Novel Bin Chapter 1148 Views and Visitors
Chapter 1148 Views and Visitors
Lyon woke up the next morning to the unsettling sounds of a commotion echoing through the palace. He pushed himself up from his bed, glancing around to find Cecile and Selena already awake and dressed, their expressions reflecting a sense of concern.
"What\'s happening?" Lyon inquired, his voice tinged with grogginess.
Cecile, with a nonchalant shrug, replied, "Politics."
"Politics?" Lyon raised his brows, fully aware of the intricate nature of power struggles within the empire.
"A couple of elders are assembling in the throne room, confronting Elandril," Cecile explained, her words carrying a weight of seriousness.
Lyon was taken aback, not so much by the political turmoil itself but by the unexpected appearance of Liu, who knelt beside his bed. "Liu? What are you doing here?"
Liu offered a respectful bow, "Master, I\'ve been here to ensure your safety. The palace has been abuzz with activity since early morning."
Lyon\'s lips twitched, a sense of déjà vu settling in.
Muspell\'s voice, warm and resonant, reached Lyon\'s ears. "Little Lyon, I\'ve heard what\'s happening from the others, about the cloaked healer that you sought." In the next moment, Muspell materialized, perching atop Lyon\'s head with an air of familiarity.
Lyon immediately raised his brows, looking at the miniature deity. "Uncle Muspell, do you know anything about her?" Lyon\'s inquiry carried a mix of curiosity and hope as if the ancient deity might hold a key to the mysterious healer\'s whereabouts.
"Well, I saw her once, but never got to see her face," said Muspell, his voice carrying the weight of ancient memories.
Lyon\'s anticipation grew, and he leaned in, urgency coloring his voice. "Where did you see her, Uncle Muspell?"
Muspell sighed as if retrieving a distant recollection. "The last time was a long time ago, in a market where she tended to a sick one. The person afflicted was a head of a sect, suffering from a dreaded poison."
Lyon\'s mind raced as he tried to piece together the information. The mention of a market and a sect leader suffering from poison offered a slender thread to follow, but the healer\'s identity remained elusive. Determination etched across Lyon\'s face as he mulled over the details, determined to unravel the mystery that had eluded him for far too long.
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In the grandeur of the Throne room, an atmosphere akin to a trial unfolded. The elders, led by Ithildir, stood resolute, their expressions reflecting the weight of their opinions. On the opposing side, Emperor Elandril, accompanied by his wife, Iris, and their daughter, Yala, maintained a regal poise amidst the brewing dissent.
However, a figure that stood apart garnered not only stern but also disgusted gazes from the elders — Rakumtatak. The presence of the orc emperor in the sacred halls of Eldora\'s throne room was a stark contrast to the usual decorum of elven politics.
Elandril, seated on his throne, attempted to quell the rising tension. "Elders, I understand your concerns, but Rakumtatak is our guest. We must extend courtesy and diplomacy."
Ithildir, the elder with a countenance etched with centuries of wisdom, raised a skeptical brow. "Courtesy, perhaps, but welcoming an orc into our palace is an affront to our traditions. The honor of Eldora is at stake."
Rakumtatak, standing tall with an air of defiance, met the elders\' disdainful gaze with a toothy grin. His presence was a deliberate provocation, challenging the deeply ingrained prejudices that fueled elven society.
The room, once a symbol of unity, now crackled with tension as the clash of ideals reverberated within its hallowed walls. The elders, unwavering in their disdain, perceived the emperor\'s actions as a betrayal of elven values, setting the stage for a confrontation that would shape the destiny of Eldora.
In the grandeur of the Throne room, an atmosphere akin to a trial unfolded. The elders, led by Ithildir, stood resolute, their expressions reflecting the weight of their opinions. On the opposing side, Emperor Elandril, accompanied by his wife, Iris, and their daughter, Yala, maintained a regal poise amidst the brewing dissent.
However, a figure that stood apart garnered not only stern but also disgusted gazes from the elders — Rakumtatak. The presence of the orc emperor in the sacred halls of Eldora\'s throne room was a stark contrast to the usual decorum of elven politics.
Elandril, seated on his throne, attempted to quell the rising tension. "Elders, I understand your concerns, but Rakumtatak is our guest. We must extend courtesy and diplomacy."
