Chapter 383 Elf Prince, God of Greed
Jerusalem, Temple Mount.
For many epochs, mankind has waged endless wars around Jerusalem. For this holy land recorded in the scriptures, major religions have fought for it. Some bards said that thousands of years of blood and dead souls have made the holy land west of Jerusalem. Wet tears seep out of the gaps in the "Sigh Wall" all year round, hence the name "Wailing Wall".
A magnificent temple located on the top of the Temple Mount——
The base of the Knights Templar was built on the ruins of the former Solomon's Temple, from which the monks got their name.
Outside the carved brass door of the temple, two Templar knights were stationed wearing white robes embroidered with crosses, silver chain mail, holding cross badge shields and stainless steel spears. A pair of fine swords were revealed from the gaps in the barrel helmets. Mang's restrained eyes saw the figure walking slowly, and said in unison:
"Grand leader!"
Chandler DeJolthus is an old man with a white beard and a Mediterranean hairstyle. This deliberately chosen hairstyle symbolizes his loyalty and unreserved devotion to the Lord with his shiny head.
The grand leader's gaze passed over the two Templar knights, nodded slightly, and then fixed his gaze on the burning torch hanging on the wall. He frowned tightly and said with a serious attitude:
"I have mentioned many times not to light torches during the day! These are strategic materials, save them if you can!"
The guard said in shame: "I'm really sorry, Grand Commander, we were negligent for a moment, so we will withdraw now!"
"Bring it to me." Chandler took the torch from the guard's hand, with a flash of light on his knuckles, put it into the gold ring on his knuckles, and then nodded with satisfaction.
One of the knights looked a little confused and didn't understand how the grand leader could value a torch so much. The other knight was used to it and secretly said that he had been negligent and forgot about the stingy temper of his commander.
Immediately, Chandler walked straight into the temple and ordered:
"No one is allowed to come in without my order, even if the Pope comes, understand?"
"Yes, Grand Commander!"
The interior of the temple is beautiful, majestic and solemn. The majestic ceiling murals and magnificent wall carvings seem to make humans aware of their own insignificance. However, Chandler's face was ashen, his fists under his robe were clenched, and he was murmuring in his heart. .
"If you save one-fifth of the gold coins for the newly built temple, it will be enough to fill the entire treasury... What a beautiful scene that would be!"
Walking along the spiral staircase inside the temple towards the sanctuary on the top floor, Chandler came to the most secret attic in the depths of the temple, rubbed his hands and pushed it open carefully.
Buzz——
Suddenly, the golden luster released by various gold and silver jewelry and treasures, necklaces, swords, and fine clothes enveloped Chandler's face. A fanatical color appeared in the eyes of the grand leader, and his breathing became rapid.
On top of the treasure mountain made of gold nuggets, there was a golden chair. There was a bejeweled beauty, looking down at Chandler, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her breathtaking golden eyes filled with playful colors.
Her skin is as white and delicate as snow, and she is wearing gorgeous gold jewelry all over her body, making her radiant. Every time she frowns and smiles, the gold rings on her body jingle, and her temperament is noble but also mixed with a hint of seductiveness.
In this sacred temple, the presence of such a coquettish being is a great disrespect to God.
However, the Grand Master of the Templar Knights, who should have drawn his sword in anger, had a look of horror on his face.
"Lord, master..."
Chandler knelt down in fear, curled up like a mouse in front of the golden mountain of treasures, and said tremblingly:
"I, I didn't know you were here... What are your orders?"
The woman wearing gold jewelry spoke with a sweet voice, like the collision of jade.
"How did the investigation go with the matter I told you about?"
"Reporting to the master, I have found the whereabouts of the elf named 'Perun'!"
Chandler said cautiously:
"It's just that I'm not completely sure yet whether the [Elven Prince] named Perun you're looking for is the same person, or whether it's just the same name..."
"Please give me a few more days."
Chandler lowered his head deeply and said in a humble tone:
"Lord Mammon, please rest assured, I will definitely find that person and bring him to you!"
A symbol of greed and regarded as the god in charge of wealth, Mammon can rely on gold and treasures to bring down his miracles.
The bejeweled and charming beauty leaned on the throne made of gold, lazily holding one hand against the side of her face, squinting at the Grand Master of the Templar Knights, and said lightly:
"There is no need to do anything extra. You only need to hand over the [ring] I gave you to the elf prince's hands."
