Frederick was stunned for a long time, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed, and when he realized that he had found a treasure, he immediately looked at the elf in awe: "You mean, you can also memorize 148 Sanskrit texts? Your theological attainments are enough to be the vice-president of Wiener Theological Seminary!"

"Do you know what binds the spirits? Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Danny raised his index finger and looked at Frederick solemnly: "The momentary inspiration that human beings burst out of sex is more valuable than the 148 sacred texts that elves recite. The world resting on its laurels lacks discovery, questions and friends. Now that I've learned the algorithm, why do I have to memorize the questions? So it's enough to read the canon once, and I don't want to go back to a lifeless place like the Tower of Eternity. I will dig up all the miracles of the prophet and discover new secrets, and if I can revive the great prophet, I will even go so far as to dig up the relics of the prophet and beg him to teach me new knowledge. ”

Frederick was dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about?" his heart pounded violently, and he was so excited that he had waited for the elf to open his lips.

"Give you literacy. The remains of the Great Prophet were sealed in a crystal coffin and enshrined in St. Stephen's Cathedral, known as the Holy Remains. The elf immediately dipped his finger in the water and painted: "When I was studying the sacred texts in the Tower of Eternity, I discovered that the geographical location of the relics is very special: St. Stephen's Basilica is located in the center of the HRE Empire, just like the core point of the five-mang magic array. Radiating from the position of the holy remains, there are five ancient battlefields. ”

"To the north, there was a bloody war between Prusha and Silesia, the former absolutely trying to annex the latter, while the latter was at a stalemate with the industrial support of Silesa. To the east, there was a sea of desert blood under the Ottoman conquest, which had twice attacked the city of Wiener, but was repeatedly repulsed, and countless bloodshed were shed in the territorial battle. To the west is the expanding battlefield of the infinite aggression of the Fran Empire. To the southwest, the line of Lane, guarded by the William family, resisted the expansion of the Fran Empire and insisted on a never-ending defensive war. To the southeast, the elven-controlled Papal States suppressed the pagans all year round, and rebellions were a proud tradition of the locals, who would arm themselves to try to overthrow the pope at the slightest disagreement, and the war of independence never stopped. The elf quickly drew a geographical map of the water marks, and the five ancient battlefields vaguely echoed, forming the pinnacle of the pentagram.

Frederick frowned and said, "It's beautiful." What are you trying to express?"

"I don't know if you've traveled the world. I've wandered a long way, dabbled in a lot, and I learned only one thing. The elf struck solemnly in the middle of the pentagram: "Only the Wiener and Bafarian regions in the world are extremely hot and well-lit. Elsewhere, it was dark and foggy, light was scarce, and the sky at night was so hazy that not even a few stars could be seen, which was far from the starry sky of Wiener. This can severely affect the power of the charism. ”

"Is it because of the abundance of light that there are many knights in Bafaria and Vena?" Frederick pondered, "no wonder it is called divine grace." ”

"That's one thing, I'm talking about another kind of charism. The Great Prophet can bathe in the blessings of Heaven and draw energy from the glorious light. The unfathomable foundations of St. Stephen's Basilica were completely sealed off by the Holy See because the church was also one of the miracles, it was able to draw energy from the scorching sun to provide for certain people. The elf said bluntly, "I suspect the relics are still alive." St. Stephen's Cathedral is a magnificent design, with countless towers towering to absorb the energy of the scorching sun, so that the relics can survive in the crystal coffin for thousands of years. ”

Frederick was drinking tea when he suddenly knocked over the teacup and spilled a table. But he quickly picked up his handkerchief and tried to keep his face calmly: "You say, don't mind. You continue. ”

"However, the rest of the world is dimly lit and cannot be sustained by the scorching sun like St. Stephen's Cathedral. This gives a new meaning to the ancient battlefield: the blood of the warriors will make the local soil rich in fire, which will be washed deep into the soil by rain, and the annexes of the miracle will be enriched and transformed into work to support the operation of the miracle, so as to supplement the lack of light energy. Like a sick conspiracy theorist, the elf uttered sensational words: "Think! The great prophet left behind a vast book of divine wisdom that not only records profound wisdom, but also guides the purpose of the Council of Patriarchs." Why did the Elves sit idly by while watching the smoky continent, yet they allied themselves with the Habsburgs for centuries? Was it because the Elves loved peace? Why did the Papal States suppress the infidels all the time? No, no, I think the Great Prophet was a guy who knew the laws of war well, and he skillfully laid the fuse of geopolitical wars, like placing dominoes!"

The elves' questions erupted overwhelmingly, pointing out the mountains and rivers, and they were impassioned and generous: "Why does Wiener claim not to fall into the city? Isn't it because the hussars raided the Ottoman Emperor's guards twice? Will the relics still be alive? Think about it! When humanity stops the bloody wars, civilization will almost progress to the point where it can revive the relics!"

Danny speaks as fast as ever, strong and confident, and subtly accepts his point of view. Although all he said was wild speculation, Frederick pondered for a while and felt that he had a point:

The miracle is worth digging.

There's definitely a lot of money.

And powerful weapons?

Will there be God armed?

What are the elves talking about? The relics are still alive?

Let theologians take care of those philosophical matters...... All I care about is what is in the miracle......

If you don't have treasure and weapons, what qualifies you to be a miracle?

Frederick stared at the elves with his chin sternly propped up as he thought about it, and every time the elves said something crucial, Frederick would pretend to be listening, and seriously perfunctory him with "Well, yes, absolutely".

"So it was because of these dangerous thoughts that you were hunted down by the Elven Realm?" asked Frederick on a whim.

The elf's exposition was interrupted, and it took a moment for him to skillfully dip himself in water and draw a map, and with a few strokes he sketched the topography of the landscape near Wiener: "No, no, that's why they're hunting me down, because it's too disturbing to let me wander around the continent—you see, I know the approximate locations of ten miracles on the continent." It took me a week to familiarize myself with the terrain of Wiener and determine that the nearest miracle was thirty miles away. He drew a topographical map for Frederick to see, and immediately wiped it off alertly, stared him in the eye and said, "If you protect me from discovering miracles and investigating the secrets of the Great Prophet, I will pledge my allegiance to you and assist you until you ascend the throne and become emperor." How about it? Our demands are mutually reinforcing. Because you're from the William family, I'll be able to do the same, even though you're not half as old as me. ”

The elf, who looked like he was only 20 years old, said old-fashioned things.

And "ascending the throne and becoming emperor" is easier in his mouth than "throwing two sixes".

"Does the Elven Kingdom know that you remember these coordinates?" Frederick felt that the problem was serious.