Swart sighed, his hands over his face. "Your opinion, then, Pastor?"

Elistan was silent for a moment, then he replied. "Mishakai's platinum plate states that the essence of evil is cannibalism.

Therefore they are doomed. He put his hand on Swart's shoulder. "I don't know what the outcome of the meeting will be. The that led me didn't tell me the answer.

Maybe even they don't know that the world is in balance, and only our decisions can change it.

I know only one thing: when you enter the room, don't think you're doomed, because that will be the first victory of evil. ”

With that, Elistan quietly left the tent.

After the priest was gone, Swart sat silently. The whole world fell silent, he thought.

Even the evening breeze had subsided, and the thick dark clouds were low and twilight, making the sound of the trumpet announcing the beginning of the day stiff.

A rustling sound caught his attention. Michael was slowly putting away the maps scattered all over the ground.

Swart looked up and rubbed his tired eyes.

"What do you think?"

"About what? Elves?"

"It's the priest. Swart said as he looked at the population of the tent.

"He's not who we think he is. Michael replied, his gaze following Swart's.

"Rather, it's closer to the legends we've heard, the priests who guided the knights before the cataclysm. He's not like some cheated guys.

Elistan is the kind of person who will follow you on the battlefield, bringing Paladin's blessings in one hand and fighting with a needle hammer in the other.

He wears an amulet that no one has seen since the gods abandoned us. But is he really a pastor?" Michael shrugged.

"Just a talisman can't convince me. ”

"I agree. Swart stood up and walked over to the opening of the tent. "It's time too. Stay here, Michael, so you'll know when there's any movement. ”

He was about to leave, and stopped at the door of the tent. "That's weird, Michael. He muttered, looking at Elistan, who from this distance was nothing more than a small white spot.

"We have always looked to God for hope, and we have faith without believing in any magic.

But now we turn to the hope that magic provides, and when true faith comes to us, we doubt it. ”

Sir Michael did not reply. Swart shook his head and strolled towards the St. White Rock Prairie.

As Swart said, the people of Kinrania have always been very devout to the gods.

A long time ago, before the Cataclysm, this Tongbaishi prairie was once the center of the Holy Land.

I don't know when the sight of the Holy White Stone has attracted the attention of countless people.

Ishtar's cult had blessed it himself, declaring that the sacred white stone belonged only to the great gods, and that no mortal could touch it.

Even after the cataclysm, the belief in the old gods disappeared, and the grassland was still considered a sacred place. The reason may be that even the cataclysm cannot affect this great land.

It is said that when a huge mountain range descended from the sky, the ground around the sacred white stone was completely shattered, but the white stone itself was not damaged at all.

The huge Holy White Stone involuntarily inspires awe, and even now no one dares to approach or even touch it.

What exactly its magical power is, no one knows. Everyone only knows that the vicinity of St. Baishi is always like spring all year round. No matter how cold the weather is, the grassland is always verdant.

Although Swart's heart was heavy, as soon as he stepped into the prairie and breathed in its fresh air, he was immediately able to relax.

For a moment, he felt Elistan's hand on his shoulder again, bringing him peace of mind.

He quickly looked around, and everything was ready. Huge wooden chairs, with intricately carved backs, have long been placed on the verdant grass.

Five deputies with voting rights in the council are located on the left side of the St. White Stone, and three advisory deputies are on the right.

In front of it was a sitting bench set up according to the rules of the knights, and the polished chairs were facing St. Baishi and all the members of the council.

Many Witnesses had arrived, and Swart noticed. Most of the elves who had come with the Sunsinger and the elves of the Sivanasti tribe had already begun to take their seats.

The elves of the two races, who hated each other, sat very close together, keeping a certain distance from the other humans seated. Everyone sat quietly;

Some were commemorating the famine, while others, like the cowards who didn't commemorate the famine, were looking around in admiration.

The first row of seats is reserved for dignitaries of the Parliament, or for speakers who are ready to address the Assembly.

Swart saw the Singer's solemn-faced son, Bo Xiutu, walking in with a group of elven warriors.

They sit closest to the front. Swart remembered Elistan and didn't know where he was sitting. He wanted to talk to him.

He was impressed by what the man had said (even though he was a deceitful charlatan), and he wished he could hear them again.

