Lord of Arcane

Chapter 336

In order for the pioneering movement to proceed smoothly and set off a wave of pioneering that swept the entire empire, what Shia needs to pay is not just a little bit, but continuous investment.

Operating the sub-plane is a long-term plan. She can't wait that long, and handing over the green field plane to Gustav was originally in her plan.

Sending it in advance now is nothing more than offsetting the favor owed by the teacher, but there is nothing less that the other party should pay.

Otherwise, how could it be worth a livable subplane just to solve the matter of Doleson!
This is also a tacit understanding between the seven towers that has lasted for hundreds of years.

Watching the teacher leave, Shia turned and walked to the inner room - a secret room that has been sealed by various powerful spells, and the furnishings here are extremely simple.

Except for an elf-style armchair, there is only an altar that looks unfinished. There is a statue on the altar, which is somewhat similar to Shia upon closer inspection.

How to reach the realm of gods is what Shia has been thinking about. There is no detailed theory in the elf's ascension plan, but Shia has some understanding since the plan was implemented.

Sitting down on the armchair, a thought flashed through Shia's mind, the elves would still enjoy it!
But this thought was quickly thrown out of her mind. Looking at her own statue on the altar, Shia closed her eyes and meditated, carefully realizing that this was not the process of ascension given by the elves.

But Shia thinks this is very important for her to understand the source of God.

She never believed that the elves were so kind. There must be some kind of trap in the Ascension Ceremony, but she was only limited by her knowledge, and she couldn't detect it yet, so she had to be careful.

……

Just when Shia was trying to re-understand the Ascension Ceremony, a major event happened in Comanthor far in the east.

In the Stardew Courtyard, the layout seems to be holding a banquet, but all the elves attending the banquet have turned into corpses.

There are no wounds on their elves, and their expressions seem to be enjoying themselves, and even their movements still maintain the posture of the moment of death.

Either stand, or sit, or raise your hand to grab fruit from the floating fruit plate, or turn sideways to your relatives and friends, with your lips slightly open.

But his eyes had lost all their luster.

The only one, the only one left, his eyes were full of resentment, despair, and incomprehension, and his fingers on the table kept shaking, not only because of anger, but also because of fear.

He wanted to point to the graceful female elf in the corner of the courtyard, but he couldn't lift it up.

"Wilanthor, do you really want to be so unfeeling?" Orlando's lips moved, and he uttered these words for a long time.

But what he said didn't move Vilancer in the slightest. She pointed at her casually, and another Vilancer appeared out of thin air.

It's just that her temperament was cold before, but the face of this one who appeared later has a hint of charm.

Orlando was stunned. Isn't this the high mage Veranthor who he thought he had subdued?how--

At this moment, he couldn't restrain the anger in his heart anymore, pointed at the first Veranthur, "You, you—"

"Imasca's custom-made anthropomorphic puppet, even I had a hard time getting a chance. Now, Orlando, make your choice!"

"I, I—" Orlando was at a loss for words for a while, and he finally understood why Roland's great-grandfather kept him away from Veranthir. The high mage was not something he could control.

Indeed, he can't even distinguish between a real person and a puppet, so how can he control it!
In an instant, he also understood a lot of things, maybe it wasn't him controlling the other party at all, but the other party controlled him, maybe he fell into the trap early on.

Stardew scepter?
Thinking of this, Orlando actually complained to his great-grandfather Lauren, why didn't he send back the complete Stardew Scepter?
Or, why not open the half-plane secret room where the family treasure is hidden for him?

And those ancestors before, why set the half-plane secret room to require a key, and at the same time have to have strong power at the same time?
Although rationality told him that this was because the protection and sealing power of the half-plane secret room was very strong, but this kind of resentment caused by despair had already dominated his thinking.

But the resentment reached the limit, and even the fear dissipated a lot. Looking at the body of Veranthor, who had no mood swings at all, Orlando fell into resentment towards Veranthier again.

Taking a deep breath, Orlando forced himself to calm down, frantically calculating in his mind how to keep the family going.

"We Lancer, let's make a deal!"

"You are not qualified to trade with me!" Veranthor resolutely refused, "Hand over the plane key! Otherwise, death here is just the beginning, you know I can do it!"

"No, I'm qualified!" Orlando smiled miserably, and pointed to his head, "As long as I die, you will never get the plane key."

The plane key is not a specific item, but just a piece of information. Without this unique key, even a high-ranking mage would not be able to find a demiplane secret room with a powerful seal.

And when Orlando knew that the incomplete Stardew Scepter could not open the half-plane chamber, he decisively destroyed the scepter itself.

And when Veranthor found it, he tried to cover it up with the destruction of the scepter, and the corpses all over the courtyard had witnessed his failure.

It's just that he has one last resort.

Seeing the flames of holy power gradually burning on Orlando's body, Veranthor frowned. She didn't expect Orlando to be the priest of the main god.

With her status as a senior mage, she naturally doesn't worry that she will hate the main god because of killing a few priests. In a sense, she and the main god are actually equal.

But a priest who is good at magic wants to destroy his soul, but she has no way to stop it, unless she can reach an agreement with the main god to deprive Orlando of his holy power, which is almost impossible.

"Tell me your conditions, but you have to know that at most I won't get the plane key, but you will lose everything!"

"I know!"

Even though he had obtained some right to speak by suicide, Orlando did not get carried away with it. He knew very well that the existence opposite him, who might no longer be called a mortal, would not let him be too presumptuous.

"I need to let the Xinglu family continue to exist!"

"It's impossible!" Veranthor showed a hint of sarcasm, "All spellcasters must die. This is the bottom line. Change the condition!"

Orlando's face turned pale. If all the spellcasters died, what would be left of the Xinglu family, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely removed.

He hated both Veranthor's ruthlessness and his own incompetence. Just as he was about to urge the flame of holy power to self-destruct, he suddenly remembered the last words of Laurent's great-grandfather before he disappeared——

Fenovita was only imprisoned by humans, and did not die.

A few days ago, Orlando was busy trying to find a way to open the half-plane secret room in order to obtain the high power to maintain the family, but he neglected to rescue Fenovita.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the key to Feinovita's life now.

(End of this chapter)