"War is the bitter fruit of mankind's own making, and we have no right to interfere in the path they have chosen for themselves."

"But those innocent people...... The ones who were as old as my children were ...... other people's children."

The former mercenary clenched his fists, and he muttered unwillingly: "What is the bitter fruit of human beings' own choice, it is obviously the result of the choice of those high-ranking big people!" ”

He also thought that the Huaiguang Church would stop what the Flame Lands were doing, just as they had stopped the scourge lurking in the Great Labyrinth of the South China Sea, just as they supported their revenge and defeated the cannibalistic redwoods.

At least, at least, you have to argue with yourself why they call the choices of those big people 'human'.

But Bishop Huaiguang didn't say a word, which made the blood of the mountain people gradually turn a little colder.

What they had believed in the past, all of this was only a necessary step for the Huaiguang Church to 'stop the calamity', not if they would actually do it for the sake of good......

"Go ahead."

Wandering in reluctance and disappointment, Lübeck heard the bishop speak.

"If you want, go for it. You're not one of the Bearers, Lübeck, you're a human with your own hands and feet, how can the Church stop you from doing anything? ”

Still lowering his gaze, Bishop White Mist said calmly, "Your knives, armor, and other equipment are all in the storeroom under the church, they are well maintained, and you can go and retrieve them at any time." ”

"Do what you think is right, Lübeck. The church will only stop what turns out to be 'wrong' because we are the ones who have died once – but you are not. ”

"Go ahead."

Raising his head, the old man stared at the human in front of him.

He said with an encouraging tone: "If you fail, it's never too late to come back." ”

"Even if you die, don't be afraid, Huaiguang will embrace you the same."

"Embrace failure, stop mistakes. That's one of the few things we can do. ”

So the man understood.

He suddenly, then nodded to the old man with respect, and left the small room.

Bishop White Mist didn't care, he continued to read the letter, and the crystal plate on the side kept refreshing the new text.

[The Settar Empire, the Western Plains, the Ecological Reservoir of Pre-Era Civilization, contains alien viruses, and the comprehensive disaster level is the third level of 'turmoil'...... Two agents have already taken over the task]

[Flying Flame Land, Veronia Island Group, the Ancestral Queen Ant 'Sun Queen' will be completely awakened within two years, and the comprehensive disaster level is the second level of 'Cataclysm'...... Fifteen agents have taken over the mission, and the additional helpers are the local powerhouse of the Flying Flame Land, King Lu Pole of Qianyu]

[Far Shore Island, the Fran submarine volcanic group, the underground cavity area, and the gathering of natural psionic energy fields, which are very likely to cause mantle lava upwelling, cause super giant volcanic eruptions, affect the planet's ecology, and the comprehensive disaster level is the first level of 'apocalypse'...... The handler is a local fifth-level powerhouse in the far shore, 'Cangxing' Greed]

On the small screen on the other side of the crystal plate, there are slowly refreshed texts.

[The Sattar Empire, Nanling Province, the ecological base of the pre-epoch civilization, contains a parasite nest, and the comprehensive disaster level is level 3 'turmoil'...... Disaster Dealt With】

[Auxiliary Processors: White Mist, Tianyan, the main processor is Port Harrison, the first energy level 'Ian', the second energy level Gosse Bede, the first energy level Esengard Ellen, and the local Warcraft Iron Shark]

['Ian' has been confirmed to have the potential of the fifth energy level, and has entered the 'witness' process]

……

Sublimators from other places often come to Lai'an to buy high-quality fresh Xiahui grass to make high-quality psionic tonic extract.

For locals, this is not an uncommon thing.

Ian's letter of visit was quickly received by the personnel involved, awaiting a reply from Baron Ryan.

According to Ian's speculation, if the local Baron had the same routines as Viscount Grant—perhaps lazier, because the Viscount was poorer—he would have to wait at least four hours to almost noon before he could be received by the Baron, perhaps for the sake of his psionic abilities and the slaying of a razor-clawed tiger that endangered the territory.

