Arcane Lord

In order for the pioneering movement to proceed smoothly and set off a wave of pioneering that swept the entire empire, what Shia needed to pay was not just a little or two, but continuous investment.

Managing the secondary plane was a long-term plan, and she couldn't wait that long. It was originally part of her plan to hand over the green field plane to Gustav.

Sending it in advance now is nothing more than offsetting the favor owed by the teacher, but the other party should pay no less.

Otherwise, how could it possibly be worth a livable sub-plane just to solve the problem of Doraisin!

This is also a tacit understanding between the Seven Towers that has lasted for hundreds of years.

After watching the teacher leave, Shia turned and walked towards the inner room - a secret room sealed by various powerful spells. The furnishings here were extremely simple.

Apart from an elf-style armchair, there was only an altar that looked unfinished. There was a statue on the altar, which looked somewhat similar to Shia upon closer inspection.

How to reach the realm of God is what Shia has been thinking about. There is no detailed explanation of the principles in the Elf's God Ascension Plan, but since the implementation of the plan, Shia has some understandings of her own.

Sitting down on the armchair, a thought flashed through Siya's mind, the elves would still enjoy it!

However, this thought was quickly thrown out of her mind. Looking at her statue on the altar, Shia closed her eyes and meditated, carefully realizing that this was not the process of ascension to the gods given by the elves.

But Shia believes that this plays a very important role in her understanding of the origin of God.

She never believed that the elves were so kind. There must be some kind of trap in the ascension ceremony, but it was just limited to her knowledge. She couldn't detect it yet, so she could only be careful.

…

Just when Shia was trying to re-understand the ascension ceremony, a big event happened in Cormanso far in the east.

In the Stardew Courtyard, it looked like there was a banquet going on here, but at this time all the elves attending the banquet had turned into corpses.

There were no wounds on their elves, their expressions seemed to be enjoying themselves, and even their movements maintained the same posture as they did at the moment of death.

Either standing or sitting, or raising your hands to pick fruits from the suspended fruit plate, or turning sideways to relatives and friends beside you, with your lips slightly open.

But his eyes had lost all their sparkle.

The only one, the only one left, his eyes were full of resentment, despair, and confusion. His fingers on the table were constantly trembling, not only because of anger, but also fear.

I wanted to point at the graceful female elf in the corner of the courtyard, but I couldn't lift it up.

"Villance, do you really want to be so heartless?" Orlando's lips moved and he uttered these words for a long time.

But his words failed to move Villanse in the slightest. She pointed a finger, and another Villanse appeared out of thin air.

It's just that she had a cold temperament before, but the one who appeared next had a hint of charm on her face.

Orlando was stunned. Isn't this the high mage Villanse who he thought he had surrendered? how--

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and pointed at the first Villanse, "You, you——"

"Even I had a hard time getting the customized version of Imasca's anthropomorphic puppet. Now, Orlando, make your choice!"

"I, I -" Orlando was speechless for a moment. He finally understood why Great-grandfather Loren asked him to stay away from Villanse. The High Mage was not an existence he could control.

Indeed, he couldn't even distinguish between a real person and a puppet, so how could he control it?

In an instant, he also understood a lot of things. Maybe he didn't control the other party at all, but the other party controlled him. Maybe he fell into a trap early on.

Stardew Scepter?

Thinking of this, Orlando actually felt a little resentful towards his great-grandfather Laurent. Why not send back the complete Stardew Scepter?

Or, why not open the demiplane secret room where the family treasure is hidden for him?

And those ancestors before, why did they set up the demiplane secret room to require a key and at the same time have strong power?

Although his reason told him that this was because the protection and sealing power of the demiplane secret room was very powerful, the resentment caused by despair had already affected his thinking.

The resentment reached its limit, and even the fear dissipated a lot. Looking at Villanse's body without any emotional fluctuations, Orlando fell into resentment towards Villanse again.

Taking a deep breath, Orlando forced himself to calm down, and his mind was frantically calculating how to continue the family.

"Villance, let's make a deal!"

"You are not qualified to trade with me!" Villanse decisively refused, "Hand over the plane key! Otherwise, death here is just the beginning. You know I can do it!"

"No, I am qualified!" Orlando showed a sad smile and pointed at his head, "As long as I die, you will never get the plane key."

The plane key is not a specific item, it is just a piece of information. Without this unique key, even a powerful mage would not be able to find a demiplane secret room with a powerful seal.

When Orlando knew that the incomplete Stardew Scepter could not open the demiplane chamber, he decisively destroyed the scepter itself.

And when Villanse came to find him, he tried to cover up the past by using the scepter to be destroyed. The corpses all over the courtyard bore witness to his failure.

But he has one last trick.

Villanse frowned as she watched the flames of Holy Power gradually igniting on Orlando's body. She didn't expect that Orlando was actually the priest of the Lord God.

With her status as a senior mage, she naturally doesn't worry about offending the Lord God by killing a few priests. In a sense, she and the Lord God are actually equal.

But a priest who is proficient in magic wants to destroy his soul, and she has no way to stop it, unless she can reach an agreement with the Lord God to deprive Orlando of his holy power, but this is almost impossible.

"Say your conditions, but you have to know that at most I will not get the plane key, but you will lose everything!"

"I know!"

Even though he had gained some voice by committing suicide, Orlando did not get carried away because of this. He knew very well that the existence opposite him, which may no longer be called a mortal, would not let him be too presumptuous.

"I need to keep the Stardew family alive!"

"This is impossible!" Villanse showed a trace of ridicule, "All spellcasters must die. This is the bottom line. Let's change the condition!"

Orlando's face turned pale. If all the spellcasters died, what would be left of the Stardew family? It would only be a matter of time before they were completely eliminated.

He hated both Villanse's ruthlessness and his own incompetence. Just as he was about to activate the holy flame to self-destruct, he suddenly remembered the last words of Loren's great-grandfather before he disappeared -

Fenowita was only imprisoned by humans and did not die.

A few days ago, Orlando was busy trying to find a way to open the demiplane secret room in order to obtain the higher power to maintain the family's survival, but he neglected to rescue Fenowita.

Unexpectedly, it now became the key to Fenowita's survival.