【Modification, please read later】

【Modification, please read later】

【Modification, please read later】

Now Cyril felt like he was just trying to explore an epic difficulty copy, but after walking a few more steps inside, he found that the epic dungeon was just a skin, and the legendary difficulty copy was hidden inside.

When Stanny Clemens was involved in this incident and was clearly in the position of the mastermind, the difficulty of this game suddenly reached the highest level-

The guards, people, and parliament here are all my people. What are you fighting with me?

Cyril leaned against the dark wall in the Harbor Temple, raised his head and searched in his mind for the way out they should choose now.

Way out, do nothing, try your best to protect yourself, and wait until everything goes through - this idea is based on the premise that Stanny Clemens' plan is absolutely in his grasp and will not cause damage to New Orway Port and Harbor Temple.

Cyril doesn't know if there was such a play in the original history, but at least when the players arrived, New Orway Port was still a complete New Orway Port, which was not swallowed up by the tsunami, nor became a country in the fog.

But the problem lies here. It only belongs to the original world line. Now the world line has shifted a lot. Can everything still move according to the original trajectory?

Cyril has no confidence in gamble.

He wiped this idea in his mind and looked for the rest of the feasible ways.

There was not much power at hand. Only the Napoleans who followed Juvo Island, and only dozens of knights were in the team. They couldn't even catch up with the guards of the Harbor Temple.

The so-called high-level combat power is only professional level. Can two professional level fight against one extraordinary level? Cyril estimates that there should be no chance of winning - not to mention that Juver Island is the base camp of the Harbor Temple, even if there are few people in New Orway Port, there should be fewer high-level combat power, but how can there be only one or two extraordinary level players?

In addition to Philip Benjamin, Stanny Clemens himself should also be extraordinary. Conservatively, coupled with a commander of the Sea God Guard, there are three extraordinary players.

So what about joining other forces?

The Nudaris are now locked in the confinement room. Not to mention whether they can contact them, the relationship between Nudaris and La Rochelle is not harmonious, or even hostile, and it is basically boring to ask them for trouble.

But please the people of O'Saint Emma - that's a fantasy? Putting aside the relationship between the two countries, Peragios alone brought a whole fleet to Port New Orway, and their cooperation with them will inevitably be subject to them.

Finding a way to expect Qing Evans and others to provide assistance in New Orway Port? But the fog blocks the sea area and there are hidden beasts. Advancing in such fog is tantamount to seeking death.

And the rest, his allies, Arixios Auditorre, one of the candidates of the parliament, are now like fish on the chopping board, isolated and helpless.

The number of helpers he brought with him was even less than those available to Cyril.

Is it really so isolated and helpless?

He pondered and slowly walked out of St. Mill's Church; what kind of agreement Peragios would reach with Stanny Clemens was no longer under his consideration.

Stanny Clemens did not directly crush the two foreigners who discovered his plan, but simply had to worry about their relationship with O'Saint Emma and La Rochelle.

If he was in the underground palace, he would still ask questions without knowing what he wanted, and would not die directly, at least before the incident ended, he would have to stay in the cage on Juve Island.

He walked through the long road and turned back to the main church. When he raised his eyes, he saw the white jade coral statue of Yurira.

"Yurila...If you gods pull me into this world and have some plans, at least give me some help at this time..."

Cyril looked at the statue of the god and murmured to himself, suddenly remembering the white jade coral statue that appeared in his pocket before. He took it out of his bracelet. Wen Liang's touch had a strange magic, which made his mind clear.

Before, Philip Benjamin and Peragios Hris were always by their side, and Cyril had no time to take a closer look at the portrait. At this time, there was no one around. He confirmed that there were no guards around, so he picked it up and looked at it carefully.

The face of the portrait was extremely blurry, and there was no glowing hole, and there was no possibility of a light screen to guide clues. He thought about it, put the portrait in his ear, and then heard a buzzing sound-

It is like the sound of the wind, or the sound of the sea, probably the tide is surging, and the sound of the tide is vaguely mixed with singing.

singing?

Cyrill was excited and carefully distinguished, but found that he could not understand the language used in the singing.

He was a little discouraged, but it was better than having no clues at all.

Cyril quickly returned to his residence and as soon as he returned to the house, he summoned everyone.

"From now on, everyone should not leave this house at will. Lord Treville, please take care of it."

Heloise nodded, not asking why.

"The Cavaliers present had a total of twenty-seven, and then three were fed to one group, nine were fed in a large group, and three shifts were inspected in the house in the morning, noon and evening. Oon Lloyd, Newman Holt, Brooke Josie, and you three were responsible."

"Yes, Lord Earl." The three knights answered, and then O'N Lloyd asked: "Lord Earl, inspection includes..."

"Don't let anyone sneak into the house and check the protective magic arrays set up - you should have learned them in the academy."

"Yes, sir."

