"The oracle of the Supreme One: the splendid scaly light hides the ultimate distortion and filth, and no matter how much the inferior fey tempt with sweet words and exquisite gifts, the faithful of Nieron should return with a sharp blade, otherwise they will surely fall into evil and depravity. Your Majesty, the metaphor of our Lord is clear and unambiguous, and all Thyatians are obliged to follow the will of the Supreme One, and should immediately order the expulsion, or even the execution, of the dragon and his slaves who spy on the forest!"
Only 12 syllables per breath, accent when using salutations and auxiliaries, and use a descending tone for derogatory words ... Even when stating in a tone full of pride and abhorrence, the priest of Nieron still strictly adheres to the linguistic precepts of the Lord of Rituals, speaking impassioned speeches hard and drawn out at length.
Three days have ... Druhiria quite desperate to cover her face, the action of losing royal decorum immediately attracted the wrath of the priests.
Three days ago at midnight, Drusillia and the scouting squad brought back three captive compatriots in the green capital caused a furore. For some reason, Drusilla asked the returning rangers to spread the news of the dragon, with particular emphasis on the "rescue" and "merchants", while the mysterious magic was not circulated. When the temple was informed, the information had become rumors spread to the villages around the green capital.
The Elf Princess and the Elf King had a three-hour negotiation, and finally the Elf King was convinced to agree to a discreet deal with the dragon. The reason for this is not that the Elf King and Drusilla will easily believe in the "goodwill" of Lysatos because of three compatriots, but to miss this opportunity to find other ways to replenish the armament, but it is a gamble of the end of the road.
Surprisingly, in the council of elders, the priests of Nieron opposed very firmly, while the number of elders inclined to the temple accounted for a third of the number of unanimous demand for the expulsion of the dragon. The elders who obeyed the Elven King and the few neutral factions began a long drawn-out negotiation.
In fact, what really makes Drusilla desperate is the efficiency of the council, the Elf King proposed the topic, the pantheon collectively opposed, the elders slow mediation, the Elf King and then initiative, the pantheon and then opposed, the elders ... three whole days are in place, even if it is to veto also dry point ah.
There is no time, the big eye will visit this evening, and the council's decision affects Tia is to go against the grain or Jedi ... Drusilla turned her head to look at her father, eyes full of fervent pleading. The elven king received his beloved daughter's plea for help and stood up with a deep voice interrupting the elders' lengthy discourse: "Gentlemen! We are under the clutches of human forces, if we accept the deal of that giant beast, the possibility of Tyria's demise is half, if we refuse, Tyria's demise is inevitable!"
The elders moved very uneasily, such a blunt statement or persecution made them uncomfortable, usually they would use historical allusions and poetic euphemisms to illustrate in a roundabout way, this impolite ultimatum was rather like the princess who was not versed in the world. In fact, the elders had guessed correctly that these were indeed the original words used by Drusillia to convince the Elven King.
The elders murmured, while the priests grimaced, the dogma of the Lord of Rituals lacking conviction before the tragic and blunt reality.
"Snap."
The tap of the silver cane and the lime rock floor was very soft, but all of a sudden the council hall was silent to the point of a pin drop. The owner of the cane, the temple's "ceremonial prelate", the favorite of Nieron, the spiritual guide of the priests, the high priest of Orpheus straightened up, his cheeks harder than the glauconite and his sharp gaze shocked the audience.
"Your Majesty, instead of questioning my Lord's oracle and speculating on the good and evil of the foreigners, we should ask the three elves who were brought back, who have spent more time with the dragons and should be able to give us answers." The High Priest looked meaningfully at the Elven King, who in turn looked defiantly at Ophasis.
The High Priestess offered a new tangent and then asked for a recess. Drusillia felt the situation was not good, as her father voluntarily averted his gaze in the eye clash with the High Priest.
In the lounge of the side hall, the Elven King said to his daughter's with a bit of dismay, "The topic is not going to pass."
"Why? Wouldn't it be more beneficial for us to have our rescued compatriots testify?"
"The testimony ... is decided by the pantheon, and as soon as the priests took measures against the three witnesses and made them declare the dragon evil and brutal, the public opinion was flipped at once."
Drusilla stared incredulously: "The pantheon would ... persecute fellow clansmen in order to drive away torch mages?"
