impossible dream to climb from hell to heaven. Todd, don't worry about me, a dying old man.
, protect everything you cherish and always follow the light of God.”
Miles made the sign of the cross on his chest, then took out a book from his arms and handed it to Todd.
"What's this?"
Myris said to Todd: "Over the years, Saladin and I have been discussing some academic topics and philosophical ideas. I know that you are very interested in statecraft, so I spent the night copying some of Saladin's remarks about the art of kings and
I have excerpted and sorted it out. Take it back and have a look. From this, you may be able to find the answer to your question."
Todd looked at the old man in surprise and subconsciously took the book.
Myris patted Todd's arm, and his words were a bit sentimental and a bit gratifying: "Todd, you are the smartest and wisest student I have ever taught. I have always felt guilty that I couldn't
I taught more things and left you without saying goodbye. Although I am not a competent teacher, I hope you can become a great monarch..."