The Medici Mahavir is also known as "Alain", a name shared by each generation of the Mahavier, meaning "Wise Elder". Alain has three treasures: Smelling the Wind, Duty, and Pickaxe.

"Smeller" means "Smeller", who are a group of the best spies in the Medici Empire and even the entire Ash World. Wherever the wind blows, even the deep streets and alleys that cannot be touched by the law, they cannot escape their ears and ears.

"On duty" means "on duty", who are the personal guards of the Great Veshur. Each of the back-ups on duty is selected from among the orphans, and only those who have undergone more than ten years of the most rigorous training and excellent assessment are eligible to wear the armor of the duty-bearers. These brave warriors who were not afraid of death regarded Alain as their father and revered the god of the Great Visor.

The "Pickaxe" was originally an alien refugee taken in by a certain Alan, who were a group of fire dwarves. Fire dwarves are protists of the fire elemental plane, and they are all masters of mining, crafting, and blacksmithing. While they resemble male dwarves in appearance (hence their racial designation), beneath their metal skin lies a flaming fire nature. They are barren, and each fire dwarf is forged from bronze and brass by another fire dwarf, and they are carved in different ways, and finally the caster infuses them with a life-inspiring flame. Long ago, these dwarven-like creatures of the fire elemental plane were allies of the fire djinn, who helped them build their home, the City of Brass, and make it one of the most magnificent wonders in the world. But then the fire djinns betrayed them, and the powerful fire djinn sultans even began to enslave the fire dwarves. A large number of fire dwarves fled to other planes under the persecution of the Fire Djinn Slave Catchers. And the Grand Vishul of Medici not only accepted these refugees, but also dealt with the murderous slave holders. Since then, these heterotopic refugees have been working for Alain under the name of the team, "Pickaxe". ”

- "Chronicle of the Medici Empire: David and His Exploits"

Purple is an expensive color, and only dyes made from shells in the coastal cities of the Far East can bring this color to clothing. If an ordinary Medici nobleman had a purple robe, he usually regarded it as a treasure and cherished it. But at this time, the man sitting in front of the Archon Nome and the black-robed mage guarding it allowed the juice of the food to wet his purple burqa embedded in the Mithril filigree, and continued to feast.

"I need an explanation. The man finished eating, put the bottom half of the detached gold mask back on, and then asked the two men standing in front of him, dumbfounded.

The golden mask had a spell effect attached to it, so there was no muffled sound of black paint, and his words were clearly conveyed. But such a question, without any tone, made the two people who held the authority of Nome feel as if they had been poured ice water on their heads, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"The Wind Hearer has gathered some news," the purple-robed man stood up and walked between the two of them, and after holding down the trembling two people with his two palms, he continued, "But I still want to hear your explanation. As a reminder, I'd like to hear about the contraband I've forbidden and the ancient Soulbinder. ”

The archon of Nome City gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and said, "Great... Lord David the Great, I am the Archon of the city of Nome. If this is a question, please also show the pharaoh's edict or other testimony that represents the will of the Empire. ”

"As a scribe in the Imperial Library, I know the terms of the Imperial Charter very well," the Grand Vishuer, dressed in a precious purple robe, patted Archon Nome on the shoulder, as if encouraging and approving, "But the charter also stipulates that I have the right to dispose of the Guardian Mage myself, do you remember?"

Although the words were addressed to Archon Nome, Davishur's gaze was on the black-robed old mage standing on the other side. "Your Excellency........." Before the other party's self-defense could be spoken, a white bandage burst out of the sleeve of the purple robe like a spiritual snake, and tightly bound the highest-ranking spellcaster in Norm City, and a new mummy appeared in the council chamber in an instant.

"I just need an explanation, since you don't want to need this opportunity, let it be better for someone else," waving to the attendant carrying the mage mummy sealed by the Shroud of Forbidden Demons to the prepared coffin, the Grand Vishul walked to the pedestal at the head of the council chamber. Once he had taken his seat from the whole stone pillar, he continued, "Actually, I don't really care about your explanation. It's just that it's more convincing for you to explain it to the citizens of Nome yourself......"

