"A good one."
Alan thought for a moment, and then asked Chuck for his opinion: 'So... Is this a throne?"
Kaka said nothing but nodded his head in confirmation.
"Then what is the circle around which you wrapped the diamond?"
"No." There was a whine in Kaka's voice, which was full of grievance.
"The Shadow Throne?
"Funguses don't like shadows." Mushrooms in the dark have evolved fluorescent functions to protect themselves. Although they have adapted, they naturally do not like dark environments, nor do they like the concept of shadows and dark shadows.
"That... The Wolf carries the throne?" The name was an image, but as soon as Alan said it, he saw the problem: collusion... There's a name collision.
Sure enough, the name was rejected by Kaka: "Not pretty."
"The Throne of Steel? Alan pondered for a moment that the name of the four Mimyl bars behind the central throne, which had been straightened by Kaka so much as to resemble the claws of a claw, was an image.
This time Kaka did not speak for a long time to express his satisfaction with the name. So Alan asked again, 'Is that what it's called?'
Chuck was still silent, and they reached an agreement on the subject. Next thing you know, Alan's gonna be out of here, not just this safe house, but Sarky.
The staff was finally done, and Alan should be on his way to the next place. Before that, there was one last thing he needed to do.
Alan cradled Chuck in one arm, tucked the wand into a storage bracelet in the other, and then went back to the table, slowly gathering up the remaining materials. Though he had never promised Moros, Alan might as well leave it to him as he would not need it on the road. Although the material was still valuable, Alan took great care of friends like Moros.
...
Paggio's forge.
It was midnight when Alan left the safe house, an hour when it was obviously impossible to hire a carriage in such a remote place, and he hastened home on foot with his windboots. Alan worked on the staff for almost three days, and when Alan re-entered Saki, he found Yorkland Nationalist posters everywhere. Security in Saki was getting worse, and he didn't want to stay in an unsafe place for long, so it was better to leave as soon as possible. 'thought Alan.
The safe house belonged to Captain Nova, and Alan could not tell Moros where it was, so the Arcane had to pack up the rest of his materials, put them in his locker bracelet, and send them to Moros.
It was not cold in Saki in the middle of the night, and even the wind blowing head-on was carrying a heat wave. Kaka, tired of crying and knowing that the wand had taken too much of his energy, fell asleep in Alan's robes, regardless of the comfort. Afraid that Chuck would not be able to hold on to him, Alan held him up with one hand below to keep Chuck from falling.
"Moros open up and do business!" Alan patted the forge, the locked door, by which time Moros was usually asleep. But Alan wouldn't care, and the way things were going between the two of them, even if Moros was woken up by Alan, probably swearing, the whole thing would be over.
For a long time there was no response. Alan, feeling a little impatient and afraid to raise his voice too loudly for fear of waking Chuck, banged on the door. 'Mros, open the door!'
While Alan was waiting impatiently, something rustled at last. Then came a strong male voice: "The boss is asleep, what happens tomorrow!"
It was clearly not Moros's voice. The blacksmith's voice was not so rich, and there was a lightness in its tone. But the voice belonged to a middle-aged man who called Moros "boss." In all the time he had been with Moros, he had never heard of a blacksmith's helper; Moros had done everything himself. And he walked relatively close, also only that ruffian "cockroach", but "cockroach" is obviously not this voice! Being woken up in the middle of the night, normal people are afraid to be furious, but this person's voice is still so stable, it is abnormal!
"You are... The man in the shop?" 'Alan ventured.
"Yes, the boss has gone to bed. Come back tomorrow!"
Hearing the words, Alan hesitated for a moment. "I'll come back in the morning," he said. "You tell Moros to get his materials ready!" Then he turned and walked away across the street corner. Alan woke up with two or three taps, ignoring that Chuck had been asleep for a long time. The sleepy little fellow poked his head out of his arms and looked sleepily at Alan, not knowing what had happened.
"Kaka, give me a soft nail! Something has happened to Moros!"
...
"Sir, I think he's gone!" "Reported the soldier, who had been leaning over the door, when nothing happened outside.
The soldier outside nodded, knocked on the door with a secret code, and sent the message inside. In the forge, the Windows and doors were nailed shut, so that no sound could be heard, and the blacksmith was tied to a chair behind his back, and his mouth was stuffed, so that he could not make a sound!