"Do not think of the pantheon too dirty, persecution is not so much, the priests are best at persuasion and convincing, they always have a way."
"Then what are we waiting for, only yesterday I asked Rameshirai to escort them back to the village, immediately dispatched close guard army to protect them."
The Elf King showed a helpless thought smile: "Liya, you still don't know the High Priest of Orpheus, he can graciously suggest an adjournment, which means the temple guards have already picked up the witnesses. We missed a step and it's too late to remedy the situation."
Two hours later, Drusillia pushed open the council doors in a rage. She felt that the previous 320 years of anger could not add up to more than today, she was angry at her father's inaction, the wavering position of the elders, the inefficiency of the council, and most of all, she hated the temple, which would rather send guards to intercept her fellow citizens than to contribute to the war against the slave catchers.
When Drusillia saw another female elf waiting at the door, part of her anger was replaced by regret. "I'm sorry ... Villette, I failed ...."
Villette is 200 years older than the princess and has a more calm and serene temperament, "It's okay, come on, let's take a walk to the lake, if the priests see me, a commoner, and the princess walking side by side there will be trouble again."
Verity's last sentence tickled Drusilla's anger, and along the way she stated with a complaining tone of voice after. "After the temple picked up the rescued compatriots, father directly abandoned the issue, he said the high priest has lifted the bottom of the card, and further stalemate will cause more discord. Father's code of conduct is always so ... accommodating, if tougher will not allow the temple power to expand to this extent."
Villette sensibly avoided the discussion of the clan king and said, "The pantheon expansion is mainly after the Tia forest was blocked, and the fellow countrymen who have nothing to do are facing the invasion of humans, and are more helpless spiritually, faith has taken advantage of the situation."
"I understand." Drusilla sighed, "And only you can patiently listen to what I have to say, I'm afraid there's no hope for the trade." Violet was not only a close friend of the princess, but was also responsible for one-third of the spice and timber exports, as well as all ore imports in the green capital before the trade embargo. Even the most cunning and greedy dwarf would have difficulty squeezing one more silver coin out of Villette's mouth, and Drusilla had planned to recommend her to trade with Lysatos once the issue passed.
Verity is also lost, once a mall general who made dwarves and humans rage, now she is left to wander among rotting, wormy spices and silks every day. "The salesman named Vlamir will be here in a few hours with the merchandise, what does the council plan to do with it?"
"The Ranger of the City will expel him, but the Temple also sends its guards to participate, and the stereotypical guys should just shoot them. Alas, I wonder which fool Father appointed to be in charge of this."
A voice emerged from behind the two men: "Your Highness, if I were a fool, it would be the most handsome fool in Sarave."
The two men turned, and Rameshirai curtsied. Villette said with displeasure, "Quite a masterful silent step, Ramesile, but did you learn the Ranger arts to eavesdrop on the privacy of ladies?"
"No offense, but I only see one lady, Liya, is there anyone else here?" Said making a show of looking around.
Drusillia interrupted the two before Villette could retaliate with more vitriolic language, "Well, you are both my friends, don't be divided over trivial matters. Rameshirai, did father reproach you for my affairs?"
"Not only did he not, but his Majesty appointed me to lead the Ranger "in response" to the arrival of the dragon's servants." Ramessilae added the accent to the response.
The two ladies exchanged a look. "It seems that father has not completely abandoned the issue, but ... where is the turnaround?"
Verity frowned and said, "There is only one, the merchandise that Vlamir has brought is extremely valuable, so valuable that it will trigger a sensation in the green capital and use the popular outcry to overturn the protests of the temple ... very slim hope."
Druhilya silent, in the deep darkness of the mid-wings do not know where the dawn, bitterness and helplessness haunted her.
Verity smiled and encouraged her friend and said, "Legendary dragons do not all have precious secret treasures, maybe it can be done. When the time comes it will be up to me to bargain with him, and I guarantee that no merchant's change of eyes can hide from me."
"Eyes?" Drusillia and Ramesilai returned odd expressions.
"What? Is Vlamir blind? Or an eyeless monster?"
"No." Ramesile said with a bad smile: "I swear to the king of the clan, that is definitely the most "godly" eyes I have ever seen. "