There are rumors: when the moon is empty, an eel slips to a piece of shore, no, not a piece, but a thousand pieces.

Rumor has it that the sharp claws are slowly digging under the city ’s cobblestones, and someone saw a dragon hovering in the silver and black sky.

Rumor has it that someone heard a demon screaming in the pool of blood in the mountain, and its owner lost hundreds of daggers in his hand in the dark.

It is rumored that a woman who pretends to be an aristocrat gave a memorable sacrifice to guests who never knew each other ...

Looking at the letter from Flynn ’s apprentice in his hand, something must be hidden in it. Dean can be sure of this. He stared at the fireplace with a heartfelt heart, a large glass of goat ’s milk in his right hand, and a large surface in his left Filled fermented scones.

Why hasn't Bane news yet? When the chairman of the Fatalin Association, Amen Cannon, sat next to him during the meeting, he asked everyone the same question, but did not get an answer. On the contrary, Amen Cannon received only annoying pretense from the participants. And now, he asked this question again when they were alone.

Well, not exactly two people. Dean glanced aside, and he could see the ‘walnut’ that has always been with Amen Cannon and almost never catches people ’s attention. Rumors are always very weird, and some people even start to say that Walnut Master is the illegitimate child of Amen Cannon.

Dean took a bite of the pie, and the sound of chew came from his mouth.

Amen Cannon stretched out his legs and sighed, "It's weird to eat at this time," he said.

"I have been weird at all times recently." Dean said behind the pancakes, and took a sip of goat's milk.

"I don't know what is going to disturb me in now." Amen Cannon said with care.

"You mean Flynn's prophecy?" Dean shook the letter in his hand. "I may be able to explain the first one. Considering this, Flynn's prophecy may be related to the members of the association."

"Are you referring to us?" Amen Cannon said, frowning. "Explain the first content."

"Eels may be referring to the agents who are under my hands. I just sent them across the sea not long ago." Dean said lightly. "As for the second, the only city we control is Fatalin City. If Goblin City If it counts, there are only two. For safety reasons, Tatuga Port can also be included. We can send someone to investigate, nominally to clean up the areas that we cannot usually take care of. As for the dragon, we can only strengthen our defenses. "

"The last two? What do you think?"

"Third, maybe we can remind the dwarves on the island to let them pay attention. As for the fourth, there are not many noble women on the island, and the first thing I can think of is-"

"Impossible," Amen Cannon interrupted Dean's words, although he only thought of the widow Leonor left by the night owl for the first time.

"Then I can't think of anyone else, but I will let my people pay attention." Dean said nonchalantly.

"Will—" Amen Cannon hesitated. "These predictions are not about us?"

"Maybe."

Amen Cannon sighed for a long time, and found that Dean did not provide him with anything of value.

"There's no need to sigh, these things are except Flain ... I doubt he can't explain it himself, otherwise why he locked himself in the mage tower."

"This is not to blame him," Amen Cannon said with a sad tone of voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Blame it on the **** night owl." Dean said angrily. "Since he died, Flynn did not leave his mage tower at all, the black elk was indulged in his family, if Bai En was not his apprentice, we even thought he was dead. Now he is still playing Disappeared. "

Dean felt Amen Cannon ’s eyes fixed on him, but he still stared at the fireplace, "I had a plan," he said, "but it's gone."

Amen Cannon snorted in response.

Dean swallowed a bite of goat's milk: "The guys of Flynn and Bane acted intuitively. Me too."

"That's no good for us." Amen Cannon snorted again.

Dean turned his chair and faced Amen Cannon: "The third prophecy may have something to do with Bane. Falheim said he went to Kaslov, there seemed to be enough mountains over there."

"Why would Flynn predict that Brian would kill a demon?" Amenkanon asked.

"Why didn't the demon kill Bai En?" Dean asked back. "The prophecy said that its owner lost hundreds of men. Judging from the strength of Bai En, it seems very likely. Especially if the demon is a real demon. Do you remember the spell he will release when he dies? "

Amen Cannon did not answer, but fell silent. After a while he asked. "Do you still believe that we will fail?"

"What do you say?" Dean retorted, "I seem to remember that it is not something I should manage, Amen Cannon. As far as I am concerned, I don't care if we succeed. There will be a fight no matter what. I doubt you Trying to find a way to avoid this. Obviously, your IQ is seriously inadequate when you think about the things we want to accomplish, especially when it comes to the rest of us. "

Dean put down the glass and continued. "The night owl is not the first one among us, and Bai En will not be the last one to die, if he is really dead. Our enemies will not be affected by these, you just let others out. The Church of the Dark Night knows only one thing, that is strength. It will ignore power until it appears. Then, it will stand at its own angle and strike you with everything. "

"And you are waiting for everything to happen?" Amen Cannon frowned. "That will destroy the city, and thousands of people will die. Does this have nothing to do with you, Dean? As long as you win in the end." "

A brutal smile hung on Dean's thin lips, "A very accurate assessment, Amen Cannon. However, in this case, the night church may want Fatalin City, or even Fatalin Island intact, And I can stop this. But it ’s too simple to destroy the city to prevent her from achieving her goal. I can do it two weeks ago. No, I want Dafa Tallinn to maintain the status quo. But I ca n’t let the night church succeed. Amen Cannon, this is the victory I want. "His eyes stared at A Men Cannon." Otherwise I will not tell you this news. "

Amen Cannon frowned deeper: "Unless you plan to betray."

