Melita Bernia is a graceful person, as a high-ranking agent of the Mithril Vault, a person who enjoys a special position in the organization, she has always dealt only with transcendent and great people, no matter how imposing they are, or they are notorious, or have an eccentric temperament, she can always maintain her grace and ensure the smooth running of every transaction in grace.

"How do you sell the Eternal Slate?"

"Quack—"

You see, that's not elegant enough, is it?

Melita didn't come up in one breath and almost squirted out her veil, but she was a character who had experienced strong winds and waves, and she calmed down for the first time, and looked at Gao Wen with an indifferent face with a calm face and a shocked face: "You...... Did you just talk about the Eternal Slate? ”

"yes," Gawain nodded, "of course, I'm not talking about a whole piece, even bits and pieces." ”

"Your tone...... It's like buying cabbage, I'm really scared by you," Melita coughed awkwardly, confirming that Gawain was referring to a fragment of the Eternal Slab, "You know, there is no one in this world who would talk about those gifts of the gods in such a tone and attitude. ”

Gawain felt that his attitude seemed to be a bit problematic, but he couldn't help it: even if he inherited Gawain Cecil's memories, his personality was still his own, and emotionally he couldn't substitute himself as a pure local native, and how much awe he had for the Eternal Slate, and those pieces of metal were just a bunch of research materials in his mind - it was scary to kill the information stored inside......

And besides, even if Gawain Cecil was here, he probably wouldn't have been in awe when he mentioned the Eternal Slate, because that Gawain Cecil wasn't a believer either, and as a mud-legged nobleman of the Second Pioneer Era, he rarely had a sense of reverence for anything.

"Ahem, people who have died once, they can see things more openly," Gawain casually waved his hand to cover up this embarrassment, and then looked into Melita's eyes, "Or talk about the Eternal Tablet - isn't there any fragment of the Eternal Stone in an organization like the Mithril Vault?" ”

"The fragments of the Eternal Stone Tablet are in the hands of the major sects, they are their holy relics, and they will not be handed over to the Mithril Treasury for safekeeping," Melita shook her head, "You should be aware of that. ”

"But I know one more thing: the great sects have kept nothing more than large fragments, and many of those small fragments have been left in the hands of kings and nobles, and collectors, and there is no greater collector in the world than your Mithril Treasury."

Melita furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and only after a long time did she speak softly: "You're right, the Mithril Treasury does have some slate fragments in our hands, but most of our collections are only kept on behalf of others, just like the crystals you handed over to us back then, for this part of the collection, the Treasury will strictly abide by the agreement and will never let it leak out." Unfortunately, all of the Eternal Slab Fragments are currently owned by the original owner, and none of them are relinquishing ownership of the collection, so please forgive me for not being able to sell them, and I can't show them to you without the permission of the original owner. ”

Looking at Melita's attitude, Gawain knew that this matter was not negotiable.

The Mithril Treasury is known for its credibility, as is their ability to maintain it.

However, after a few seconds of slightly awkward silence, Melita continued: "Of course, if you are willing to wait, there may be a slate or two that are negotiable......"

"Oh?"

"I can't reveal the original owner's information, but I can tell you that there is a customer who made the wrong choice in fulfilling the contract and made a very irrational breach of contract with the Mithril Treasury, and we have reason to believe that he has no way to compensate, so - what he has in the Treasury will soon become a sale."

Although Melita was smiling and saying these words in an elegant and gentle tone, Amber, who was standing behind Gawain, couldn't help but shiver all over, and a cool breath came out from head to toe.

"W-you guys are scary." Miss Half-Elf couldn't help but mutter.

Gawain didn't ask who the mysterious defaulter was, nor did he care who the Mithril Treasury was doing business with, he just nodded faintly: "Then I'll wait." But I still have to make sure - how do you sell the Eternal Slate? ”

It is really necessary to inquire about the price clearly, otherwise it will be embarrassing if the cowhide is blown up and there is no money to buy it, and it will be even more embarrassing than Melita's "guff" just now. Although Gawain, who was sitting on the coffin book of the kingdom, felt that he had a few spare money on hand, the value of such a thing as the Eternal Stone Tablet could not be measured in terms of money at all, and God knows what price the Mithril Treasury would offer?

Melita had already adjusted to Gawain's reality at this time, and she smiled faintly: "The value of the Eternal Stone Tablet cannot be measured in money, and the Mithril Treasury does not need to be sold for money, so we want something else, preferably a rare treasure worth collecting, such as the ancient relics of the Gondor period, I believe you can take it out, and if you don't want to, those crystals that you gave to the treasury for safekeeping can also do." Of course, the best thing is that you have another Eternal Slab Fragment on hand, which is the most convenient and we can exchange it directly. ”

Gawain listened, and his heart suddenly moved: those crystals that he gave to the Mithril Treasury at the beginning had the same value as the Eternal Stone Tablet in the eyes of the other party?

