It wasn't the first time I'd entered the fortress, and the guards weren't wary of this familiar visitor. In the name of visiting my old friend, the court mage Kasemer, I entered the fortress under the stone as usual.

The lord's uncle, Lajek, was not a hermit in seclusion. As a blood relative and right-hand man of Lord Igmund, Lajek was often involved in the politics of Marcus City, and there were many people who wanted to meet this powerful lord, so the location of his residence was not a secret and sensitive subject for most people.

The location of Lajek's room was quickly ascertained, but how to get the stolen goods into his room was a difficult one, with two guards dutifully guarding the entrance, and they did not look like they could be bribed or lured away.

Just as I was thinking about what to do, a dog barked from outside, along with a violent scolding in Elven language.

"Stupid dog!"

Luckily, for me the dog is not stupid at all, but rather a very clever animal.

……

A high-elf official in the robes of Master Mo walked up and down the halls outside the lord's palace, followed by two men wearing moonstone armor. He must have made the sound, for I noticed that two fierce hounds were barking at them on the ground nearby.

I don't have a good impression of the tall elves in the Somo uniform, the first two encounters with them had a terrible conflict, and if it weren't for my skill, I might have had to be in their hands twice. Now that I'm not what I used to be, I'm sworn I'll pay a terrible price if I encounter these Somo soldiers in the field with bad intentions against me.

However, this is the territory of the Lord of Igmund, and not far away is the main hall where the lord handles official business, and due to the constraints of the occasion, it seems that my third meeting with the high elves should not cause conflict.

"Hey, that Manmo, come here!"

Seeing an unknown outsider walking in their direction, the High Elf official at the head of me sent me an unruly invitation. As for the word Manmo mentioned in his discourse, it refers to the Brightons, because the Brightons are the one that contains the most elven blood among all the human branches, so in the Elven language, the words "Man" representing humans and "Mo" representing elves are combined into "Manmo", that is, "human elves".

"Huh? What's the matter? ”

"Hmph, you should answer what is there to do for me!"

Well, I wasn't surprised to hear such a reply, the virtues of these high elves are nothing less than that. I was too lazy to conflict with him for such a boring reason, so I casually followed his request.

"Hehe, is there anything I can do for you, Lord Aurtemo?"

"I can't see a trace of the noble blood and fine character inherited from the elves from this guy......" Hearing my weak reply, the high elf official muttered to himself and complained, and then raised his voice and scolded me dissatisfiedly, "Cheer me up!" It's a great pleasure to be able to talk to the members of Somo! ”

"I'm honored to ......," I nodded blankly and continued, "I wonder if you have any teachings for me?" ”

The high-elf officer paced up to me, puffed up his chest and asked me in a domineering manner, "Do you believe in Talos?" ”

"Of course I don't believe it, he's a false god."

I already knew the consequences of answering other answers, so my answers were completely submissive to the other person's intentions.

"Well, that's pretty much ......" Hearing my answer, he was finally satisfied, and the High Elf official nodded secretly, and then began to preach to me in official words, "Talos can't be included in our gods, I'm here to correct the wrong beliefs of these hillbillies." ”

"Sounds like the Empire isn't quite happy to abide by the Platinum Treaty's ban on the Talos faith?"

"They always turn a blind eye to the false god beliefs that lie dormant and spread like a plague, so the Ancestor Shenzhou sent me to supervise and promote the process of banning. Don't worry, soon the lowly name of that false god will completely disappear from this land, and no one will be able to stop us. ”

"Uh, Lord Igmund can't either?"

"Hmph, the empire exists because we allowed it to exist, let alone that poor Nord lord. Without our support, he wouldn't even be able to sit in the palace now......"

Presumably the topic shifted in a sensitive direction, and the High Elf official stopped talking about these contents, but went straight to the point with his request.

"You, take these two stupid dogs away, and don't let him disturb us."

"No problem. If you're hungry, I can also help you inform the cook so he can cook you a delicious pot of dog broth. ”

"Don't force these useless beasts, quickly take these two beasts out for me!" (To be continued......)

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