Chapter 54 Face to Face
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Luke, who was used to doing everything at once, was stunned.
Is this a solo kill?
What happened next seemed to confirm what the feather pen said. The Elf King kept the High Priest detained, and every time the latter tried to find an excuse to leave, he was rejected.
A priest was carrying a hundred drops of life fluid and was unable to return. If the Holy See did nothing, it would be tantamount to admitting everything; but if they openly put pressure on the elves, there was a possibility of being exposed, which would be a difficult situation.
Luke was content to compose music and research magic structures every day, while watching the show silently.
Half a month later, when the first snow fell on the human race, visitors came from the north again on the sea.
The man was wearing a snow-white cloak and holding a ruby sword, just like ice and snow itself. Even in the elves where the four seasons are like spring, he did not feel out of place.
Even before it docked, the elves in the forest began to pay attention to this dragon ship of extraordinary specifications.
A woman with a unique temperament walked down.
The ranger's expression was much more serious than when he faced the high priest. His eyes fell on the prominent cross symbol on the woman's scabbard.
He ordered: "Let them go!"
The priest cannot represent the Holy See, but the saint can.
One is a visitor and the other represents diplomacy.
Since ancient times, the Holy Court has had very strict requirements for Saints, including age, so the frequency of successive Saints is very high, and they can usually only serve for about two years.
Only the saint of this generation has been in office for more than 30 years.
The reasons for this are unknown. The outside world only knows that during this period, the Holy See was very unstable and several major incidents occurred, but the status of the Saint has always been stable, and this alone should not be underestimated.
The saint only brought a female messenger with her on this trip, and no other messengers followed her. This was one of the reasons why she was able to pass directly.
From the moment the saint appeared, the air around her seemed to be purified. Visitors on the beach couldn't help but sneak a peek, wanting to see what was different about this legendary figure.
Unfortunately, before they could study for too long, their view was blocked by the forest barrier ahead.
The ranger led the way to the palace. Since they were not visitors coming for normal transactions, the guards went to inform them first. After a while, the saint was invited into the royal hall, but the guards kept walking in another direction.
In the tree house, the temperature is just right and the bouquets of flowers on the table are gorgeous.
Luke was busy writing.
When the guard came over, his expression was a little complicated.
Even the elves, who are relatively isolated from the news, know the relationship between Iliad and the Saint.
He was not good at beating around the bush and announced in a serious tone: "The Saint is here, Your Majesty, please come over."
Luke paused for a few seconds before looking up and saying with a smile, "Okay."
Then he quickened his pace, as if preparing to finish the chapter before leaving.
Seeing this, the quill said, "I'll go take a look first."
The air outside was too fresh, and the slight chill in the air made Feather Pen frown slightly.
Luke never procrastinates in doing things, so by not going there immediately, it seemed a bit like he was escaping.
Children always have special feelings for their mothers. If the saint comes here specially and plays the emotional card, the other party may not be able to resist.
“What a hassle.”
Quill is aware of the importance of strengthening network construction, and more specifically the negative effects of this platform.
The resentment and negative emotions generated within can help him recover his strength more efficiently.
When the time comes, we will clear out any problematic forces we see.
At the palace gate, the guards who had not 'studied well' stood guard stubbornly today.
When Quill Pen was about to reach there, a voice was heard in the royal hall: "I heard that the child also came to the elves."
The woman's voice was very strange, and it had a power that could calm people down.
As she was speaking, she seemed to feel something.
The Saint turned sideways, and after more than ten seconds, she let out a light sigh: "Grown up."
She paused for a moment, "...I have been following your news over the years."
The Elf King said nothing.
The eyelids of the high priest trembled. The saint was known for her friendliness and always took everything into consideration. Only her confidants knew her true coldness.
Today, this friendly attitude that has always been effective is obviously used in the wrong place.
After the quill was silent, it smiled playfully.
He still has the black hair he had in the Holy City, but anyone who has read a newspaper should know what Luke looks like.
After a while of stalemate, footsteps were heard behind me.
Luke arrived late, holding the ferret.
Seeing that Quill Pen stopped at the door and didn't go in, he subconsciously looked at the woman in white next to her for two seconds.
Is this the saint?
Luke walked forward and said to the maid outside the door: "Mother, you are finally here."
The image of the saint in my memory has long faded, and I only remember a snowy figure.
