The Necromancer is in Frostleaf Castle——
"Master Steward." Uriel felt that his throat was extremely dry, "I think it is better not to make any terrible guesses at this time. Maybe the corpse eater is just an exception."
However, as the steward of the castle, it is understandable for Mr. Shono to consider the worst case scenario... But the apprentice cannot think of any reason for the Necromancer to abandon the city and come here.
"What's in the castle?" he almost blurted.
Xiu Nuo Wiggins stared at the ice sword in his hand for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and replied knowingly: "Frost Leaf Castle is the command post of the Swift Shadow Legion."
"Command post, what is that?"
The steward looked suspicious, "It is the center for legion mobilization and combat orders. You don't even know this, boy, are you really a mercenary?"
So I really am not...
Although he wanted to ask what the Shadow Legion was, Uriel quickly skipped the topic. If he continued to ask, even with Joey's emblem of the sky, he would reveal his secret: "What use does the Shadow Legion have against the Necromancer?" , aren’t there enough undead in the city?”
"I don't know about this, but the most valuable thing in Frostleaf Castle is the power to command the legion. Other than that, I can't think of anything special." Manager Xiu Nuo tightened his grip on the lamp, "The lord may know more , but I am only the supervisor of the castle."
"Who knows what the Necromancer is targeting."
"You are right, no one knows what a living dead thinks." The apprentice said deliberately. He could hear the drum-like footsteps of soldiers lining up outside the window. He believed that someone would come up soon to look for the steward.
But Uriel suddenly realized a problem. He looked at the body of Butler Barton who died for the second time on the ground, and he was a little unsure whether the next servant who came to deliver the message was dead or alive.
Was Barton sent to attack the Steward in order to capture Frostleaf Castle quickly?
However, the Necromancer did not succeed, and the guards of Frostleaf Castle were also alert. It seemed that the situation was not too bad.
"Disgusting corpses, garbage mixed with maggots!"
Manager Xiu Nuo cursed in a low voice, then walked around the undead on the floor and motioned for the "mercenary" behind him to follow him. Although he didn't trust the adventurer very much, Controller Wiggins didn't have the guts to let him meet the guards alone.
The Lord Steward is a typical nobleman of the kingdom. Under the surface of acrimony, arrogance and cunning, these people are often timid, amplified by the desire for power and wealth. Naturally, he knew that waiting here would only result in continuous attacks, and the protection of the army was more reassuring than Uriel's.
"Master Steward, can Frostleaf Castle's army stop the Necromancer?" The apprentice still couldn't help asking.
"Don't compare the army with mercenaries." Even if the safety depends on human hands, General Xiunuo's problems will not be corrected for a while.
Compared to some domineering guys, he is actually pretty quiet.
Uriel didn't think there was anything strange. In his impression, nobles should be like this. At first, the other party asked the question first, which even made the apprentice a little flattered.
The mystery didn't put him in any different mood. If there was anything new, he only felt that he had lost more.
"The Swift Shadow Legion is the elite of the kingdom, and the Blood Legion in the West was once defeated by us; mercenary, if you ask this in front of Cervantes, he will let you understand why you are just an adventurer now."
Manager Xiu Nuo was full of confidence.
The apprentice glanced at the coat of arms he was wearing and thought to himself that you are now being protected by a person who calls himself an adventurer. If Mr. Eds is here, he will let you understand why he is not just an adventurer now.
Cervantes is the commander of the Swift Shadow Legion, which is no different from the outside world. But Uriel really didn't know any more information. After all, newspapers would not publish news about the Legion casually. He hoped that General Shunuo could reveal more things.
"Master of the Shadow Legion, he deserves respect." Uriel tried to calm down his tone.
Sure enough, General Shouno was fooled. Perhaps he never expected that there would be a mysterious person from the Eastman Kingdom who didn't know about Cervantes: "Don't deny it, mercenary, even Calder of the Knox Mercenary Group Not his match."
"Boy, your achievements are not enough to make you proud - you were not even born when Cervantes executed the Unknown Man in Sombigrad."
They spiraled down the stairs and through the portrait-lined corridors; all the way there was no sign of the maid or waiter, apparently driven back to their rooms by the alarm bell.
I don't know when Xiu Nuo followed the apprentice, and when he passed the exit of a long corridor, he said this casually.
What does the nameless mean?
While Uriel was vigilant, he caught the new term from the steward's words.
He felt that Sauron was right and he should go to class.
Suddenly heavy footsteps sounded——
"Shino! I'm so glad you're okay."
The visitor was wearing armor and holding a sword. When he stepped into the hall, dust was flying in the gaps between the floor tiles. The flaming four-leaf emblem was painted on his chest. He pulled back his visor, revealing a face with extremely three-dimensional features. The beard on his chin was particularly eye-catching.
The commander of the Shadow Army, Cervantes, was as calm and solemn as Uriel remembered, and the apprentice's knowledge of him was limited to his portrait in the newspaper.
Troops of soldiers followed. These were all warriors of the Swift Shadow Legion, which made the apprentice who had only seen the city defense patrols subconsciously feel guilty.
He touched the badge and felt that he was not actually a fake, so he felt slightly reassured.
