【Gagarin: Flower Forest】

[Race: High Elves]

[Age: 1803 years old]

[Status: Poor.] (Lack of camp, lack of exercise, blindness in one eye, bruises all over his body.) ）】

[Mana level: ★ ☆☆ (Magical, but not powerful)]

[Skill: ★ ☆☆☆ (The Craftsman's Identification Skill is genuine, but it is almost ineffective)]

[Loyalty: ★ ☆☆☆ (I have a cautious favor and a lot of expectations for you)]

1,800 years old, which is equivalent to just becoming an adult in the elf, that is, all his experiences happened in the underage era, which shows that this person has not been a peaceful person since he was a child.

Looking at the god power value again, Vincent found that his god power value was only 300 points, which was far lower than his other subordinates.

To be honest, as a qualified divine envoy, this divine power is indeed too low, but it still exists after all—ordinary people can't see the slightest divine power.

"System, is he really an apostle of God?" Vincent was not at ease, and asked the system again, "How many apostles do I have?"

"Yes, he is an apostle of God." The system replied very simply, "As for the other apostles, only the Divine Deity knows, but don't worry, if you serve the Deity wholeheartedly, they will naturally gather around you."

It turned out that this guy was not lying, Vincent was overjoyed, he didn't expect that other apostles would really come to his side, which would add more strength to his camp.

Vincent didn't know exactly how strong the so-called identification ability was, because he didn't have it.

However, in the literal sense of the word, identification is also a good skill, there are too many magic-related items in this world, and their value is really beyond the judgment of a time-traveler like Vincent.

It's no wonder that this man was able to mix well when he was a businessman, as long as he knew the true value of the item, looked for a suitable buyer, and went out of the forest to definitely pick up money with a sack.

"And how much is this detector of mine worth?" Vincent asked with interest, "Let me see what you're capable of."

Gagarin's gaze fell on Vincent's face, and unlike what he had imagined, he glanced at it and closed his eyes, frowning as if he were suffering some unspeakable pain.

"But unfortunately, without this eye, I can't see the true properties and value of the object, and I am not qualified to be a divine envoy...... Weakened, I became a mediocre merchant, unable to do enough for myself, committing unpardonable sins, and being imprisoned in the tribe until the day before yesterday to gain the freedom to atone for my sins."

Unforgivable sins, such words were often used by Vincent's enemies to condemn him personally, so after hearing too much, Vincent had long been surprised.

I'm a demon.,It's a sin to exist in the eyes of some people.,But what did this mixed society elf do?

"After losing my eyes, the forests are still destroyed, the tribes are still blocked, in order to prevent more people from starving to death, I am still assigned to go out to trade, I have lost my ability to identify, I have been calculated, and I have tried my best to get a batch of poisonous food, and hundreds of hungry tribesmen have been tortured and slowly died, some of them have just lived to be 100 years old......

A hundred years of life is just a toddler for elves, but in the eyes of many races, it is already out of reach, and seeing Gagarin's expression of self-reproach, Vincent really can't raise the mood to complain.

"Food is an ordinary item, and even if there is no special care, can't it be detected as poisonous?"

"I don't know who provided the special poison, but it can't be detected by ordinary methods, and some of the people end up being black monsters...... I've always guessed that it's the evil technology of the High Court of Magic......

"Wait a minute, pitch black monsters?" Vincent couldn't help but interrupt him as he listened, "Do you still have weird eyes on your body?"

Gagarin jerked his head up, and his otherwise careless gaze sharpened.

"Do you know that kind of magic?" He tried his best to suppress his excitement and asked in a slow tone, "This kind of vicious evil art is difficult to eliminate even the divine power of nature."

"Of course I know, after all, it's not a product of nature, and it's extremely bad

Ordinary curses." Vincent grimaced and said, "In my territory, there are many people who have been victimized by this, including your friend Demara and his youngest son, who almost died on this 'demon fetus.'"

Vincent then told Gagarin about his first encounter with the fetus of the Freedom Cult on Elsa, his subsequent battle with the unscrupulous merchant Luke, and his conflict with the cultists during the counterinsurgency.

Even though this elf is well-informed in the group, he still shows a look of surprise and excitement when he hears these unbelievable things.

