Under a large tree in the center of the camp, Friedlier and O'Eve met Bruulis and Abhikius, who had arrived in a hurry.

After meeting O'Eve, Brullis was the first to speak, "Miss O'Eve, the Garland rebels have recently discovered the movements of the army under the command of Suleihim, the king of the West of Athore. His army had set out from the city of Ninuta in Azor eight days earlier, and after a brief stop outside Lionheart, had made a swift move to the former Huron in the south-west yesterday. Their army numbered about 50,000 men and was led by General Doim, including his elite Nightmare Army. ”

After Bruulis finished speaking, Abhitius immediately said to Oive, "Miss, according to the news from the west, the 80,000-strong army led by the Duke of Ortistis on the Randy side has crossed the Nak Mountains and attacked the area around Escal, the old land of Garland, and at this time they have captured the shepherd city in the west of Esca and are heading towards the important town of Perseus in the east. ”

"Thank you two." "It seems that Suleihim has sent an army to attack the army of the Duke of Lasvenis, which is in the region of Huron," said Oive. ”

"It should be, after all, Duke Lasvenis's army surprisingly crossed the Sea of Dreams and landed in the area of the Oracle Peninsula south of Huron." Bloris said.

"He was able to land in Huron so smoothly, perhaps because the rising waters gave Randy's navy help." Abhiti added.

Oeve nodded and said, "Regardless, Lasvenis' army has succeeded in luring the Nightmare Army to the Huron area, so the Pisces army will have a much smoother journey towards Lionheart." ”

Bruulis then said to O'Eve, "Mademoiselle, it is reported that Baron Mioro... He also went on an expedition with the army of Duke Ottestis. ”

"Oh," said Oeve after a moment's hesitation, "the Starry Knight he leads is an elite army under the Duke's command, and it is only natural that he will go with him. ”

Nezgoda asked from the sidelines, "Miss, isn't it time for us to start planning for the next step..." ”

"Just wait, there are still a lot of clues that I haven't sorted out." Oeve glanced at Friedlier and said, "But I'll sort it out as soon as I can, and I'll let you know as soon as I find anything." ”

Bloris continued, "Miss O'Eve, I recently found out outside Lionheart that some people from the Garland Restoration Resistance said that the flood in Randy was caused by the construction of the Great Tower by Azor. ”

"Build a giant tower?"

"Yes, the time when the construction of the giant tower began is almost the same as the time when the sea began to flood." "That's what people say. ”

Abhikius also spoke, "Miss, I have heard the news as well, and I have heard that this theory seems to be popular in the Holy See of Ranty, and I have heard that even their pope believes it. ”

"The construction of the tower caused .." Oeve shook her head and said, "How is this possible, this must be a concoction of the Pope to incite the princes and the people to wage war against Azor. ”

"It's a lot of fun." Friedlier smiled at Oeve and asked, "Why not?" ”

"It doesn't conform to the rules of the world." O'Eve said.

"The rules of the world?" "Are there any rules in the world?" Freedlear asked. Could it be that the ones you are talking about, using the Philosopher's Stone as a medium to refine into magical items, are they in line with the rules of the world? ”

"Yes." O'Eve's firmly, "They all do." ”

"Why?" Friedlier asked.

O'Eve looked around at Nezgoda, Bullis, Abhiqi. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Because when those objects were created, they had already paid the price they had to pay." ”

"What does that mean?" Friedlier asked.

Oeve took a deep breath and said, "The artifacts recorded on the stone walls, the magical abilities they possess, are not obtained out of thin air. It is obtained through the exchange of energy between substances. And those abilities, they are also limited, and their limits are also determined by the amount of material energy consumed when the artifact is created. This is the principle of the world, equivalent exchange. ”

Looking at Friedlier's confused eyes, Oeve continued, "Since the artifact uses it to obtain energy from other substances, as the energy of those substances is consumed, the power of the artifact will also be used up, and everything in the world will always be subject to equivalent exchange, do you understand?" ”

"It's too complicated." "I don't understand, maybe you can put it more simply." ”

"Oh my God—" Oeve puffed out her cheeks on one side, feeling helpless at Friedrie.

Looking at Friedlier, who obviously didn't understand anything and had a playful smile on his lips, Oeve continued, "To be honest, it's hard for me to imagine that you could read that diary and translate it for me. ”

Hearing what Oiv said, Friedlier looked up at Nezgoda, Bruulis and Abhiki, and then smiled awkwardly and said, "The diary doesn't record such boring truths. ”

"Miss, which diary are you talking about?" Nezgoda asked Eve curiously at this time.

"It's the one you got from the Morning Glory Sanctuary in the Garland Ronay region, Nezgoda." "I've put it in the custody of Friedlier, and I hope he'll help me translate it." ”

"Miss, you gave the One-Eyed Master's diary to Friedlier for translation?" Nezgoda asked in surprise.

Oeve nodded.

"One-Eyed Master?" Friedlier asked, "Who's that?" ”

"It's your old king of Phetton who has spent his life searching for the Philosopher's Stone." O'Eve said.

"Oh... Cyclops Toflily," Friedlier nodded to O'Eve.

Friedlier's face was not shocked at this time, and there was a hint of a smile, but in his heart, he was very surprised when he heard Oive's words. He only knew that the One-Eyed King Tofly had spent his life in search of rare treasures, but he had never heard anyone talk about it, and it was the Stone of the Philosophers that he had spent his life pursuing.

As he thought of this, Friedlier couldn't help but think of his father, who was also passionate about alchemy and the search for the Philosopher's Stone, if there was any special connection between him and Doverly. And the diary in his arms at this moment must have recorded some important information.

