Bringing Culture to a Different World

Arthur Crow, Quitoan’s residence.

Elder Quitoan aimed his longbow at the distant rock wall. Magic gathered in his right hand and extended all the way to the bowstring pulled by his fingertip.

When Elder Quitoan released the bowstring in his hand, the arrow tore through the air beside Quitoan’s face and pierced through the distant rock wall.

Elder Quitoan glanced at his fingers, which were bleeding from drawing too much.

It had been a long time since he had practiced archery as intensely as he did today.

The reason why elder Quitoan did this was to vent.

Yesterday, he happened to read a book on the Spellcasters’forum, a book called “The Diary of the Heretic Judge.”.

This book revealed the true face of the Heretic Inquisitor’s court to Elder Kuitoan.

This also allowed elder Kuitoan to start investigating all the news related to the Heretic Inquisitor’s court on the Magic Web.

Until today, the true reason for the destruction of Ascekro a thousand years ago finally appeared in front of Elder Kuitoan.

He once thought that it was the hateful humans who turned his people into monsters.

However, it was impossible for the remaining High Elves to take revenge on the humans. Furthermore, reason told elder Kuitoan that he should not spread his hatred to the entire human race.

Now, Elder Kuitoan had used the weave to investigate the organization that destroyed Ascekro a thousand years ago, as well as the exact location of this organization.

The court of heresy.

The Flame of vengeance was quietly ignited in elder Kuitoan’s heart.

“Kuitoan.”

At this time, elder Kapis visited his residence.

“If you came here today because of an argument, my answer is that I don’t have time.”

After Kuitoan finished reading the “Diary of the court of heresy,”hatred and anger had enveloped him for the entire night, so he did not even have the mood to talk to this conservative elder.

“I’m here to ask you to do something for me.”

Elder Capaz leaned on his cane and slowly found a chair to sit down.

He was not much older than Quitoan, but his body was so old that he could not pick up a bow and arrow. When Arthur Crow was destroyed, he sacrificed too many things in order to survive.

“What is it? Do you want me to expel that Chaos Demon?”

Elder Kuito put down his bow and arrow. As old antiques from the old Arthur Crow era, they were close friends in the race, but they had different opinions on politics.

“The holy tree has already acknowledged that blasphemer. It is not your opinion and mine that can expel him.”

Elder capaz gripped his walking stick tightly, as if he had accepted Arthur Crow’s fate.

“Then what do you want me to do?”Elder Kuitoan asked.

Elder capace pursed his lips tightly. His body was so old that his teeth were starting to fall out. Now, only the powerful magic power in his body supported his movements.

“Do you… know how to Type?”

At this time, Elder capace was no longer as aggressive as before in the council of elders. Instead, he was more like a lonely old man who had been abandoned by his descendants.

“Type… words. You mean typing on the magic net with those virtual keyboards. I have practiced for a period of time.”

Elder Kuitoan witnessed his granddaughter gaining a large number of believers through the magic net, and he began to study the magic net.

The first step of the research was to master the most basic aspect of the Magic Net’s control, which was to use the virtual keyboard to type human characters into the magic net.

“I have some unfinished records and some unfinished stories,”elder Kaepais said with a bitter smile. “In the library of Arthur Crow, it will eventually become a forgotten book.”

“I remember that you used to be the Queen’s clerk, and you wrote many popular stories.”

When Kuito talked about the past with Kaepais, his voice, which had been shrouded in anger, gradually softened.

“It’s all in the past. The Queen has passed away, and the story I wrote was burned together with the old Arthur Crowe,”elder capace said in a melancholic voice.

“So you plan to record the new story on the magic web? I can teach you to type. It’s a very simple skill. You can write your own books on the magic web then.”

Elder Kuitoan spent the night in the immovable library to finish reading the “Heretic Judge’s diary.”He also roughly understood what it was like to create on the magic web.

“I don’t plan to stay in Arthur Kronor anymore, Kuitoan.”Elder kopis was silent for a moment before opening his eyes again.

At this moment, elder Kuitoan saw the same thing in the eyes of this old man, and that was hatred.

“I am essentially an avenger who has been blinded by anger. I Am a soul that survived the fire that burned ascetic Crowe. I will never forgive those defilers, those humans… I only want to cut off the heads of those defilers and sacrifice them to the holy tree!”

Elder Capaz’s every word echoed clearly in elder Kuituan’s ears.

“The current Arthur Crowe has chosen to accept these humans. I can not make any changes, so staying here is unable to complete my revenge.”

Elder capace used his aging arms to support his body.

“So I plan to leave Arthur Crowe, but before I leave… I have one last wish, and that is to record all the stories that I have thought of over the years. This is the wish of the clerk from a thousand years ago, and not this ghost from a thousand years later.”

Elder Kuitoan understood elder capace’s thoughts when he heard this. He, like himself, planned to go alone to find the culprits that caused the destruction of ascetic Crowe.

“You are not the only departed soul that survived.”

The interface of the weave unfolded in front of elder Kuitoan. He logged into the motionless library partition of the Spellcaster Forum.

“I also have some blood feuds that I need to settle with those blasphemers. Before that, let your story stay on the weave.”

Elder Kuito had just opened the immovable library’s interface when a white bird stopped on the stone wall that he had used to practice archery.

This white bird was the incarnation of the World Tree. It tilted its head and looked between the two elders for a while before giving them a new order.

“Go to the forgotten land immediately.”

The order from the world tree forced the two elders who were preparing to write a will to put this thought aside for the time being.

Ever since the blasphemer came to Asgolos through the forgotten land, elder capaz had never stepped into the forgotten land, but today might be his last day in ASGOLOS.

“I happen to have something I’d like to discuss with the Chaos Fiend,”said elder Capheus.