The spirit-sucking monster went to "recharge" the spirit-crystal servant, the last time throwing tens of thousands of tons of mage towers and mountain rocks into the timeline, depleting the spirit capacity stored in the spirit-crystal servant. And Lysatos had other things to do, he waited at the half-dimensional gate river bank, in elven form, not only to hide the scales broken by Nieron, but also because of guilt.
The falcon opened her contrastingly curved feathers of pale white with light black accents, her obsidian eyes contracted a bit, her body tilted toward the river bank, and although her steering was not yet smooth in its use of air currents, if anyone knew that only two days ago she had escaped from the gravitational pull of the earth to soar into the sky, their jaws would have dropped.
She swooped at a 25-degree angle, slowed to a full feather near the ground, and then began to change in mid-air, her feathers contracting, her beak softening, her sharp toe claws stretching into bowed feet, the change completed just in time to land lightly. Lysatos could not help but sigh, war is really the best catalyst for progress.
Drusillia came slowly, without any grooming, and dried blood scabs could still be seen in the cracks of the combat leather outfit that had not been wiped clean. The look is like a flame covered with a hard iceberg, burning under indifference. She just walked, step by step, calmly.
Lysatos would have preferred her to exaggerate the flinging of shoulders, tears like broken pearls spilled, running wildly on him to cry suffering.
Unfortunately, and fortunately, Drusillia bowed her head solemnly, focused and dignified. "Torchflame Mage." Simple salutation, no tears and crying, voice heavy in revealing the huskiness of exhaustion.
Seeing the student's metamorphosis, Lysatos instead relieved a bit, experiencing so much change and pain if still crying and crying, then the future is the cruelest. "Come in." No matter how complicated it is inside, centuries of cultivation and mage career are not enough to expose emotions, Golden Dragon responded lightly and let the elf in.
The parlor. Lysatos said, "I am sorry for the Green Capital as well as the Elven King." He did not pretend to ask in shock what was going on to show his innocence, and then let the person in question turn the painful memories over to sprinkle salt, that was too shameless.
Instead, the princess herself spoke up first: "The assassination ... of my father was not unanticipated, and although he always asked me to speculate on my fellow countrymen with better inclinations, the preparations made were thorough. I learned from the surviving royal close guard from the mouth, the temple's movement was first discovered, and then my father observed it, using the All-Seeing Man crystal disk."
The princess's eyes fluttered slightly and her lips quivered as Lysatos poured her a cup of nerve-soothing herbal tea.
"Thank you." She continued, "I think he must have been heartbroken when he saw through the crystal disk the sharp blade and poison ready to end his life, and hundreds of years of hard work to end up like this, and not even an impeachment by the Council of Elders!"
"I bet the Elven King wasn't stupid enough to wait for the priests to beat on his door."
Drusilla straightened her back and said with a little pride: "He is after all my father, the king of the elves of Tyria. Although his style is on the softer side, he is not foolish at all. He took the initiative and laid traps to wait for the assassins, and on the other hand informed the Protector Rangers to prepare to surround the temple after the rebellion started. He was brave enough to use himself as bait to capture all the assassins alive."
Lysatos nodded in the affirmative, a month ago the royal family secretly purchased a number of magic supplies, including a dozen automatically triggered by the attack of the [mage armor] storage ring, [protective arrow] brooch and fast-acting antidote, as well as a variety of enchanted arrows. It was easy to capture a few elves alive with these.
The princess took a deep breath and let the weakness in her tone recede. "Father anticipated the assassination and solved it, but did not expect it to be just a prelude to the madness. The Temple's fellow fanatics launched attacks on vital facilities and command hubs, strapping flammable objects to their bodies and setting the palace gates and themselves on fire at the same time. While the rangers were busy putting out the fire, thousands of believers who had drunk powerful hallucinogenic potions poured out of the temple, going crazy and wreaking havoc. Priests and guards interspersed, setting fires and killing ... Why?"
Lysatos said after a moment's deliberation, "The madness before the demise, I think."
"Perhaps. But I will find the answer myself, with blood and fire!" Drusillia clenched her fists. "The chaos lasted for two days, and when I rushed back to the Green Capital, Hora joined in with the unicorns to quell it and undo the effects of the hallucinogenic drugs, but half of the Green Capital was gone. The Rangers fought a fierce battle in the ruins, and the Temple forces are now all contracted and defended. My army has surrounded them, I come to see you before the general attack."
...
Lysatos knew what silence meant, originally with his position and status as a merchant, he did not need to make an explanation, but since the decision was made in the first place to take responsibility.
