A round table with two seats stands out in the open plain.
Lysatos quietly out of mind, waiting for the other seat of the adventurer. In a state of mind that is not deliberately restrained, a faint dragon power flowed out, and the busy mushroom people nearby went around.
These mushroom-shaped creatures with arms and legs are a very special underground race, they do not speak, quiet, shy, sensitive to think, in planting is a good hand. The cold snap not long ago had reduced crop yields on the demiplane so badly that Vlamir simply summoned a whole clan of mushrooms, and adjusted the demiplane light for this purpose.
Plan, the extension of reason; goodness, the choice of sensibility. The contradiction of the two clashed repeatedly in the mind of Lysatos, who thought he had been hard-hearted when he branded his true name on the contract of Asmodeus. But every day that he stopped in the forest of Tyria, conscience and hatred tormented him, especially when he saw the maiden.
Drusillia lightly through the low grass, the light on the flawless skin is very soft. With long hair flowing, Lysatos' vision overlapped with the effects of memory. It was also a youthful spirit, although compared with the princess, the two are in a different situation. But that kind of as if struggling out of the mud puddle of lotus-like temperament, the struggle against fate, passionate and high, are no different.
McRosa ...
Lysatos gathered scattered is thinking, put back on the smile mask. "Princess Liya, please come and sit over here."
Druhilya approached happily, as if attending a fun outing. "Torch Mage, I found the gate that turned into a tree cave on the side of the store, and after going through it, there is actually a vast plain, give me a surprise. Just now a little walking red-headed mushroom passed by me, we looked at each other for a while, then it barley ran away, the illusion here is really spiritual."
A genuine smile crept up to the corners of his mouth, and Lesatos wondered why his mental defenses were removed so quickly. "The illusion background is only in the store, here all you see is real."
The young girl was taken aback: "So where is this? Not in Sarave?"
"My realm, a small personal territory."
"You are very modest, just the area of the plain I have seen is very impressive, Lord Torchfire."
"Come and try this, my hometown's special molten light leaf, grown in an environment full of positive energy, drinking it is good for your health." Princess Lysatos poured a cup of thick golden liquid.
Drusillia picked up the silver cup to take a small sip and said with some hesitation, "Torch Mage, about the recent statement made by the temple ..."
"That trinity, I heard it from the mouth of Vlamir. Your High Priest is a wise man."
Not our "high priest", the princess did not say that out loud. "What do you think of his arguments?" She asked politely.
"You want to know if the gods exist or not."
"Indeed. I'm confused, if He is real, then why hasn't He sent down heavenly wrath to punish the most hated humans? Also, do elves really enter the kingdom of God when they die, many of them are non-believers in Nier ..."
"Shhh." Lysatos index finger pressed to the lips. "If you were born in Ferrum, that first section of religious knowledge is what tells you not to call gods by their names unprotected, especially unfriendly ones. Beings with divinity can hear the conversation behind the name, demigods only have a few words, and powerful gods can insight entire conversations."
Drusilla's face blanched, the golden dragon's answer not only affirmed the existence of Nieron, but also such a powerful ability.
"Don't be nervous, most of the gods won't send down punishment for your bad words to him, because they are really too busy. Gods are life forms on a different level than we are, and they also thrive and decline, and they are subject to many constraints on the material plane. And that Lord of Rituals is in a special condition, and can only influence the present world through the believers on earth."
"What about the souls?" Drusillia was most nervous about this, it would be terrible to have to suffer torture after death.
"The gods and goddesses scare people with lies, only the souls who believe in that god will enter the kingdom of God, other souls will go where they should go."
The elven girl breathed a huge sigh of relief, as for where her soul would go, she didn't want to ask.
"The last Divine Nativity was one of your encounters with the Lord of Rituals was it?"
Lysatos acquiesced with a smile, he didn't want to go too deep, Drusillia wasn't strong enough to carry the more hidden information.
"Princess Ria, you came non-intended to learn about theology, right?"
"Ah." Druhiria just remembered the original intention, she squirmed, "I plan to launch an attack on the human fortress, single-handedly, so ... hope you provide some advice."
