Remembrance of the Goddess of God

With the ringing of fourteen o'clock, the gate of Lot City was solemnly pushed open.

The dwarves' cavalry slowed down and walked solemnly into the city.Old King Baldwin sat in the center of the most ornate pony, wrapped in a red robe so plain that the dwarves seemed to be ridiculously simple.

The dwarf king's protruding hands tightly grasped the reins, and his wrinkled face rarely revealed darkness.

On both sides of Baldwin, there is a dwarf without armor. The beard on the left is already pale, and there is a kind smile on his face from the eyes of a dwarf; Look left and right.

—… Is it the holder of the dwarf's relic?

Lancelot stood among the knights, quietly looking at the two dwarves on both sides of the old dwarf king.

The gray-bearded dwarf held the rein with one hand, and with the other free hand, he stroked the pony who was actively walking under him.The old dwarf's dark eyes looked around merrily, as if the people on both sides of the road and the knights who greeted them gave him entertainment that kept his spirits alive.

A pipe was fastened to the old dwarf's left cuff, and a slingshot hung from his right arm.It made him look less serious than a kid with a fake beard.

Such an image is similar to some of Arthur's descriptions.

Then he is probably the dwarf wizard Tesmi who holds the stone of the dead, Lil Fell.

The young knight's sky-blue eyes stayed on the two dwarves for a while, then turned to the same direction as his companions.

The dwarven cavalry passed slowly through the gate.But when people around Lancelot began to relax, a burst of surprised discussions burst out from the crowd watching and welcoming him.The voice was curious, confused, and surprised, but it all turned into confusion and anxiety in the end.

At the end of the dwarf cavalry, a dozen or so dwarf knights were guarding a carriage that was probably made of steel.The style of the carriage was so simple that it didn't meet even the lowest vision of a dwarf, and it seemed that it was only made to transport things safely.

The carriage was pulled by four steeds that the dwarves could hardly ride, and there was a choking smell all the way.

The veterans in the welcoming team and the people who had experienced the wars of the three clans regained their nerves one by one. They still remembered what brought the smell—it was only the lime that had a large number of preserved corpses that emitted it.

And among them, even the smell of rotten meat and a faint smell of blood are mixed.

There seemed to be no sound at the gate of Lot. People were silent, or actively or passively began to move away from the dwarven cavalry.

Some of the knights around Lancelot who had just been canonized began to move slightly. Some clenched their spears tightly, some moved their hands to the decorative swords at their waists, and some even started to tremble.

But the dwarves didn't seem to notice.

The horse team adorned with gold and precious stones still moved forward steadily, not even a single bump in the carriage.

It can be said that everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the dwarves were sent to the palace without incident.

Lancelot clenched his right hand lightly, and then slowly let go.

The relaxed people left the palace in small groups.Knights are not an army. People who don't need to train in the barracks all day can find some entertainment for themselves in their free time.Or wine, or competition, or women, anyway, they can use any method to soothe their nerves frightened by dwarves.

Looking at these happy people in peaceful times, Lancelow shook his head helplessly.

As Arthur usually complained, with such relaxed guards, he really couldn't imagine whether he would be able to guard the city of Lott, or the ability to guard the royal family and the nobles when the war came.

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The palace that belonged to the Clan of the Sith was no different from what it had been when it belonged to the Romerags, except where it had been damaged by the goblins and restored.

Tesmi, who was standing on Baldwin's left, quickly glanced at the magnificent building in front of him, and then looked at the smiling Queen Igmail.

The human queen with her knights and nobles stood on the square in front of the largest banquet hall in the palace, under the shadow of the huge building.Her petite figure doesn't really harmonize with the cold and hard style of the palace itself - but it doesn't matter, her lily-like smile is enough for everyone to ignore this.

Igmael smiled and nodded to the dwarf king, and her son did the same.

"Igmael is here to welcome the owner of Red Rock Mountain."

The wrinkles on old Baldwin's face came together as if trying to smile too.

"I am honored by the welcome I have received, Queen of Men."

It should be honored indeed.Tesmi blinked amusedly.

The woman who was so crazy that her son pulled out the golden holy sword and forced it to her neck to stop the war, can now speak kind words to the alien race who is equal to the devil in her heart?

The dwarves should be honored indeed.

The smile of the young man standing behind Igmel froze suddenly, but fortunately few people could see it.

