Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 369: Letter from Mrs. Ellen (2/3)

"War is a bitter fruit brewed by human beings themselves. We have no right to interfere with the path they choose."

"But those innocent people... those who were as old as my children, other people's children..."

The former mercenary clenched his fists, and he murmured unwillingly: "The bitter fruit of human choice is obviously the result of the choice of those high-ranking big shots!"

He also thought that the Huaiguang Church would stop what Fei Yandi did, just like they stopped the disaster hidden in the South China Sea Great Labyrinth, just like they supported his revenge and defeated the sequoia that cannibalized priests people.

At the very least, I have to refute myself, why do they call the choices of those big people the choices of 'human beings'.

But Bishop Huaiguang didn't say a word, which made the mountain people's blood gradually turn cold.

If, for the Huaiguang Church, everything I believed in in the past is just a necessary step to 'stop the disaster', not if they will really do this for good...

"Go."

Wandering in unwillingness and disappointment, Lübeck heard the bishop speak like this.

"If you want, go. You are not a member of Huaiguang, Lubeck, you are a human being with your own hands and feet, how can the church stop you from doing anything?"

Still looking down, Bishop Baiwu said calmly: "Your knives, armor and other equipment are all in the storage room underground of the church. They are well maintained. You can go to get them back at any time. .”

"Do what you think is right, Lübeck. The church only stops what is proven 'wrong', because we are the ones who have died once—but you are not."

"Go."

Raising his head, the old man stared at the human in front of him.

He said this, with an encouraging tone: "If you fail, it will not be too late to come back."

"Even if you die, don't be afraid, Huai Guanghui will still embrace you."

"Embrace failure and prevent mistakes. This is one of the few things we can do."

So the man understands.

He was stunned, then nodded to the old man with respect, and left the small room.

But Bishop Baiwu didn't take it seriously, he continued to read the letter, and new words were constantly being refreshed on the crystal board on the side.

[The Setar Empire, the Western Plains, the pre-epoch civilization ecological bank, contains alien viruses, and the comprehensive disaster level is the third level of 'turmoil'... Two agents have accepted the task]

[Flying Flame Land, Veronia Island Group, the ancestor queen ant 'Queen of the Sun' will fully wake up within two years, the comprehensive disaster level is the second level 'catastrophe'... Fifteen agents have taken over To take the task, the additional supporter is the local strongman of Feiyan Land, Qianyu King RuPaul]

[Far Shore Island, Fulaner submarine volcano group, underground cavity area, natural spiritual energy field gathering, it is very likely to cause mantle lava to surge up, causing a super giant volcanic eruption, affecting the planet's ecology, comprehensive disaster level, It is the first level 'Apocalypse'... the handler is the local fifth energy level powerhouse in the far shore, 'Green Star' Grid]

On the small screen on the other side of the crystal board, there are texts that refresh slowly one by one.

[The Setar Empire, Nanling Province, the ecological base of pre-epoch civilization, contains nests of parasites, and the comprehensive disaster level is the third level of 'turmoil'... The disaster has been dealt with]

[Auxiliary processors: Bai Wu, Tian Yan, the main processor is Harrison Port, the first energy level is 'Ian', the second energy level is Goser Beed, and the first energy level is Isengard E. Lun, the local Warcraft Iron Shark]

['Ian' has been confirmed to have the potential of the fifth energy level, entering the 'witness' process]

…

Sublimators from other places often come to Lai'an to buy high-quality fresh Xiahui grass to make high-quality psychic nourishing extracts.

This is not an uncommon occurrence for locals.

Ian's letter of greeting was quickly received by the relevant personnel, waiting for Baron Ryan's reply.

According to Ian's speculation, if the local baron had the same work and rest habits as the Viscount Grant—maybe a little lazier, because the Viscount is poorer—he would have to wait at least four hours until almost noon before he could be accepted by the Baron. The reception, maybe for the sake of his psyker and the sharp-clawed tiger that endangered the territory, he might have lunch with him.