"Isn't the one who came with you a good advice-giver? Hora speaks highly of that Ranger."
"Ramesile ... would not agree, and I would not wish to put him at that risk."
Lysatos added a cup of tea to the young girl, then leaned back and said, "Let me tell you a story, if you don't mind my chatter."
"I'm all ears."
"Once, I took in an apprentice, a female elf, in a material plane full of rolling hot yellow sand."
The beginning of the story made Drusillia's eyes sparkle and she had quite a few thoughts.
"She was not so elegant as the princess, a rough, windy and wild. Impatient with the complex theory of spells, I sent down a practical trial, using spells to capture a beast alive. She went confidently, only to return the next day in disgrace. She failed, while all the other apprentices completed the trial. The next day she went again, and guess what the result was."
Drusillia leaned forward, she was very vicarious. "My guess is that the lesson was learned and the tactics were reordered to bring all the magical equipment to tackle the beast."
"Haha, the result was right, the process was much worse. She actually pulled all the apprentices as helpers without my knowledge. Afterwards I reprimanded when I still cheerfully replied: 'Your test is spells and wisdom, whether you can use others to help is originally part of wisdom. Although those apprentices and I are competitors, I use the gold to meet the greedy, the sharp edge to threaten the weak, for the true feelings of the people, back to the blood and loyalty. A fool who thinks he can do anything and rejects his fellow travelers will only rot under the yellow sand, which is the wisdom of the elven tribe to survive.'"
The story was told, short and profound. The two sipped their tea in silence, each thinking about something.
After a long time, Drusilla put down her teacup: "You have a wise apprentice, I know what to do. By the way, what happened to the elf?"
"Survival wisdom is right, but not used in the right place, I punished her to release the beast to catch one more time themselves."
"Oh, it's a pleasure to learn something every time I talk to you."
"Believe me, you learned something I am more happy than you."
...
Returning the same way, Drusilla stepped on the flower plate, the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Her own abilities were limited, and she would inevitably need more helpers to enter the private sphere in the future. If even Rameshirai can not convince how else to deal with the temple.
Raising his eyes, Drusillia was astonished. The ranger captain crouched on the ground with a face full of pain, and Vlamir held a strange short bow inlaid with topazes and broken diamonds, with wood as the main body.
"What's going on? What have you done to him?"
Vlamir said exuberantly, "Your Highness is back, I am introducing the goods for Rameshirai, let me tell you again."
"Oh ... don't." Ramesilei's weak protest was drowned out by a series of quick words.
"[Etched Bone Ambition]! +4 Enchanted Acid Blast Short Bow. This weapon, overflowing with intense magical aura, is the ultimate dream equipment for all rangers! Any bow shot by it is treated as a +4 weapon with amazing destructive power. The polymagic topaz on it provides infinite acid energy arrows, infinite! Enough to corrode any metal defense in 3 seconds, powerful enough to take the city gates all by itself."
Drusillia looked at Flamir with some fear, the magic eyes seemed to be triggered by some kind of attribute, the big eyeballs bursting with blood, the look of pugnacity, spittle flying.
"What are you waiting for! With it, from now on the number of shots is no longer limited by the narrow arrow capsule; with it, just pull the bowstring acid arrows automatically on, saving one-third of the shooting preparation time; with it, no longer need to consider the wind deflection, only affected by gravity energy arrows can be in a straight line in the raging hurricane. Erosion of ambition, the road marker to the hall of heroes, the bottom card to determine victory or defeat on the battlefield, the myth revered by thousands of idols!"
Passionate slogans echoed in the store, Flamir took a handkerchief out of his mouth to wipe his sweat, it has been a long time since the fire was in full swing.
The elven princess was dazzled, a bow with unlimited arrows, in Saraf is simply a divine weapon extolled in the epic. Acid effect she does not quite understand, but +1 enchantment power deep experience, this +4 ... Drusilla that belongs to the ranger's heart thumping, have this, strong attack on the human fortress also work.
The princess pointed to the more painful ranger asked, "And he?"
"Oh, I missed a line." Vlamir put away the handkerchief, readjusted, and roared hysterically: "Only 198,000! Only 198,000! The artifact set to take home!"