Istal, afternoon, clear skies. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jerome stood in the Hall of the Archons, a few days ago due to the impact of the great storm, this magnificent hall dome was smashed open a huge opening, several craftsmen were doing their best to repair it, the sun shining through their busy figures, but the whole hall was much brighter.

Looking up at the blue sky, Jerome suddenly had the illusion of being in a dream.

A few months ago, nay, a few days ago, he was wanted by many forces, stealth incognito in revenge, infiltrated the golden capital, and now, Jerome has become the master here, the new consul of Istal.

The Senate was nearly wiped out in the Battle of the Storm, most of them following the three Speakers in their attempt to control Istar, while a few of them resisted for a while before surrendering and are now in prison awaiting the next trial.

Captain Allen has taken back the authority of the Iron Wolf Guard, and is running around the city with the mercenaries, dealing with all kinds of things after the disaster, and those who survive the disaster are lucky because they survive, but they are also unfortunate because they have to bear the grief.

"My lord, the funeral is about to begin. ”

The clerk on the side said.

"Okay, I got it. ”

Jerome let out a long sigh and followed the clerk into the carriage that had been prepared.

In the carriage, there was another person.

It's Isaiah.

Surprisingly, he did not choose to seize Jerome's power after the disaster, and did not even come to the stage with the credit he had made during the storm.

Isaiah Olijara is still a shadowy intelligence dealer in Isthal, sitting on the third floor of the Black Iron Bar, wandering between the various forces, no different from the past.

"Mr. Isaiah. ”

Jerome didn't call out to the guards, but just got into the carriage.

"Information on the remaining members of the Senate who have fled, as well as the remnants of the Heat Wind Mercenary Regiment. ”

Isaiah handed him a small package.

"Mr. Isaiah, I'm curious, why you don't seem to need anything, I should have promised you status at the time, but ......"

Jerome asked, there was always something to worry about giving without asking for anything in return, and he wasn't in the habit of owing favors to others.

"If I hadn't asked for your reward at the time, would you believe that I was willing to help you, and not lie to you like the president of the Istar Chamber of Commerce?"

Smiling, Isaiah said.

"Actually, there is a very simple reason why I help you, and that is the agreement. ”

"Agreed?"

Jerome looked puzzled, he didn't know what he had agreed with Isaiah, and his father hadn't told him anything like that.

"It was when Ishtar was first established, and my ancestors made a pact with your ancestors, the House of Faramor and the House of Orihara, one in the light and the other in the shadows, both exist to protect Isttar, and that's why I'm here to help you. ”

Isaiah said, glancing out the window, where most of the streets destroyed by the storm were gradually being repaired, and although they still looked dilapidated, Istar was indeed recovering.

“...... My father never told me this. ”

Jerome was only four or five years old when he left Ishtar, and his impression of his father was rather weak, but he was sure that he had not told him anything about it.

"If you want to deceive everyone, you must first deceive your own people, and Viscount Faramir must have been murdered before he could tell you. ”

Isaiah said, looking out the window.

"But why...... It's been so many years, is the agreement of that year still binding?"

Jerome apparently didn't believe that an ordinary agreement would keep Isaiah a hundred years later.

Some will break their vows, while others will not. ”

Isaiah didn't say much, knocked lightly on the wall behind him, and when the carriage was stable, he stepped out of the carriage quickly, leaving Jerome alone, distracted in the carriage.

......

South of Istal, on a hill.

It was unexpectedly not damaged in the storm, and the grass remained in its original green state, and in the corner of the hill, there were several tombstones, and the mottled text on them showed that these tombstones had been for a certain number of years.

There was only one, and the surrounding earth was very new, and the stone monument was much whiter, apparently a new tomb that had only recently appeared.

Davos stood in front of the tomb, his face a little haggard, but still standing straight.

Behind him were Tia in the shade of the trees, and Jerome.

On the tombstone, the name of the owner is written in the lingua franca, as well as his epitaph.

German Llorian.

He guarded the shallow sea for ten years in obscurity.

On the side of the tombstone, planted white flowers, which can only be seen on the edge of the desert, take years to gestation, and after flowering, they only last for a short day, and no one knows why it is here, and no one knows why it is blooming now.

Desert daffodils, the language of flowers is an unchanging promise.

"What are you going to do next?"

Jerome asks if Davos should be rewarded for his role in the crisis, but the mercenary declines Jerome's kindness.

"I'm probably going to find a place and slowly reclaim it. ”

What Davos said is definitely not a pipe dream, because after the crystallization of the remains of the people of chaos was taken away and sealed by Tia, order here in the shallow sea is gradually being restored, perhaps because Zoe has extracted and condensed the power of chaos, the desert that has been under the control of chaos for seven hundred years seems to be finally returning to the embrace of civilization.

"I'll negotiate with the people of the Ishar Chamber of Commerce to organize a part of the wilderness clearing team and try to grow some hardy plants on the edge of the desert, Davos, how about you as the leader. ”

Jerome said that although order is being restored little by little, the influence of the power of chaos over the past hundred years is not so easy to fade, and this desert will still be plagued by monsters for a long time in the future, but at least, the situation will slowly improve.

"How's that swordsman?"

Thinking of the armored swordsman with the great sword, Jerome looked at Tia.

"I don't know, he seems to have triggered some kind of spatial teleportation mechanism, the person who made this mechanism is obviously very strong, I didn't be able to track down any clues at the time, but at the last moment, I still barely left a little breath, at least I know that he is still alive at the moment. ”

Although it may seem inappropriate to use the word "alive" to describe an undead, Tia is still interested in Rosen's whereabouts.

That teleportation spell was quite ancient, and Tia suspected that it was probably the handiwork of the person who sealed the capital of crime seven hundred years ago, and why he chose Lawson is also worth pondering.

The ring that Lawson found, the ring called the Ring of Destiny, is also quite familiar to Tia, but it is also quite strange why it is a relic that should have been lost for nearly a thousand years.

Tia felt that there was some kind of force behind this that was controlling everything, but the amount of information that could be obtained was too small at the moment, and Tia did not dare to speculate.

"I'd better go back and ask my uncle. ”

Muttering to herself, Tia decided to return to the Rainbow Tower immediately.

The harvest of this trip is so rich.