Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 617 Hidden Crisis

Elf King's City, Sacred Tree.

The news from the city of the mountains reached the Elf King's desk.

The Elf King watched, his brow furrowed.

"Another holy mage capable of mass-purifying pollution. Have you found out who she is?"

He looked at Disola in front of him.

Disola said, "The other party seems to have used some kind of disguise trick to disguise their appearance. However, that Lofiel's disguise is rather clumsy. Through our open and covert questioning and observation, we have identified some targets."

Disola projected several phantom images into the air.

Two of the phantoms were lit up, while the others were relatively dim.

"These are two candidates who best fit the target. First, Phil Faros, a student at the Holy Magic Academy, a newly promoted fourth-tier mage, and a candidate for Holy Maiden of the Holy Court. She is also a Holy Priest, skilled in purification of pollution. Judging from her treatment of patients, the two are the most compatible."

"There is another one, Aurora, the daughter of the Blue Dragon Empire's king, a life-faction mage, rumored to be the only mage who has learned to use single-person dragon language magic. She and Elena are both life-faction mages, so she is also highly suspected. However, because of the previous incident, she has been assigned by the Holy Court to study at the Holy Magic Academy. Although she is a good fit, the Holy Court may not release her."

"And these few are... "

"...The last possibility is that none of them are these people. Lofiel is Lofiel, a fourth-tier mage who has never appeared in public. This possibility is also very high, because we simply cannot count how many mages do not register."

After listening to the information that Disola had gathered, the Elf King looked at Phil, who had the highest compatibility with him, for a long time.

"Currently, the Holy Court has dispatched the prospective Saintess, Celia, to tour the Elven realm, treating illnesses and enhancing her reputation—a reputation we dare not openly touch. As for this second person, perhaps we should prepare for the worst-case scenario—"

"She is the Holy Maiden candidate of the Holy Court, and also Phil Faros, the daughter of Faros. The Holy Court intends to let the two of them accumulate prestige within the Elven race, and then take the opportunity to establish a temple within the Elven territory, slowly encroaching on the Elven territory."

The Elf King's eyes held a complex expression.

This is an open conspiracy.

If the Holy Maiden of the Holy Court appears as a savior, bringing salvation and hope to everyone, then all the actions of their elven royal family will become their wedding dress.

Now, after nearly a month of rampant pollution, the Elf King and many elven elders and scholars have been meeting every day to discuss and have come up with a comprehensive solution.

However, compared to Celia and Phil, their pollution control methods seemed somewhat lackluster.

If this is implemented, people will probably say "Why didn't you do this sooner?" instead of expressing gratitude.

But not promoting it is not an option either.

That would truly mean the death of the Elven royal family.

Silence fell over the room.

After a long while, Disola's voice finally came through.

"Your Majesty, the recluse has been persuaded and is preparing to emerge. Shall we continue our operation against him? Or, should we proceed with the second one?"

After a moment of contemplation, the Elf King recounted the current actions of Celia and Phil.

Aside from meditation and rest, Celia spent all her time purifying and traveling to purification sites, and her appearance became visibly listless.

On the other side, Phil looked alright. Unlike Celia, she had a compatibility with the contamination, and since she had just started and dared not increase the number of people, she looked much better.

The Elf King pondered for a moment and said, "Let's continue with the original plan. This time, let's use the Dark Elf as the price, when she's at her weakest..."

Disola nodded. "Understood."

……

The City of Watchfulness.

After another purification process, Celia, feeling utterly dejected, returned to the luxurious inn the city lord had prepared for her. She declined invitations from various nobles, sitting quietly alone on a chair on the balcony, gazing at the city where steel buildings outnumbered forests. This was probably the only elven city not entirely built on giant trees; everywhere she looked were massive steel and stone structures similar to those of other empires.

These buildings, shaded by specially cultivated giant trees, offer a unique aesthetic appeal.

However, all the beauty was shrouded in a light gray mist.

These gray fogs brought a sense of oppression and death to the entire city, as if sealing it off.

Even the magical neon lights of the night are dimmed and faded under the gray fog.

Celia let out a breath.

"Faster, faster!"

Ross's phantom appeared beside her, looked at the anxious-looking Celia, and shook his head: "Take it easy, it's alright."

"No, I can't slow down. I have a vague sense of crisis. The more I move within the Elven territory, the more dangerous it will become."

Ross smiled and said, "That means your danger perception has been passively upgraded."

Celia rolled her eyes.

She looked outside again, sensing the magic within her body recovering, albeit very slowly. She exhaled, "Lord Ross, do you think the 'Dark Elves' might take advantage of my weakness to make their move?"

Ross chuckled softly: "What do you think?"

"I think they will definitely make a move, preferably when I am at my weakest."

Celia lowered her head slightly, lost in thought.

"I need to figure out a way to deal with this. This time, they'll definitely be better prepared, like calling in Lord Monris... No, I can't call him, at least not let him know why I called him..."

Celia rubbed her cheeks and took a deep breath.

"Tomorrow is the last day... I hope everything will be alright."

……

the next day.

Celia returned to the square.

The remaining patients are all those with relatively mild symptoms.

Most of them are first-tier mages. They have a certain resistance to pollution. Although the invasion of life elements makes them suffer more than ordinary people, the life elements can also be used by their bodies to make them stronger.

"As you instructed, this group consists of 3,500 people. They are the last group of people who have not yet been purified. After this group is purified, all ordinary people and low-level mages in the City of Watch will be 'immune' and will no longer need to worry about being contaminated within a month." The voice of City Lord Monris was filled with respect.

He had been watching Celia's actions over the past few days.

Those who were purified and healed also showed very good results during the observation, proving that what was said was true.

His deep respect for Celia's relentless efforts was palpable.

"Unfortunately, the City of Watchers is located to the west of the Elven race, and has nothing to do with the Holy Court," Monris lamented.

Celia glanced at him, sensing that there was definitely something else behind his words.

However, Celia didn't pay any attention to it.

"Lord Monris, since this is the last time, why don't you come and take a look? After the treatment is over, you should at least give some thoughts, right?"

Monris paused for a moment, then nodded. "There is such an arrangement. If Miss Celia hadn't refused, you would have been the one speaking."

(End of this chapter)