“The reason is simple.”

"Because the prince of O'Saint Emma is dead."

"And I was at the scene of his death."

Three sentences made the natural family members present look at Cyril and changed in unison.

If they were originally just doubting Cyril's proposal, then at this moment, they had deep disgust in their eyes.

Even Aris, who had a good relationship with Cyril, stood one step away from Cyril at this moment without hesitation.

Then they seemed to have digested the amount of information in Cyril's three sentences, and the irritable ones were already planning to slap the table-

"Dingling~"

The ringtone arrived at the right time, pressing the irritable person back to the position.

The high priest Seramanda stood by the round table, lowered the ringing bell, and looked at Cyril without any change.

He raised his hand, took off the mask that blocked his nose, revealing a face that could be seen as handsome but old because of wrinkles.

"The La Rochelle, the Marquis of Amasil."

“I will ask you questions on behalf of the believers of the God of Nature.”

"Does your words just mean that because of personal hatred for you, O'Saint Emma will initiate an invasion of La Rochelle?"

"Does it mean that you are maliciously pulling the believers of nature into a war that shouldn't have happened?"

He jumped out one by one, and each word had heavy power, putting the common doubts of the Deep Forest Parliament present in front of Cyril.

The young marquis faced the scrutiny of these dozens of gazes, without any panic on his face.

Instead, he sat down again, folded his hands and fingers in front of him, responding to these dozens of gazes with questioning meaning with a calm look—

If there was no such round table in front of you and if there was no such ringing from the high priest, perhaps I would have been tied up by this group of incompletely gentle believers of nature and questioned him while hanging and beating?

He coughed twice, signaling that he was about to start making his own remarks, and then said softly:

"So let's imagine such a scenario."

"Captain Upton."

The head of the elf tribe who was named after him returned with a proud look.

"If you stand in front of a forest that is about to change into a black forest, and you are present, with dirty magic weapons in your hand. After the forest is transformed into a black forest, you are witnessed by the natural priests - in this case, can you still be considered a loyal ranger?"

"This-" Upton's eyes twitched, and he didn't expect the question raised by the half-elf would be so sharp. He stammered for a moment, then replied in a deep voice:

"If it were me, I wouldn't have sat there and watched the forest transform into a black forest. Naturally, there wouldn't be any subsequent things--La Rochelle people, I don't think your example has any meaning--"

"Of course it makes sense." Cyril leaned back, his voice becoming much lighter: "Scene change, I am just standing in front of the dying Prince O'Saint Emma. If I consider me the murderer of the prince, it is no different from slandering a loyal forest ranger to punish the sinner."

"This is sophistry." The person who spoke was Gruerster, the elder of the centaur. Although this race itself is a family of Isis, it should be full of muscles in mind, but being able to become an elder is an unquestionable wise man in the clan.

It is rumored that Centaur is a natural master of divination, and no one can ignore that a Centaur elder is speaking.

"Sophistry?" Cyril turned his eyes to him, "please explain."

"It's very simple." Centaur Elder Gruenster said slowly, "We have all made oaths to life, and we are all devout believers in nature who can prove to each other that we will not fall into the 'punisher' who shelter the Black Forest."

"And what about you? Is there anything you can prove that you will not attack the prince of O'Saint Emma in the cracks between La Rochelle and O'Saint Emma?"

Cyril had a headache by his question. The brainy centaurs were much harder to deal with than those reckless men who could only wave their supra, and that was true - because in fact, he did indirectly lead to the death of Peragios Hris.

Although La Rochelle and the Forest are ally relationships, such a relationship was established four hundred years ago.

Since the two sides are not the same race and lack deliberate relationship maintenance, although the forest today is still a barrier to Amasil's front line, it is not so realistic to ask the elves to help La Rochelle unconditionally.

Simply put, what Cyril wants is a "free trip", so he needs to deepen his cooperation with the elves and tie both sides to a car.

But if he was on the round table today, he would probably have to pay a lot of money from his pocket to touch these natural believers.

Of course, Cyril is not without a counterattack in his words. Taking the elf patriarch who turned against the Aosaint Emma people on the Mufeng Festival as an example, it is a good breakthrough - after all, the latter has really led to the riot in the Black Forest.

But this will only shame the Deeplin Council, and what he wants is a peaceful sublimation of relations.

The young marquis was hesitating, but heard a clear and familiar female voice sounding from behind him.

"I can prove it."

Cyril turned around and saw the elf lady holding her big book in her hand, and had already stood up to face the many high-ranking people in the forest, without any cowardice.

"You? Why do you prove it?" Upton had already sneered, but the next second, a look of horror appeared on his face:

A natural atmosphere that was so rich that people were about to sink into it was emitted from the unknown elf girl. The deep green light instantly wrapped around the girl's figure, and as she was wrapped in green, the entire room where the round table was gradually brightened-

“Natural resonance.”

