The mystery is gradually fading away, the ice is melting and the snow is melting.
Uriel lay on the ground. He was tired, sleepy and weak. Even if the dwarf Painter helped him up, it would not help at all. Of course, the latter would never admit that he could only lift the other person slightly.
Are you mopping the floor?
The apprentice cursed secretly. He still supported the wall and moved his steps. Fortunately, the outer corridor was short and it didn't take long to reach the main hall. As the apprentice walked, he recalled what had happened before. First, the dwarf rushed in, with a large ball of white gas sticking to his beard, followed closely by a strange orange-faced man.
The latter has a bright complexion that is hard not to recall at first sight, and has blurry outlines. For the time being, it is humanoid, with all four limbs and a sword in its hand; but the facial features on its face seem to be drawn by a child with chalk on a slate. Although it has great art skills, its face is obviously not as good as a real person. .
"It's you, kid." York was surprised to see an apprentice in Frostleaf Castle. "You... are also a mysterious person."
Uriel didn't know his name and could only smile awkwardly. "That's good luck, isn't it?"
The mercenary squad leader helped him up: "Meet York Chaine. An adventurer from the Knox Mercenary Group. I know you, Uriel."
"Thank you. You don't look much older than me." The apprentice was very interested in this inhuman creature. Apart from moving corpses, this was the first time he had such close contact with a mysterious creature other than humans.
"I am over three hundred years old." The light element blinked at him.
"...!?"
It’s enough to be considered his ancestor at this age, and even the history of the Eastman Kingdom may not be that long!
The mystery of the world revealed another wonderful corner to him.
"You're right," Uriel replied.
A shallow heat spread from York's arms, dissipating the chill slightly. The huge slashing sword melted into the chest of the Necromancer, causing the body that had calmed down again to disappear - the fire of the soul finally burned out his own body.
The source of disaster finally met its end.
"You killed him." York whispered, "This is not lucky. Berti doesn't often favor someone."
"You are suitable to be a mercenary, Uriel."
Before the apprentice could respond, Painter snorted in annoyance.
"My team is short of people." York pretended not to know the dwarf's assertion in the bar. He touched the scabbard at his waist and saw scratches on the metal.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Shine."
"Just call me York, Uriel, you are a partner who has fought with us. You also have a share of the honor of saving Yotsuba City. We have all seen your efforts." The light element said kindly.
Save Yotsuba Castle?
Uriel shook his head, "What kind of rescue is this? As a civilian living in it, I am just defending my home. But the moment the corpse eaters broke into the bar, I had already lost it. "
Sadness travels through the air. Under the moonlight of the old castle, York couldn't help but think of the mercenaries who died in Hercule, the bones and ruins everywhere. What are they guarding, themselves or their home?
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said this." Uriel calmed down his depressed mood. The culprit is dead, he has fulfilled his promise. And it's really not appropriate to be sentimental in front of Painter and York.
The dwarf suddenly said: "Although we are not human beings, Four Leaf City is always nostalgic."
"I think so too." York agreed, so he changed the subject: "Would you like to tell me about the process of your heroic deeds? I'm really curious about why he persisted for so long."
It would not be a good idea for the messenger to hear this. "The Necromancer is a nameless person. He attached his soul to the Scroll of Oath." Uriel replied, "Oh, the Scroll of Oath is..."
"We all know it."
That's great. The apprentice just didn't want to repeat it again, so he continued: "The mystery of Lord Messenger is of course invincible, but Newell keeps burning the souls of the dead in exchange for magic power... He uses this evil method to survive, so we will Nowhere to start.”
"Souls of the dead?"
"That's why we slaughtered the city." Uriel couldn't help but look back again. The last traces of the Necromancer's existence were gone, but he didn't feel relieved. "Holy Spirit, Black Cross, Rebirth, look, he almost succeeded. Everything we do now is not to restore anything, but to avenge all the losses."
"The devil gives the head, the light is watching us, he will not let it go."
The apprentice looked into the eyes of the orange-faced man: "Newell, that necromancer, he is a survivor of the Weenie Watts Massacre."
York gasped.
"Do you pity him?"
"A little bit." The mercenary squad leader readily admitted. "But this is not the reason for his wanton behavior."