But this did not affect Lujia's efforts to prevent moral kidnapping, and he took the lead in playing the victim: "After you left, I dreamed of you almost every night."
The air suddenly became quiet.
Luke sensed that the atmosphere was not right. Just as he was about to speak again, he unexpectedly discovered a looming figure in the royal hall. He seemed to realize something.
Almost not long after, the snow-white figure appeared outside the door.
Luke was a little slow in raising his head, carefully taking a closer look at the woman in front of him.
The other person was very tall, wearing a soft, snow-white cloak. His smooth forehead was covered, and even just half of his face was already a beauty rarely seen in the world.
Looking at this face that was about 60% similar to his own, he adjusted his mood: "Mother, you are finally here."
The Saint smiled as usual: "Grown up."
Luke sighed, "I dream about you every night."
Saint: "I have been following your news."
Both of them were so happy to meet each other that they didn't care about the lives of others.
The next second, they fell silent at the same time.
When they are not talking, their temperaments are actually very similar, both of them have a kind of tranquility like the snowy glaciers.
The scene was so harmonious that the guard and the maid at the door felt somewhat self-doubting, as if the previous incident of mistaking one for the other had never happened.
After a brief reunion, the saint sat down leisurely.
She seemed to have a thousand faces, and she did not hide this fact. When she looked at the Elf King, she returned to her noble and cold appearance:
"The priest has not returned yet. Do you think this deal is inappropriate?"
The Elf King said simply: "Life fluid."
Saint: "In terms of quantity..."
The Elf King interrupted: "Quality."
The Saint directly broke the news: "Do you suspect that the Life Liquid is fake?"
Before the Elf King could speak, she said calmly and firmly, "There are many visitors from outside seeking medical advice. You can find a wounded person and give him a drop, or ask a senior pharmacist to check him personally."
The saint acted swiftly and decisively. After she finished speaking, she actually asked the high priest to take out the life liquid and handed it to the Elf King on the spot.
This kind of courage was beyond imagination and successfully shocked the audience.
The Elf King did not speak. He looked at the porcelain bottle in front of him that exuded a strong breath of life, and narrowed his eyes in thought.
The Saint stood up and said, "Ten days is enough for you to conduct the inspection. I have been traveling for several days. Can you arrange a place for me to rest first?"
Thinking of something, she glanced at Luka and said, "I haven't seen him for many years. It would be best if I could get closer to this child."
Quill Pen had no favorable impression of the Saint, but he had to admit that her way of handling things was somewhat similar to Luke's.
They all show their greatest sincerity first, and then unknowingly take away the right to speak.
When the elves act as hosts for diplomatic activities, they will hold a banquet as a welcome.
The banquet that night was held in a large round hall on top of the mushroom, with dishes worthy of a state banquet and elves singing and dancing.
Luke was treated very well.
The other elves treated him much better than the saint and invited him to sing and play the piano with them. The saint was not annoyed at all and looked at everything with eyes as gentle as water throughout the whole process.
You can see that she is really happy.
Having drunk too much fruit wine, Luke's steps were still a little unsteady when he returned to the tree house.
After casting a cleansing spell in a daze, he went to bed early.
Quill sat aside to keep watch, half-lowering his eyes to study the magic architecture. The communication software required many modules, and it was not easy to connect them together completely.
At midnight, Luke's breathing suddenly became rapid. Quill realized something was wrong and was about to wake him up.
Lujia first sat up with a somersault, sweat dripping down his face.
"A nightmare?"
There was no trace of drunkenness in Lujia's eyes. He immediately turned his head to look out the window with a very penetrating gaze.
"I seem to be in a dream."
Quill's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Luke wasn't sure because the time was so short.
"Based on my experience of entering the devil's dream, this possibility is very high." He analyzed in an orderly manner, as if the victim was not himself.
"When I actually met the Saint, I felt a bit complicated, so I drank a few more glasses. After the banquet, people will get a brief relaxation, which is the best time to enter a dream."
The law of faith made his senses very sharp, and the previous feeling of dream invasion should not be an illusion.
Quill was born into a declining royal family, where relations among relatives were cold, but compared to Luke's experience, it was a million times better.
He concealed the murderous intent in his eyes, and spoke in a calm tone, but relief was revealed between the lines.
“It doesn’t matter. Even if they know you want to build a network, they won’t be able to replicate it in a short period of time.”
