The exterior of the royal palace of Saint-Steele has undergone relatively limited changes, but its interior furnishings, like those streets, have changed dramatically in a short period of time.

The messenger who arrived on Yasharu quickly passed the guard's inspection, quickly handed over all the self-defense weapons and spellbooks he had with him, and walked into the large and large hallway.

The royal palace of Saint-Steele covers a large area, and he is not going to the seat of the royal family, but to the large lecture hall closer to the entrance.

The walls on both sides of the corridor have been covered with a thick layer of flannel, and these dark blue flannel cloths have undergone some special magical treatment, which makes them extraordinarily dark, as if they can directly absorb all the light.

The sculptures of the knights of St. Steele, which used to appear on both sides of the corridor, have now been replaced by some strange shadows.

The outlines of these shadows are very blurred, and when combined with the dark blue flannel on the walls, it is impossible to see them in detail with the naked eye.

People who walk here for the first time often only think that the shadows are some humanoid statues, but when they do get closer and take a closer look, they will find that these shadows actually seem to be living creatures, but they change very slowly, and most of the time, they also remain in a state of rickets, like old men hunched over and with their hands and heads down.

The Courier's gaze quickly swept over the strange shadows, which he had heard others in the Society mention that they would stealthily change their posture or try to move freely when no one was looking.

Members who are qualified to ride the "Asaru" and deliver important messages to the Society are often spellcasters, and the Messenger is no exception, and according to his own understanding, these shadows are actually some kind of deity family summoned by some powerful members of the Society through special sacrificial rituals.

However, due to the integrity of the ritual, these dependents have not been able to truly achieve the desired effect of the members of the Society in the Society, and they cannot be too far away from the ceremony venue at present, and can only exist as the guardians of the core station of the Society, and cannot be sent to those real battlefields.

For those members of the Association who are in charge of related affairs, how to quickly turn these blessings and powers from the true gods into effective help is the problem they have to face.

But today, this important message that was successfully transmitted from the eastern region of the Goddess Plains was enough to open a new gap for the Black Sun Society.

Although the Messenger hadn't really read the contents, he could see a sense of joy on the face of the other companion who was in charge of delivering the message, and it didn't take to think that some of the Society's attempts on the southern coast of the plains had already yielded initial results!

Soon, the messenger made his way through the mystical corridor and entered the Grand Lecture Hall under the watchful eye of two silent guards.

The Great Lecture Hall, which was originally used by the Cult of Life to hold annual speeches and promote the teachings of the Fire of Life, has also been transformed into an important meeting place for the Black Sun Society, where all decorations and sculptures related to the God of Life and the Goddess Mel have been violently removed, and a tall Black Sun Secret Ritual has been erected in the center of the lecture hall, and the four walls of the lecture hall are also hung with the emblems and flags of the various societies within the Black Sun Society.

Today is the day when the core members of the various societies within the Association are assembled.

The messenger controlled his emotions, and he quietly walked into the large lecture hall.

On the podium not far away, he saw a figure with a cane—it was Herbert Galton, the second head of the Society, who, as before, wore a straight, clean professor's uniform and a calm face, except that his serious face had an eye-catching "decoration" compared to the past.

It was a metal blindfold embedded with a magic crystal, covering one of his eyes.

The Courier has also heard of the reasoning behind this incident.

It is said that Professor Herbert suffered a severe betrayal at a previous meeting, in which he lost an eye, and although as a mage, he could have used healing magic to heal his injuries, but in order to show that he took the accident seriously, Professor Herbert kept the wound forever.

Of course, some people say that this is a punishment given to Professor Herbert by the first person in charge, because his mistake has caused important things in the association to be left behind, which may have a very big impact on the follow-up plans of the association.

Herbert turned, his gaze resting on the messenger's clothes for a moment, and then a gentle word came: "Thank you, where is this news?" ”

"Sent from Division 8 and transferred to the border via Secrets of Division 6, 43 and 29."

The messenger stepped forward, reached forward with his hands, and delivered the important letter to Herbert, before adding: "Branch 8 has lost contact with this letter after successfully sending it, and it is tentatively speculated that the branch may have been exposed and destroyed. ”

Herbert nodded slightly, and he did not express any opinion about the plight of the members of the Society's branch, but simply lifted the protective ritual imposed on the letter and sent it to the Black Sun Secret Rite.

Seeing this action, the members of the Society, who were originally discussing certain issues, closed their mouths, and the next moment, as the magic letter arrived at the Black Sun Secret Order, a thick mist immediately emerged from the huge sculpture full of blasphemy.

The chains connected to the huge black sun phantom shook violently, and then the mist, like conscious silk threads, was quickly weaved, and in the blink of an eye, these deep silk threads were woven into a huge picture.

All eyes were on them.

As a result, the surging light and shadow incorporated the spirit of the people present, and in the next moment, they saw a clear image inside.

It was a harbor where many ships were moored, it was the home of the Dawn Society, and the distant sea was constantly flashing with strange psychedelic colors, and in these colors, many strange figures were constantly emerging.

These clansmen, who are closely related to the ancient existence, are trying to storm the defenses of the Dawn Society.

In the next second, the picture distorted again, and an even more tragic battlefield appeared in front of everyone's eyes, in the picture, these core members of the Black Sun Society saw the figure of the court hound, and they saw that the beast that was supposed to stand with them and serve the great gods was wantonly killing the sea beasts from those colonies.