"Friedlier, are you really going to help us translate any diary?" Nezgoda asked Friedrear.

Friedreel nodded.

Nezgoda hesitated for a moment, then turned to Oiv and said in Asor's language, "Mademoiselle, although Friedlier has Ouroboros as his family crest, and he has been helping us decipher the contents of the rock wall for some time, but... Wouldn't it be a little too risky to let him read the diary? If there is an important clue about the Philosopher's Stone, will it be possible that the clue will be leaked? ”

"I'll keep an eye on him." Oiff also replied to Nezgoda in Asor, "I don't think he seems to have anyone to leak." ”

"Are you whispering?" Friedlier asked, looking at Aueve and Nezgoda, who spoke Asor.

"It's all incredible, Bulis and Abhikius met you in the arena riot that day, saved you, all this must have been arranged by God, God must have sent you to help us, I look forward to you discovering something unknown for us in that diary." Nezgoda turned to Friedrier with a smile.

"On our Freyton Frost Trail Island, the gods are almost dead." Friedlier also smiled at Nezgoda and said, "All this can only be done under the guidance of the ancestors. ”

Nezgoda spread his hands and said, "No matter what, as long as you help us, we will remember your kindness deeply." ”

"Friedlier, to be honest, I'm not too reassuring about you." Oiff said calmly, "I handed over the diary to you for translation, perhaps because we haven't been able to find a more suitable person. ”

"Oh, O'Eve, you're honest." Friedlier glanced at Nezgoda and asked Oive, "But why don't you trust me enough?" ”

"We want to trust you. But even me, I can feel that you've been hiding a lot from us, including what's on that rock face. There's something about it that you deliberately haven't told us. O'Eve.

Friedlier laughed and said, "You've always wanted to get information from me, but you rarely give me anything. What did you just say, that everything in the world must be subject to equivalent exchange, right? But why do you always break it? ”

Oeve didn't speak, she just stared at the man who exuded a special charm. In Oive's heart, she is also very conflicted, she likes him, but she does not dare to trust him fully.

"I've already revealed a lot to you, what else do you want to know from us?" Oeve asked instead.

"Why don't you do it." Friedlier looked at Oive's quiet black eyes and said, "How about I join you?" ”

"What? You said you wanted to join us? Oiff was a little surprised.

"Yes, I'm going to join your Ouroboros organization." "I've joined you, so we're a bunch." Since we are a group, I can tell you everything I know without reservation. In the same way, you can rest assured that you can tell me everything you know, right?"

"That's what you're talking about." Oeve hesitated.

"I'm going to decipher the contents of the rock wall for you, and I'm going to translate Toflily's diary for you, and you don't trust me completely. I'm sad. Friedlier pouted, "Are you really just using me and not treating me as a friend?" ”

"Friedley," Oiff asked, after a moment's thought, "do you really want to join us?" ”

"Of course." Friedlier said, "Allow me to join you. ”

In the face of Friedlier's request, Oive, Nezgoda, Brulis, and Abhici looked at each other for a while. Then, Nezgoda saw that Oiv looked at him as if he was asking for his opinion, and after a deep thought, he nodded lightly to Oive.

"Do you really want to join us?" Oiff asked Friedreel instead.

"Of course it is." "After all, I'm also a descendant of alchemists. ”

"Can you tell me why you want to join us?" "Is it just to make us trust you?" ”

"No, that's not the main thing." "You see, we're all friends, right, I'm helping each other, and we deserve to be a group." ”

Oeve thought for a moment, then said, "It's fine. However, I can only recommend you to join the Ouroboros Secret Society. As for whether or not I can join, I can't decide. ”

"Recommended?" Friedlier looked at her in confusion and asked, "What does this mean?" ”

"Anyone who wants to join the Ouroboros must have the approval of the president." "As the team leader, I only have the power to recommend. ”

"So you're not the president yet." Friedlier smiled and said, "I always thought you were the leader here. ”

"Here?" Oeve smiled and said, "This is just a location camp to find clues to the Philosopher's Stone. ”

Friedlier nodded in understanding, "Well, whether the president agrees with me or not." Since you recognize me and recommend me, I still have to thank you first. ”

"How to be grateful?" Oeve asked.

"Hmm.." Friedlier thought for a moment and said, "Why don't I tell you something interesting." ”

"What's the matter?" Oeve asked curiously.

"About half a year ago, I led my army to encounter an army of Azor in the Emerald City. The army was led by a scarred general, who had a strange double-edged scimitar, and at that time, it seems, he used his scimitar to set up a wave that scattered me and my army on the seashore. "I was also taken prisoner because of this." ”

"Huh?" All four were surprised.

"Is the breastplate of the soldier led by that general engraved with a smiling human face?" Bruulis asked immediately.

Friedlier thought for a moment, then nodded.

"That.. Then you must be the Nightmare Army and the Nightmare Army's commander Doim. "I've seen him, and he's got a terrible scarred face, and his weapon is a strange scimitar indeed. ”

"Could it be... Could it be that scimitar is an artifact? Abhikius asked, looking curiously at Bruliss and Oive.

"If it can set off the waves, that scimitar should be the "wave" used in the fragments of the trident called the "Sea Emperor" in ancient times in Jialan. "I can't believe it's terrible that the weapon is in Doim's hands, and that he knows what it can do." ”

"Waves?" Friedlier asked, "Is that an artifact that has been refined through the Philosopher's Stone?" ”

Oeve nodded and said, "Pretty much so." ”

"That's kind of interesting," Friedlier said with a laugh.