"We are worried about the news you have brought, but the elves will not arrive until tomorrow. So we have prepared a banquet first, hoping to soothe your presumably tired spirit with human enthusiasm."

"Banquet?" Baldwin squinted at Igmail, his dark gray eyes flashing a stream of light. "...well, my knights are exhausted, I guess."

The old king took a few steps forward, and Igmail turned around gracefully.

The two walked into the banquet hall side by side, with human nobles and dwarf knights behind them.

Tesme happily quickened her pace, Arthur smiled wryly, and slowed down to walk with the two dwarf holders.

"Long time no see, Master Tesmi. This is..."

"Oufang," the young dwarf looked up with a serious expression, "Oufang Graalga. Nice to meet you."

"Ou Fang—the hand that forged artifacts? Good name." Arthur also raised his eyebrows, and the arc was exactly the same as that of Tesmi. "Arthur Sisdhun, nice to meet you too."

"... Sisdron, you are the master of Falria." Ou Fang nodded, "Then what about the master of Adoliana?"

Arthur's smile froze again.

"Probably the training ground? Or is it a guard post in the palace? Who knows... Ou Fang, go to the banquet hall, he is not the one who will entertain you."

The sumptuousness of this banquet is unimaginable: pepper roasted venison, honey chicken, milk almond jelly, onion pie, stewed swan, roasted skylark, roasted peacock macaroni, fava beans, fried pastries served in sterling silver as well as cakes. beer, mead, wine, and cinnamon tonic poured into crystal goblets.Even ignoring the rich aroma, looking at these exquisitely shaped foods is a pleasure.

Arthur kept smiling throughout the dinner, but hardly spoke to anyone again.On the contrary, Igmel was more active, as if she was the only host at the banquet.

The dwarf wizard happily sipped the mead, and it could be said that he was enjoying the intrigue between the human beings and the Baldwin King he served.

It seems that the arrival of the dwarves is not for any terrible news, but just to contact the feelings of the three clans as before.

That's it.

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The dwarf's carriage stopped near what is now the new tower of the palace.A few human knights stood scattered around the carriage, occasionally chatting with confusion and fear.A dozen or so heavily armed dwarves surrounded the carriage, one or two of them were full of vigilance.

When Lancelow approached his position, he probably saw such a scene in front of him.

The young man glanced at it quietly, and then stood firmly at his post.

In the carriage was probably the corpse of the spear holder Golard. The dwarves brought him probably because they wanted to find the murderer in the most direct way—asking Queen Lianna to awaken the memory preserved in the eyes of the dead.

But since this is the case, the murderer must not be a goblin.The dwarves will definitely not fail to see the things made by those poor forging techniques.Then the murderer...

This is not what he should be thinking.

Among the holders of the sacred object, only Arthur has the right to think about these things.

The sky-blue eyes calmed down again after a wave of uneasiness, and when they were raised again, they were peaceful without any ups and downs.

But at about the same time, there was a sudden commotion among the soldiers surrounding the prison tower.

Lancelot walked over displeased, and inadvertently raised his head while reprimanding the soldiers, and happened to meet a bird with beautiful golden-red feathers on the top of the prison tower.

"This is……"

The bewildered expression of the young knight was fleeting, but he was still spotted by the veteran beside him.The soldier with a gray beard raised his brows with a little color, and pretended to speak unintentionally.

"That's Phoenix."

"Phoenix?" That is a legendary creature!

"Master Knight, you probably haven't experienced the wars in the past, right? This phoenix was quite famous back then!"

?

Seemingly noticing Lancelow's deeply suppressed curiosity, the soldier's expression became even more excited. "It's a bird raised by the elf Merlin. It used to guide the arrival of elves every time during wars. Although we don't know what it's called, we used to call it Gospel, which means the savior has come..."

The soldier talked excitedly, from still trying to figure out what the young boss meant at the beginning, to completely showing off his past experience in the great war.

It is also understandable, after all, under the rule of Queen Igmael, let alone the war where the three clans united against the goblins and the nameless beast, even the elves and dwarves were forbidden to speak in public.

Lancelot frowned and stopped the soldier from continuing.

After being startled for a moment, the soldier's face also turned pale, obviously realizing how terrible a crime he just committed in the palace.This rather robust middle-aged man turned pale and shook his head back and forth, finally calmed down, and ended with a sentence.

"Anyway, once this phoenix appears, the elves will appear within half a day's journey, that is to say, the elves are coming soon, my lord knight."

