The venue for the gathering was, of course, provided by Shafinas. The Night Rovers were closed for one night to give the place to these young children. The later arrangements had been decided, as had been planned at the beginning, the academy faction mainly assisted the army in defending against the deep water swamp, after all, the area it touched was too extensive, while the large army and the temple were handled by the demon general Lanlan. Ferad and the leader of the Moon Dance Mercenary Group, Huang Yueqing, led to the city of Rizhao in the center of the Rizhao Wasteland, while LAN was nominally the commander of the temple.
"LAN, do you want to try this?" Osirena arrived dressed up and hung gently on Spassi's wrist.
"What is this?" Looking at the slightly red, transparent liquid in the elaborate metal wine glass, LAN asked curiously. He knew a lot about wine, but the wine culture varied from region to region, at least in Berudendi, he had not touched much wine.
"This is called a tear of the lover." "It's a specialty of Rosemary, the most typical noble wine. It takes 150 years of fermentation to produce two small bottles of it, and it's worth tens of thousands of gold coins," said Ossiena enthusiastically. "Today's tears of love were all secretly brought out by Spassi from home."
"How are you and Spacey doing now?" LAN took the wine glass, made a circle in his hand and asked casually.
"What do you mean..." When it comes to feelings, Osirena blushes immediately.
"Hehe..." LAN smiled gently and turned her gaze to Emilia. "What about her?"
"She's with Boole." "Boor is a good man, but he has no ambition. He's in the army, and Spassi wants to use his family connections to get him on the list now so that he can start as a squad leader when he graduates, but he's hesitant and not willing to agree."
"It's timidity, I guess." LAN smiled, "He's not wrong with that. It's not necessarily appropriate to ask for something better too much... But why didn't I see Moya?"
"Don't mention him!" "He's now so obsessed with climbing up that he doesn't care about his family," said Osirena, with a hateful tone.
"How could this be?" LAN was a little stunned. Though everyone has their own aspirations, the Moya he knew was just a skinny boy who loved magic very much.
"He can't be said to be wrong, but he's just too strong-willed." Oselena said, somewhat dispirited, "Come to think of it, my presence with Spassi was a reason for his change. I, who relied on all kinds of magical tools and surpassed him too much, perhaps made him think that as long as he had money, he could do anything. So for money, for power, for status, for identity, he would do anything."
There are always people who are willing or unwilling to sacrifice everything for what they yearn for. LAN Weiran said.
"LAN, do you like Anne?" Looking at the blonde girl in front of her with Emilia, Osirena suddenly asked, "We've all found our place. How about you?"
"I... I like Anne." LAN Zhen pondered her choice of words, like, not love. "When I first saw her, I felt that what I had held on to had suddenly collapsed, and when I woke her up, she was so helpless that I couldn't help but want to protect her, so when she asked me to take her away, I agreed without a second thought."
"Then why not love..." Oselena looked at LAN lovingly. She had always regarded him as her little brother, and she loved him as much as she loved Emilia. It was a kind of cherishing.
"I loved a girl, a girl with jade hair and eyes." For the first time, that kind of happy expression appeared on LAN's face. "To hear her speak, to see her smile, that was my happiness. I didn't even need her to give me love, I just needed to give, because doing anything for her was happy."
"And then?" When Osirena asked, she regretted it because she saw LAN's sad look.
"She's dead... Die at my hands..." LAN smiled sorrowfully, "That was also her wish, because we are destined to be enemies. It would be better for me to kill her than to die at the hands of others. That was what she meant. And I have no choice, because if I don't kill her, my brother, my friend, will die because of her..."
"LAN..." Osirena did not know how to comfort him. "You will be happy, you will."
"I can control other people's destinies, but I can't decide my own. How sad!" LAN laughed, showing no sadness at all. "But this time, let's just take a gamble. Even if we fail, it doesn't matter." When he said "it doesn't matter," LAN showed a bit of concern.
"Why say it doesn't matter?" Orfel, who had been drinking with Gasiah, came up. "You can tell from your tone that you don't want to die at all, but the battlefield changes in an instant and no one can tell for sure. If you really die, there will surely be many women crying for you."
"You know the woman!" Osirena tapped Orfel on the head and said, "Drink your wine!"
"Your man is already lying down." "Spassy's alcohol is really weak, but Alex is even worse. He's gone down with a little half a drink," said Orfel.
"Cassida and Gasiah haven't fallen yet, and you're still standing! Don't you say you won't return until you're drunk..." "When LAN and Garcia leave tomorrow, we won't be so idle," said Osirena.
"Let's have fun. We don't know if there will be a chance in the future." Shafinas himself cooked, and his little cousin came out to serve as a waiter and helped clear the space to set up a small grill.
"If Mr. Xia knew we were having a barbecue here, he would surely regret that he wouldn't be able to enjoy it." Gasiah said half-jokingly, Simon. Xia has always been a good friend to everyone.
"I know you're having a barbecue here, no matter where you are, you must come!" The bell on the door made a crisp sound, and the one who came in was the old mage Simon whom Garcia couldn't forget. "It's better to be LAN kid. If you have something good, remember to share it with my old man."
Uncle Xia's statement is not right. Smoothed Osirena laughed, "We're thinking of you, but you're always on the go and we can't keep you informed."
"Well, that's true, but it would be fine if LAN kid informed me!" Simon is not a petty person, though he is quite old, he still has a childlike heart.
"Simon, aren't you going to contribute a bit of your collection of strange ingredients? !" LAN said with a smile.
"Yes, High Priest LAN!" Simon was joking as he took out all kinds of frozen monsters from his space bag, while LAN was picking and choosing.
