Three minutes later.

Eshua wiped the blood from his face and threw a few arrows into the dense grass, and in his gradually clearer vision, the last of the three Gato riders were hastily disappearing into the vast grassland. He shook his head regretfully, pulling an arrow from his shoulder that had been stuck in the flesh. Not being able to completely destroy this group of Cato riders was a bit unexpected by Esthe, in fact, there was also an element of his lack of preparation, if there were a few bags of throwing knives hanging on the saddle, it would not take five minutes to annihilate these thirteen people at all. However, the mobility of the Gatu people was indeed extraordinary, and when they found that the hand-to-hand combat was not Estheu's opponent, they immediately pulled away and swirled with bows and arrows, and after being caught by Eshu with his bare hands and killed several people, they immediately turned their horses and fled in all directions, which made Eshu give up the idea of pursuing in a moment. However, Estheus's goal was not to completely destroy the Gato riders—he had already trampled his prey under his feet. Eshu bent down and removed the pair of elaborate metal shoulder armor from the other's body. The Gato cavalryman watched his most beloved equipment become Estheus's trophies, but he could not resist, and even struggled was a luxury, so he could only let out a futile roar.

"What tribe are you from?" Eshu asked, slowly rubbing his fingers across the smooth surface of his shoulder armor. As soon as he touched it, he knew that it was extraordinary, it was clearly made of metal, but it was surprisingly light, and he could hardly feel any weight in his hand. Eshu applied a slight force to his hand, and his fingertips immediately felt a strong resistance. Neither the material nor the craftsmanship of this spaulder has ever been circulated on the Pander continent, and given Cato's "close relationship" with the Great Eastern Forest, it is likely that it originally belonged to a Noldor elf, and perhaps his/her status is not low.

The Cato rider did not answer Estheu's question, but kept alternating the Cato dialect with the lingua franca of Pande. Eshua frowned, raised his foot slightly, and the rider immediately rolled over, grabbed a saber from the ground, stood up, and slashed at Eshu. Eshua deliberately tested the protective performance of the shoulder armor, did not dodge or dodge, and raised his hand to face the front of the shoulder armor towards the blade.

The saber slashed down on the shoulder armor, crushing Estheau's wrist slightly, and then the blade cut a shallow indentation between the vines and branches along the raised curve of the surface, and finally slid away from the side, and the scar was restored to its original state. Eshu nodded in satisfaction, knocked the Gato rider to the ground with an elbow, kicked the saber away, and stepped on the opponent's chest again: "Which tribe are you from Gatu?" ”

The rider gritted his teeth and raised his hand to Eixiu's crotch, Aexiu jumped back a step to avoid it, and the rider just wanted to take the opportunity to get up, but was hooked by Aexiu's toes, and even his body was turned over one hundred and eighty degrees. His second resentful resistance ended with Eshyus stepping on his back, but the rider still did not give up his attempt, and tried to support himself with his hands on the ground, but Eshu only made a slight effort, and his body sank into the shallow grass, and even half of his cheeks sank into the dirt.

"One last question," said Eshu, placing the wolf axe around the rider's neck, the sharp blade of which pressed a thin streak of blood against the flesh. Feeling the menacing pain in his neck, the rider let out a low wail, and the intensity of the struggle diminished. "Last time, which tribe did you belong to?"

"Pande pig, I'll tell you when you kill me!"

Esher guessed that he might be trying to say, "I won't tell you if you kill me", or maybe he was just simply provoking, shook his head with a smile, raised his wolf axe, and took two steps back. "Let's go."

Hardly believing his ears, the Cato rider hesitated to his feet and fumbled for his saber in the grass, but he was aware of the gap between himself and Estheus, wisely lowered the tip of his sword, and then whistled loudly, and the mount, which had been frightened away, turned back at the call of his master. During the whole process, Eshua just stood by and watched, and it seemed that letting him go was not a lie. But why did you suddenly open yourself up? The Pande, who dared to go deep into the Gatu steppe alone, proved his strength by forceful means. The rider was first kicked off his horse by Eshu, before he realized that his precious shoulder armor was the reason for his survival, and that was why the rider witnessed a one-sided slaughter in its entirety. The other man leaped from horse to horse like a ghost, and a head would rise and fall with him at a time. The last of his own tribe raised his weapon and the blade of the axe fell from the top of his head, and the other tribe reacted with self-knowledge, and immediately pulled the distance and tried to whirl the bow and arrow. However, they only had time to shoot one arrow, and before they could put a second arrow on the bowstring, their heads were pierced by the arrows they had previously fired.