As he searched for Elistan in vain, he found three strange creatures sitting in the front row: an old mage with a floppy hat, his Kander friends, and the gnomes they had brought back from the Forget It Mountains.

The three of them came back in the dust last night.

Swart was forced to turn his attention back to the White Stone. Advisory representatives of the Parliament began to take their seats. There were only two people who came: Quinas on behalf of Sivanasti, and the Sun Chanter on behalf of Wellington.

Swalem observed the Singer with curiosity, as he was one of the few creatures on Claes who had seen the Cataclysm.

The singer looks sympathetically old. His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled.

But when he sat down and began to look at the auditorium, Swart noticed that his eyes were still bright. Bianas sat beside the Chancellor.

Swart recognized the elf, who was as stubborn and proud as Bosho of Wellington, but lacked the intelligence that Bo Friar possessed.

As for Friar Bow, Swart felt that he might one day learn to like the eldest son of the Chancellor. Friar Bo has traits that every knight admires, with the exception of his bad temper.

Swart's observation was interrupted, as it was time for the voting representative, and Swart had to sit down.

The first to walk in was Mo Ka-Song, the representative of Northern Atlantis, a dark-skinned man with iron-gray hair and thick arms.

Next came Seton. Representative of the colony of Von Schal St. Quest, and finally Sir Swart, representative of the Knight of Kinrania.

Once everyone had taken their seats, Swart took one last look around once.

The huge Holy White Stone shone with a strange light behind him, and it seemed that the sun would not appear today.

On the other side of the White Stone sat the Chancellor, and next to him sat Quinas. Opposite them, facing the council, are the Witnesses who sit on a bench.

The Kander sat a little cowering, his little feet bobbing back and forth. Lind kept flipping through a large pile of reports, and Swart shuddered, hoping that he would have time to put together a condensed version.

The old mage stretched and looked around boredly.

Everything is ready. With a gesture, Swart walked in as two knights walked in, holding a wooden chest and a gold pedestal. When everyone saw the secret treasure of the dragon god entering, they were silent.

The knight stopped and stood directly in front of the white-stone soldier. Here, one knight placed the pedestal on the ground, while the other lowered the chest and carefully took out the dragon god's secret treasure, which was about two feet in diameter and returned to its original size.

There was a murmur from the crowd. The Sun Singer frowned and shifted his sitting position restlessly.

His son, Friar Bo, turned to the elven nobleman behind him.

Swart noticed that the elves were all carrying weapons. With his limited knowledge of elves, this was not a good sign.

But he had no choice but to continue. When order was restored, Lord Swalt Tungsten Westin announced, "The Council of St. Whitestone has officially begun. ”

Two minutes later, even Tyrokoshi could see that the situation was really messy. Before Sir Swart could finish his welcome, the Sun Singer stood up.

"I'm going to say it's simple. The elven leader said in a voice comparable to the iron-gray clouds above him, "The Elves of Sivanasti, Wellington, and Kaganasti convened a meeting immediately after the Dragon God's Secret Treasure was stolen.

This was the first time since the Garden Wall War that the elves of the three clans had met. He paused, reinforcing the tone of his last sentence, and he continued.

"We have decided to put aside our different positions and agree that the dragon god's secret treasure belongs to the elves.

And not humans or any other race. Therefore, we came to the Council of the Holy White Stone and demanded that the secret treasure of the dragon god be returned to us.

We promise to bring the Dragon's Treasure back to our territory and protect it until the time comes when the time comes to use it. “

The singer sat down and scanned the audience with deep black eyes, the silence gradually broken by whispers.

The other members of the council, the delegates sitting next to Sir Swart, shook their heads with solemn faces.

The representative of Northern Atlantis whispered to Sir Swart, clenched his fists to emphasize what he said.

The atmosphere in the meeting became very awkward for a while, everyone was thinking about their own scheming, and the words spoken were equally aggressive, like an invisible sword passing through the table, this is the battlefield!

The leader of the elves refused to back down in the slightest, and was extremely resolute in his attitude towards returning the ownership of the dragon god's secret treasure, as if it was born to be an elven thing.

The singer looked coldly at the red-faced crowd, and he responded with his usual silence.