Chapter 36: You make a note.
Chapter 36 You Make a Note
“Hold your horses.”
Heine, however, was not the first to agree, and he called George to a halt.
The lord lord turned back in surprise.
“What?”
The other party’s reaction wasn’t quite the same as what he had imagined unfolding, ah.
Shouldn’t he have been shocked, then moved beyond words, then followed himself down the line with a nervous face?
Heine: “I want to confirm something first: are you going to show me something so hidden that getting involved would mean not being able to pull out?”
George: “……”
Heine: “Your hesitation suggests that it does, then I refuse – I dare not intervene without knowing what the secret is.
“The night is very late, and it is time for me to go.”
Heine stands up and heads out.
“Wait!”
George hurriedly called out to him, “Heine, you have to trust me, after seeing it you will absolutely join.”
“So after seeing it, you have to join?”
“……”
George cursed this cunning little fox, but clenched his teeth:
“It’s okay to watch it even if you don’t join.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I don’t believe you, you make a note.”
“You ……”
George’s eyebrows knit together.
It was the first time he had met someone so difficult to deal with.
“Okay,” he sighed, “I’ll write you a paperwork.”
A few minutes later.
Heine blew the ink stains out of the “note” and folded it up.
“Relieved now?” George snickered.
“Please.”
……
The two walked into the chamber.
As they went down the steps, it was as if a breeze was blowing outward from the depths.
At the bottom was a small study with a thick carpet on the floor and bookshelves all around.
The blank wall above the bookshelves was covered with portraits, twenty in total, lined up in order from the entrance to the right.
The front ones also had hand-drawn pictures, and in the center was some sort of magical drawing that had vaguely failed.
The newest ones were magical portraits that Heine had seen in the Lion King’s trade house.
The people on them would blink and turn their necks, but they looked like poor quality live2d holsters in a creepy sort of way.
It wasn’t these that concerned Heine the most, but the strange feeling that lingered ever since he stepped into this place.
This feeling was so strong that he couldn’t help but tap his brow and open the pupils of the dead.
Then, he was deeply attracted by a flash of silver color.
His gaze passed through the thick carpet and saw a spell formation outlined with silver silk threads underneath.
It was so clear, so intricate, so complete.
For a moment, Heine’s heart rose to his throat!
He had found the source of the feeling ……
It was the same as the feeling in the cellar of their house, but hundreds of times more intense, so much so that it created a trance of “something is calling me”.
“Your senses are sharp!”
George’s mouth broke into a grin when he saw him staring at the carpet with a deadpan expression.
Then, he stepped forward and uncovered the carpet.
Heine was busy closing the pupils of the dead, then froze.
Underneath the carpet was a magic map.
Protected by a layer of glass, it was a three-dimensional magic illusion.
Heine had seen a similar “miniature view of the trade house” in the lobby of the Lion King’s trade house, which after all was the tallest building in the Silver Bazaar with five floors.
The map in front of him was bigger, and the phantoms were more elaborate.
“See?”
George said excitedly:
“Look here, to the west is the Zanro Plateau, the country of the orcs and the Zanros, to the north is the tundra, to the east is the Whispering Forest, and then to the east are two mysterious forests respectively, and several thousand miles away is the Luku Plain, where the People of Gold reside… hahahaha, they’re very far away, did you see that!”
George began to ramble on about the geography and politics beyond the mountains.
It was obvious that he was very proud of this hidden knowledge.
Heine’s face was aghast, but as she listened, something in her heart didn’t feel right.
Apart from the strange transcendental elements, the mountains of Makara were no different from a closed feudal society.
To the common man, this unused geographical knowledge was like a legend in the mouth of a bard.
For the nobles who were locked away, it was more like some kind of mysterious taboo.
The Four Nations Convention not only blocked the inflow of equipment and props and professionals above level 5, but also blocked this “common sense”.
Therefore, every time he stepped into the Lion King Trading House, Heine felt a sense of alienation and dissonance.
It was as if a medieval town had opened a modern trade building.
While others were still using pigeons to send letters, they already had something like “holographic magic illusion”.
Now, the more vigorously George talked about this self-proclaimed secret knowledge, the stronger this feeling became.
This was a secret that had been obtained only through the efforts of successive lords.
And the knowledge Heine had heard from those three guys was more than that.
Those not only came from all over the world, but also spanned time and gave direct insight into the future.
…
George sat right down on the floor in the excitement of what he was saying.
“…… So do you understand? Whether it’s the city of the Sacred Helm or the ancestral city of the Zanjos, Tayaga, or the mountain fortress of the Dwarves, it’s all very far away from us.
“So any threat is nothing more than a joke, if they’re really that powerful, why are they secretly accumulating holy light? “Yes, that’s right, the Burrowing Ground was judged, but it was just a trial, and we blocked it didn’t we? We also found a well, we drove off Donald, and now it’s no longer a threat!