Being so distracted, Uriel missed the conversation between the legion commander and the general manager. In fact, he didn't quite understand the arrangement between the two. When the apprentice suddenly found that the obstruction in front of him had disappeared, he raised his head in surprise.
The knights divided into two groups, and a dozen guards followed the castle steward to appease the members of the Wiggins family, while the rest left with the legionnaire.
"Lord Shunuo?"
"Oh, mercenary, are you still there? Your news came in time. After the incident is over, I will give you credit to Calder." Mr. Steward was stunned for a moment, and then promised with a smile on his face.
"And Lord Messenger, son, he will know that you have completed your mission."
…
A few minutes later, Uriel was sitting in the corridor outside the castle, a little at a loss.
Manager Xiu Nuo was right, he had indeed completed the task assigned to him by Joey. The Necromancer and Yotsuba City do not need to worry about a newly promoted mystic. After the Necromancer is beheaded and the chaos is over, Cecilia's hatred will disappear.
And the apprentice did not do nothing: he saved the general manager of Frostleaf Castle and warned the Swift Shadow Legion in time, which was enough.
However, Uriel did not let go of his burden.
He didn't know what he wanted to do, and he wasn't needed anywhere... But the apprentice subconsciously felt that he shouldn't stay here doing nothing.
"I'm just an ordinary person." He tried to reassure himself, "I did my best."
Uriel missed Sauron very much at this time, and he just wanted to find someone to talk to. He had nowhere to express his confusion.
"what's on your mind"
The apprentice imagined that such a line of frost-white handwriting appeared in front of his eyes.
"Everything...like why I'm here."
"Don't you think you should be here? Then why shouldn’t it be done?」
"……I have no idea."
"What are you expecting?" 』
Uriel was startled, "Looking forward to it?"
"Aren't you willing to be a bystander?"
"I have completed my mission." The apprentice replied, "I have nothing more to do. Where do you come from if you are unwilling to give in? I am not the legion commander, or even a patrol knight."
"Because you can do more"
Uriel was stunned.
"You are confused, but it is not about whether you should be here, but about not knowing what to do."
"I don't know...how to do it?" He savored these words and felt his heart beat faster and slower.
"You are not a legionnaire, a knight, a guard, or even a native of Knox - but you lost Cecilia to disaster. You are the mysterious one, the extraordinary life that burns the soul."
"But I can't do anything. I know only a little about the mystery. I have no other use except killing a few corpse eaters. Cecilia will not come back. The end of the Necromancer is approaching." At this point, he choked up inexplicably. , "I sent the message and saved the manager - I have done enough, what else can I do?"
"I don't ask you how you did it"
The handwriting changed silently.
"I asked you what you do"
Uriel froze.
He finally understood why he felt anxious. After delivering the news, he stayed in the corner, accepted the messenger's arrangements with peace of mind, and waited in place as ordered - none of this was what he wanted. He should not forget his own purpose, regardless of his status or class. People who succumb to reality often lack courage and consciousness.
The apprentice already has these two things.
"I'm here... to fight against the undead."
Uriel woke up as if from a dream.
Of course he shouldn't be here, he must find the crazy necromancer who destroyed Yotsuye City and almost destroyed his life!
A force drove the apprentice to stand up and pick up the sword; invisible clues guided the apprentice through the corridor. He searched in every corner and passed the knights until he felt a sense of discomfort in the empty central hall. Ordinary magic ripples.
The apprentice didn't know if this feeling was normal. He seemed to be possessed. Intermittent phantoms flashed before his eyes. In addition to determination and magic, it seemed that there was another kind of power supporting him.
Guards passed by in the hall, but they turned a blind eye to Uriel. The latter stood there, raising his head and staring at the sky outside the stained glass.
Then the skylight shattered and black shadows fell from the sky——
The bloody smell rushed into the hall, and a falcon was held in the hands of the black-robed priest. Each person and the bird were covered in blood.
Before the apprentice could react, the guard in the hall suddenly twitched and struggled. Their armor hit the ground, and Uriel subconsciously raised his sword to point at the people dressed as priests. But after a while, these people stood up again, with extinguishing flames dancing in their eyes.
Corpse eater!
This person turned the guards into undead? Or are the knights dead long ago and the castle is full of corpses?
Uriel remembered what Chief Shuno said: The Necromancer is in the castle. I couldn't help but feel confused and frightened for a moment.
The visitor let go of his hand, and the Falcon turned into a human being, panting hard on the ground. A green light erupted from his fingertips, piercing the wounded man's heart; then he raised his head and was slightly startled:
"Prophecy magic?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground and stone pillars were suddenly filled with gaps; then the stone bricks disintegrated, the dome fell, and the hall fell into darkness.
"...!!"
"Mr. Eze!" Uriel came back to his senses, like cold water showering on his head. He seemed to wake up from another dream, and suddenly found himself still sitting in the corridor, leaning against a thick stone pillar.
He couldn't help but look at the ground. It was clean and there was no trace of melted ice, snow or water.
"what is that?"
Uriel stood up in fright. He looked left and right, thinking that he might have fallen asleep. But strong evidence soon denied this speculation: "The magic power is exhausted?"
Now the apprentice can't even carry the sword.
An incredible thought flashed through his mind, and Uriel pressed his back against the cold stone, feeling that he might have seen something about to happen.