Luke waved his hand: "I don't know anything."
Quill raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
Luke has been busy on the Internet during this period, so under normal circumstances, there would definitely be some reflections in his dreams.
"Did you dream of something else?"
"The Eunuch Demon King."
Quill's pupils shrank slightly.
Luka didn't understand why he was so surprised. "When we first met, didn't I say that I would do this sooner or later?"
"..."Quillen just didn't expect that he would be so steadfast in his original aspiration.
Luke seemed to have thought of something, and muttered to himself: "Dreams are very inclusive, equivalent to another dimension."
This place can easily accommodate natural disasters and tsunamis, with corpses everywhere.
His gaze slowly shifted towards the thin paper in the quill's hand, which was covered with densely written magical formulas.
Finally, I suddenly asked: "The plane structure has natural limitations. What if it is replaced by three-dimensional?"
Quill considered the feasibility: "You mean to superimpose space magic and stuff some of the things in?"
He became interested. Normally no one would do this, because the magic structure itself is very fragile and it would easily collapse if stacked.
However, there is always a balance point in everything, and Luke is extremely sensitive to space, so maybe we can give it a try.
If you want to add space magic, you can't try it on paper. After returning from the hunt, Luka now had plenty of resources at hand, and he took out a high-grade blank scroll from his storage ring.
Comparing with the previously failed magic system, the feather pen found several places that were relatively suitable for superposition points and randomly selected one.
He skillfully stacked a layer of space magic and commented: "It's very unstable."
Luke: "It's okay, just cut in line first."
The feather pen originally thought so too, first testing the endurance to see how many magic combinations can be accommodated in one space.
The process was very fast and the space's tolerance was stronger than they had imagined.
Lujia looked at the deformed magic system and said, "Why don't we try to run it again?"
Quill: “Are you sure?”
They did it just perfunctorily and casually, and many places were extremely rough.
Now the whole system is like a monster with extremely thin limbs and a big belly, and its belly seems like it will burst at any moment.
The mentality of relying on luck is an innate instinct of human beings. Luke nodded heavily, washed his hands specifically for this purpose, and prepared to activate it himself.
"Come, pay your respects."
Even hearing it a second time, Quill still found it rather absurd.
Considering that some people are frightened by being enter- ed into a dream, it is harmless to play a little prank.
He sighed, "Okay."
Luke spread out the scroll in a very ritualistic manner, allowing the moonlight to shine in, under the beautiful name of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.
Kneeling on the ground to kowtow is too exaggerated; a simple bow will be enough.
"Come on, I'll count to three, two, one, together."
"Three, two... one!"
The moonlight covered the ground, and as the countdown ended, the figures standing on both sides of the table bowed at the same time.
The last word "一" was a little loud, and the ferret on the windowsill was woken up. It yawned gracefully with its hands covering its mouth. When it opened its eyes, it saw the couple bowing to each other.
It wiped its eyes with its paws.
grumble? !
what happens!
During the activation process, the magic patterns were lit up little by little, and dimmed briefly when flowing through the space nodes, but before the onlookers could get nervous, the next group of patterns were all lit up.
At first, the quill was absent-minded, but after two-thirds of them were successfully activated, his gaze became more serious.
? ? ?
Such a technical job couldn't have been accomplished so hastily, right?
Compared to the failure of Cheng Su’s research a few days ago, he could not accept such casual perfection.
Luke even held his breath.
There were only a few magic patterns left, and the light continued to flow. When they were all lit up to form a virtuous circle, Luka's eyes also lit up.
"It's done!"
Excited, he hugged the quill directly: "We succeeded!"
The neck was hugged, and Quill, who was originally in surprise, was stunned on the spot.
There was very little soundproofing behind the open windows, and the sounds of real excitement echoed nearby.
The saint lady in the next room sighed softly by the window, wondering what the word "success" meant.
This node is really subtle. After being 'awakened' from a dream, one suddenly shouts success.
Some are happy and some are sad.
Luka slept very well in the second half of the night. The most difficult magic system had been conquered. The next step was to copy it one-to-one and upload it to the space of the Tree of Wisdom.
The most basic online social platform is here!
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The next day, he got up early and rushed to find the Elf King.
The guard on duty reminded him that the saint was also there.