On the deck of another ship, they saw a familiar figure.

The young face who was carrying the Black Sun Scepter and was slaughtering the sea beast with his power and various weapons seemed to feel the prying eyes of an external force, and when the center of the picture successfully focused on him, the young man suddenly glanced in this direction.

Although it was only an unconscious action, the fog that lurked deep in the young man's eyes was so thick that the snooper's gaze came to an end, and so did the image of the Black Sun Secret Ritual unfolding.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the image woven by the secret instrument gently exploded, turning into a tumbling cloud again.

Many of the people present could be regarded as "familiar faces" of Xiuge, they were all participants in the Black Sun Society rally at that time, so the moment Xiuge's face appeared, their expressions became subtle, and some of them even felt nervous because of this - after all, the number one "victim" of this series of events related to Xiuge was on the edge of the secret ceremony, and they were very worried that Professor Herbert would anger others because of this.

Surprisingly, however, Herbert did not show any irritation after seeing these images with his own eyes, but instead had a satisfied smile on his face.

When the light and shadow of the secret instrument gradually dissipated, Herbert returned to his podium, and he paused twice on the wooden floor with his cane, and then spoke: "I know what everyone here is worried about, do you think that these images from the Eighth Division of the Duchy of Boult are full of bad news for us, right?" ”

Of course, no one would answer, and Herbert didn't care, he smiled and shook his head: "The relevant matters are in the hands of our colleagues in the Poseidon Society, come on...... Mr. Franck, please tell us if these images are what you expected. ”

As Herbert spoke, a figure on the right side of the Great Lecture Hall stood up.

Frank, like the rest of the Poseidon Society, wore relatively revealing clothing, and even in this cold northern country, he only added an extra windproof coat, as if he didn't notice the cold at all.

He nodded to the members of the Society around him, and then said, "What you see is our new plan that has been in the works for a long time...... In praise of Calron, the Lord of the Sea, the Poseidon Society has successfully found its legacy on the shores of the Kingdom of Hain, which is the charming color you see in the picture. ”

"Yes, we saw it."

A member of the Society with the Abyss Historical Society's emblem on his coat spoke, "But with all due respect, neither along the shores of the Dawn Society's station, nor on the vast sea, does not seem to have been able to inflict any real damage on our enemies...... The betrayer, in particular, had become more powerful and unpredictable than before. ”

"Hehe, what you said is just appearances."

Frank smiled and shook his head: "You know, the invisible great lord of the sea is also the embodiment of life in that divine age, and in those brilliant colors, there is not only power, but also endless wisdom...... They are not remnants of our humble power and arrogance, but truly complete and possessed of the deity of sufficient potential. ”

When these words came out, the faces of the members of the Abyss History Society immediately became ugly.

Franck's words were a bit harsh.

But anyone with a brain can hear that the "humble power and arrogant thoughts" he speaks of refer to the Abyss Historical Society, and the "defective product" naturally refers to the failed creation in the city of Nasellem.

"What we're doing now is just the beginning...... They are so numerous that no one can remove them from the depths of the ocean, and they have now begun to make contact with the Lesser ones. ”

Frank spread his hands, and his voice raised a lot: "This time, they managed to win a humble victory with those weapons, but these losses were negligible for a large community, and they were able to gain enough knowledge and nourishment from them for every contact...... The sea will eventually return to its true master, and how will those despicable who are waiting for reckoning fend off attacks from different directions at the same time? ”

……

"This time, Felix did a good job, at least much better than I expected."

At the Dawn Society's premises, Meyer found Darthville, who was wiping his face vigorously with a towel, and when he heard Meyer say this, Darthville put down the towel in his hand, and the black ash on his face was not completely wiped clean, which made him look slightly funny.

However, Dustwell has never cared about this kind of thing, and he wiped the remaining droplets from his face with his sleeve, and then asked, "How?" I heard that those lads managed to destroy a stronghold of the Black Sun Society? ”

"It's not just a base, it's even a branch."

Meyer beckoned not far away, and soon, Sally, who was busy sorting out the papers, quickly delivered a few selected reports to her teacher.

Meyer handed the document forward, took a sip from his glass of water, and then said, "We were right, we should make sure that the ground under our feet is clean enough before we can officially establish ourselves...... Hehe, even in the Duchy of Boult, the Black Sun Society is hidden deep enough, and the size of this branch is beyond our expectations. ”

Darswell quickly flipped through the report in front of him, and then frowned, "The Goblin Chamber of Commerce in the entire Cyanobacteria Harbor? To the point where it has come to this? ”

"Yes, after receiving the letter from the Windless, Felix sent someone directly over there, and also informed the mages of the Dharma...... It's a pity that the members of the Black Sun Association reacted very quickly, and when our boys kicked open their doors, the higher-ups of those chambers of commerce were busy destroying records and destroying secret rituals. ”

Meyer lamented: "They have been rooted for too long to imagine...... These guys had already started to develop there long before the port was renamed, and I very much suspect that they were behind the series of bloody conflicts and the so-called dye monopoly that took place in the port back then. ”

"Felix told me he wanted to uproot these guys, ha, in my opinion, it's not a small problem."

(End of chapter)