For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   Chapter 219 Count to One

   The moment the girl named Elis stepped out, Quil Wolfyan, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately panicked.

   You must know that the forest druid who led the team and the surrounding Wild Hunt are obviously aimed at them. Quill had been thinking about how to get out of here without being discovered.

   As a result, the girl just walked out like this? Or for something so boring?

   Doesn't she know who she is now? Don't you know how important your eyes are?

   The eyes of the first generation of the eighth Holy Spirit envoy Sibira Homer can be said to be the biggest bond that their organization has been able to maintain to this day. The clues in those eyes about the whereabouts of the Eighth Holy Spirit's legacy are also the only hope for overthrowing and rebuilding the empire with their weak power.

   The holders of [God's Eye] are all top-level powerhouses with both wisdom and power, and are perfect leaders recognized and supported by all members of the organization.

   However, the successor of the previous [God's Eye], after being defeated by the chief of the Platinum Circle, broke the long tradition and transplanted those eyes to a blind orphan with average talent. And her single-minded approach directly led to the fragmentation of the entire organization, and even some of the core members defected to the empire because of this, revealing their whereabouts in Cuiyu Province for a crown-wearing tour.

   So, I hate babysitting...

  Quier resisted the urge to walk up and pull her back, making it look more conspicuous and suspicious.

He pretended to be okay and stood there, watching the girl named Elis walk to the altar in the center of the temple, walked to the forest druid, and then looked at the half of the corpse.

   As long as he doesn't go out with her, his identity will not be exposed for the time being. The lackeys of the Duke of Sacred Tree around will not pay too much attention to themselves.

   Looking around at the Wild Hunters who surrounded him, Quill Wolfyan thought to himself.

   The gap between the enemy and us is too great. If he wants to survive, he wants those eyes not to fall into the hands of the empire. His last hope is to suddenly create chaos at a critical moment, and then take the girl to escape.

   Although the success rate is basically negligible, this is his only chance.

   Thinking of this, Quill couldn't help but wonder.

   After all, why did she stand up like this...

  …

  Ellis also didn't know why he suddenly stood up.

   Her [God Eyes], which claim to be able to see through the essence of everything in the world, easily penetrated the turban wrapped around her head to see everything that happened in front of her.

   The sad man who ate his wife's corpse, the arrogant forest druid, the child who stayed in place with dull eyes...

   Then it seemed that some figure overlapped with them, and some scenes that did not belong to the present covered the horizon in front of her.

   It was a skinny man kneeling on the ground and eating a corpse, while a gray-haired man stood beside him and complained:

"I've already said that, for this kind of task of going to Ravenwood Forest to deal with the problems of the world, don't come with you, Neh. No one gives you a good face and you have to deal with the corpse yourself. Why bother. Besides, even if you Act strictly according to the traditions of those people, and those who are immortal will not re-accept you as a forest druid, you should know this better than anyone else."

   Then, the gray-haired man whispered in a barely audible voice:

   "You can't use threats to force those people to obey. This design is too bad."

   "Lord Judge, I just have a reason to go back to my hometown and see me. I'm very satisfied. Such a guilty body doesn't ask for more."

  The skinny man stopped what he was doing and replied.

"The damned guilty body, the Mages Guild voted to recognize the legal status of undead magic. Even if there is still a 'dead' in the Seven Holy Spirit beliefs. That is, the realm of Ravenwood breaks many rules, and it will not change in the future. Sooner or later some traditions have to play themselves out."

   The gray-haired man who was respectfully called the presiding judge said so, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at himself without warning, which surprised Elis who was watching.

   "Sibilla, can you check the magic residue around here? Let's get those necromancers out and go back early, and it's not a problem to let this fool eat it."

   Hearing the words, Elis felt that he opened his mouth uncontrollably and made a voice that did not belong to him.

   "No problem, I'll do the magic residual appraisal, I..."

   In her memory, before she could finish her words, all the illusions in front of her disappeared in an instant, and she returned to the canopy temple again.

"I…"

   The previous inertia made Elis involuntarily take a small step forward, and her mouth still had the unfinished words of the person named "Sibera".

   For a moment, she could not distinguish between the phantom and the present Elis. She paused for a while, and then looked at the sad and angry man in front of her. She said with a little trembling:

   "I can help this gentleman identify the residual magic power."

"you?"

   the old man asked suspiciously.

   "Little boy, how old are you? You dare to say that you can help with the magic test."

   "This kind of thing has nothing to do with age."

   Elis tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice.

  Some kind of emotion that didn't belong to her was flowing in her heart. Although this emotion made her feel very scared, she still stood up.