Generally speaking, this is the process. The steward's reply, 'The Baron should have lunch with you,' proves this.

So after sending the letter of visit, Ian went to the local platinum-iridium workshop in order not to waste time.

Just like Harrison Port, the platinum-iridium workshop in Ryan Collar is decorated in the same way, with white walls and not high-profile exteriors, but extremely clean and simple interiors.

On top of that, the pavement in the center of the shopping street.

Contrary to what many people think, although the Lai'an Ling is the source of raw materials for Xiahui grass and several other sublimation plants, it is not a major distribution center, and the convoys of the major chambers of commerce have a fixed time every month to go to Jinye Town or Fujino Town to receive the processed semi-finished products, and then transfer them to a series of workshops on the Agate Stone Plain for processing.

So compared to Port Harrison, a port city, Leanling is quieter, and because of the rain, there are not many people on the streets.

"Welcome...... Yes? ”

When Ian took off his helmet and entered the interior of the Platinum-Iridium Workshop, the two employees who were saluting forgot to bow their heads for a moment, and just stared straight at his face.

It's not just the boy's appearance, but also the contrast between his too young appearance and the sense of intimidation when he wears a helmet.

Soon, however, the older employee reacted, and he stepped forward and said in a more respectful tone than before, "You're Lord Ian, aren't you?" The message from the headquarters has been delivered, your package is in the safe, please wait a moment and we will pick it up for you right away. ”

"But forgive me, for the sake of the process, we still need to determine some of your information......"

Stunning appearance, young, white people, alchemy knight - this kind of description basically has no second place except for the person in front of him, but the process still has to go.

And Ian also nodded slightly, and took out the knight's medal and paperwork that had been prepared long ago from his arms: "I didn't expect Esengard to be faster than me, and it's quite caring, and I don't know how it's going." ”

No one would dare to follow that.

The identification was very fast, after all, it was just a process, and it didn't take long for the preservation box made of snow crystal to be taken out.

This kind of crystal that is not cold, but can ensure the internal storage temperature is a by-product of mining frost crystals, and its value is not high, but this storage box is different, Ian glanced at it, and his eyes almost stuck to those dense inscription engravings - good guys, this inscription engraving is definitely a masterpiece, how can so many inscriptions for regulating temperature and humidity be engraved on such a fragile crystal plate?

It looks very beautiful, and at a glance, even Ian almost thinks it's an ordinary pattern.

"Isn't this box also a limited collector's item?"

Muttering in his heart, Ian looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and then the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's really - 'South Bronk's Magic Line', isn't this the signature of that inscription master from a hundred and fifty years ago?" I've seen her signature in a textbook. ”

Half of the antique had come out, and he thought that this chest alone was worth more than three hundred thalers, maybe even more, after all, Ian didn't know how popular this master of inscriptions was.

Next, Ian used the telecommunication device in the Platinum Iridium Workshop, that is, Terra's typing communication machine, to report the safety of the Platinum Iridium Workshop in Port Harrison, because the notification also takes time, so he did not wait for a reply, but left directly.

Putting on his helmet and carrying the storage box, Ian followed the staff of the workshop to the small lodging building where the platinum and iridium workshops entertained distinguished guests.

Arriving in his room, Ian settled down, opened the box, and opened the Prophetic Horizon.

When he landed, a purple mist of light overflowed from it.

The second-level goblin potion material is in it—bottles and jars of sublimation materials with strange colors fill a whole small box.

Based on this amount, Ian felt that saving himself a little money and making two bottles of second-level elf potions.

That's it.

However, what attracted Ian's attention more than these over-the-top materials was a letter on these materials.

On the letter, there is a line that is obviously not written by Yisengaard, but by the woman's beautiful handwriting.

A letter that made Ian frown slightly.

"...... Aphrina Ellen"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter in his hand, Ian whispered to himself, "Ethan's royal mother? ”

"What do you mean by her writing to me alone?"