Roland already knew why his own electoral trials had failed.

"Dusk is coming, and the tired bird leaves the nest, never to return—"

This is the code to open the box, a section of the Winter Elves' narrative epic "The Raven of Ilamat".

As a branch of elves, the Winter Elves can be regarded as the purest group of bloodlines in the entire Bronze Race, and if it weren't for the unclear relationship between them and the devil, they would not have been banished to the cold northlands.

But regardless of whether the Winter Elves have made friends with the devil or not, people can't deny their long history.

Since the Sage disappeared from the world, the High Elves, who had lost the protection of Gaia's father, bowed their noble heads and chose faith for the sake of the continuation of their race.

Because the blood of silver was so pure, after they chose their faith and moved as a result, their bodies quickly underwent irreversible mutations as they had to adapt to the changes in their living environment. Even after losing its original form, the silver blood quickly faded away, but it also gave them the capital to continue to live in the new era.

For example, the Dryads have folds under their feet that are suitable for climbing and jumping, and the Night Elves have the supernatural ability to become invisible in the shadows at will. And the winter elves who chose to take refuge in the devil back then also got the same black hair and black eyes as the devil.

But one thing to note -

That is, the Winter Elves are not called Winter Elves because they were banished to the Northland, where snow falls all year round, but because these elves were all members of the Winter Fruit Society before they chose to make a deal with the devil.

The purpose of the Winter Fruit Society is to collect, study, and bury. The most literary scholars of this group of High Elves are constantly searching for secrets in their almost infinite lives. Unlike the Society of Truth, this group of scholars, perhaps the purest in the world, wants only to study these secrets in order to fill their undying curiosity.

Whether it's ancient poems, legends, or antiques, the Winter Fruit Club will not refuse to come.

And all they want is research, but they don't want to do it any good for themselves or their race. So until the elves split, the elves outside of the Winter Fruit Society didn't even know how far their research had got.

Of course, if they had a general understanding of the secrets held by the Winter Elves, the damage caused to them by the fact that the Winter Elves did not hesitate to make a deal with the devil would be even more immeasurable.

When the White Tower collapsed, Roland once asserted that no one could surpass the Winter Elves in the study of history; For the exploration of the future, no one can surpass the wizard of the White Tower. No one could overturn this sentence until Roland came to the world of Faense.

Because of this, the Winter Elves' poems are known as "poems written in secret" by players, and many players memorize them by heart. Many players joked that they didn't even pay so much attention to learning.

The next sentence of "never to return" is the story of the second time Iramat Ramat's crow appears in human vision.

It looked at Purgatory in the deep snow, and the smoke rose like a giant kiln.

Its heart is merciful, and it weeps and weeps. Thorns grew on their foreheads, and many people were rescued by knotting bridges.

It is bowed down by the living, and shouts as king, and thorns as crowns.

Roland already had a hunch about this, but he didn't expect this test to come so quickly.

Therefore, it was only a short time before he figured out the reason for his failure.

Didn't save those innocent people.

The Sleeping Mentor is not only a god who masters plague and death, but also the realms of rebirth, revenge, and forgiveness are also part of the Sleeping Mentor.

Roland already had the most basic understanding of the Sleeping Mentor, and his every move began to be perceived by the Sleeping Mentor. Roland's successful burning of the city at a very low level obviously attracted the attention of the Sleeping Mentor, but his subsequent indifferent actions obviously disappointed the Sleeping Mentor who had spent a lot of effort to cross the barrier of Gaia's wall and cast his eyes on.

Roland could even guess what kind of story the adult wanted to see.

It is nothing more than causing a fire, crying and shaking the sky, people's hearts are full of despair, and when they are dying, they repent of their past crimes, and swear to heaven that they will definitely be a good person in the next life.

At this time, the man who set the fire rescued the people in the fire as a savior, and the people who escaped the death were very grateful to him and were willing to sacrifice their loyalty to him until death. Then the arsonist followed the good steps and told people to be good people and do good deeds - and so the sinful city was reborn in the fire, and the people were saved and began to do good.

Disillusionment, disaster, conspiracy, deception, salvation, and a positive tone.

…… It's just a deep well of ice.

Roland didn't approve of this boring and bloody script at all. But that's what the boss wants to see. If this kind of simple story can't be played, how can the boss rest assured that he will hand over the position of agent to Roland?

