Wood stood in front of the table, looking at the star in silence for a long time before he answered.
"Isn't it just about Grete that you're looking for me?"
"Well, I want to contact Pullman." Loran Hill smiled.
Mr. Wood was very surprised when he heard the name. He was from the West Wind Rebellion, so it was not surprising that this matter was exposed. But this young lady specifically asked to contact the leader of the rebels. What was her purpose?
"But..." He seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Loran Hill walked slowly in the room and answered Wood's doubts.
"Although you are not yet recognized by the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, I am more optimistic about you. Besides, I have met Pullman before."
Loran Hill's fingers slowly slid across the wall, then turned around, his golden hair divided by several rays of light and darkness, and tiny dust particles danced in the light.
"I hope to send a letter to Pullman. When he sees it, he will understand who I am and the help and advice I have given him."
It's just a letter to be mailed. Wood seemed relieved when he heard this. In this situation, he couldn't refuse, right?
"I can help you contact our comrades in the north, but the money may change hands several times and it won't be delivered to the leader, Pullman, all at once."
"It's okay. How long will it take?"
"The fastest it will take is 4-5 days, which is the limit. Even a carrier eagle needs rest," Wood replied.
"OK."
Then Wood took out special letter paper and Loran Hill began to write.
That's all I can do for you right now, Pullman.
With a sense of wonder, Loran Hill wrote the words in a special order on the paper with a pen, and then drew a simple picture at the bottom.
A little man stood under a tree with a small box in front of him. Three things popped out of the box, namely wheat, a book, and a fruit. Then there was a shining star above the little man's head.
This way he will know that it was written by me, Loran Hill thought. Feeling that it was not enough, he drew a few mushrooms next to it, and it seemed that there were ghosts floating on the mushrooms.
Looking at this magical letter, Wood wondered if this was really a prank, but he didn't dare to comment casually. Perhaps this young lady really knew Pullman?
After all, he heard that Miss Lacey of Carites grew up in West Wind.
After the letter was written, it was given to Wood, who added some special marks before putting it into the bamboo tube. Then he took Lacey to a forest on the coast. Following a few special whistles, a slightly fat bird flew over from the seashore, with an uneaten fish in its mouth.
The brown-gray feathers shook off some water droplets, then landed on the branch in front of Wood, swallowed the small fish, and made a gurgling sound.
Looking at his fat companion, Wood felt a little embarrassed. He could only blame the good food in Hopeland. Not only were there fish to eat, but there were also a lot of food scraps scattered from the cargo.
"Is this the kind of bird you use to send messages?"
"Yes, although it doesn't fly very high, it has great endurance, is relatively obedient, and is easy to serve."
Wood tried his best to find some advantages, not wanting the Chamber of Commerce lady to look down on him and the rebels.
Looking at the fat bird that was full and a little sleepy, Loran Hill nodded helplessly.
After tying the letter to the bird's leg, Wood seemed to have taken great pains to negotiate a reward with his companion. Then the bird flew up shakily and slowly disappeared into the horizon.
After sending the letter to Pullman, Loran Hill returned to the Chamber of Commerce and wrote another special letter. This letter explained a lot of things, which were directly recorded in a heritage gem.
After it was written, the inheritance gem was carried by the Silver-winged Warbler, and then it quickly flew across the sky, flying towards the distant mountains and forests.
According to recent reports, the Rabbit Ears Tribe has completed the training of the new legion, and now it is their turn to go to the battlefield.
The shame, misfortune and contempt of the past must be washed away with one's own hands.
War will be like a giant hammer, shaking people's hearts, constantly hammering, forging and tempering the character of a nation, allowing it to re-forge its own self-confidence, pride and dignity.
Only by being strong can you gain the respect of others.
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In the next few days, Hopeland seemed to have returned to its former peace, and no major conflicts occurred. Then one day, Loran Hill suddenly received a letter and the messenger who delivered the letter.
"Hello, Miss Lacey. I am here as an intermediary on behalf of my father."
Daniel of the Yagtilin family got out of the carriage in a well-dressed suit, holding a special letter and official documents in his hand.
The gist of the letter was that the two sides hoped to hold peace talks, and the location would be provided by the neutral and trusted Yagtilin family, in a mansion by the sea, and the time would be set for tomorrow.
The letter ended with the seals of approval from the Tisiphone, Anemye, Nisos, and Agathyrin families. Following Daniel were representatives from the other three chambers of commerce, who addressed questions regarding the peace talks.
Loran Hill asked after inviting Daniel to sit down.
"Isn't Uncle Jelinek here?"
"Father has been quite busy these days dealing with some matters and worrying about my sister's marriage." Daniel answered calmly.
"Is that so? Does Uncle Jellinek also agree to peace talks?"
"Yes, my father agrees. After all, it's too dangerous to continue this confrontation."
"Yeah, I see."
Loran Hill lowered his head, looked at the teacup in his hand, and then instructed Chelsea to contact the Helis family to discuss the location, time, personnel restrictions and other matters of the negotiation.
It was already evening when the representatives of the Helis family arrived and the discussion was completed.
Loran Hill did not participate in the discussion, but walked alone in the corridor of the building. Lanterns were hanging beside the corridor. Outside the corridor was a sky covered with dark clouds, without stars or moon.
The Agatilins have always been on good terms with Carites, and there is also a deep friendship between Jelinek and Angus. They are trustworthy people, and having them arrange the venue and act as middlemen should reassure the eldest daughter of Carites.
This kind of thinking is quite normal, especially since it was Jelinek's son who came as a messenger, representing the Yagtilin family.
Walking in the corridor illuminated by dim lights, Loran Hill recalled the scene of his first visit to the Yagtilin family. It seemed that there was also a butler leading the way in front, through the dark corridor, but he also knew what happened afterwards.
Since they want to achieve their goal in this way, let them do it, Loranhill thought, it can also avoid casualties among Carites.
She took out the [Shadow Candle] that she had been carrying for a long time, which was a gift from the witch senior.
[Shadow Candle] (Perfect Coral): When lit, the flame transforms into whatever the user imagines. This transformation lasts for three days. The highest quality is Gold. (The transformed item must be something the user understands.)
A dark blue flame ignited from the candle, and the blue flame gradually spread, wrapping her body, and then a gorgeous crimson dress appeared on her, with white pleated decorations on the cuffs, hem, and chest.
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