Hearing this, Chandler's body trembled slightly. He looked down at the gold ring on his knuckles. A twisted expression of greed, reluctance, and regret appeared on his face. There was a faint green light in his eyes. He said in a hoarse voice: < br>
"But Master, I..."
Since receiving this ring awarded by the God of Greed, Chandler found himself ushering in the life he had dreamed of as a child.
No matter where you go, you may get unexpected wealth, such as money bags picked up out of thin air, gold sand deposited in the river bed, gems exposed in the rock formations...
The ability of this ring can be simply summarized as: [Wealth Luck].
Even with this ring, Chandler has no disadvantages in the casino. If it were not restricted by the status of the leader, Chandler would like to stay in Feilengcui's casino all day long.
Now, when he heard the God of Greed ordering him to hand the [Ring of Mammon] into the hands of the Elf Prince, Chandler felt a heart-wrenching pain, and even his breathing became rapid.
Mammon's deep golden eyes glanced at Chandler, chuckled, and said:
"When you complete this task, I will hand over a new ring to you, and... the power will be ten times greater than the current one."
As if infected by greed, Chandler's eyes turned from green to red, veins on his temples pulsed, and he kowtowed quickly:
"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord! I will do it right now!"
Seeing the leader's ugly appearance, Mamen smiled half-heartedly and crossed his slender legs, showing contempt and sarcasm.
Wealth can shake the most determined monk.
Even the pope in the human world will sell his official position and title for the sake of wealth.
As long as you control the wealth of the world, you control the human world.
Being able to control humans so easily, Mammon's golden eyes flashed with joy and she chuckled:
"I will give you the parchment about how the banking industry works later. With the knowledge I teach you, wealth will become a number to you."
Mammon, the god of greed, is the largest businessman in the human world and possesses knowledge beyond the reach of mortals.
The banking industry created by her command of the Knights Templar and the Medici family of Florence accumulated astronomical amounts of wealth for her, enough to buy a kingdom.
But Mammon’s vision is not limited to this.
Elves, this race is the most indifferent to material and wealth.
Mammon wanted to see if she could use money to impress the elves.
If the plan succeeds, it will also promote the spread of greed in the Elf Kingdom, which will further increase Mammon's own power.
The chosen target is one of the elves with the noblest bloodline in the human world.
The exiled elf prince, Perun.
"Thank you my Lord, praise my Lord!"
Chandler's eyes could no longer see anything but gold, and he knelt down to the golden seat feverishly.
After waiting for a long time, he came back to his senses and realized that apart from the treasures he had piled up in the temple, there was no sign of Mammon in front of him.
And the magnificent golden throne has disappeared, as if the throne was the holy relic of the God of Greed.
Gently rubbing the gold ring in his hand, the regret in Chandler's eyes flashed away. Thinking of the ten times the reward promised by Mammon, his eyes gradually became sharp.
"We must find that elf, and Sai must put this ring into his hand!"...
Rock Channel, port.
The harbor located at the border between Roland and the Empire has frequent ships, but since the Maelstrom and the Siren Scylla occupy the main sea area, there is only a narrow channel left for ships to pass.
No matter how experienced the captain is, he must be cautious when crossing the Giant Rock Strait. A single oversight will lead to death.
"It's very quiet here, there are not many passers-by at all."
The carriage was driving on the desolate street, and Gray looked out of the window. It was clearly daytime, but there were very few pedestrians, and an invisible depressive atmosphere seemed to hang in the air.
"When we get to the residence, let Jero and the others look around to see if they can find Perun." Yeats said.
The group settled at the Noble Hall at the port.
Jero exerted the professionalism of an old demon hunter, suppressed the soul realm in the tavern, defeated a group of provocative drunkards, and came back to say:
"I didn't find the singer, but I did find a few Templars in white robes. They are currently surrounding the castle on the mountain, saying they want to catch some sea witch."
"Sea Witch?"
"It seems to be a well-known local witch. Her prayers can temporarily calm the anger of the Maelstrom Monster and the Kraken. The captain will ask her for blessings before going to sea..."
Jero shrugged and said: "But since the Templars came to our door, it probably won't end well."
Just as Yeats was about to speak, there were the sounds of chaotic footsteps outside the hall.
Bang bang bang!
The violent knocking on the door revealed impatience.
Yeats stood by the window and looked down, only to see Templar knights wearing white robes embroidered with crosses gathered outside the mansion.
"It should be foreigners arriving, and they were ordered to inquire." Hillud speculated.