That's good, I'll play it for you if you want to see it-

Thinking like this, Roland is also very single, and he came to the city of wealth.

It's not that he can't find a second sick village—there are not many towns like this in Carral where there are more potholes in the town's heads than in the roads—Roland simply thought that if he wanted to do it, he had to do his best.

There is nothing more to be saved than the people of the City of Wealth, and nothing is more to be saved than the people of the City of Wealth.

Again, if such simple things can't be done, what kind of face does Roland have to be the Pope of the Sleeping Master? And what courage do you have to face the twilight species that is thousands of times more dangerous?

Roland ate a bowl of smoothie in front of him in small bites, chatting and laughing with the two mountain nobles.

"So, Sister Herlan, you're here to send your sister a letter of introduction?"

Nicole asked with a wink.

"Well, that's right."

Roland nodded, revealing a gentle smile: "In the City of Wealth, you can't even live a night without a letter of introduction." After all, this is the city of wealth, the most prosperous place in the whole of Faense in the world. If you can easily live here without a letter of introduction, wouldn't all cats and dogs be able to come in? ”

The two mountain nobles nodded knowingly, with a look of empathy.

It's not hard to understand that this rule is everywhere. Not to mention that both of them are nobles, and they usually see a lot of this kind of thing, so it is naturally impossible to be suspicious.

But because of this, they don't know that this rule exists everywhere, but the city of wealth cannot have it.

With the sheer chaos of this place, cloaked in the false cloak of order, it is impossible for those who have no skills and are simply waiting for their luck to survive - at least not as human beings.

Being caught and forced to sign a mandatory contract, being a nightingale or bloody nails is considered good. People whose souls have been deceived by the devil can form a reinforced platoon every day; There are also many undead who have settled here, and every once in a while they need fresh corpses to mend their bodies; There may be a lot of dark wizards who need some materials for human experimentation, and witches will also want a quiet, well-dressed and shiny doll - without paying for Su Ze's dolls that are several times more expensive than humans.

Even corpses turn into gold coins here. In the City of Wealth, there is nothing that cannot be sold - except for body and soul, even the body after death can be sold for a good price.

Of course, this refers to the fact that someone was not deceived into signing a treaty full of loopholes, but sold his body at a normal price.

Therefore, the City of Fortune will not prevent anyone from entering at all. Because except for a very few people who can survive here, the result of everyone else entering this place is to be frantically squeezed every cent of the value, and then all of them are supplied to the very few people at the top of the pyramid.

"Then sister, why didn't you ask someone to send your letter of introduction?"

Nia asked, confused.

"Because these letters of introduction don't have the name of the person being introduced, what if the person who sent the letter steals it directly, although it doesn't take much effort to write it again, but this thing can also be sold for a lot of money in the outside world...... Speaking of which, who wrote your letter of introduction? ”

The black-haired aristocratic lady asked casually.

"Donald," Royce said calmly as he reached out to stop Nya who was about to speak, "it's Donald's." ”

"Oh? Donald the Silent Wizard? Then you should take good care of your letter of introduction and don't let anyone steal it. ”

Herlan opened his mouth in surprise, and his tone was full of amazement: "You must know that there are not many wizards in Karar - even fewer wizards from Fararuo. ”

Suddenly, a light green glow suddenly appeared on Roland's body, and then the light fluctuated suddenly.

The aristocratic young man from Fararo narrowed his eyes, then glanced at Nia.

This aura looks a lot like a schanting monster. But Les knew that the druid's teleportation magic was also a light of this color.

"Have you arrived? Well, okay, I'll get over it. ”

Watching Miss "Herland" talk to herself, Les and Nia politely kept silent, waiting for the noble lady born in the city of wealth to finish.

"Sorry, I have to leave right now......"

"I'll settle the bill, we'll have to eat a little longer," Les said suddenly, "Sister Herlan, go pick it up." ”

"Well, I'll invite you the next time I see you."

The black-robed girl nodded, then picked up her suitcase and hurried out.

As soon as he turned a corner, Roland stopped.

The look that was extremely anxious before also calmed down.

He lifted his sleeve and noticed that the letter of introduction inside had disappeared for some time.

"Huh...... As expected," a pleasant and malicious smile hung on the corner of Roland's mouth, and he whispered, "I give this damn work, I give it ten points." ”