附近出来卖的学生怎么约

Once inside, Argrave looked in the circular pit in the center of the room. He was probably looking for the same thing that the Alchemist was—evidence of Sandelabara. Could this be the same pit that Sataistador, god of war, had claimed was within Sandelabara, or was this some new occurrence of Gerechtigkeit’s design to obscure details about the place? It didn’t look manmade, and decades of occupation by the tribes surely meant that no evidence of other civilization might exist. But by all accounts, this was where they needed to go.

“I will reestablish my abode here,” declared the Alchemist, jamming his staff into the ground. “And meanwhile, clear some area for the dwarves to begin their work.”

“Alright. Excellent. This place is going to be my base for some time, too, but I hope you can forgive me if I don’t want to spend my time in here.”

“The envoys of gods wish to meet you,” the Alchemist noted. “They were delayed by our foray into the dwarven nation, but now their patience nears its limits. You should not meet them here. We cannot allow them any hint of what we hope to achieve, lest they attach themselves like parasites.”

“A fair point,” Argrave conceded. “Well… good luck. If you find something, speak to Galamon if I’m absent. He’ll be hanging out near here, keeping an eye on everything.”

The Alchemist said nothing more, and Argrave departed as he began to work his staff into a home.

After passing through the long hallway leading to the volcanic temple, Galamon stood waiting at the entrance. He removed his helmet, letting his white hair flow as he walked up to Argrave to report. He dipped his head and said, “I have two thousand men keeping an eye on the tribes of Vysenn, Your Majesty. They’re sticking to the designated area and causing no problems. If they do cause problems…” he asked an unspoken question.

“Don’t turn it into a massacre. We have the weapons of the divine, now—there’s no reason we can’t subdue them.” He tapped Galamon’s pauldron. “Elenore’s going to treat them very well while we do some… some home renovations for them. Apparently, they performed very admirably in the army. She’d like some more of them to come to our kingdom.”

“As would I,” agreed Galamon. “Then, I have nothing else, Your Majesty.”

Argrave patted him on the shoulder and said a word of thanks, then departed deeper into the volcanic valley. He pulled free an old tool he hadn’t used in some time—a white Humorless Mask, producing clean air for him to breathe through this volcanic gas leaking everywhere. After a long and solitary trek through familiar territory, he arrived back out into a verdant valley just as the edge of the volcano. His sister stood there, staring out across the horizon with a retinue of Veidimen royal guards.

Argrave joined her, removing the air-filtering mask. She seemed serene, so he didn’t interrupt her.

“Last I was here…” she began, yet paused for a long while. “I got my sight back.”

“And last I was here, I wasn’t king,” Argrave reminisced with her.

“You were coronated. You just hadn’t taken Dirracha,” she said to remind him, then shook her head as though to dispel the memories. “So… Sandelabara. Do you think this place is to be the key to Gerechtigkeit?”

“I certainly hope it will be,” Argrave stretched and yawned. “But something tells me things won’t be that simple. Elsewise, this problem of ours would’ve been solved long ago by people smarter and stronger than I am.”

“And yet Gerechtigkeit expends so much effort to conceal this place,” Elenore pointed out. “For Durran’s sake—no, that’s not honest. For both our sakes, I hope the secret is here, and he can be freed of that contract to the Alchemist. That… that being frightens me, doubly so when I know he has Durran in his snare.”

Argrave touched the Ravenstone at his neck, now empty. “He gave me the key to his existence. Let’s not forget that little detail.”

“And you believed him?” Elenore looked at Argrave somewhat disdainfully. “If he can talk to you and hear all that occurs while being inside it, who knows what else he can do within that stone. Let’s not get ahead of ourself.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m being crass. It’s just… when my connection with Durran was severed… it was a reminder that I have things to lose, now. A rather scary reminder. And I’m not exactly timid.”

Argrave ruffled her hair. He was discovering he enjoyed ruining people’s hair, for some reason. “I know. I heard the panic in your voice when that happened. But he’s alive, your connection is restored, and—"

“And that bastard is still out there,” Elenore interrupted. “I’ve assigned Orion and Melanie to dealing with Dario, if he should ever show his face. But I’m not totally sure about how this all ends. He snuck past countless of my troops while using a golem.” Elenore’s voice grew straight and hard as her sentimentality faded. “But I’m lecturing you on things that you understand.

“Let me catch you up to speed. I’m going to be coordinating the work with the dwarves. You, meanwhile, are going to be facilitating the divine members of the Blackgard Union and their arrival into this territory.” She focused on him. “We’ve benefitted immensely from having them as allies. But alliances are two-way streets, as you’ll soon realize. Hause is keeping them at her temple, but you’re still expected. And they’ll be needed when the Qircassian Coalition comes with the Chu.”

Argrave narrowed his eyes. “Two-way street? Where did you pick up that expression? From me, of course, but…” He shook his head, realizing it wasn’t important. “I know the deities might make requests of us. But in truth, they’ve come at rather perfect times. If Dario does raise an army of golems or whatever he seems intent on doing, they’ll be prepared to help us.”