   If it is the person in the memory, she will definitely stand up.

"Then let me ask another question. Based on the evaluation system of the Star Law, which level of magic caster are you? Let me remind you that the staff under the Duchess starts at the expert level. Because it involves the reputation of the ambassador of the empire, The Duchess will most likely send a master-level magic caster to conduct a thorough investigation, why do you dare to say that you can help?"

   The old man continued to ask, with strong impatience in his tone.

  Although he is not a magic caster in the star law system, but with his eyesight, he can clearly see that the magic power fluctuations on the girl in front of him are weak and only a little better than ordinary people.

   "Apprentice..."

   Elis answered in a low voice.

   "The apprentice dares to speak up..."

   "But I can see."

   Before the Druid could finish speaking, Elis interrupted by raising his voice slightly.

   "What can you see? Forget it... Whatever you see, keep it home and tell your parents."

   But the old man just waved his hand impatiently, and then motioned for the Wild Hunt beside him to blow away the girl who was inexplicably trying to help out.

"I can see you wearing a pendant enchanted by the [Surge of Life] spell, and a ring with lightning resistance. Is that ring because your left arm has been damaged by lightning in the past? Above? The residual magic power is too weak, I can't see what spell caused it."

   The girl's words made the forest druid stop his movements, and he held his breath and looked at the unremarkable girl in front of him.

   His left arm was indeed injured by lightning spells, but that was three years ago.

The Wild Hunt beside    obeyed the command of his boss and walked over, intending to go over and blast the girl away, and then he immediately stopped him.

"How did you know?"

  The old man stared at the girl in front of him, lowered his voice and asked seriously.

   "I can see."

   Even though he knew what kind of result his answer would bring, Elis replied.

   Because if you don’t say so, the other party will not admit his authority.

   "So, are you the one we're looking for?"

After    finished speaking, he did not wait for the other party's answer, but directly instructed the Wild Hunt beside him:

   "Take her to the Duke, our work is done."

   "Please wait."

   Looking at the Wild Hunt approaching her, Elis said calmly.

   "What? Do you have any other conditions to talk to us?"

The   Druid raised his hand and signaled his subordinates to stop first.

   "Can you let me complete the identification of the corpse before taking me away? As you can see, I am fully capable of this matter and find justice for this uncle."

   asked Elis.

   In response, the old man smiled and shook his head:

   "Since we've all found you, this kind of trivial matter is completely unimportant. It's fine to leave it to the priest of the Canopy Temple to solve it on his own as usual. Take it away!"

The last two words    were addressed to his subordinates.

   But after the last two words landed, those Wild Hunters did not move, and did not even set their eyes on Elis, the target of their trip.

   They all looked at the forest druid who was leading the team.

   In other words, the woman who appeared behind the forest druid at an unknown time and held the opponent's throat with a silver dagger.

"What do you want to do?"

   asked the old man.

   "Just do as this girl said. Really, she is willing to reveal her identity to help your fellow clan find justice, but you people in Cuiyu Province don't even have this kind of tolerance?"

  Nezmael replied coldly.

   "I think you just want to be a hero and lose your head for a while, immediately put down your weapon and I think nothing happened. But if you don't let me go, you will be treated like her..."

  Although the blade was on his neck, the forest druid said very calmly.

   He never believed that in the Canopy Sanctuary, surrounded by dozens of Wild Hunters, someone from the Empire would dare to kill a Forest Druid directly.

  If she really did this, let’s not say whether she can get out alive, even if she is really a legend or even a master at the level of God’s Domain, and can kill a **** path. Just killing a high-ranking official in Cuiyu Province in front of everyone's eyes is definitely a vicious diplomatic accident.

  Dare to do this, unless the opponent's backstage is a member of the Riel royal family, or directly the emperor himself.

   "Isn't anyone educated you not to talk like that to someone who holds a knife on your neck?"

   With a disdainful "tsk", Nezemar said so.

   Said, she also pulled the dagger in her hand slightly, and cut the tough bark skin lightly, bright red with some green, I don't know if it was blood or sap slightly seeping out.

   That Druid's throat trembled involuntarily, scraping the blade, a layer of brown powder was scraped out,

   Then he said in a less calm tone:

   "You... don't mess around, I count to three, if you don't let me go..."

   "I can only count to one. If you don't answer, I will acquiesce that you will not cooperate."

   In this regard, Nezemar said indifferently.

"what?"

   "I counted, one..."

   "Cooperation! Let this young lady check the remains of the corpse's magic power first!"

   (end of this chapter)