Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 309 Deadly Rhythm
"It's strange that there's no record of why Fisterion is called a great sinner."

Alcaster, the "Starbreaker," has been riding high these days.

He himself never expected that a disciple he casually took in would be so useful in Radiant City.

Not only was a new settlement arranged for him, but with the help of the city guards and the Radiant Guards, these half-elves were made residents of the city. That group of "refugees" was easily wiped clean.

The half-elves and mages who participated in the underground exploration reaped quite a good harvest every day.

As a result, Alcaster's prestige among his people soared, and some half-elves even came here after hearing the news.

He felt that Rean had helped him, but Rean felt that the Archmage had helped him.

This is probably what it means to have completely different perspectives depending on your angle of view.

On Rean and Dania's side, in order to overcome the crisis, they are willing to borrow any power that is available. However, most of the beastman nations are quite xenophobic, and due to years of tribal wars, they are very wary of other races.

As for the half-elves, they are used to being neglected by their parents and are known as a "disorganized race".

The main gathering place for half-elves is actually the Druid Grove. Only this kind of pan-nature faith faction can accept them, which is probably the least discriminatory towards race.

Even so, the elven faction within the Druids remained very dissatisfied with them.

"The demonic tide is imminent; we need to take refuge."

This is a lesson learned by the race: if a world war were to break out, the first to be destroyed would be small countries and small ethnic groups.

The most dangerous places are the central and prosperous areas of the mainland, where people may be enslaved and their property deprived. Only those in remote border areas have a chance of survival, and ideally, they need the support of local officials who recognize their bottom line as "human beings."

Although it sounds terrible and tragic, the reality is often many times more cruel and tragic than the pre-selection process.

It wasn't just the half-elves; many other weaker races had already begun preparing to migrate to the border regions.

The kingdom is a corner of the continent, far from the prosperous areas, but it still maintains a certain order, which is why it has attracted the attention of some ethnic groups.

"The Star Burner" Alcaster is one of them. He is a strongman, which does not conflict with the fact that 99% of his race are weak.

After gaining Rean's approval and Dania's tacit consent, the large ship brought a large number of half-elf refugees, who were then taken directly to the "Hope Town" ahead.

Normally, this would be quite alarming. You suddenly have thousands of alien races move into a certain area of ​​a city. What are you planning to do?
Even if you don't usually cause trouble, the local authorities will still come and make trouble for you.

Rean, however, had the ability to make the kingdom act as if nothing had happened. In fact, apart from a few people like Dania, most of the nobles were unaware of this matter. Perhaps the only information they would receive in the future was that the number of half-elves in their city had suddenly increased.

But by then, they wouldn't have time to worry about the lord's jurisdiction, which would render many prying eyes meaningless. Rean's own "trust" was the key to everything; he truly dared to let his town be overrun with alien races.

To be honest, Alcaster was quite grateful to Rean. Even though both sides knew it was a mutually beneficial partnership, the tangible benefits were right in front of them.

Therefore, when Rean showed great interest in Fisterion, Alcaste naturally took it seriously as well.

But after investigating, they found only one case: the theft of a magical artifact, which prevented the civil war against the evil spirits from breaking out.

"Is this enough to make someone a major sinner? That's not enough."

The concept of a great sinner within a group is quite unique. It is not enough for him to merely prevent the outbreak of civil war. This is similar to a great sage, who requires the recognition of an era.

Alcaste was unable to obtain further intelligence through normal channels.

This is very strange. Five thousand years is an ancient time when other races cannot obtain an accurate history, but in elven society it may only be a matter of a few generations. Most importantly, there are true ancient beings in the elven race, those beings who have transcended time.

“Perhaps it’s time to use human connections.” Alcaster instinctively sensed that this answer might be important; Rean shouldn’t be the kind of person who would go to great lengths for “ancient secrets.”

So Alcaste sent some packages to certain people through special channels.

Soon, he received a reply. This time, he couldn't have come away empty-handed. This ancient being even knew many things from the past that the Elf Kings couldn't know.

After all, it was a tree, an ancient tree of knowledge in the Elven court.

Most ordinary elves dislike and avoid half-elves, with radicals even advocating for the elimination of these troublemakers. However, where there are radicals, there are also moderates, and quite a few elves and tribes are quite friendly towards half-elves.

In the eyes of this ancient tree of knowledge, which witnessed the glory of the ancient elven royal court, both high elves and half-elves were "young children," and there was naturally no difference between them.

Alcaste had once been guided and enlightened by this predecessor, and now that he needed to seek out the secret history, he naturally turned to him.

The other party did not hide anything, such as that the "plague" had passed and they should not be returning.