Ithildir, the elder with a countenance etched with centuries of wisdom, raised a skeptical brow. "Courtesy, perhaps, but welcoming an orc into our palace is an affront to our traditions. The honor of Eldora is at stake."
Rakumtatak, standing tall with an air of defiance, met the elders\' disdainful gaze with a toothy grin. His presence was a deliberate provocation, challenging the deeply ingrained prejudices that fueled elven society.
The room, once a symbol of unity, now crackled with tension as the clash of ideals reverberated within its hallowed walls. The elders, unwavering in their disdain, perceived the emperor\'s actions as a betrayal of elven values.
In the grandeur of the Throne room, as the tension escalated between the elders and Emperor Elandril, Yala stepped forward with a determined expression, her voice cutting through the heated discourse. "Elders, especially in Eldora, we should be the beacon of tolerance and understanding. To reject Rakumtatak\'s presence outright would be a grave offense and an insult to the very ideals we hold dear. We must welcome him as a guest, if not an ally, and strive to bridge the gaps that have divided our races for centuries."
Ithildir, the venerable elder, shook his head disapprovingly, dismissing Yala\'s words. "Princess Yala, respect for our ancestors and their teachings should guide our decisions. Welcoming an orc into this sacred space undermines the very values that have sustained Eldora for generations."
Yala, undeterred, stood firm in her convictions. "Respect for our ancestors should not blind us to the potential for growth and unity. Eldora can set an example for the world by embracing change and forging alliances even with those we once considered adversaries."
Rakumtatak, the source of the elders\' consternation, couldn\'t help but laugh at the exchange. His deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the Throne room, adding an unexpected twist to the unfolding drama. The princess\'s bold stance, contrary to the elders\' expectations, had injected a surprising energy into the debate.
Elandril and Iris exchanged glances, their expressions torn between parental concern for their daughter and the weight of the decisions at hand. The elders, shocked by the audacity of the princess\'s words, found themselves confronted with a challenge to their long-held beliefs.
Ithildir, with a stern expression, swiftly approached Emperor Elandril, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "Your Excellency, we have heard the sentiments of the people, and they voice their opposition to the presence of the orc and the human in Eldora."
Elandril furrowed his brows, skeptical of the claim. "You presume to speak for all of Eldora\'s people?"
Ithildir, undeterred, produced a piece of paper with a flourish. "This is a message from a concerned little citizen whose name I will keep a secret."
He unfolded the paper, revealing the handwritten message:
"Dear Emperor and Elders,
I don\'t like the green giant walking around. It\'s scary, and it makes me feel funny. I\'m worried that something bad might happen to our beautiful palace. Can you please make it go away?
Sincerely, A Little Elf"
The simplicity of the child\'s words contrasted sharply with the weight of the situation, and the elders watched Elandril\'s reaction closely.
As Elandril\'s face contorted with concern and contemplation, the elven guards stationed at the gates of Eldor suddenly felt a subtle tremor beneath their feet. Exchange of wary glances ensued before their attention turned towards the source of the disturbance. Their pupils shrunk to tiny dots as a looming shadow cast over them, instilling a sense of dread that caused their might to dwindle.
Back in the throne room, just as Elandril was about to express his opinion and Rakumtatak raised his brows in anticipation, the doors swung open with a hurried motion. A palace guard, breathless and anxious, stumbled into the room, drawing the focus of all present. He gulped audibly, feeling the intensity of the gazes upon him, but Elandril was the first to speak.
The guard, with a stiffened posture, lowered his head, bent his knee, and stammered, "G-Golems!"
The word hung in the air, a sudden revelation that sent shockwaves through the throne room. The elven guards outside, now faced with an imminent threat, were caught in the shadow of an impending danger, and the atmosphere in the palace shifted from a political dispute to an urgent call for action.
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The morning sun painted the sky in hues of warm gold as Lyon stood by the ornate window, his gaze drawn to the spectacle unfolding on the outskirts of Eldora. The air, usually filled with the gentle whispers of wind through leaves, now carried an unsettling stillness, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation.
Beyond the city gates, an army of golems emerged from the shadows, their stone bodies towering over the landscape. Each golem, intricately crafted from ancient rocks, bore the weight of untold history etched into its craggy surface. Yellow eyes glowed like orbs of ethereal fire, casting an otherworldly light that danced across the rocky terrain.