Upon his return to the church city, Othello ordered the guards to return to the camp to report, and to take the trapper with him, as a reward for placing him in a village under the town of Yanan, as a security officer or barnman, which was enough to give him a comfortable and prosperous life.

The Knights Cathar continued to follow them, separating the curious and shocked expressions of the townsfolk along the way, but fortunately everyone maintained their reverence for the church, and no one rushed up to watch or talk to them.

The elves are curious to look at everything in human society, the newly built city walls, the neatly built houses, the various areas separated by fences or wooden walls, the busy crowds, and the motorcades and pedestrians coming and going, everything is orderly, busy but not chaotic, this is the atmosphere called 'lively' and 'bustling', which is rare to see among the elves who love elegance and quiet.

When the group arrived at the temple, the knights of the cathar went to report to the commander of the regiment and returned to the team, and the knights and members of the escort were added to the vicinity, and Othello led the group to the Pope's room.

After entering the door and introducing each other, Shepard looked at the elves behind Lemonkel and said with a smile: "My space here is a little cramped, I'm afraid I can't sit so many people, or Lemonkel, you pick a warrior to stay with you, and the others will be taken by Othello to the rest room to rest, right?" ”

"No need, Elitril, you all follow Othello to rest, I'll be here alone." Lemonkel turned her head to look, but there was not a single elf left.

Hearing this, Elitriel was anxious: "How can this be, Lemonkel, if you are alone, in case there is any danger......"

Lemonkel looked at the smiling Shepard and said calmly: "In front of His Excellency the Pope, if there is really any danger, I'm afraid you can't help." ”

"You, call him Your Excellency? Could it be ......" Elitrielle looked shocked.

Leimon Kerr nodded, "Yes, so be obedient, and you all go and rest." ”

The elves had no choice but to follow Othello and Yukan out of the room.

Shepard walked up to the balcony through the side door, invited Lemonkel to sit across from him, and poured him a cup full of tea soaked in flower petals and honey.

"The conditions are simple, there is nothing to entertain guests, I developed my own flower tea, please try it."

Lemonkel picked up the teacup carved from wood, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, took a small sip, tasted it, and said: "Very good, with a floral scent, and the fragrance and sweetness of honey, I like this thing very much." ”

Shepard smiled: "If you like it, I'll tell you how to make it later, and you can try to make it yourself when you have time." ”

Lemonkel looked at Shepard: "I didn't expect that there are also bad drinks among humans, I thought that you were the same as the dwarves, you were drunkards who hated to live with a wine barrel." ”

Shepadchi said, "Dwarves? ”

"Yes, in the northern part of the kingdom, in the rolling mountains live three clans of dwarves." Lemonkel did not hide it, "Although we don't like them, at least they don't like killing and war, just like us." ”

Shepard smiled and said helplessly: "Hey, it's a pity that war and killing are not subject to the will of one party. ”

Lemmon Kerr stared at Shepard: "Does His Excellency the Pope mean to threaten us?" ”

"Not really!" Shepard said without hesitation: "The meaning of the church is the same as that of elves and dwarves, we all desire to fight or live in peace, but you may not know that a fleet from another continent has landed in our north, and the human tribes in the north have already started a war with them, and they have suffered heavy casualties!" ”

Lemonkel frowned and said, "Can't you communicate?" ”

Shepard shook his head: "I think you may have some misunderstandings, among all the human forces from north to south, I would like to say that probably only we will choose to communicate with the elves as the first choice, if it is other tribes, there are probably many battles between the two sides." ”

Lemmon Kerr looked at Shepard: "I can't imagine that His Excellency the Pope would say this about his own kind. ”

"Humans are a very complex race," Shepard didn't care about the other party's doubts, "If you have the chance, you can go out and take a walk with our caravan, and we can't change this because fighting and plundering are the main means of communication between humans on this continent." ”

Lemonkel stared at Shepard for a long time before he whispered, "I believe what you say, Your Excellency the Pope, a strong man like you will not lie." ”

'Ah, what a good elf. Shepard shook his head in his heart, these elves were as kind and simple as the early stage in the game in their previous lives before they suffered the great losses of humans.

Fortunately, he really wanted to communicate peacefully with the elves, so he said with a straight face: "So, war will come sooner or later, Lemonkel, you and your people need to know this clearly, this day will not be far away." ”

"So, Your Excellency, what do you want to do?"

"Forge an alliance!" Shepard said decisively: "It's not humans and elves, but our Earldom of Orton, the human forces controlled by the [Church of Light], and your elves, or just your kingdom's alliance, it's okay!" We need advanced elf technology, smelting, forging, sewing, tanning, etc., etc ”

"Nothing is gratuitous, Your Excellency, what do we get?" Lemonker asked.