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"...That's right, this is really terrible, isn't it? The spears will disappear, maybe those goblins have regained their vitality and will emerge from the barren land tomorrow!"

Igmel's hands were already clenched together, his delicate face was completely pale.The old dwarf king looked at the woman who seemed to be frightened, and shook his head casually.

"Human Queen, the matter is not that serious."

Igmail's dark blue eyes looked at Baldwin intently, and a little hope slowly appeared on his pale face. "so……"

"After all, the spear is a sacred object bestowed by Goddess Toddana. The greatest power is used to protect the reproduction of all races, the queen of mankind." Baldwin poured a glass of wine down his throat, his dark gray eyes were happy squinted. "The goblins won't dare walk out of the wastelands until they've got enough blood to make the spear lose its true nature - so we just need to get the spear back before that happens."

"So as long as we act as soon as possible, we will not have any accidents?" Igmail suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled sweetly again, "Dear King Badwin, this is really the best news!"

It could not be better?

Tesmi raised her eyebrows again, and looked at Arthur who was sitting on Igmel's left.

Arthur lowered his eyes, completely avoiding the old wizard's probing gaze.

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When the moon moved into the middle of the night, the banquet had just arrived when the dwarves left.

A group of knights silently sent the dwarves to the stone tower specially built for dwarves on the side of the palace, and then left the dead stone tower to protect the nobles who had started to have fun.

After all the humans left, the old king of Hongyan Mountain finally relaxed the muscles on his face and snorted coldly.

"Human... hum!"

Ou Fang was shocked and immediately stood up straight.Tesmi put down the pipe she had been playing with all the time, turned her narrowed eyes with a smile, and silently looked at the sneering old king.

The dwarf warriors guarding them still looked around vigilantly, their expressions as cold as statues.

Baldwin leaned back with a sneer and sat in the cold stone chair. "It's exactly the same! Such a thing..."

Tesmi's expression finally became heavy.The old wizard opened and closed his lips bitterly, and in the end he just bit the clay pipe.

——Is it exactly the same?Exactly the same as what Berignon did back then?

"It's not that serious, right? As long as Lianna is around, we can know about the murderer, right?" After a long silence, Tesmi spoke helplessly. "It's not very like back then - we know why this happened, and it won't bring great hatred, let alone a family that bears the wrong hatred, and it's impossible to bring another war... King, I think all we need to worry about is whether the Dark Lord will start the war again after the goblins get back their spears."

The old king, who was over 370 years old, shook his head and waved his right hand fiercely. "Tismi, even if you are the greatest wizard under the mountain, what you are good at guessing is still only the texture of the mineral veins, not the thoughts of humans and elves."

Baldwin looked over at his wizard, the muscles of his face writhing ferociously behind his pale beard.

"Human... oh, human!

We will always have to second guess them with the greatest malice in order to save ourselves, because their desire for control and greed is endless!As long as they are given a possibility, they can sell their souls to the devil for this possibility!The king is, and so are the courtiers!Men are, and so are women!

Like Berignon... I'll never forget why he destroyed everything about the dwarves! "

The sound of gnashing of teeth was heard occasionally, and Ou Fang was surprised to see that the knights around him showed expressions, although all of them were full of ferocious hatred.

"My old wizard... don't underestimate human beings," Baldwin eased his tone, looking seriously at the two people holding the dwarven relic. "This time regarding the search for the spear, I will suggest that you and the European side join the action team."

"I will propose that the holders of the six holy relics form a team to find the spear. The two elves who hold the magic sword and the furnace have been taught by you, and the master of Fallia has also lived among the elves. After ten years, the elves and dwarves have the same purpose, and the human prince must also give priority to finding the spear, and you are together enough to prevent the conspiracy from the human ruler."

Under the expectant gaze of the old king of Red Rock Mountain, Tesmi put down the pipe he had been holding tightly in his hand.

The old wizard was silent for a while, and slowly bent down to the owner of the Red Rock Mountain.

"Your Majesty, I will do my best for this."

The author has something to say: It is mentioned in "Elf's Twilight" that the six o'clock of later generations is the zero hour of the Middle Ages.

... Well, I admit, this is an original article bearing the fan name of "Elf Trilogy" - except for the history and names of people and places.

...The truth is that I am not reconciled to the ending of Mr. Federal! ! ! ! ! ! ! !