"My lord, I thank you on behalf of my people! You are the nemesis of the cultists, the savior of our race, we have a common enemy, and we should be able to move forward together through difficult times." Gagarin stood up respectfully and saluted, "You are a venerable nobleman."

"I'm first and foremost a demon compared to a nobleman, and a demon doesn't do good things for nothing, just like a businessman doesn't do anything that doesn't make a profit," an intriguing evil aura appeared on Vincent's face, "Don't praise me, who makes them enemies of me, that kind of lowly evil way is not worth mentioning compared to the malice that can subvert the world......

Having said enough compliments, Gagarin took out a small bag from his waist and poured the soil on the table, and Vincent watched the rather performance with interest and did not say anything.

Somehow, the soil under Gagarin's palm began to grow plant seedlings of different colors, and soon the soil was dyed in eight different colors.

It turned out to be a map, and Vincent remembered that the map of the jungle provided by the dwarves was basically the same as the one provided by the elves, except that this ingenious map of plants was more elaborate and full of vivid variations.

As an emissary, there is nothing unreasonable to carry a map with him, Vincent looked at the map, looked at Gagarin who was casting the spell, and bowed slightly to show his appreciation for this move.

I have to say that the elf is slightly tired but confident, quite like a manager who works overtime overnight to prepare for an important report.

This map of soil composition is a bit of a PPT flavor, which looks clear at a glance, and can also use the changes of plants to show richer content.

Energy-saving and environmentally friendly, rich in functions, the elves still have something.

"Look, this is the tribe of the whole forest, and this is where my tribe is," Gagarin said to Vincent, pointing to one of the withering shapes, "and there are only two ways left for my clan to go compared to your thriving realm."

For the first time, Vincent knew that the land of the Hualin tribe was originally larger than the Coastal Territory, and now in addition to the part that had to be abandoned after being desertified by the Herodians, some of it was also controlled by the neighbors to the east.

The situation was worse than expected, and with the exception of Vincent, the Flower Forest tribe was hostile to them all around.

"Submission to the Herodites is a way out." Vincent didn't save face for the elves, and directly expressed his opinion, "This is the fastest way to end the conflict, and you don't have to worry about being retaliated against by your own clan."

Anyway, the elves are also bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and they only dare to bully the weakened kindred, and they will only make promises in the face of a powerful kingdom, and submitting to the Herodian people will definitely make the Hualin tribe take a breath for a while.

"Unfortunately, the gods do not forbid us," Gagarin said self-deprecatingly, "not out of dignity and in choosing confrontation, but because the Herodians rejected the sue for peace early on, we had no other choice."

"You've already made peace?" Vincent was a little surprised, he thought the elves could be a little more backbone, "But why should the kingdom refuse? Aren't they just trying to expand the land?"

On this issue, Vincent really can't figure it out, now the major kingdoms are still in a state of royal power not going to the countryside, most of the land is a fief and a state of fetters and fetters, and one more elf land, even if it is just fetters, is beneficial and harmless.

The Herodes are not good men and women, and they don't want the land they send to their doors, so they have to spend a huge price to kill all the elves above, and they also want to destroy the spiritual pillar of the elves, the Tree of Life, and the murderous demons all said that they couldn't understand it.

What's the point of keeping a deserted sandy land for yourself?

However, the next words surprised Vincent slightly.

"Because the kingdom is not a suitable subject to submission, I have used some means, perhaps despicable, to sabotage the peace talks," Gagarin said the unbelievable thing casually, "three times before and after."

"Three times? How?"

"For the first time, I found some outlaws who had seen the money and assassinated the messenger of Herodes."

"The second time, let someone like that intercept and kill the messenger of your own people."

"The third time, before the peace talks began, expose my sister's whereabouts and let her be kidnapped, and the peace talks will naturally not be completed."

I didn't expect this guy to be so black-bellied, and he showed no mercy to both the human race and his own race, and he was really a ruthless character.

Being able to muddy the water unknowingly is definitely no problem in terms of ability, as for morality, Vincent said that he is now a demon and he doesn't bother to comment on it.

In the face of powerful rulers, the highest moral standard is obedience, and instead of complaining about their talents and virtues, it is better to review oneself for not being strong enough.

The fact that capable people cannot get a stage to display is his tragedy and a collective tragedy.