Grover, the deep-rooted, said in a deep voice, and Seramanda said:

"And the scale of this natural resonance..."

Before he finished speaking, the green light wrapped in the girl had turned into a silver light. In the hazy light and shadow, a misty and distant voice slowly came:

"I think, I should be able to prove it?"

The silver light flows like flowing water, wrapping every corner of the room. The joy of plants breaking through the solid wood under your feet comes from the solid wood. Pieces of gratifying green green gradually grow under their feet as the silver light is covered.

The first moment when this ethereal and distant voice came out, the deeper part of the soul of every natural believer developed a desire to worship immediately.

Seramanda was in a daze, and when she came to her senses, she found that she had kneeled down and bowed deeply to the elf girl.

And Cyril, who was standing in front of Misha, couldn't help but cover his face with his hands.

Everyone had a good kid quarreling, you hit me and I hit you.

As a result, Misha called the school principal over with this trick - bullying people, it's too bullying people.

To directly calling Nora's will to his body is a dimensional reduction blow to this group of natural believers - this throbbing from the soul will prevent them from having any doubts about Nora's will's identity.

And their bosses personally proved Cyril's identity, so naturally no one could question Cyril anymore.

He thought so in his heart, and his body could only bow deeply to Misha. But just as he lowered his head, he found that the silver light wrapped in the Elf Miss's face was not that strong.

Even when he noticed the gaze from Cyril, the beautiful eyes blinked at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up on his simple face, revealing a smile of success in his plan.

Could it be said?

Before Cyrildo could take a few glances, the silver light had dissipated like a tide. Misha quickly put on her hood and sat back into the crowd.

When Cyril turned around, there were only a fierce believer in the round table, and no one was still sitting at the table, and they all knelt on the ground and refused to look up for a long time.

Finally, the elders of the Deep Forest Council had their grooms and sat back to the table to restart the meeting. When Cyril looked at them again, he found an awkward smile on his face.

"Then, everyone..."

"Well, Marquis Adrien would not do anything like maliciously involving the forest to join the war." Upton coughed twice, his voice so low that he could hardly hear it.

"So you have no objection to my proposal?"

"No comments, no comments."

Who dares to have an objection? This is Nora's favor. Isn't it against him to oppose Nora?

Wouldn’t that be sorry for my belief in life over the past decades and hundreds of years?

"Then... Lord Isido, about Pegasus..." Cyril looked at Aris' father, Isido, the patriarch of the Eagle-Pour clan.

The latter looked helpless, and nodded repeatedly when he heard Cyril's mouth: "Marquis Adrien, you said that this was Lord Nora's meaning. I've sent the Pegasus herd to you-yes, that, Aris, from today on, you will take your Pegasus Knights with this Marquis to Amasil!"

"Ha?" Aris opened his mouth, but he didn't expect the conversation to fall on him.

This Deep Forest Council entered "garbage time" in advance.

This was the second time Cyril had seen the effect of faith—the fanatical belief in Yurila made Archbishop Stanny Clemens of Harbor Temple pay the entire temple and the Port of New Orway.

And his belief in Nora also made these natural believers unconditionally become Cyril's dogs...

Ah no, it’s a bit too unpleasant to say that. It should be said that Amasil’s sincere partner.

Next is to discuss forest defense with the elders of the Deep Forest Council.

Although the terrain of the forest itself is enough to hinder the advance of the Osaint Emma people, and the unstable factor of the Black Forest has become a natural barrier, the number of natural believers is still much smaller than that of the Osaint Emma army.

Once the war begins, the forests across the entire Amasil range will become front-line war zones.

How to deploy defense, which areas focus on, and which areas of conditions are used as natural traps are all things that need to be considered.

The knights who came with Cyril simply had to go with Aris to choose a Pegasus that could be rode by human cavalry.

When everything related to the Shenlin Council was negotiated, it was already one and a half days later.

Cyril rubbed his waist and kept yawning, and he spent the whole night rushing to the forest map.

Except for elves and treemen, no one could come up with such a detailed forest topography map, mountain range distribution, forest distribution, and river distribution. The entire map was copied by Cyrill, preparing to go back and bring to Siliki's free labor Atsk analysis.

He returned to his residence in Xigu City tiredly. Although his physical function had no effect on him without sleeping for several days, mental fatigue was inevitable.

He stayed at the door of the room for a while, but then turned to Misha's room first and knocked on the door gently.

"Please come in."

He pushed the door open and the elf lady was lying lazily on the windowsill, wrapped in a thin gauze skirt, outlining her beautiful figure.
To be continued...