Collins seemed to have reverted to his childhood from decades ago, and the original authority he once possessed as a city lord had faded considerably when he spoke.
He didn't think for long, but said with a slight embarrassment, like a child performing in public:
"I can only give you a detailed account of the history of the Graycast Corridor. The Second Holy See and the Graycast Corridor only recently established diplomatic relations, and even I only know a little about it."
Upon hearing this reply, the two Short-Eared Elf looked at the group of Soul Returner.
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] Hearing that there was something for him to do, he immediately stepped forward and said very seriously:
" The Second Holy See is a newly emerging power that has risen in the last year. If you are interested in the Second Holy See, I can share my knowledge to the fullest extent permitted by law."
He then silently retreated, waiting for the other party's reply.
A Soul Returner to his side and asked in his ear:
What exactly is the permitted range?
How would I know?
[ Do Some Farm Work ] shrugged imperceptibly:
"That sounds more professional."
Upon hearing this, the group fell silent, while the Short-Eared Elf turned its gaze to a "matter" beside them that was gradually losing its luster.
If you need Collins to handle the Graycast Corridor issue, Soul Returner to handle the Second Holy See issue, then you can only turn to this guy he rescued along the way for the Eternal Domain issue.
The moment the light disappeared, Kebola opened his eyes again.
Thanks to the resurrection mechanism of the Eternal Domain members, he has now lost all his shackles and can theoretically move freely.
But that was only in theory. When Kebola woke up, the first thing he saw was a dozen ballistae aimed at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a guy dressed as the lord of the Graycast Corridor standing a dozen steps away from him.
The lords of the satellite cities in the Graycast Corridor are generally at the Middle Tier Intermediate- Middle Tier Advanced strength, but this guy is so old, there must not be much human left in his body, so he'll probably be even more troublesome to deal with...
After a brief moment of internal thought, Kebola looked around, found a spot, plopped down, and said:
"Alright, alright, I know the rules. The messengers from the Eternal Domain will escort me back sooner or later. I'll just stay here with you for now."
"Taking action against me rashly could easily cause a diplomatic incident."
Collins ignored Kebola's remarks and simply asked:
"Would you be willing to share some history about the Eternal Domain?"
Why should I tell you?
Kebola shrugged:
"Even if you capture me now, according to the terms signed between Graycast Corridor and Eternal Domain, you'll still have to be well-fed and cared for..."
"Release the arrows."
Unlike the previous furious vice-captain, Lord Collins ' tone was cold when he gave the order, but it carried a power that was completely irresistible.
As the chilling command echoed through the barbican, a hail of arrows rained down once more.
Kebola immediately panicked. He hadn't expected the other party to be so quick to anger, giving him no chance to fight for better treatment.
Just as Kebola was about to use his Slow ability to buy himself some time, he found himself seemingly silenced; no matter how he tried to circulate his psionic Psionic Energy, there was no sign of it flowing.
He turned his head in astonishment to look at the group of silly-looking young men eating a dozen steps away. Collins put on his helmet, and his mech was poised to strike at any moment.
The young mage who had saved his life but had never spoken to him before now wore a half-smile.
His right hand was now outstretched, his index finger swaying slightly from side to side, as if silently warning him.
"What?!"
Kebola hadn't expected his power to be so easily suppressed. Although he was only Middle Tier, his Slow ability came from the blessing of the Amber Dragon, so he wasn't so easily silenced.
Before he could even think about why the mage could so easily render him unable to use his abilities, a crossbow bolt as thick as his wrist had already pierced through Kebola's body.
And so, less than a minute after his resurrection, this marquis, who often failed to grasp the situation, once again entered the resurrection countdown.
Seeing that the person who called himself the Short-Eared Elf could render Kebola completely powerless with a mere tap of his finger, the Soul Returner were somewhat taken aback, while Lord Collins looked satisfied, as if to say, "I knew it," and happily removed his helmet again.
He looked at the magician and asked:
"Should I let them fire a few more rounds? He probably won't speak up after just one round."
"No need for that."
The Short-Eared Elf waved its hand, as if to invite everyone to watch its performance.
He raised his staff with his left hand and gently drew a half-circle counterclockwise with his right fingers. The thick, hard arrows that had pierced through Kebola and entered the helmet of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess were thus pulled out from the thick wooden planks and then retreated about five or six meters back into the air, following the trajectory they had taken.
He tapped his finger, and the arrows stopped there. Then the Short-Eared Elf looked at Kebola, who was resurrecting.
His fingers began to rotate clockwise, still half a circle, and Kebola's resurrection speed suddenly increased. The resurrection process, which would normally take more than a minute, was completed in just a few breaths.
The radiance subsided, the forms reassembled, and Kebola opened his eyes to see a series of smiling faces.
This time, it was the Short-Eared Elf who spoke:
"Your Excellency Kebola Coppola, I have some questions I'd like to ask you about the Eternal Domain..."
"What exactly did you do...?"
Kebola, still shaken, asked in return.
"Could you tell me?"
Don't even think about it!
That's a pity.
The Short-Eared Elf shook its head, pointed at the arrows that were frozen in mid-air, and they returned to their original speed.
"Whoosh!"
Kebola was once again pierced by a hail of arrows, becoming dazzling and Shattered, before the arrows returned to their previous positions.
A simple method, but it always works.
The Graycast Corridor had previously used similar torture methods on prisoners of the Eternal Domain, but because their resurrection time would increase with the number of resurrections, the effect would become less and less effective. In addition, the guys in the Eternal Domain generally had strong defenses, so this was actually a thankless and laborious task.
But with the addition of the Short-Eared Elf, everything seemed to change.
Although the overall method remained the same, he only needed to tap and rotate his fingers slightly to repeatedly reuse the crossbow bolts that could kill Kebola.
Kebola's resurrection speed was also compressed to within five seconds, and the entire process could be completed within ten seconds.
Subtle brilliance, reunified form, pierced by a thousand arrows, recycled...