Dean was silent for a while, staring at his clenched hands on his lap. "Amen Cannon," he said softly. "Anyone who has been a commander for a long time understands that betrayal is bred from one's own side. Once a position is chosen, whether it is against an enemy or an ally, it will become one of your soldiers. Reasonable choice. From the lowest-ranking soldiers seeking promotion to personal guards, officers or mages. Anyone knows the relationship between several of us, Amen Cannon. If I betrayed, I would not be able to keep me in the association Status. And impartiality. "

Amen Cannon smiled, "Who dares to challenge your authority, Dean?"

"Your apprentice is one of them." Dean replied immediately, then glanced at the walnut standing in the shadow. "Not your apprentice, the other, the guy named Red Fox. To be honest, I don't know why Your apprentices have all these names. There are also my four master mages. Even Falheim, those spies, and the residents of Fatalin. They all judge me by their own ideas. I can think of other There are so many people, Amen Cannon. "

"So, fear makes you temperate, isn't it, the King of Shadows?"

Dean frowned. "This title is called by fools who thought I was worthy of worship. I built an organization, a shadow order, which attracted the enemy's spearhead to it. It performed well at this point, but it still caused me in other ways. Somewhat disturbing. I do n’t like it, Amen Cannon. Do n’t let me hear it again. Is fear letting me be controlled? No, it ’s the fear that the power does n’t match me at all. It ’s the responsibility. ”

Dean ’s eyes moved away from the walnut, and they were still staring at his hands, "You are responsible for your association, your city, Amen Cannon. It pushes you and shapes you. And I am no exception. Fatalin Island is our last home in this world. We are growing and growing, but we are also facing destruction at any time, Amen Cannon. If you see every message that Falheim and I have collected from all over the world, you too Think that the world will be destroyed at any time. "

Dean paused, seeming to change the subject. "There does n’t seem to be any great reason for our people to love life again. I ’ve tried it, but inspiring has never been my talent. Even the night church is not enough for us to fight and defend ourselves-until we are forced to Desperate. We are still weak in this world. And the best form of death is to die from war. "His hand slipped off his leg." The death of the night owl told me this. Imagine your body It ’s dead, and your reputation is still alive. More than ten years, not just fifty years, but thousands of years. "

Dean stood up abruptly. He leaned over to look at the silent Amencanon and smiled, as if a dagger hurt Amencanon's heart. "It's the responsibility that binds me, and the responsibility itself is empty. Is this enough to protect us, will the Fatalin Association continue? Just protect them to continue? Should I keep Fatalin Island completely closed, we live here without any risk , Any threat? So, how do I continue it at that time? A piece of history, a special idea? "He shrugged." Ordinary people have no interest in history and ideas. Their souls are quiet, empty and desperate. These Are things left in the world worth keeping? I do n’t think so. "

Amen Cannon could not answer immediately. The picture Dean portrayed was not understandable by Amen Cannon, although its painful wailing touched Amen Cannon's heart.

"So, what did you tell me about the Church of the Night, who provided the news that they were planning to attack Fatalin?"

"An alchemist who wants to join the Fatalin Association, he brought a ... gift from the Church of the Night. A senior mage."

"Is it credible?"

"It's quite credible, you know the mage, it's called Billups."

"Ha," Amen Cannon didn't expect to be this person. "Are you sure that it is not a certain scheme?"

"I think yes, from Billups's expression, he didn't know he was betrayed."

"What's that alchemist's name?" Amen Cannon asked after thinking for a while.

"Dakenlol."

"What about strength?"

"I guess it might just replace Nicholas Bremen's position. But I first found him a mentor position at the spellcaster academy so that we can observe him."

"Very good," Amen Cannon said with a finger tapping on the table in front of him. "So, what is your plan?"

"Billups does n’t know much. This is normal. The missions of different people are rarely disclosed to each other in the night church. However, from what he knows, the night church seems to intend to use pirates to help them transport one. The team landed in advance, and then let the pirates sneak into the port. I guess they intend to take advantage of the chaos to solve a few of us. "

"Then let the survivors guess that this is because there is a traitor in the top level of the association, which consumes us through constant suspicion? It sounds very much like the style of the night church."

"Yes, and I can only temporarily determine that there are no spies in the top management. As for the plan, if all top management is allowed to carry more bodyguards and strengthen the management of Fatalin City and Tatuga. There is also Panetska to try It ’s a pity that the ship approaching Fatalin Island is a plan. It ’s my plan. ”

"Sounds ..."

"Is it too simple?"

"Yes ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ In fact, considering the long coastline of Fatalin Island, even if there are not many places to land, we may be difficult to guard against landing."

"Well, I will let the walnuts inform them in private." Amen Cannon said with a sigh. "How many guards do you think should be better."

"Five, ten, twenty, the more the better."

"Are you going to let everyone take a team around?"

"Yes." Dean nodded.

Amen Cannon opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he still sighed and said nothing.

"I will let each of them take at least five guards, you are responsible for strengthening the security of the association and the city." Amen Cannon finally said.