Luke hesitated for a moment, thanked for the reminder, and suddenly turned back to the tree house.
Quill is studying the magic system and doesn't understand how such a deformed architecture can work successfully.
Seeing him coming back, he asked, "What happened?"
"Let's go and watch the fun together." The Saint would not go to the Elf King for no reason. There must be something big to watch.
Before leaving, Luke thought for a moment, said a few words to the ferret lying on the edge of the window, and then took another step.
This time he walked all the way to the palace without stopping.
There were no animal performances in the royal hall today. Not only the saint but also the high priest was in the hall.
An elven elder was reporting the situation. The saint was sitting on the side. When she saw Luke, her eyes flickered slightly.
After the elder finished speaking, he stepped back and the Elf King lowered his eyes in thought.
All the elders in the tribe have tested the life fluid and confirmed that there are no problems.
They also checked the records of past users of the life fluid and found no records of sudden death or injury.
The Saint said, "I am here on behalf of the Holy See, so I can stay a little longer. But in a while, it will be the celebration day for the establishment of the human city-state, and everyone will be very busy, so the priest must go back first."
Since she arrived at the Elf Island, she has grasped every node very accurately.
Since no problems were detected with the life fluid, the elves were in the wrong. The Saint did not take the opportunity to ask to leave, but instead took the initiative to stay. It was a bit unreasonable for the Elf King to still disagree.
Unfortunately, the Elf King was not so easy to convince.
In the invisible confrontation where both sides refused to give in, Luka who had just come in suddenly smiled.
He looked at the Elf King and said, "You have always had doubts about the Life Liquid. Even if the Holy Court is proven to be fine, it has wasted their time and energy. It cannot be erased by simple compensation."
The saint had a bad feeling and subconsciously tried to interrupt Luke.
But the Elf King was not angry at all. Instead, he let Luke continue speaking.
"It's actually very simple." Lujia looked at the Saint and said only four words: "Come and drink."
According to the description of the function of the Life Liquid, using it in the absence of disease or disaster can maintain eternal youth and activate functions.
"Drink it all in one gulp, and you will definitely feel great."
So that was what he was planning.
After hearing this, the saint's expression changed slightly. She immediately drew out her sword. The sword light was frosty and she was about to stab herself directly.
Before the sword tip could cut through the skin, it was stopped by vines that appeared out of nowhere.
The Saint did not immediately break free from the vines. Instead, she stared at the tip of the sword. "If this sword penetrates a few inches deeper into the skin, it can freeze the breath of life. I don't mind demonstrating the effect of the Life Liquid myself."
Her calmness and fearlessness would make anyone believe her to the point of believing her, which made Luke seem aggressive.
Luke was also staring at the sword, but he was looking at the cross on the scabbard.
In his original world, the cross was originally an instrument of torture, but was later deified.
Across different time and space, I didn’t expect that the Holy See also uses the cross as its iconic emblem. What an ironic coincidence.
A soft sigh brought him back to his senses.
The Saint looked at him with a look of veiled apology: "I know you have resentment in your heart, but that is a private matter."
Lujia frowned slightly, but before he could speak, the Elf King on the main seat said calmly, "No blood should be seen in the palace, so just do as he says."
The Saint frowned: "Why waste it? We only need a few drops..."
"It won't be a loss for the Holy Court." The Elf King didn't like to repeat nonsense. "After confirming that there is no problem, you can still take the Fruit of Wisdom away."
This time, the saint was no longer so decisive.
Luke suddenly found it interesting. The saint was not afraid of inspection or injury so she used some but did not dare to take all at once.
Could it be that the side effects are related to the dosage?
Does quantitative change lead to qualitative change?
On the other side, seeing the Saint suddenly stop her movements, the Elf King's expression grew colder by the second.
The guard at the door no longer had his usual kindness, his fingers were on his weapon, ready to draw his bow and arrow at any time.
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Excerpt from Luke's diary:
I am quietly building a network on Elf Island, why are one after another coming to me? 【Da Lang drinks medicine.jpg】
Alex: @Holy Court, why are you provoking him?
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It's a little bee, not a dog that breaks chapters. Wait for me to start typing as fast as I can. I'll write a whole day tomorrow!
The charm of communication software is about to spread all over the world!
The Holy Court randomly drops fifty [hush money][crossed out] red envelopes, Black Luke, 20 coins each [remember to delete].
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