“We have enemies on all sides, they imprison, blockade and suppress us, but they also fear each other, they fear us falling to either side!
“So don’t worry, Heine, the compromise I showed today was all just a disguise, it was put on for them!”
Snap!
He suddenly slapped the map.
“Heine, I want to change all that! You’ll join in, won’t you?”
Heine didn’t answer, he didn’t know what to say.
Players rarely remembered a character’s name, for example Dylan had been “Tail King” in the mouths of all three so far.
Hunter was “boss number three”, for example.
Unless it’s a special character that’s special enough for them to remember.
They still call George Lord, and probably don’t even remember his face.
Even if that was force majeure, the laird’s part in it was pitifully small.
Not even as much as Mr. Hsia’s “seventh master”.
So Heine didn’t think that George was some kind of “heavenly warrior”.
To be honest, the moment he saw the spell, he had expectations.
He expected the other party to mention this mysterious spell and relate it to his own mysterious ability.
That was the key to breaking the game.
But he obviously knew nothing about that either.
The air was quiet for a while, and George frowned:
“What, you don’t believe me?”
“Other than this map?” Heine tried.
George was stunned, “Isn’t this enough?”
“What do you intend to do? I mean ‘change it all’.”
“Pull the strings, divide and conquer, one by one, we have the power to do that! Like I said, they can’t stretch their hands that far, and there’s a limit to how much power they can mobilize, and wasn’t that Othelwell killed by you and Secretary Dylan working together?”
“But you promised an apology and compensation.”
“Yes, but that was a necessary compromise, and I’m even going to concede more, I’m going to let Eternal Dawn build a church here!
“Not only them, but the Shadow Temple, the Dwarves, the Elves, and even the Zanjos, they can all come and fix whatever they want!
“I just want them to fight over Ebony Town, isn’t that good?”
Looking at George’s wild eyes, Heine slowly shook his head.
–He didn’t even know about the Four Nations Convention.
Driving a tiger to swallow a wolf is a good plan, but only if you don’t provoke the tiger.
If the Four Powers really didn’t care about this place, why would they go to such lengths to blockade it?
A blockade was far more difficult to achieve than destruction.
“What else are you worried about?” George asked.
Heine: “Are there any more storage wells around us? How many more are there?
“Will holy light fall from the sky again? Who’s next to bury the bones?
“And, will they turn on the Lords’ House, on you?”
George couldn’t help but laugh:
“You are too timid, I admit that they crushed me like an ant, but after so many years, our legacy is still unbroken.
“Even a certain ancestor of mine had a strange disease, and was still cured by their joint efforts …… You see, they are instead afraid that something will happen to me.”
Heine: “Perhaps this survival was traded for compromise and non-resistance.”
George’s smile froze.
His face, which had been kind, became angry, and his lips quivered slightly, like an enraged lion.
But he still didn’t snap, instead pointing towards the door, his tone hardened:
“You go away and pretend I never said anything.”
Heine sighed.
“I’m sorry, Lord.”
……
When Heine returned to the room, the three were reviewing the daytime battle.
This time, unlike in the past, they were discussing whether the dedication of the sheep-catching one had been stepped on a little too much and might have been noticed.
“To put it bluntly you just want to put a skill right?”
Sa always spoke with a smell of dipped vinegar now.
Catching a goat straightened up, “I’m not pretending anymore, dude just wants to step on it and try it out! Just ask if you’re convinced?”
Mr. Sa immediately stopped.
With the return of Heine, Mr. Xia quickly shifted his target.
“Do you guys think Heine and George will have an ulterior py deal?”
Catch the Goat: “Dude your mind is dangerous.”
Chief Sa: “I forbid you to slander my good big brother Heine without bringing me along – I think there’s definitely something going on between the two of them, and it’s a safe bet it’s Georges’ unrequited love!”
Heine is powerless to spit, but inexplicably feels grounded.
This was “real power”.
It was all he had.
But he’s got to show these two guys that trouble comes out of the mouth.
So he started talking to himself on a daily basis to the skeletons.
Especially Ms. Summer, who was suspected to be “Ms. Darling”.
He was disgusted by Ms. Xia, who was talking to him as if he was in love with a paper doll.
Just as Mr. Sa was laughing the loudest, Heine turned the tables on him.
“I believe you’re an elven archeress as well?”
“I’m fucking ……”
“I really hope you’ll recover your memories soon too, tsk, this is a plot that adventure novels wouldn’t even dare to write about.”
…
In the midst of the trio’s bickering, Heine rolled over into bed.
Tomorrow he would be able to go to the haunted manor, and he had a feeling that he would be able to lift more of the fog that shrouded his eyes.
It was an extraordinarily sweet sleep.
(End of chapter)