He believed that the Mithril Treasury would not talk casually in this regard, the other party's ability to identify treasures was well known to the world, and they never traded at a loss, so ...... Do they know where those crystals come from? Or at least know what it's worth?

But Gawain wasn't sure if he could put the question directly with Melita, and after careful consideration, he decided to give it a little bit in the most natural way possible: "It seems that in your eyes, those crystals are valuable?" ”

"According to the way the Mithril Treasury is classified, there are three kinds of treasures other than natural products, the first is the treasure that can be reproduced by human hands, and most of the so-called jewels belong to this category; The second is the hand-made treasures that are no longer recoverable, such as the ancient relics of the Gondor Empire or even older; The third is the otherworldly and wonderful, which ...... Not by human hands. ”

Melita said, her eyes slightly curved, and she looked at Gawain with a smile: "Those crystals, and the fragments of the Eternal Slate, they are not from human hands. ”

……

Boundless and moody, sometimes calm, sometimes devouring, destroying the strongest ships and reefs in a rage, like a cradle when calm – beneath that lies another dark and deep world.

This is the ocean.

Humans have conquered the whole land, but they can't conquer the ocean, beyond the continent of Loren, there is a far wider impermanent water than the continent, but in the last seven hundred years, the farthest steps of human beings to the sea will not exceed the range of the coastal lighthouse, because outside the lighthouse, the sea is far more manic than it seems, the fragile wooden ships built by humans cannot resist the storms of the far sea, and the dense fog and chaotic magical environment that appear from time to time on the sea will make the most experienced captains lose their course.

Before the Church of the Lord of the Storm was transformed into a cult of darkness, the priests of the Lord of the Storm were the only shelter and guide for humanity when sailing outside the confines of the lighthouse, and those priests who were protected by the gods were able to find the right route back to the harbor in the chaos and darkness, but after the Church of the Lord of the Storm broke with all Orthodox Christianity and degenerated into a dark sect, all ocean routes came to an end, and people had to stay away from the sea in fear. The captains and sailors of the old days who dared to hunt for riches on the far seas have become cowards who dare only to sail along the coastline, and the priests and priests of the Lord of the Storms, who have left the continent and the eyes of the world, have sailed into the far seas, and have since been renamed the Children of the Storm.

They no longer believe in and worship the Lord of the Storm, but instead worship the Storm itself, believing that the tide will destroy the whole world, either by way of high tide or by low tide.

In the depths of the eastern Endless Sea, on a large nameless reef, the Children of the Storm are intensively repairing fortifications, repairing totems, and setting up temporary barriers, and the cloudy sky is like an inverted whirlpool, in which strong winds and thunder are brewing, and torrential rain is constantly pouring down from the sky, blurring the boundary between heaven and sea, and even giving people the feeling that the sea is about to hang upside down.

Even in the stormy Endless Sea, this terrifying celestial phenomenon rarely appears, and it only means one thing: those Krakens are coming again.

A storm priest stood on a lookout in the middle of a storm, his black robes hunting in the wind, the rain seemed to be unable to interfere with his vision, he just stared at the increasingly violent waters, as if he were looking into an abyss.

The Endless Sea, which envelops the world with impermanent water, hides the maddening truths deep and leaves mortals with an illusion as gentle as water, and the foolish mortals—what little bit of sanity and wisdom they have left—come into play, and these senses and wisdom instinctively make them awe the Endless Ocean and stay away from its deepest depths in awe.

This weakness may be the best gift left to humanity by the Creator, but alas, the children of the storm who once faced the truth have lost this happiness of escape.

The whirlpool of dark clouds in the sky descended a little, and the terrifying sound of wind and thunder continued to pour into his ears, and the Storm Priest raised his head and saw that abnormal waves were rolling on the distant sea level, and something vague was emerging from under the surface of the sea, which were terrifying and hideous, dozens or even hundreds of times larger than normal creatures, and between them, there were some small female figures.

Ordinary people who saw this scene for the first time would probably think that those "witches" were harnessing those giant beasts, but the Storm Priest, who had dealt with the Kraken many times, knew very well that those behemoths were not harnessed monsters at all, they were all Krakens just like the female figures mixed in them.

"They" are the same race, but they have an infinite number of incarnations of terror.

The trumpet of the sea soul was blown, and the children of the storm rushed to the battle position, and the voice of the main priest pierced through the storm and resounded throughout the islands and reefs:

"The Kraken is coming!!"

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