398: Chapter 369 Lady Ellen’s Letter (2/3) 398: Chapter 369 Lady Ellen’s Letter (2/3) “War is a bitter fruit of their own making, a path they chose for themselves.
We have no right to intervene,”
“But those innocent people… those children the sa age as mine once were, other people’s children…”
The forr rcenary clenched his fists, muttering resentfully to himself, “What ‘choice of Humans’?
It’s clearly the result of choices made by those lofty figures in power!”
He had thought that the Huai Guang Church would intervene to stop the actions of Fiery Fla Land, just as they had prevented the disasters lurking in the South Sea Great Labyrinth, and just as they had supported his revenge, to crush the cannibalistic, sacrificial rites of the Redwood People.
At the very least, they should have rebutted him, explaining why they referred to the choices of those powerful figures as the ‘choice of Humans.’
But Bishop Huai Guang didn’t say a word, making the blood of the Mountain People grow sowhat cold.
If everything he had believed in the past was just a necessary step for the Huai Guang Church to ‘prevent disaster,’ and not because they truly wished to do good…
“Go then.”
Struggling with reluctance and disappointnt, Lubeck heard the bishop utter these words.
“If you wish to go, then go.
You are not a mber of Embrace Light, Lubeck.
You are a human with your own hands and feet; how could the church prevent you from doing anything?”
Still looking down, the bishop of White Mist spoke calmly, “Your sword, armor, and other equipnt are all well-maintained in the church’s underground storeroom.
You can retrieve them whenever you like.”
“Do what you think is right, Lubeck.
The church only intervenes to prevent what has been proven ‘wrong,’ because we are people who have already died once—but you are not.”
“Go.”
Raising his head, the old man gazed at the human before him.
He said this with an encouraging tone, “If you fail, it’s not too late to co back.”
“Even if you die, do not fear, Embrace Light will embrace you all the sa.”
“To embrace failure, to prevent mistakes.
These are the few things we can do.”
And so the man understood.
He had a mont of realization and then nodded respectfully to the old man before leaving the small room.
The bishop of White Mist remained unconcerned, continuing to read through the letters while new ssages constantly refreshed on the crystal plate beside him.
[Setar Empire, West Frontier Plains, pre-Aeon civilization ecological storehouse, contains alien viruses, comprehensive disaster level, third-level ‘Turmoil’… Two agents have taken up the task]
[Fiery Fla Land, Veronia Archipelago, Ancestress Queen Ant ‘Sun Empress’ to fully awaken within two years, comprehensive disaster level, second-level ‘Cataclysm’… Fifteen agents have taken up the task, with additional assistance from local strongman, King Lu Boer of Thousand Islets]
[Far Shore Island, Underwater Volcano Cluster of Flanel, subterranean cavity area, Natural Spiritual Energy Field accumulation, high likelihood of causing mantle magma to surge, leading to a supermassive volcanic eruption, influencing planetary ecology, comprehensive disaster level, first-level ‘Apocalypse’… Handled by Far Shore’s local Fifth Energy Level powerhouse, ‘Azure Star’ Gride]
On another small screen beside the crystal plate, the text updated slowly.
[Setar Empire, Nanling Province, pre-Aeon civilization ecological base, containing parasitic Worm Nest, comprehensive disaster level third-level ‘Turmoil’… Disaster handled]
[Assisting handlers: White Mist, Skyfla, main handlers from Harrison Port, First Energy Level ‘Ian’, Second Energy Level Gossay Bide, First Energy Level Yisen Gard·Erlen, local Magical Beast Ironclad Shark]
[‘Ian’ confird to have Fifth Energy Level potential, has entered the ‘Witness’ process]
…
Sublimators from afar often co to Leyan Territory to purchase high-quality, fresh Radiance Grass to make top-grade Spirit Energy Nourishnt Extracts.
To the locals, this is nothing uncommon.
Ian’s letter of introduction was quickly taken by the relevant personnel, awaiting Baron Leyan’s response.
Based on Ian’s guesses, if the local baron had a similar—perhaps lazier, since Viscount Grant was poorer—daily routine to the viscount’s, then he would have at least four hours to wait, probably around noon, before he might be received by the baron, who would hopefully consider his status as a Spirit Energy User and slayer of the Sharp Claw Tiger that threatened the territory, and share a al with him.
This was usually the procedure.