"The county of Ordon and the Church will lead humanity to become your fortress!" Shepard's gaze was calm as usual: "I know that the elven warriors are experienced and not afraid of sacrifice, but the number of enemies is more than a hundred times that of yours!" You will never be a match for humanity! So as long as you have a small number of men to join the battle, and take care of the main defensive tasks, and arrange for experienced warriors to train new recruits for us! ”

“…… I need to bring this matter back to King Landil, Your Excellency the Pope, for I cannot decide on such a matter of great importance. Lemmon Kerr said abruptly.

Shepard bowed slightly: "I understand, I have made a list detailing the responsibilities and contributions of both parties, and I can conclude a covenant with you on behalf of the church in the name of the gods, so you can not worry, ...... other"

He suddenly leaned out, looked at Lemenkel, and whispered, "Please tell King Landil if he thinks about the next step...... If I'm interested, I'd like him to come and interview me. ”

Looking at the puzzled Lemonker, Shepard smiled: "In addition, I have a small suggestion, or advice, Lemonker, to tell all of your clansmen, next time, don't trust humans to enter other people's territory so easily, especially, don't trust other forces other than the church. ”

*

The elven team hurried out of the church city, and Lemonkel carried a large roll of parchment with dense writing on it, and on it was attached to Shepard's divine magic, which would not interfere with the elven king's reading.

Shepard, who had sent the elf away and stretched, twisted his neck, confirmed the location of the clone in the psychic connection, and whispered to himself: "It's almost time......

*

The harsh sunlight shone on the battlefield, and the battlefield was a mess after the battle, with uncleaned wreckage, corpses of various shapes, and birds feeding on carrion coiling low in the air, looking for a suitable lunch.

Shepard walked from the grass in the distance, smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, frowned and shook his head, he bypassed the battlefield, followed the traces on the ground and walked a few hundred meters north, and the noisy voices of horses and horses gradually reached his ears.

He slowed his pace, avoiding the light and dark sentries on the road, and did not stop until he was beside a large camp.

The wooden walls of the camp still show signs of being cut down and roasted by fire, and there are many people inside and outside the camp, in addition to humans who are slightly different from the races of the New World, there are many alien races.

Shepard hid next to the camp, listening intently to the sound of conversation in the wind, although in the previous life in the game had lingua franca skills, but unfortunately did not bring it with him when he crossed, and now he had to borrow the authority of the gods and consume divine power to study in a surprise attack.

A human male dressed as an adventurer, also carrying a longbow and a short sword, walked out of the camp, and the church warrior at the door greeted him, "Trogger! Where to? ”

"Pee." Troger replied coldly, and the warrior was bored, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

The colleague next to him saw the adventurer walking away, so he bumped into him: "Say you're a rookie, right?" This guy is notoriously poor, relying on his strong fighting level, he doesn't take people very seriously, I heard that he also wants to accumulate merits for a noble status, and go back to his hometown to marry the daughter of his lord's family! ”

"Just him? Phew. The boring warrior snorted and expressed disdain.

After a few more moments, Troger's figure returned from the woods, passed by the gatekeepers, and walked into the camp without saying a word.

'Why do you feel like this guy is a little fatter?' A thought crossed the mind of the warrior guarding the gate, and he did not bother to delve into the rudeness of the adventurer.

In the place of Troger, Shepard strolled into the Expeditionary Force's garrison, which was a small garrison and not an important garrison.

When you enter the door and look to the side, there are many one-man high cages not far away, which hold prisoners of war obtained in battle, all of whom are natives of the New World.

There were a few soldiers training next to him, and a priest in a very luxurious priest's robe was counting the spoils of war on the other side, and his expression was not like a priest, but like a businessman.

"Lady Fortune's priest......" Shepard's mouth curled into a slightly mocking smile, only a priest in Woking would wear such extravagant clothes like an upstart, and more like a businessman than like a priest.

Adventurers are an unpleasant but indispensable part of the city-states and kingdoms of the Old World, whether it is the nobles or the church, as long as they pay a bounty, these greedy hyenas will listen to the wind and deal with those things that the civilians are helpless, the army is dirty and tired, and the priests are unwilling to do.

The first expeditionary force also brought with them a number of adventurers, most of whom were familiar faces who had served the church for some time, and continued to do the dirty work for the expeditionary force in the New World, so that these people walked around the camp and sometimes went unnoticed.