Chapter 143 Storm Gathering

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Melita Bernia is an elegant person, a high-ranking agent of the Mithril Vault, someone who holds a special place in the organization, and she has always dealt with only those who are transcendent and great, no matter how big they may be. Intimidating, or famous, or eccentric, she can always maintain her elegance, and in her elegance, she ensures the smooth progress of every transaction.

"How to sell the eternal slate?"

"quack"

You see, this is not elegant enough, is it?

Melita didn't come up in one breath and almost sprayed her veil out, but she was someone who had experienced strong winds and waves, she calmed down for the first time, looking at the indifferent Gawain with a calm face and shocked heart: "You ...the Eternal Slate you just said?"

"Yeah," Gawain nodded, "Of course, I'm not talking about a whole piece, just scraps."

"Your tone... It's almost like you're going to buy cabbage, I'm really scared by you," Melita coughed awkwardly, confirming that Gawain was indeed referring to the fragments of the Eternal Slate, "You know, this No one in the world would speak of those divine gifts with such a tone and attitude."

Only then did Gawain feel that his attitude seemed to be a bit problematic, but he couldn't do anything about it: even if he inherited Gawain Cecil's memory, his personality was still his own, and emotionally, he really couldn't put himself into it. A pure local aboriginal, and how much awe of the eternal slate, those metal pieces are just a pile of research materials in his mind, and the information stored in it is scary...

Besides, even if Gawain Cecil was here back then, he probably wouldn't have much awe when he mentioned the Eternal Slate, because that Gawain Cecil was not a believer, and as a second time The mud-legged nobleman in the pioneering era rarely has a sense of awe for anything.

"Ahem, someone who has died once, can see things more openly," Gawain waved his hand to cover up this embarrassment, then looked into Melita's eyes, "Or is it that the Eternal Slate looks like Mithril? There are no fragments of the eternal slate in the collection of an organization like the treasure house?"

"The fragments of the Eternal Slate are all in the hands of the major sects. They are their sacred relics, and they will not be handed over to the Mithril Treasury for safekeeping," Melita shook her head. "You should also be very clear about this."

"But I know another point better: what the major sects keep are only large fragments, and many of those small fragments are scattered abroad, falling into the hands of kings and nobles, as well as collectors, And there is no greater collector in the world than your mithril hoard."

Melita frowned slightly, her beautiful eyebrows.

After a long time, he said softly: "You are right, there are indeed some slate fragments in the Mithril Treasure House, but most of our collections are only kept on behalf of others, just like those crystals you handed over to us back then. , For this part of the collection, the treasure house will strictly implement the agreement and will never let it out. Unfortunately, the original owners of all the eternal slate fragments are still alive, and they have no intention of giving up the ownership of the collection, so please forgive me. Sell ​​them, and I can't show them to you without the permission of the original owner."

Looking at Melita's attitude, Gawain knew that this matter was not up for negotiation.

The reputation of the Mithril Vaults is well known, and so is their power to maintain it.

But after a few seconds of awkward silence, Melita continued: "Of course, if you're willing to wait, there may be one or two shards of slate that can be negotiated..."

"Oh?"

"I can't disclose the original owner's information, but I can tell you that a customer made a wrong choice when performing the contract and made an extremely irrational breach of contract against the Mithril Treasury. We have reason to believe that he has no way to make compensation. So what he has in the treasure trove will soon be for sale."

Although Melita was smiling and saying these words in an elegant and gentle tone, Amber, who was standing behind Gawain, couldn't help shivering all over, and a cold breath came out from head to toe.

"Hey, you business people are really scary." Miss Half-elf couldn't help muttering.

Gawain didn't ask who the mysterious defaulter was, and didn't care who the Mithril Treasure House was doing business with, he just nodded lightly: "Then I'll wait. But I still have to confirm what happened to the Eternal Slate. Sell?"

It is really necessary to find out the price, otherwise it will be embarrassing if you don't have the money to buy it, even more embarrassing than Melita's "quack" just now. Although Gao Wen, who was sitting on the Kingdom's coffin book, felt that he had some spare money on hand, the value of something like the eternal slate could not be measured by money. God knows what price the Mithril Treasure House will charge?

Melita had already gotten used to Gawain's reality at this time, and she smiled lightly: "The value of the Eternal Slate cannot be measured in money, and the Mithril Treasure House doesn't need to be sold for money, so we want something else, It is best to collect rare treasures, such as ancient relics from the Gondor period. I believe you can take them out. If you don't want to, you can also put those crystals you handed over to the treasury for safekeeping. Of course, the best You can have another Eternal Slate Fragment on hand, which is the most convenient, and we can exchange it directly."

