Chapter 125

Chapter 125: The Phantom礼Gown

Wood stood before the table, gazing at the star for a long while in silence before he spoke.

“You summoned me here for more than just Grete’s matter,” he said.

“Hmm, I wish to contact Pulman,” Loran Hill revealed a smile.

Upon hearing this name, Mr. Wood was quite surprised. He was from the rebel army of the West Wind; it was not strange that this was exposed. However, it was unusual for this young lady to specifically request to contact the leader of the rebel army. What could be her purpose?

“But,” he seemed hesitant to continue.

Loran Hill slowly paced within the room, dispelling Wood’s doubts.

“Although you are not yet recognized by the Seven Snow Nations, I have higher hopes for you. Moreover, I have met Pulman before.”

Her fingers traced the wall, then she turned around. Her golden hair was divided into light and shadow by several beams of light, with tiny dust particles dancing in the rays.

“I wish to send a letter to Pulman. Once he sees it, he will naturally understand who I am, and the help and advice I offer.”

Just sending a letter, Wood seemed relieved upon hearing this. In this situation, he couldn’t refuse, could he?

“I can help you reach your comrades in the North, but it might go through several hands before reaching General Pulman,” Wood said.

“That’s fine. How long would it take?”

“At the earliest, it would take 4-5 days. This is the limit. Even messenger hawks need rest,” Wood replied.

“Alright.”

Then, Wood took out special paper, and Loran Hill began writing.

This is all I can do for now, Pulman.

With a peculiar sense of emotion, Loran Hill wrote the text in a specific order using a pen, then added a simple illustration at the bottom.

A small figure stood under a tree, with a small box in front of them. Three items sprang out of the box: wheat, a book, and a fruit. Above the figure’s head was a star emitting light.

He should know it’s from me, Loran thought. Feeling it wasn’t enough, she drew several mushrooms beside it, with spirits seemingly rising from them.

Seeing this magical letter, Wood wondered if this was a prank, but dared not comment casually. Perhaps this young lady truly knew Pulman?

After all, he had heard that Miss Lacy of Carithes had connections in the West Wind.

After growing up.

Once the letter was written, he handed it to Wood, who added some special markings before placing it in a bamboo tube. Then, he brought Lacy to a forest by the coast. With a few special whistles, a somewhat chubby bird flew over from the sea, still holding a half-eaten fish in its beak.

The brown-gray feathers shook off some water droplets before landing on a branch in front of Wood, swallowing the small fish and making a cooing sound.

Looking at this plump companion, Wood felt a bit embarrassed, blaming it all on the good food in Hope Lane, where there was not only fish to eat but also many scattered remnants of food from goods.

“Are you using these birds to send messages?”

“Yes, although they don’t fly very high, they have great endurance, are quite obedient, and are easy to take care of.”

Wood tried his best to find some merits, not wanting the young lady of the merchant guild to look down on him and the rebels.

Looking at this fat bird that seemed ready to fall asleep after eating and drinking, Loran Hill nodded indifferently.

After tying the letter to the bird’s leg, Wood seemed to have gone through great efforts to agree on a compensation with this companion. Then, the bird wobbled and flew up, gradually disappearing into the sky.

After sending the letter to Pulman, Loran Hill returned to the merchant guild and wrote another special letter. This letter detailed many matters and was directly recorded in an heirloom gemstone.

After writing, this heirloom gemstone was carried by a silver-winged warbler and quickly flew across the sky, heading towards the distant mountains and forests.

In recent reports, the Rabbit-Eared Tribe had completed training their new army, and now it was time for them to step onto the battlefield.

Past humiliations, misfortunes, and contempt must be washed away with one’s own hands.

War would be like a giant hammer, shaking hearts, constantly striking, forging, and tempering a nation’s character, allowing it to recast its own confidence, pride, and dignity.

Only strength can earn others’ respect.

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In the following days, Hope Lane seemed to have returned to its usual peace, with no major conflicts occurring. One day, Loran Hill suddenly received a letter and the messenger delivering it.

“Miss Lacy, I am here as a middleman on behalf of my father.”

Daniel from the Agadilin family stepped out of the carriage wearing proper formal attire, holding a special scroll of official correspondence.

The main idea of the letter was to hope for negotiations between both sides, with a neutral and trusted location provided by the Agadilin family, in a seaside villa. The time was set for tomorrow.

At the end of the letter, there were seals from the Tisiphone family, Any弥伊, Nisus, and the Agtylin family. Behind Daniel, there were also representatives from three other merchant associations, all together addressing some questions about the arrangements for the peace talks.

After inviting Daniel to sit down, Lolan Hill asked,

“Has Uncle Jerlink not arrived?”

“My father has been busy these past few days handling some affairs and worrying about my younger sister’s marriage,” Daniel replied calmly.

“I see. So Uncle Jerlink also supports the peace talks?”

“Yes, Father also supports it. After all, continuing this standoff is too dangerous.”

“Hmm, I understand.”

Lolan Hill lowered her head, looking at the teacup in her hand, then instructed Chelsea to contact the Helios family to discuss matters such as the location, time, and personnel limitations for the peace talks together.

By the time the representative from the Helios family arrived and they had finished their discussions, it was already evening.

Lolan Hill did not participate in the discussions but instead walked alone in the corridor of the manor, the lantern hanging beside the hallway, with dark clouds covering the sky outside, starless and moonless.

The Agtylin family had always been on good terms with the Callites, and there was a deep friendship between Jerlink and Angus. They were trustworthy people; having them arrange the venue and act as intermediaries should make the young lady of the Callites feel at ease.

Such thoughts were normal, especially since Jerlink’s son had come as a messenger, representing the Agtylin family.

Walking through the corridor where light and shadow intermingled, Lolan Hill recalled her first visit to the Agtylin family. It seemed like another butler had led the way, guiding her through the dim long hallways, but things had turned out differently later on.

Since they wanted to achieve their goals this way, let them do so, Lolan Hill thought. This would also help avoid casualties among the Callites.

She took out the long-carried [Shadow Wax Candle], which was a gift from her witch senior.

[Shadow Wax Candle] (Perfect Coral Grade): The dark flame can transform into whatever the user imagines, lasting for three days, with the highest quality being Golden Grade. (The transformed item must be something the user understands.)

Dark blue flames rose from the candle, spreading into a pale blue flame that gradually enveloped her body, followed by a luxurious crimson dress appearing on her, with white pleated decorations at the cuffs, hem, and chest.

Thank you, Archbishop Liliana, xFrostyFeetx, One-third of Summer, and Tian Ming Jie.