"Is there any problem?"

"No more, sir."

Cyril watched as the Knights had already begun to group themselves, forming a group of three with his familiar companions, and then turned to Black Evans.

"His Excellency Black." He said in a deep voice: "I think what I hope you can do is the most critical thing."

"Master Earl, but it's okay." Black looked at the boy's cautious expression and nodded seriously.

"The Foreign Minister should have the means to communicate with Solconan temporarily, right? I hope you can use all means to contact Solconan, we need support."

Black's face immediately showed a look of distress: "Sir, there are, there are...but the information transmission takes time. When Solconan receives a signal for help, he will send someone to Port New Orway. It will probably take more than a month..."

"I don't care about this." Cyril gritted his teeth, "Take out the props that transmit information. You can transmit as quickly as you can, and I will give you as many magic crystals as you want."

"As for whether Solconan can help us...it depends on how much His Highness Anastasia Herman attaches importance to me."

He smiled mockingly, then watched as Black Evans untied a pendant from his neck, rubbed his fingers gently, and took out a slender pen from it.

Cyrill's eyes fell on it and saw a line of red handwriting appear:

"【Shuangqiuyan Fengfeng Pen】: A pair of feather pens made of geese feathers of a pair of twin autumn geese. When one pen writes the message, the other pen will respond.

The autumn geese are broken and the other is hard to get the same."

"Master Earl, this pen can achieve the effect of remote information transmission, but it requires the magic crystal stone to mix ink..."

Before Black could finish his words, two heavy magic crystal stones had already hit him.

"Are these enough?"

"Enough." Black was a little surprised by the young man's grandiosity. These two magic crystals were rare on the market. The price would have to be several times higher if it was exchanged for Gentry.

"Then write it, write it every hour, and write it 'Every Island, ask for help, urgent' until Solconan reacts."

The Foreign Minister looked at the young man's cruel look and knew in his heart that the Count must have foresaw the severity of the situation, so he was so anxious.

He immediately responded, took the magic crystal stone and the pen, and returned to his room.

Cyril took a few deep breaths, and the only ones who were not assigned the tasks were Mia Christian, Misha Ashfan, and the ascetic monk Neil Alden.

"Alden, I have something here, you try to listen."

Cyril handed the white jade coral portrait to the ascetic monk. The latter was slightly stunned when he saw the portrait, but he didn't say much, but just listened with his ears.

A strange look immediately appeared on his face, and he said in surprise: "Sir, this is the singing of the mermaid."

"Mermaid?"

Cyril frowned.

This seems to be a race that often appears in magical works, but unfortunately, the mermaids have never appeared in [The Road of Radiance] - people have seen the remains of mermaids in the magic plains of the Sixth Civilization Era, but that's all.

"The sea nerve said that the mermaids were the first followers of Lord Yurira, and they were also a few races that could still hear the oracle directly after the gods left. Perhaps it was precisely for this reason that they had disappeared before several civilizations."

"Some say they perished, some say they followed the gods, and some say they just hid."

Alden shook his head and returned the portrait to Cyril: "I can't decipher this passage."

Cyril put the portrait back into his bracelet.

If it is a race that had died before several civilization epochs, then the appearance of this person in his pocket will have no meaning.

"Whether the Hai Nerve mentions the content of the mermaid? Can you repeat it? It doesn't need to be all, it only needs to mention important things, such as celebrations, sacrifices and other activities, the manifestations of the mermaid."

"Celebration...Sacrifice..."

Alden closed his eyes, muttered the content of the Hai Nervous in his mouth, and then naturally spoke: "Hai Nervous Volume 4: Ceremony. God, the great light comes on the shore of the sea. When riding the waves of the full moon, he pays attention to the statue of the gods by the beach when the bell rings at the twelve hours of midnight..."

"Full moon, twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, by the beach." Cyril immediately spoke, interrupting Alden's murmuring: "These contents are enough."

Alden immediately shut up, lowered his head and nodded, and stepped aside.

Cyril turned his last eyes to Mia and Misha.

The Elf Miss held her big book and sat calmly. The Mage Mage stood aside, seemingly calm, but her fingers kept rolling her hair, and she was obviously filled with nervousness.

Caroline is not here, Alina is not here, these two are the people who have been with Cyril the longest time in this world.

It is also the object that Cyril can trust the most and trust the most.

“Is there anything we can do?”

The mage looked at Cyril, as if he understood the fatigue hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, and asked actively.

"If you have any questions, just tell me. Lord Nora will not abandon her believers." Misha said calmly, then patted her palms on her thighs: "If you are really tired, it is okay to lie down and rest for a while."

"If we can't change anything now, it's better to wait until the opportunity that can change us."

Cyril nodded subconsciously, and suddenly thought of something Misha had just said in his mind.

"Missa." He said, "If it's Nora, I mean if, all this is assumption."
To be continued...