“I certainly hope so.” In a surprising maneuver, Elenore gave him an affectionate hug. “Take care. I’ll ensure things run smoothly here. We’re so close—this can’t be ruined.”

Argrave studied her. He was rather proud of how she was changing. He headed off, prepared to cast [Worldstrider] to return to Blackgard, but a voice entered his ears. It felt like a whisper was piercing his skull.

“Don’t head off yet. I took a lot of time to find you. Spare me some words, little king, while you’re separated from your people.”

Argrave looked around in paranoia, but he had a distinct impression on where the voice came from, and who. With slow and steady steps, he walked toward it. When he passed over a hill, he saw a red-headed giant leaning up against an alcove in the rocks: Sataistador, god of war. With a huge mane of red hair, a long beard, and a giant stature, it was some surprise he could conceal himself so ably. But he did. And his mad green eyes focused on Argrave.

“I thought you’d be bewildered and lost when I ran off so suddenly. But you’ve been busy preparing, I can see that.” Sataistador leaned up against the black rock of these volcanic hills. “Cute sister.”

Argrave felt intense paranoia when he was so suddenly confronted by the god of war, chaos, and ruthless destruction. It made him feel sick to know this bastard had come so close to Elenore without her being aware. Perhaps that had been his intention. And it was a strong illustration of the danger he posed.

After making an agreement to invade the Great Chu after repelling their forces, Sataistador had left. When he left, Sataistador promised they would meet again to coordinate. Argrave had expected it to be on his own terms, with his own people nearby. Now, everyone was spread thin, dealing with half a thousand threats. And his threat, it seemed, was this man. It filled him with dread and fury that Sataistador could show up here, in the heart of Berendar, without a hint getting out to anyone else. He was glad they had remained cordial, if only to spare his people.

“You really do show up anywhere, don’t you?” Argrave walked closer, suppressing his darker thoughts. He wasn’t totally certain about this situation, but he was certain he could hold off this man enough to allow everyone, including himself, to flee. There was a good reason Argrave had confidence enough to walk alone, with divine artifacts empowering him.

“I told you as much. It’s why I’m dangerous,” Sataistador nodded. “I was somewhat skeptical about our plan to counter-invade the Chu. Frankly, I thought you were giving me lip-service. But you’ve built that naval base on the northern front, filled it with snow elves and their longships…” He smiled, showing two large canines. “It seems this may actually happen.”

“You said when next we met, you’d discuss your plans in detail,” Argrave said. “I wish you would’ve given me more notice… but we’re here, now.”

Sataistador’s smiling face grew serious. “The Imperial Navy of the Great Chu is on its way.”

“You’re serious?” Argrave’s eyes widened, but he calmed quickly. “We’re well prepared.”

“We’ll see about that, I suppose,” Sataistador laughed. “Their emperor has caused quite a stir. He called forth his honor guard, got aboard a ship, and intends to come here personally.”

Argrave rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Is this emperor named Ji Meng?”

“Yes.”

Argrave accepted that, straightening his back. “He’s a scary bastard. But it’s nothing that we can’t handle.”

“He revolted against the emperor at age twelve, and has been defeating armies ten times the size of his own for thirty years. But you can handle it, certainly,” he said drolly. “Whatever your thoughts, it’s a very good thing for us. I wanted to talk about our strategy.”

“Let’s talk,” Argrave nodded, though kept a healthy distance away.

“The Qircassian Coalition, Erlebnis—they kept their grip over the empire by systematically influencing most of the administration beneath the emperor. They painted a beautiful picture for him. It was something so absolute that no scrutiny could break the lie. Everyone was part of the conspiracy, and so there was no conspiracy—merely a reality. But now the emperor has done the unexpected, and departed for this land. He’s going to see the land about which the painting was painted… and realize it’s all a fantasy.” Sataistador shook his head. “They can’t feed him lies anymore, not when he’s on the field. Their subtle method loses all power when the emperor takes the reins.”

Though Argrave was constantly surprised by how good Sataistador was at gathering intelligence, this new piece was the most valuable that had been leaked. The emperor was not fully aware of who puppeteered the Great Chu.

Argrave kept his calm and asked, “What do you suggest, then? If all of the emperor’s servants are compromised…”

“The army acts now because the orders come from the emperor. The gods of the coalition cannot well replace every soldier with one of their allegiance, and the current emperor is too effective to be replaced. Instead, they all lied until he did what they wanted without realizing it.” Sataistador stepped forward. “But the army serves the emperor, not his court. If the emperor knows of the treachery, he will war against his empire. I know him well—I enjoyed watching Ji Meng’s wars of conquest more than most. He is especially brutal toward traitors. When chaos erupts, the Qircassian Coalition will writhe and sink its roots deeper… only for the two of us to butcher them all.”

Argrave swallowed. A stroke of whimsy by the emperor was threatening to unravel the whole of the Qircassian Coalition’s scheme, and Sataistador’s proposal capitalized on that with remarkable efficiency. But Argrave saw a light, too—a way to mitigate violence, perhaps, while undoing some of the biggest threats to his kingdom. But was this something that he should risk, at the cusp of Sandelabara?

“Let’s talk details,” Argrave said with a nod.