“Fisterion, he was a kind and good boy, he couldn't bear to see bloodshed and battle. But he was indeed a great sinner, and because of him, the Elven Royal Court was weakened to some extent.”

The contents of the document were so horrifying that even the most knowledgeable and experienced mage couldn't contain himself after just a quick glance.

What this man did was truly appalling.

"He was a great calamity, but he was definitely not just a calamity for the entire Elven race. I agreed with the Elven King's decision to deal with him."

That is something that could truly destroy the world if one were not careful!

"No, we must find Rean as soon as possible." The Archmage became anxious at the thought that Rean had unearthed some hint of the legacy of a great sinner.
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Meanwhile, Rean was in a good mood. He felt he had finally found the key to unlock the treasure. It seemed this spirit was a true pacifist; as long as the conflict was resolved, he could gain satisfaction and synchronization.

This should be a benevolent god who fulfills needs, a truly good god.

Isn't that simple? Just create conflict and then quell it again.

"Uh, ineffective." Rean discovered that if it was a conflict he had created, whether directly or indirectly, there was no feedback, as if it had been seen through.

However, this did not stump Rean. How could a newly built town with a permanent population of nearly 20,000 (including the garrison, dark elf refugees, and adventurers coming and going) not have any disputes?

So, he took on the rare role of a just and upright official, acting as the town mayor to mediate conflicts and adjudicate cases.

Then came endless troubles and disputes. Many conflicts had always existed, but no one could be found to handle them. Finally, someone who kept their word stepped forward, and naturally, the "upright and just official" was found.

Rean initially handled the matter very seriously, using his administrative skills to mediate and resolve it. However, he soon realized that the efficiency was far too low.

"These people are just complaining and arguing."

What? You took my yard? What? You stole the land I wanted? What? You must have stolen the mushrooms from my yard? What? My son looks so much like you? Many of these disputes not only originated too early, but have also lost their meaning and relevance.

These people don't understand the law or the "rules." They just have grievances, and when they see someone making a judgment, they rush in headlong.

The lack of grassroots organizations in this region has meant that these conflicts have been largely ignored.

As it happened, Rean took the initiative to handle the situation, and was naturally put in charge.

He couldn't just casually handle 90% of the things that were meaningless, but there were also some that were quite important and needed to be dealt with carefully.

For example, murder cases, ethnic conflicts, reporting traitors, etc.

But most of Rean's energy was still taken up by those trivial matters.

He was a little annoyed, not only because it was frustrating to deal with, but also because no matter what you said, they all felt that you were biased towards the other side. And there were too many more important things that Rean needed to deal with, and some things might even need to be reported to Dania.

“Next item.” Rean sighed. His satisfaction level had slowly increased to 13.5%, but he was still far from making any progress.

The important thing is that he is losing motivation more and more amidst the endless wrangling.

"If only there were an easy way to stop them from arguing, how could it be so simple?"

【some. 】

A sudden voice echoed in Rean's ears; it was a heartfelt word that earned him trust without him even realizing it.

Sing this song, it will end all conflict.

Is this the response of a heroic spirit? Could it be some kind of extraordinary ability? Rean immediately became excited.

So he followed the voice in his head and began to sing the tune.

"The death of the ancient war spirits has ended." This seems to be the first ancient Elvish ditty.

The composition is a rather strange elven grammar; without the snake's abilities, Rean probably wouldn't be able to sing it completely.

He sang it once, but there was no feedback from below. Was the effect not good enough?
"Your Excellency, are you feeling unwell?"

"Take a rest for now, you're still talking nonsense. Your fever must be very high."

However, Li's absurd tone-deafness means that almost none of the lyrics in this song are in tune.

[.] Perhaps even the spirits of heroes couldn't stand it anymore.

But then, this kind and heroic spirit accurately transcribed the words and sang them in my mind again.

Rean opened his mouth and did it again, this time a little harder. He was still completely bewildered, having no idea what the master was wailing about.

If you are sick, please take your medicine.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe I can't sing it!" Having roughly grasped the characteristics of a bard, Rean was determined to learn this song, this little tune!

"Bang!" Just as Rean was still singing (howling), the door opened.

The mentor entered, and upon hearing the word "death" (ancient Elven language), instantly raised his staff!
"Boom!"

Rean's singing was interrupted by the fireball spell!

He lay paralyzed in the crater of flames, surrounded by burning fire, completely unaware of what had happened.

He was completely bewildered. Was this a fatal attack? What were you thinking? Was my singing really that bad?
The panting high mage quickly said...

"Stop, stop! That's a world-destroying tune! Don't sing it, please don't sing it!"

(End of this chapter)