The rider straddled the corpse of his companion in despair, and as he prepared to step into the saddle, he took one last look at Eshyus. Eri looked at this place with a blank expression. From that indifferent gaze, the rider finally realized the intention of the other party to let him live, and he put down his left foot in mid-air, and with a resolute roar, he turned his head and made a rude gesture towards Estheus, and then stabbed his mount to death, and when he pulled it out, the blade grazed his throat, and because of the force, half of the blade was deeply embedded in his neck bone, almost beheading him. The rider staggered a few steps forward before falling headlong.

"......" Eshu silently turned on his horse, put on his shoulder armor, and wandered aimlessly across the steppe, and not long after he had gone he saw in the distance a group of Cato riders approaching him menacingly. I wonder if the survivors among them will still be as strong as the one before them. Eshua thought silently, waved his hand away from a few arrows that came at him, and rushed forward decisively.

Late at night, Boinbru.

Luciana followed Brochette to the door of the Great Hall, inexplicably a little nervous, not knowing what Brochette's purpose was in bringing herself to the Great Hall at this time. There was silence all around, except for the dull sound of torches burning. Luciana gently rubbed her cheeks, which had been frozen by the cold wind, and stole a glance at Brochette, whose face had grown a sparse white beard with a look of solemnity that had never been seen before. One hand was in his arms, not knowing what he was holding. "Put this on." He handed Luciana a mask, "Although it is a secret society, not everyone in the research group is good at keeping secrets. ”

"What seminar?" Luciana asked blankly.

"The Theological Seminar I founded. We discuss everything related to the gods as an academic topic, but not all of our members are pure scholars. Originally, you were not qualified to enter the workshop as a trainee scholar, but I think that you, as the person who brought the original manuscript of the prophecy poem, should attend this regular meeting. Next time, if you still want to participate, seize the time to get three stone beads and become a senior scholar. Seeing that Luciana took the mask but did not take it on, Brochette then added: "Don't worry, you won't be the only one who hides your face when you attend the meeting, every time I have a regular meeting, at least half of the people try to hide their identities, in addition to wearing masks, they will deliberately change their voices." Some people are naughty and like to keep a sense of mystery, but of course some people have more or less ulterior motives. But it didn't work, as soon as I opened my mouth I knew who they were. ”

Luciana put it on obediently, and the smell of the sachet placed in the cavity somewhat relaxed her spirits and dispelled the tiredness that she had. Although Luciana proved to Brochette at the beginning of her enrollment that she had peeked into the door of theology, for a long time Brochette never gave her specific guidance, leaving Luciana to figure out the threshold until today. Luciana is not a devout believer and does not find it blasphemous to study gods, but instead she is excited to start venturing into completely unfamiliar territory.

Broschette pushed open the door to the auditorium. The scholars seated at the long table collectively stood up and bowed slightly. Lucianna glanced around quickly, and as Brochette had said, most of them were wearing various masks, and even more so wearing hoods, sitting in the faintest corners of the candlelight. Is it necessary? Luciana couldn't help but think that although it was a secret meeting, it would be too exaggerated to do so.

"Are you all here?" Brochette sat down at the head of the long table and motioned for Luciana to stand behind him, "I know that Dams is absent, he has already taken the clipper overnight to Long Song Harbor, and Vokalo's plan is obviously not satisfactory to Duke Alexis. Who else did not come? ”

There was silence in the auditorium, after all, the absentees had no way to speak out except to entrust their colleagues to take leave.

Brochette nodded, and finally took out the hand that had been holding in his arms. Luciana brought three manuscripts of long prophetic poems from Issos and pushed them into the middle of the long table.

"The theme of today's regular meeting is the completion of the long prophetic poem."