"What a luxurious punishment. The desert elves, standing in the crowd, looked at the Archon of Nome City who was being tortured, and whispered to himself.

At this moment, the former lord of Nome was placed in a cast-iron urn made by the "Pickaxe" clan of the Great Vishur, and placed in the square to be exposed to the blazing sun and the city's citizens. At the same time, out of respect for his "refusal to explain", the fire dwarves also deliberately branded his face with a piece of pig iron that was used to seal the mouth.

Unlike the onlookers, who praised His Excellency the Great Vishur for his wise actions, or shouted at the Archon Nome's misdeeds, Brach, from the Desert Tribe, was attracted by the "extravagant" torture apparatus—a cast-iron urn that could be smelted to make dozens of scimitars. Even if the Elven tribe of Salem is already the leading desert tribe within a radius of hundreds of miles, there is no way to equip every warrior with iron knives, and a considerable number of fledgling warriors can only wear weapons made of flint and obsidian.

Standing on the roof of the Archon's Mansion, a symbol of the authority of the shepherds, the Great Vishuer, named Alain, condescendingly scanned the crowd gathered in the square facing the mansion, and finally his eyes were fixed on Braci, who was dressed as a noble child of the Desert Elves.

"What is the message about this desert elf?" The figure of the purple-robed mage carrying his hands on his back showed an unreal sense of existence under the influence of the hazy magic: "I don't want to use the prophecy spell, it is very likely to leave traces. Judging by the fire here last night, there's a good chance that the desert elf was a Sycamore. ”

The other person standing on the rooftop looks like a common person on duty around Davishur, but he also has another identity - the leader of the wind-hearers. As the leader of the world's most prominent and equally mysterious spy organization, this man's camouflage skills have been perfected, but he was discovered before he could say a word when he arrived behind the Great Veille.

"Did Your Excellency attach a spell to that cast-iron urn, and why did even a foreign criminal rush here to watch Archon Nome receive his punishment?" The elf's real name was Bradge, and he used to be nicknamed "The Tongue Puller" - he was ridiculed by many elves because he was a tall and unusually orc-like person. After becoming a tribal warrior, he duels with those who denigrated his appearance without losing a single defeat, and his opponents were all taken from him by the rules - his own tongue. And, as you might expect, he is indeed a Desert Elf Sylographer, having taken over as High Priestess of Salem a few years ago. In recent months, however, it has been reported that this man had killed his Anda, the previous tribal chief of Salem, and had defected. According to a report in Coptic City, the Tailor Killer Order has received a bounty on the elf's head......"

The "person who hears the wind" deserves the reputation of "moving when he hears the wind, and is as swift as thunder", but just collects and sorts out the words that have been circulated in various places, and analyzes the information that is close to the truth of the facts. At this point, they are even more efficient than some casters of prophecy spells. This is inseparable from the support of those who are in charge behind it, as can be seen in a small matter. Generally speaking, most of those in power are disdainful or unwilling to share the information they have with their subordinates, but there are some secrets that are really impossible for outsiders to understand, and successive Great Veishurs are accustomed to answering questions from the Commanders of the Wind - they know that this is their duty - and only more information can analyze the truth more clearly.

Therefore, after listening to the reply of the leader of Wen Feng, the first mage of Medici, who was wearing a purple robe and holding a magic staff, answered the question he had just raised: "The human heart is the most exquisite alchemy product, as long as it is slightly manipulated, it will boil in an instant like an alchemy potion placed in a cauldron. Before that, the predicament of Nome City and the actions of the consuls were to heat the flame and catalyst of this elixir. ”

"Put aside the tracking of that desert elf for now, your people should have been discovered by him," Davishal continued, as if in a hurry to do something else: "It is said that the Archon of Nome City has a favored man named "Khedive", the name of the governor of a province of the ancient empire, who is in charge of almost all of the family business of the "people in the urn". Due to the large amount of trade in this contraband, Skumar has a lot to do with the gang of Bato Nine prison spies who operate in Coptic City. Two days ago, this person disappeared from the Elf of Sashan, and this clue must be related to an old friend of mine, and I followed it myself. But it seems that he still has a wave of Coptic City devils to help him take care of, so it's up to you to bring my new work to end this ......"

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