Opposite the blacksmith stood a hammer-wielding warrior clad in silver armor, with a few glimmers of Arcane runes on it. No doubt this was an Arwur! The Silver-armored and the men around him spoke to each other in Sylvanian, leaving Moros out of the way for a long time. Then he turned and said in common, "Mr. Moros, have you thought this through?"
Moros glanced at him, unable to move, not wanting to speak at all. Moros could hear some of Alan's shouts, though it was difficult for the sounds from outside to reach inside. Especially the last phrase, "Get the materials ready," which instantly roused the bound blacksmith. Alan's materials have already been given to him. What else is needed? This is clearly for Moros to get himself ready!
"Mr. Moros," the Hammerman began to add, when the blacksmith was unmoved, "we really need your help! The equipment you provided helped us so much that we almost reached the gates of Parliament!"
"That's Nova's for you. It's nothing to do with me." Moros hurried to draw the line. They were none other than Yorkland rebels who had fled to the Saki Islands! And they got their information from some unknown source, that Moros was the producer of the equipment they got last time, and they were caught off guard, trying to kidnap Moros!
What's more, the battle sent out is simply stirring up the whole army. With the heavy hammer and silver armor in front of him, he is a real warrior! The strength of the strong, just four or five face, with broken magic dagger Moros uniform!
These Yorklanders are going to win! Fortunately, they have not yet found the entrance to the basement of Moros, so they can not find the alchemist used on Moros, just kidnap an alchemist, without an alchemist device, is useless.
When the hammer saw Moros speak at last, he smiled and said, with great grace, "What's the difference? They did give them to us, but you made them. Mr. Moros, the man asked if you had the materials ready? The alchemy business, you should still be in it. That was a lie, wasn't it? What difference does it make, then, by whom?"
Moros looked at the custom-made silver armor before him, with a different accent than usual, and asked, "Noble?"
"No, I'm just a former scholar." Silver Plate smiled politely. "Alfonso Geralt, of the Geralt clan of Yorkland."
"I didn't realize that there were nobles to help with this rebellion. But you are living a good life. Why are you rebelling?" Moros had thought that the rebellion was the work of a group of lower and middle class Yorkland nationalists, but there was a lot of support among them. The Yorklands were actually aristocrats, but Yorkland was a parliamentary state and the concept of aristocrats had long been lost.
"The intellectuals not only have interests in their eyes, but also faith. Like you, Moros, though you have been concealing your phrasing distinctions, have you been deliberately correcting them, I suppose?" They looked at each other for a moment, then slid away quickly. Alfonso went on. "There are many Arcane Arteurs in the Geralt family, they know the language better, they have taught me some, I can recognize it. The Arcane Arcane of the Clan will be coming to Saki soon after finishing their business. You will be safe if you join us. We have a lot of talent at our base. Sir, it is not only the Party that needs you, but we Geralt family too! '
Just listening to Alfonso's language, in which the desire to seek talent, has been full of overflow, if a person would have agreed. But Moros is not willing to do this, and the Yorkland Nationalist Party in the past, he left a very low-end, domineering impression, fearing that a number of recent abductions of special talent, is the group, so naturally refused.
When persuasion failed again, Alfonso was not angry. A soldier who was rummaging through a suitcase ran up to Alfonso and whispered something in his ear. Alfonso smiled and said to Moros, "Don't think about it, Mr. Moros. We've found your basement, and we'll send your gear to us with you later. Please rest assured, no one can find you, you will be very safe."
Afonso spoke calmly, but his soldiers did not stop for a moment. I figured out where the secret door was, and with a couple of clicks, it brought down half a metre of wall, exposing the basement of Moros that Alan had accidentally touched!
"This is your safe room, Mr. Moros. We'll get everything out of it soon." Alfonso's tone, though soft, was tinged with inviolability. Soon all the contents of the vault were brought to the surface by Yorkland soldiers, including Moros's long-cherished blank sword!
A bead of sweat rose from the top of Moros's head, the only thing that might give him away.
Fortunately, Alfonso did not look closely, but waved his hand and ordered the people around him: "Be gentle, take them all, let's go back."
It's a little bit lighter, but it's a lot of stuff that's not easy to move, and it's going to make some noise. But the Yorklanders were so quick that the sentry opened the door, and the men inside threw things at the wagons. It only took a few minutes to load up the car with all the stuff from the basement.