Gawain listened, and his heart suddenly moved: Those crystals that he handed over to the Mithril Treasure House have the same value as the Eternal Slate in the eyes of the other party?

He believed that the Mithril Treasure House would not talk nonsense in this regard. The other party's ability to identify treasures is well known to the world, and they never do business at a loss. So... do they know the origin of those crystals? Or at least know its value?

But Gawain wasn't sure whether this question could be asked directly to Melita. After careful consideration, he decided to tap it as naturally as possible: "It seems that in your eyes, those crystals are very valuable?"

"According to the classification method of the mithril treasure house, treasures other than natural products are divided into three types. The first is the treasures that come from human hands and can also be reproduced. Most of those so-called treasures belong to this category; the second is from Human hands, but treasures that cannot be reproduced, such as the ancient relics of the Empire of Gondor or older treasures, belong to this category; the third is the extraordinary wonders, which... do not come from human hands."

Melita said, her eyes were slightly curved, and she looked at Gawain with a smile: "Those crystals, and the fragments of the Eternal Slate, none of them came from human hands."

...

Boundless, moody, sometimes calm, sometimes devouring the sky, when furious can destroy the strongest ships and reefs, when calm is like a cradle, but beneath the cradle hides another dark and deep world.

This is the ocean.

Human beings have conquered the entire land, but they cannot conquer the ocean. Outside the Loren continent, there are impermanent waters that are far wider than the continent. It exceeds the range that the coastal lighthouse can illuminate, because outside the lighthouse, the sea is far more manic than it looks, and the fragile wooden boats made by humans cannot resist the storms of the distant sea at all. Let the most experienced captains lose their way.

Before the Church of the Lord of Storms was transformed into a dark sect, the priests of the Lord of Storms were the only shelter and guide for mankind when they sailed beyond the lighthouse. However, after the Church of the Lord of Storms broke with all the Orthodox Churches and degenerated into a dark sect, all ocean routes came to an end, and people had to stay away from the sea in fear. They have also become cowards who only dare to sail along the coastline, while the priests and priests of the Lord of Storms have left the continent and the sight of the world. They have stepped on the waves and walked into the far sea, and have since changed their names to Children of the Storm.

Instead of believing and worshipping the Lord of the Storm, they worship the storm itself, believing that the tide will destroy the whole world, whether it is through the rising tide or the ebb.

In the depths of the eastern endless sea, on an unnamed large island reef, the children of the storm are nervously repairing fortifications, repairing totems, and setting up temporary barriers. Brewing in the whirlpool, torrential rain continued to pour down from the sky, blurring the boundaries between the sky and the sea, and even gave people a feeling that the sea was about to hang upside down.

Even in the endless seas where storms are frequent, this terrifying celestial phenomenon rarely appears, and it only means one thing: those sirens are coming again.

A storm priest stood on the observation deck in the rainstorm, his black robes rattled in the wind, and the rain seemed to be unable to affect his sight. He just stared at the increasingly violent sea water, as if he was staring at an abyss.

The endless sea, which wraps the world in impermanent waters, hides those maddening truths deeply, and leaves mortals with the illusion of watery tenderness, and those foolish mortals have the little sanity and Wisdom comes into play, and these sanity and wisdom instinctively lead them to awe of the endless ocean, and in awe to move away from its deepest depths.

This weakness may be the best gift left by the Creator to mankind, but it is a pity that the children of the storm who once faced the truth have lost the happiness of escape.

The vortex of dark clouds in the sky has dropped a little again, and the terrifying sound of wind and thunder is constantly pouring into his ears. The priest of the storm raised his head and saw abnormal waves rolling on the distant sea level, and some vague things were coming from the sea. Emerging from the sea surface, it is a terrifying deep-sea alien beast that is dozens or even hundreds of times larger than normal creatures, and between them, there are some small female figures.

Ordinary people would probably think that the "witches" were using those giant beasts at the first sight of this scene, but the Storm Priest, who had dealt with the Kraken many times, knew very well that those giant beasts were not commanded at all. The monsters, like the female figures mixed in with them, are all sirens.

"They" are of the same race, but have infinite incarnations of terror.

The horn of the sea soul was blown, and the children of the storm rushed to the battle position. The voice of the priest ran through the storm and resounded through the entire island reef:

"The Kraken is here!!!"

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