The mages of the council were accustomed to meetings and were happy to hold meetings, and they liked to put most of the things that happened in Thras in order in the meetings, whether it was to settle disputes or emergencies, and the councillors always made decisions with the will of the majority after discussion and quarrels, invectives and cannons.

Although sometimes things are handled slowly, most of the time when the legend is still alive, this method is quite reliable, under the cover of the barrier, whether it is a councilor or a legend, the things they have to face and solve are basically not a big deal, factional disputes between mages, the outbreak of plagues among civilians, or the fragile ecological needs of a certain place to balance, in short, except for the conflicts between people, the rest are things that are far below the level of councilors.

Wells's mansion was bustling with activity again today, and the servants and mages here had to take care of the day-to-day affairs, and they had to receive the two councillors who would soon be at the mansion, and they would probably stay here for a short time, and then go to the castle of the flame remnants near here, beyond the barrier.

In Ning Yue's opinion, these mages sometimes make a lot of things extremely complicated, but they are hindered by their own clumsy way of handling things, which slows down the efficiency of solving things without limit.

He and Sith had been in the Wells mansion for nearly a day, during which time they had to wait for the council to discuss who would follow them to the castle, and for the council itself to approve their request to return to the castle - the remnants of the flames were now part of the Thras, naturally under the jurisdiction of the council, and then in the near future, the council would vacate two seats for the remnants of the flames.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

"Please come in. Ning Yue's voice sounded from the sofa, hoarse and calm, without any impatience - although he was already very impatient.

"Mr. Ning Yue. The mage dressed as an attendant stood at the door, bowed slightly, his voice was full of respect, and said to Ning Yue, who was facing away from him, sitting on the sofa holding a book and watching: "The meeting of the council has begun, Lord Wells said that you can go to the hearing as a reserve member, and I can lead the way for you." ”

"No need," Ning Yue's voice continued on the sofa with his back to him, "I'll just wait here for the results." ”

Maybe the Sith will pass, but he won't.

So the attendant outside the door nodded, not at a loss because of Ning Yue's refusal, he was about to close the door, but was stopped by Ning Yue again.

"Wait a minute," Ning Yue said, holding the book and waving his hand: "You go and get me a bottle of your fruit wine, take a few more bottles, the dark red one." ”

"Yes. The attendant replied that he would report the results to Wells, and the other attendants would bring him wine.

What kind of book is this hillbilly reading?

The attendant still vaguely saw the cover of the book.

"On the Origin of Runes: The Dragon's Language of the Last Age." ”

Hearing the door close behind him, Ning Yue sighed and twitched his nose, probably thinking of the aroma of the fruit wine he was about to drink.

He still has some patience to wait, but he doesn't know if Luo Yu, who is still in the castle and took the initiative to summon them, has the patience to continue to wait.

......

The wait is long, especially when you don't know what the outcome will be.

Lycrillus stood on the city wall, like an equally gigantic sculpture behind him, looking with them into the distance in an unknown direction, black mist and expressionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the chewing sound behind him finally stopped.

Lycrillus turned, and at the feet of the colossal statue had gathered almost all of the city's monsters left after a catastrophe, but now only a humanoid figure wrapped itself in a tattered burqa loomed in the black mist, staring up at him.

Lick's heart sank, he jumped down from the wall, gathered away his never-departing staff of civilization, held his hat in his hand, walked slowly to the standing humanoid, and then lowered his head unguarded.

It was a bit inappropriate to say that it was humanoid, in fact, except for the tattered gray burqa, the rest of the body parts seemed to be hidden in the dark, and although Lick didn't look closely, he could see the bulges and flows hidden under the clothes.

Who knows what exactly is hidden under this robe.

The humanoid watched as Lick stopped in front of it, a small red bright spot on its dark face like its eyes. It started with a small, high-pitched, shrill sound, subtle but somewhat disturbing.

Then the voice gradually changed, like a radio on FM, and the high, high, low, high, and low voices rustled, and finally became a dry and hoarse human voice, but like a robot, emotionless.

“...... It's here. ”

Lick was silent.

"We're all a little similar now. ”

Rick bowed, staring at the ground, at the feet of the humanoid creature, as if something had just escaped from under his robes, and then slipped back, "I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

"Hehehehe......" it let out a sluggish laugh, and then said something else: "The statues of the three knights have withered. ”

Rick followed its words and looked at the three huge statues at the main entrance, they were not fully visible under the black mist, they were still magnificent, but they were slightly damaged.

The statues were huge, not as exaggerated as the body of the adult standing in front of him now, but they were already terrifying.

"Do you know where they're looking?"

Of course, Licklellus didn't know: "My lord, I don't know. ”

"This was once a battlefield, where the victors built a city, and the direction of the three horsemen's gaze was where the losers lived, and as long as the statue remained, the loser could not cross the line. ”

The other party said it succinctly, and Lycrillus had no intention of continuing to pursue history. He wasn't interested in the last century thousands of years ago, and as for these old monsters who had lived for an unknown number of years, it was better not to show too much curiosity about them.

So Lick didn't answer.

"I'm going to go over there. The humanoid continued, "The Three Horsemen have been reduced to dust with their master, and the stupid fellows are still trapped in a ridiculous oath, and they may have been suppressed long enough under this black fog, and I will release them. As for you,"

Rick owes himself a debt and says he obeys the arrangement.

"Go lurk around Thras, you just have to wait for the moment. The Pale Lord's surprise will keep us busy for a long time. ”

"I've just been resurrected, I'm still weak, and the Speaker and Mion ......"

"You don't need to think about it. Don't go near that little hood is. ”