Generally speaking, this is the process. And the steward's answer "the baron should have lunch with you" proves this point even more.

So after sending the greeting letter, Ian went to the local platinum iridium workshop based on the principle of not wasting time.

Like Port Harrison, the Platinum Iridium Workshop in Leonland has the same decoration, with white walls and a low-profile exterior, but an extremely neat and simple interior.

The most important thing is the pavement located in the center of the commercial street.

Contrary to what many people imagine, although Laianling is the origin of the raw materials of Xiahuicao and several other sublimation plants, it is not the main distribution center. The fleets of major chambers of commerce have a fixed time every month to go to the Golden Leaf Town or Fujino Town receives the semi-finished products that have been processed, and then transfers them to a series of workshops on the agate stone plain for processing.

So compared to the port city of Port Harrison, Ryanland is quieter, and because of the rain, there are no people on the streets.

"Welcome...huh?"

When Ian took off his helmet and entered the interior of the Platinum Iridium Workshop, the two employees who were saluting forgot to bow their heads for a moment, and just stared straight at his face.

It's not just the boy's appearance, but also because of the contrast between his too young appearance and the sense of coercion when he wears a helmet.

But soon, the older employee reacted. He stepped forward and said in a more respectful tone than before: "You are His Excellency Ian, right? The news from the headquarters has been delivered. Your package It's in the vault, please wait a moment, we'll take it out for you right away."

"But please forgive me, for the process, we still need to confirm some of your information..."

Amazing appearance, young, white people, alchemy knights—this kind of description basically has no second place except for the person in front of me, but the process still has to go.

And Ian also nodded slightly, and took out the knight medal and documents that he had prepared long ago from his arms: "I didn't expect Isengard to be faster than me, and he is quite considerate, and I don't know what's going on recently .”

No one dares to follow such words.

The identification speed is very fast. After all, it is only a process. It didn't take long for the preservation box made of snow crystal to be taken out.

This kind of crystal is not cold, but it can guarantee the internal storage temperature. It is a by-product of mining frost crystals, and its value is not high. The inscription is engraved on it—good guy, this inscription is definitely a masterpiece, how can so many inscriptions for regulating temperature and humidity be engraved on such a fragile crystal plate?

It still looks very beautiful. At a glance, even Ian almost thinks it is an ordinary pattern.

"Isn't this safe box also a limited collection?"

Thinking in his heart, Ian looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and then twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really—"The Phantom Line of South Bronk", isn't this the signature of the inscription master 150 years ago? ? I saw her signature in the textbook."

Half of the antiques came out. He felt that this box alone was worth more than 300 talers, maybe even higher. After all, Ian didn't know how popular this inscription master was.

Next, Ian used the remote communication equipment in the Platinum Iridium Workshop, that is, Terra's typewriter, to report the safety of the Platinum Iridium Workshop in Port Harrison. Because the notification also takes time, he also Without waiting for a reply, he left directly.

Put on the helmet and carry the safe, Ian followed the staff of the workshop to the accommodation building where the platinum iridium workshop entertained distinguished guests.

When he came to his room, Ian gathered himself together, opened the box, and opened the vision horizon.

At once, purple mist overflowed from it.

The second-level goblin potion materials are in it—bottles, jars, and sublimation materials exuding strange colors fill the entire small box.

According to this weight, Ian felt that it would be enough to make two bottles of the second-level fairy potion if he saved some money and spent some money on himself.

That's it.

However, compared with these materials that are too much, it is a letter on these materials that attracts Ian's attention more.

In the letter, there was a line that was obviously not written by Isengard, but a beautiful handwriting left by a woman.

A letter that made Ian frown slightly.

"Aphrina Ellen..."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter in his hand, Ian whispered to himself: "Is that Queen's mother from Yisen?"

"What does she mean by writing to me alone?"