Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 39 The Eighth Throne
"I've never heard you swear before, so is this a habit you've changed over the past thousand years?"
This was the first thing Remedios said after she calmed down.
"So that's the first thing you wanted to ask?"
William asked back with a smile.
Remedios looked at the man in front of her whose appearance and voice she had long forgotten, took a few deep breaths, and then asked:
"Are you really back?"
"Absolutely."
William nodded in response, and then added:
"As for the foul language and stuff... maybe you'll need to get used to it in the future. Of course, I'll try to be careful as well."
For the sake of spiritual civilization construction, the game would automatically block players' swear words, but now there are no taboos.
"It seems that you have changed a lot over the years."
Hearing the remarks that seemed vaguely inconsistent with the other party's past image, Remedios couldn't help but laugh and tease.
As she spoke, her figure began to become blurry. This was a change that occurred as she began to give up integrating all the selves on the timeline.
“It’s better to say that this is my original appearance.”
William shrugged and replied, then he looked around and said:
"Let's go back first. This is not a place suitable for reminiscing about the past."
Upon hearing this, Remedios followed William's example and looked around the round table room.
She looked at the thirteen members of the Tribunal, including herself, and said with some emotion:
"After all, this is history itself, right? I don't know what the Twilight Fortress looks like now. I remember that it has been sealed off since Dewey died..."
In response, William smiled and said:
"Let's go back and talk slowly. I dare say that the current Dusk (Dawn) Fortress is definitely beyond your imagination..."
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"Who is that person who walked into the fog?"
The Takma Cult advisor who had been thrown aside by William earlier got up from the ground, then limped to Morton and asked.
The other party still knelt there devoutly.
The duty engraved in the Blood Blade Family's blood and soul is to fight for the "Lord of the Mist". However, in this relatively "peaceful" era without the Lord of the Mist, the restlessness in their blood and soul has been suppressed to an unbearable level.
Therefore, when the Takma Cult found him and hoped that Fenghuo City could support the coronation of the new Lord of the Mist, even though he knew that the other party was probably using him, he agreed on behalf of his family.
"He said he was a source silver merchant from Blackwater Province. He came to Ava Continent to reminisce with a ranger friend of his and do some business."
Morton looked at the slowly rotating egg-shaped mist and answered.
Then he turned to look at the Takma consultant and continued:
"But his story is full of loopholes - he said his friend is in Moon City, and there hasn't been a ranger returning from Moon City for hundreds of years."
"So that's why you decided he was actually from the Church?"
the elderly counselor asked, dusting off his robes.
"He also has the holy emblem of the Eighth Holy Spirit hanging around his neck."
Morton answered, then turned his gaze back to the egg-shaped mist surrounding the throne.
It won’t be long before the true Queen of Mist from Ava returns to the world after Remedios Moonshadow completes the coronation ceremony of inheritance.
The ghosts of the ancients in the mist will be with her, making her the perfect ruler and the most core component of the High Elf Ancient Road. After that, the High Elf society will be integrated into a unified system, returning to the ruling ecology of the three core "roads" of kings, warriors, and wizards.
Instead of being divided into seven loose city-states as it is today, each acting independently, it would allow those with the surnames of "farmers", "craftsmen" or "merchants" the possibility of sharing power.
"You mean, there are no rangers in Moonlaw City?"
The advisor of the Takma Order suddenly said, his tone sounding more like a question than a doubt.
But Morton, immersed in the excitement, did not tell the difference. He answered casually:
"Probably not in the past five hundred years. After all, those who have inherited the wizard's 'path' and can stay in Moon City, why would they give up their surnames and become a ranger?"
After hearing Morton's answer, the old man was silent for a while, and then he slowly spoke:
"But as far as I know, there is indeed a big man who used to be a 'Ranger' in the current Yuefa City... and I think you are also very familiar with that person."
The expression on Morton's face suddenly froze.
"You mean... the 'Ranger' he's here to find is actually Ms. Moon Shadow?"
But how is this possible?
The old man nodded, with an expression of sudden enlightenment on his face.
"I see……"
He muttered to himself.
Morton on the side asked in confusion:
"So that's how it is? Ms. Yueying's friends back then have all..."
"Either they are dead or missing. After all, it has been over a thousand years, which is a very long time even for elves."
The old man helped him say the next words, and then continued:
"Think about it. A powerful magic caster, male, a resident of Stormland, with gray hair and silver eyes... Oh, and he also carries the holy emblem of the Holy Spirit Cain. This identity is really hard to guess, right?"
"No, that's impossible..."
Morton, who was awakened, shook his head subconsciously, then picked up the animal skin lantern beside him and stood up.
"No human being can live for more than a thousand years!"
"He is not a human being, child. Ever since that crazy emperor eight hundred years ago decided to use the name William Kane as a tool to chisel away eternal time, his name no longer represents a simple human being."
The advisor of the Takma Order said so.
After saying that, he turned and looked at Diana beside him.
"And in this case, your throne becomes extremely vulnerable."
Morton turned around with some confusion and looked at the eighth holy spirit who he had brought with him earlier.
This girl named Diana, after William stepped into the egg-shaped mist, had unusually lowered her head and remained quiet. She stood there like a statue, without even the movement of her body when she breathed.
No, she wasn't breathing.
"Whose throne?"
Moulton asked.
"My throne..."
A childish but majestic voice came out of Diana's mouth and echoed throughout the throne room.
"Hill, you broke your promise."
The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the advisor of the Takma Cult with an expression that was inconsistent with her age and gender.
As he spoke, the egg-shaped mist cocoon on the throne seemed to be pulled out of a thread, and it spread out and turned into a human figure that hovered around "Diana". Then, the bronze holy emblem hanging around her neck emitted a faint light.
"I only promised to make the eighth throne appear, but I never promised who would sit on it in the end..."
The advisor of the Takma Order, who was called Hill by "Diana", answered like this, and then he looked at the girl in front of him and continued:
"And if you had been able to kill the enemy in the Broken Sea before, you wouldn't be in so much trouble now, Mr. Terra..."