And the steward’s response that ‘the baron should be willing to have lunch with you’ further confird this.
Therefore, after delivering the letter of visitation, Ian, with the principle of not wasting ti, headed to the local Platinum Iridium Workshop.
As with Harrison Port, the Platinum Iridium Workshop in Leyan Territory had the sa style of decor: walls of white, unostentatious exteriors, yet extrely tidy and simple interiors.
What was most crucial was its location at the heart of the business district.
Contrary to what many might imagine, though Leyan Territory was the raw material source for Radiance Grass and several other Sublimation Plants, it wasn’t the main distribution hub.
The caravans of various trading companies had fixed schedules each month to head to Gold Leaf Town or Vinefield Town to collect the processed semi-finished products before transferring them to a series of workshops on the Agate Stone Plains for further processing.
Therefore, compared to the port city of Harrison Port, Leyan Territory was a bit more serene, and with the rainfall, there weren’t many people on the streets.
“Welco…
ah?”
When Ian removed his helt and entered the interior of the Platinum Iridium Workshop, the two staff mbers who had been ready to greet him montarily forgot to bow their heads and simply stared at his face.
It wasn’t solely the shock of the young boy’s appearance; it was also the contrast between his excessively youthful exterior and the sense of oppression he conveyed when wearing the helt.
However, the elder of the two staff mbers soon recovered.
He stepped forward and, with even greater respect than before, said, “You must be Master Ian, correct?
We’ve already received the ssage from headquarters.
Your package is in the safety deposit.
Please wait a mont, we’ll imdiately retrieve it for you.”
“But, please forgive us, we still need to verify so of your information…”
Startlingly handso, young, one of the White Folks, an Alchemy Knight—this description, outside of the person before them, hardly matched a second individual, yet procedures had to be followed.
And Ian simply nodded slightly, retrieving the Knight’s dal and paperwork from his chest pocket that he had already prepared: “I didn’t expect Yisen Gard to be faster than , and quite thoughtful too.
I wonder how things have been recently.”
No one dared to follow up on that comnt.
The verification was quick since it was rely a standard procedure, and soon the preservation box made of Snowglow Crystal was brought out.
This type of crystal, which wasn’t cold to the touch but could ensure a stable internal storage temperature, was a by-product of mining frost crystals.
It wasn’t particularly valuable, but this preservation box was different.
Ian glanced over it and nearly had his eyes glued to those densely arranged inscriptions—goodness, such inscription crafting was definitely the work of a master.
To be able to etch so many inscriptions ant to regulate temperature and humidity on such fragile crystal plates?
And they looked remarkably attractive too; even Ian almost mistook them for ordinary patterns upon first glance.
“Could this preservation box also be a limited-edition collector’s item?”
Muttering to himself, Ian glanced out of the corner of his eye and felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth: “It really is—’Phantom Lines of South Brunk.’ Isn’t that the signature of the inscription master from a hundred fifty years ago?
I’ve seen her signature in textbooks.”
Now, with half an antique coming out, he felt that just the value of the box alone exceeded three hundred Talles, perhaps even more, since Ian too had no idea how popular that inscription master was.
Afterward, Ian used the remote communication device within the Platinum Iridium Workshop, which was Terra’s typewriter communication machine, to send a safety report to Platinum Iridium Workshop back in Harrison Port.
Because notifications also take ti, he didn’t wait for a reply but left directly.
With his helt back on and the preservation box in hand, Ian followed the workshop’s employee to the Platinum Iridium Workshop’s lodging house for esteed guests.
Once in his own room, Ian composed himself, opened the box, and activated Foresight View.
Instantly, a purple mist overflowed from within.
Second-Level Fairy Potion Materials lay inside—bottles, jars, and Sublimation Materials emitting strange colors filled the entire small box.
Considering the amount, Ian thought that if he economized and added a bit more money of his own, he could produce two bottles of Second-Level Fairy Potion.
It was just that practical.
However, more intriguing to Ian than these overly practical materials was a letter placed upon them.
On the letter, there were lines of delicate handwriting, clearly not penned by Yisen Gard, but left by a woman.
A letter that made Ian’s brow slightly furrow.
“Avrilena Ellen…”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing at the letter in his hands, Ian murmured softly, “The princess’s mother from Yisen?”
“What does she an by sending a letter personally?”
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