Chapter 1110 Hermit

The hunting ceremony continued, but an unexpected visitor disrupted the communication of the royal court members.

If there were hermits in the Annulli Mountains, Imrick believed it, but he thought it was a bit nonsense. It must be some Slaanesh believers hiding in the mountains to plot something.

But when the black-robed man came closer, Kosir held his neck with a big axe, which made Imrick have to believe that there really was a group of people who turned a deaf ear to the outside world and were willing to be wild monkeys in the mountains.

Kosir was very fast. When the black-robed man just appeared at the edge of his vision, he had already ignored the rugged mountains. He held the assassin's neck with his backhand and raised the Emerald Sound Axe with one hand and put it on his shoulder.

This speed obviously scared the black-robed man, but he still said calmly: "I just want to exchange something."

Woman?

Kosir lifted the assassin's hood and found a girl with golden hair. Judging from the face that was anxious to break free, she might not know who she wanted to exchange with.

"Who are you? What's your purpose?"

The deep and deep voice made the girl's body tremble more and more, and her blue eyes almost shed tears. "I am Anasta, I live nearby, and I want to exchange some salt..."

"Kosir, bring her here."

The cautious captain of the guard, even if ordered by His Majesty, still held the girl's neck with one hand, without any mercy.

He had seen too many beautiful assassins, but after tearing off the weak appearance, there was an absolutely ruthless heart.

When Anasta arrived in front of the Phoenix King, she was still being lifted up from behind by Kosir. She looked at the noble sitting cross-legged with a little anger, and spoke in a somewhat unclear manner.

"I am a noble of Arion, I am not a little girl who is easy to bully..."

What the hell, when did I become an Arion person?

Imrik laughed at himself in his heart and signaled Kosir to put the girl down, "Put it down, she is a little girl."

"But a little girl can also be an assassin, the two are not contradictory."

"Do you think she is a threat to me?"

The king and his ministers stared at each other, and they did not give in. Imrik had enough confidence in his strength. Even if the little girl was a fake Slaanesh demon, she would die on the spot in a few minutes.

Kosir insisted on his belief in his heart. He had seen too many conspiracies against the Phoenix King.

Phyllis pushed the stone and stood up, blocking the two people who were staring at each other. She walked in front of the maid, put her palm into the cloak, and after rubbing it carefully, she nodded to Kosir.

"There is nothing suspicious on her, Kosir, you should pay attention. His Majesty has his own plan for everything he does. As ministers, we only need to obey after fulfilling our obligations."

No matter how much the maid disliked the Phoenix King, she would never be vague when protecting him. If the White Lion Guards made the decision just because a little girl approached, where would Prince Caledon Dragon's face be.

When Phyllis took off the girl's cloak, Imrick saw her true face. There was no need to describe her appearance too much. Elves are all very distinctive. It is harder to find an ugly one than to find one with a face comparable to the Everqueen.

But her clothes were a bit strange, with coarse linen and animal skins, which reminded Imrick of a group of people, hunters who were undergoing trials in the Cherith Mountains.

Anasta sat down with panic. Grandpa said that there was always a group of people who wanted them to give up their free lives and become sufferers in the city.

"What's your name?"

"Anasta."

Imrick nodded and handed a piece of roasted venison to the little girl. "It's a good name. My name is Imrick."

The girl nodded silently, seemingly unaware of the resounding name. Instead, she was greedy for the fragrant food in her hand, staring at it with her eyes fixed.

"Eat it. This is the order of the Phoenix King."

Phoenix King? Can you eat it?

The little girl grumbled in her heart, looked at the person in charge cautiously, and finally couldn't resist the gluttony and bit into the tender venison.

"Phyllis, are there similar people in Caledor?" Imric turned to ask the maid in the court language. Hermits have always been a mystery. Legend has it that they were summoned by Asuryan and voluntarily went to the Annulli Mountains to feel the grace of God and the will of the gods.

Otherwise, it is very difficult to explain how to survive in the dangerous Annulli Mountains without the protection of gods.

"As far as I know, there are only some near the Temple of Adaeus."

"So this little girl is still blessed by Kunos?" Imric smiled. If the division is based on the belief in gods, the Caledor hermits believe in Adaeus and live in seclusion next to the Obsidian Temple.

Then what about Cosqui, the sailor who believes in Marselan, should he find a Feng Shui treasure land to sink himself?

Watching Anastasia finish eating with interest and licking the grease off her fingers, the Phoenix King asked, "Are you full?"

"Not yet."

The girl stared at the barbecue in her elder sister's hand with envy. If she had known that the people in the city ate so well, why would she hide in the mountains?

But what Anastasia got was not a piece of steaming food, but a shining spear standing upright.

When the Phoenix King threw the Spear of Valor Solarion in front of Anastasia, Phyllis was shocked and stopped her immediately, saying, "Imric, she is just a wild girl, how could she have such a talent? Besides, the Spear of Valor is difficult for even Draknir to use..."

"How will you know if you don't try it? I like the look in her eyes, a kind of dissatisfaction with forcing food to be eaten." Imrik put his hand into the bonfire, "Tell me, Anastas, do you have the courage to hold on to the food?" Do you want to hold on to this spear?"

"Isn't it just a spear? How can it be compared to touching the manticore's butt?"

Phyllis' brows twitched unnaturally. This spear could pierce the manticore from its butt to its throat in one blow.

"real?"

Anastas clapped her hands, and under Felice's extremely disgusted gaze, she tried to lift the spear with her oily hands.

But then, she paid the price for her ignorance.

The Spear of Valor, forged from a fallen star, is Imric's most proud weapon. Since being obtained from the hands of the Valiant Angel, this artifact has accompanied the dragon lord in battles in every corner of the world.

What looked like a gold-plated surface was actually the rich essence of the sun that turned into steel. When Anasta's hands touched the surface texture, only white bones were left in the flames.

"this?"

Anastas felt no pain, but the bones in her palms showed that if she continued to hold her, the flames would spread from her arms.

She squeezed the golden lines on the gun handle with all her strength, thinking that it was just an illusion, but she soon realized that it was just a trivial warning.

Golden light like a fire snake rushed into the bone marrow, and the cold flame actually made people feel cold. First, the finger bones fell, and then the two palms.

While trembling extremely, she glanced at Imric, who was watching with interest. When his arms had turned into nothingness, he actually turned around and held the Spear of Valor between his teeth.

Said vaguely. "I've got it." (End of chapter)