"Fifteen days ago, I fought with the Lord of Rituals and am recuperating these days." Lysatos truthfully, lying does not make much sense, not to mention that concealing part of it and revealing part of it works better.
"The molten mountain range?"
"Yes."
Drusillia is like throwing away a big stone, the line that has been tensed at the corner of the eye since entering the door stretched. It turned out to be Nieron's plot from the beginning, luring away the torch mage, triggering the flood, raiding and assassinating ... a coherent story line formed in the elf's head, and as for the parts that didn't make sense, they were automatically ignored or blurred over.
People - not only humans, including most emotional creatures, always after the emotions feel suspicious, reason will go looking for evidence, and vice versa subconsciously excused. This was the experience of Ila Douni when he said to the golden dragon in Athas, and Lysatos thought deeply of it.
All the princess needed was a reason, even if it was false, "can not save" is ten times better than "not to save". Now she got, than expected better and more suitable reason. For a moment, the spirit of revenge was high.
She pulled out a small pouch, which was in fact much heavier than it looked. "This is the sublime pouch used by the royal family to buy equipment, and inside is the equivalent of 500,000 gold coins of various gems. The mob is going around destroying but no one is interested in the vault, this is probably the most incorruptible riot in Saraph." Drusillia smiled sarcastically, but without the original meaning of this expression.
Lysatos took the secondary pouch and said, "When you leave, it will be replaced with a 100% weight-free secondary pouch, and Flamir will fill it up with the various magical goods you need."
The princess was about to speak when Lysatos waved his hand to stop it. "You come with me."
Seeing the Seed of Sivanas for the second time, Drusillia was in the mindset of a pilgrimage. Only a true druid can feel the magnificent world contained in the small acorn, where thousands and thousands of lives grow and reincarnate, living and dying, more shocking and cohesive than the natural will of Saraph. Just a glimpse, she hurriedly lowered her head, soothing the heart of the resounding resonance, this is something that mortals can have? She had looked forward to touching the Seed of Sivanas many times, but at this point she retreated instead.
"It makes me feel small and humble." Drusillia paused.
"You are not yet strong enough to carry it and need a medium. Go inside and find a plant of your choice to serve as a bridge of communication."
Obeying the instruction, Drusillia bowed reverently to the acorn and stepped into the room filled with countless plants. She was careful to find a footing in the crevices of the roots and vines, not daring to desecrate these plants tainted with divinity. It took a lot of effort to take a few steps forward, and the more she walked, the more she struggled, and soon the grass was so dense that there was no place to put the tips of her shoes. She turned back to find that the way was blocked, and she was trapped in a foot-square prison of grass and trees.
They won't let me in, Drusillia realized.
She thought back to Lysatos' teachings and immediately realized her mistake, striding out and trampling the ivy to the point of sap, which, oddly enough, made the path smoother and smoother. Druids do not deliberately destroy the grass, nor do they avoid it for fear of stepping on it. The broken stems of the grass prompt them to grow tougher limbs. Nature's servant is not a gardener, and it is stifling to overprotect nature by letting it hide in a dense flower chamber sheltered from the wind and rain.
The gorgeous roses trailing their spiky tails greeted Druhiria, who declined; the ginkgoes shook off their fan-shaped leaves, and Druhiria shook her head, which was not what she wanted either. Until she saw the yagi, her soul stirred. Is there anything more symbolic of the elves than the national wood of Tyria? It was tall and upright, with a gorgeous grain, and as long-lived as the elves.
Stroking the hard bark, Drusilla opened herself up ...
Lysatos waited for a while in the outer room, and his student came out with a branch that was still changing and growing. The staff was as tall as Drusillia, the lime green texture extending in a downward swirl, the tip curving into the shape of a question mark.
"It doesn't look too bad."
"Yes, a generous boon." Drusillia looked back at the Seed of Sifanas.
"Unlimited daily use of [Water Creation Technique] [Entanglement Technique] [Calming Animal]."
"Three times daily [Summon Lightning Spell] [Wind Wall Spell]"
"Twice daily [Heal Serious Wounds]"
"Once a day [Domain of Thunder]"
"Also treated as having +2 rank, and only in your hands light as a feather, take it to knock people absolutely better than the war hammer effect."
Lesatos thought about it and pulled out a large raw sapphire stone, the uncarved ore was placed in the center of the question mark and was wrapped in a dozen tiny vines.
"This, consider it my closing gift, although there are still many lessons left to complete, but the most important you have learned."
Drusillia whispered, "Thank you ... teacher."
"Go on, Liya." Lysatos said, "Vladimir is waiting for you at the door, let go and do what you want. All I can promise is that the Lord of Rituals will never be a hindrance to you."