Yeats was too lazy to talk nonsense with these knights and said: "Jero, send them away."
"Yes!"
Zhiqua——
The mansion door opens.
The knights wearing bucket helmets were startled when they saw a scarred man with two swords on his shoulders walking out. He was filled with the chilling aura of having experienced many battles. He crossed his arms and inspected everyone.
The heroic will was overwhelming on everyone's shoulders, and for a moment no one said a word.
"In the name of the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, anyone entering or exiting the Strait of Giant Rock needs official documents for approval. Your Excellency, please produce the official documents." An officer took off his barrel helmet and said.
Jero raised his eyebrows and said: "When I entered the city just now, I had never heard of such an order."
The officer's expression remained unchanged: "The order was just given."
Jie Luo smiled and said: "In my opinion, you are obviously taking this opportunity to cause trouble so that you can make a fortune, right?"
The already tense atmosphere became even more tense.
The officer stopped in front of the knights who were about to make a move and said coldly: "Since you are a five-ring hero and an unknown person in the empire, please tell me your name so that I can explain it to the leader."
Although the officer could not determine the origin of the other party, he could immediately tell that the other party was very powerful. It was definitely not a wise move to conflict with him head-on!
"People used to call me the lone wolf of the Wolf School, but now people call me the watchdog of Honeysuckle."
Jero grinned, showing his brilliant gold teeth.
“It’s pretty good to be a lackey chosen by many gods, what do you think?”
The Templar knights were startled.
The tense atmosphere suddenly became weird.
Honeysuckle Duke! The legendary figure of the Golden Lion Kingdom, his deeds are spread even within the empire!
There are rumors that he is the God of Art, and later some people say that he is the God of the Moon. The support behind him is amazing.
Even Hastings, the Grand Master of the Black Cross Knights, one of the three major knights, was not qualified to be chosen by many gods a long time ago!
The officer knew that Hastings was powerful and terrifying, and compared with him, the Duke of Honeysuckle seemed inscrutable.
To be able to make a five-ringed hero say something like volunteering to become a lackey... The officer felt heavy, and suddenly regretted going out today. He bit the bullet and resisted his responsibility under the complicated gazes of the knights, and said in a deep voice:
"It turns out that the Duke of Honeysuckle lives here. I'm sorry for interrupting you. I'm sure the grand leader will come to visit you someday... I'll leave today and see you later."
"Wait!"
How could you let them go back like this when they were delivered to your door!
But thinking that Yeats's order was just to send him away and not to teach him a lesson, Jerlock resisted the urge to make trouble and frowned:
"I ask you a question, and you answer it honestly, do you hear me?"
Faced with the threat, the officer acted neither humble nor overbearing, and said calmly: "Your Excellency has a question. If I knew, I would answer truthfully."
It’s not that I’m afraid of the Honeysuckle Duke, it’s mainly that I’m willing to help others!
Jero asked a few key questions, nodded with satisfaction, waved and told everyone to disperse, and then swaggered back to the mansion.
"Why were you out for so long?" Yeats was reading the local sea monster legend and raised his eyes.
According to legend, the Siren Scylla was originally a fairy in the lake. She was cursed by a witch and turned into the terrifying image she is today.
It is said that as long as this curse is lifted, Scylla can regain his human body——
But this is just a legend. The local civilians still treat Scylla as a terrifying monster.
"I asked what the Knights Templar's intentions were in coming here."
Jero said: "The officer said that they were ordered to attack the sea witch on the mountain. They are currently in the negotiation stage. When the negotiations break down, the war will officially begin. The reason why civilians are not allowed to enter and exit the town at will is because they are worried about hurting innocent people..."< br>
"They are obviously hiding something." Herod said calmly, "In my opinion, there must be something that the Templar Knights value hidden in the Sea Witch's castle."
"For example?" Gray tilted his head and asked.
Yeats made a bold assumption and said:
"For example, someone who is pursuing the sea witch accidentally gets trapped by the elves in the castle?"
Diamond Tooth: "There was a legend of the sea witch in the local area more than a hundred years ago. The sea witch is estimated to be hundreds of years old..."
"For elves, even a two-hundred-year-old human is no different from a little girl." Gray said.
Yeats: "..."
I heard Richard, the dean of the Poets Academy, talking about it before, saying that Perun was exiled from the Elf Kingdom.
So, what did Perun do that was outrageous to both humans and gods to be exiled by the gentle elves?
(End of chapter)