As the aroma spread, Shafinus and Solant came over, of course, questioning the food's edible value first, but with everyone's frantic snatching and the temptation of the aroma, they didn't care about that much and started chewing.
Seeing everyone's happy faces, LAN laughed happily, even though threatened by death, there was still joy in life, as long as one could discover it everywhere.
When the day was just beginning to break, the party was finally over. When LAN personally sent the drunkards back to their quarters, it was already very bright, and then he followed Simon to the temple.
"Do you need a break, LAN?" Simon looked at LAN, who had been summoned for a meeting as soon as he arrived at the temple, and said with concern, "Anyway, there are only a few days left in Rizhao City, and there are only these few people. These matters can be discussed on the way."
"We are marching with the army. After a whole day of trekking and jolting, how much energy do you think we have left to discuss things? And we're leaving at noon and there's no time to rest now." Saying this, LAN has already started to get busy.
Simon couldn't help much, so let him go.
At noon, after having lunch, Simon sat in the yard, basking in the sun, chatting with the Sith high Priest in a casual way, but most of the conversation was about LAN.
"In the end, LAN is the most innocent person in this war." "Actually, since the Son of God fell, the temple has not received any more oracles. To maintain faith, we have fabricated oracles. It seems that I owe Alex more and more. His sacrifice for faith is the greatest." sighed the Sith high priest.
"No wonder I have never heard of God coming again after the Son." Simon frowned. "I know temples have their own difficulties, but it would still be absolutely unfair to LAN."
"LAN is very talented and fits the oracles of the Fire Emblem perfectly." The High priest of the Sith sneered, "This oracle is not actually fabricated, and it was sent by the dark demon before the arrival of the god who sent the Son of God. It is most appropriate to say that it has been tampered with."
"Dark God?" Simon was stunned. "Is there such a god?"
"Did you hear about the divine descent that happened in the palace a few days ago?" Suddenly asked the Sith high priest, "it is said that the one who is present is the god of gods, and she seems to know LAN."
"Know LAN?" " Another moment of surprise, "I heard LAN has a brother who seems to be a very powerful person, said to be a god in another dimension."
"That's true," said the Sith high priest, looking somewhat distressed. "Everything we do, whether it's fabricating or tampering with oracles, seems to be in the hands of the gods."
"They're out," Simon finished the conversation as he saw the Pope and LAN coming one after another from afar.
"Have the people gathered? Let's go." "The temple still needs to be attended to, High Priest Sith, you don't have to see it off," said the Pope indifferently, looking far away.
"Yes." " The Sith High priest responded, gave Simon a meaningful look, and said goodbye.
"Don't worry about me." Simon patted the High Priest Sith on the shoulder, "I belong neither to the army nor to the temple, nor to the magic group of the Magic Society. I'm just helping out in my personal name. If it's too dangerous, I can just walk away. No one will accuse a mage who has lost his protection of running away."
"That's true. When it comes to fighting the undead, life is the most important thing. Acting on impulse is just adding chips to the other side." The Pope nodded in agreement.
"As long as the Pope doesn't despise the old man for being disrespectful to his elders, that's fine." Simon chuckled and said casually.
"Mr. Xia is not bound by the norms of the world, and I can't wait to envy him." The Pope smiled, "Well, let's go..."
The commander of the priestly order and the knight order was recognized by LAN, who was waiting for him, the supreme commander, in the camp. The Pope patted LAN on the shoulder and asked him to go up and say something, "tell them what to do."
LAN hesitated for a moment, but still stood at the front and said a few very brief words, probably also asking everyone to set aside their prejudices and accept the demonic warrior LAN LAN. Felad and the current leader of the Moon Dance Mercenary Corps, Huang Yueqing, said something like that.
If it were to be said by another priest, many people would probably not agree with the words in their hearts, but both LAN LAN and Huang Yueqing have great respect for LAN, so there is no additional objection. Anyway, LAN is the overall commander of the Lord.
But taking care of the current army is a very headache-inducing matter. The former legion leader has to deal with Lanlan, who suddenly climbed over his head. Both Ferad and Royal Moon Blue were very dissatisfied. In their view, one was a famous demon warrior, but after all, he was a demon, while the other was just the leader of the mercenary group, though the strength of the Moon Dance Mercenary group was known, but hearing about it was never as good as experiencing it.
Lanlan. Ferad was so busy with his authority that he had to deal with the disobedience of the various legion leaders that he hardly had a moment to catch his breath. Fortunately, the priestly corps and the knights of the temple were quite cooperative. Of course, she knew that all of this was the result of a series of maneuvers.
In contrast, it was much easier for Huang Yueqing. She brought 2,000 voluntary mercenaries from her regiment, including seventeen mages and warriors of the rank of twenty-five, and she handed over all the orders to them. For the commanders who were neither brave nor resourceful, they only needed to put a little pressure to make them obediently comply.
LAN and the Pope sat in the chariot allocated to them by the temple, smooth and not very bumpy, at least much better than the mages on horseback.
"What do you think of the demonic defection?" The Pope looked at LAN calmly, his gaze as sharp as that of a wise old man on his deathbed.
"Can be trusted, but not fully trusted." LAN looked out of the small window at Lanlan, who was busy. Ferad, "There are traitors in every race, otherwise the two treasures stolen by the demons wouldn't have fallen into the hands of the undead."
"You seem to know something else." "Said the Pope.
LAN nodded without denial. "There are some things that we know ourselves, but there is no conclusive evidence and it is not appropriate to talk about them."
"Just take care of yourself." " The Pope closed his eyes, looking weary.