"Yes, but this is an inducement." Ever since he learned about the demon hunting movement, Uriel had doubts about the impartiality of the Glorious Parliament. "Newell is as much about becoming unknown as he is about revenge."
"Lucia is the god of light, and all his believers believe in justice and fairness." The light element life obviously heard the implication of his words, and defended a few words at the moment: "The Glorious Parliament was for the stability of Binya Aio. At that time, Cardinal Alini betrayed his faith and was tempted by the devil to fall. If the Glorious Council chooses to let him go, he will undoubtedly cause greater disasters."
"Is this the origin of the demon hunting movement?" The apprentice was startled.
"The Templars' battle with demons goes back a long way."
Painter complained dissatisfiedly. "It's a nameless person again, can't they just be a little more peaceful?"
A deep voice interrupted him:
"I hope you can calm down a little bit."
Uriel raised his head, and the night wind poured in from the broken wall. He saw that in the dark night, Katie had jumped onto his shoulder at some point, her thin tail swinging feebly.
Unconsciously they passed through the outer corridor and came to the hall. After the magic is lifted, the frost and snowflakes are like fragile foam. Outside the pit is a fragmented narrow platform. Joey is standing on a pillar, with the unconscious Druid Eze at his feet.
The dwarf coughed and quickly shut his mouth.
It's just that Uriel didn't notice this weird atmosphere at all, and all his attention was focused on Eze. The druid was not encased in ice, and he had no idea what was going on.
"Mr. Eds...is he okay?" the apprentice asked cautiously.
"Still alive."
The young man's tone was full of regret, York and Painter turned away, and the air suddenly became stagnant.
Uriel swallowed, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his throat. A mysterious creepy feeling penetrated his skin along the pores and seeped into his flesh, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.
Joey saw his fear: "He'll live, but not as a member of the mystical realm."
"Why...how could this happen?"
"The trauma of fire is irreparable. It is not only the condensation of souls, but also the bridge to communicate magic."
This next worst-case scenario added to Uriel's inner pain. He watched helplessly as the bar owner suddenly gasped violently in the ashes. A layer of blue light fell from Joey's palm. The magic power smoothed the invisible flames, and the coldness froze his mind.
Eze woke up, his teeth chattering from the cold.
"Messenger...sir..."
"Druids are in the past, Ezz. I'll take you back to Croita." Joey turned the ring. "When this is over, Deimos will activate the Star Gap."
Of course Eze knew that Demosis was the leader of the Sky Tower, and no one except Uriel knew this. The light elemental being told the apprentice in a low voice which big figure in the mysterious field Demosis was——
The founder of the Tower of the Sky, the pinnacle of astrologers, the mystic beyond the sky, the "Light of the Night" Demosis. There are rumors that he foresaw the occurrence of the Catastrophe of the Undead, which was the key to Knox's victory over Garvash in the Battle of Exile.
"What is the Star Gap?" The apprentice couldn't help but ask.
"Large matrix array magic can transport you to the other side of the world in an instant."
Uriel's eyes widened.
Joey glanced at him and said, "Your old friend will be waiting for you in the City of Floating Clouds."
"Leave tomorrow morning."
After he finished speaking, he jumped down from the pillar, meaning that if you have anything to say, say it now. Eds Haynes, who has lost his magic power, will probably not come back to Yotsuba City again.
Similarly, I'm afraid Chloe will no longer pay attention to the Eastman Kingdom after the incident is over.
Eze also fell silent.
It's time to say goodbye.
York looked at the dazed apprentice and the angry dwarf, and was the first to step forward.
He hesitated for a long time, then knocked on his helmet and said, "It seems I have no chance to pay your debt."
"When you gave me credit, I never expected you to pay it back." The bar owner replied angrily, "How else do you think the weekly dinner would come about?"
The young mercenary leader coughed awkwardly.
"It's too bad, I can't drink Max Mead, you owe me this." At this time, the dwarf Painter answered seriously, his big nose was red and swollen: "Maybe I should write an IOU. Let you remember something."
"I can't forget you, the goblin who drank me till I lost my money."
Eze replied, "Max is not a high-end product, how can you drink so much?"
"I'm not a goblin!"
"It's whatever you love, it doesn't seem to make any difference anyway."
"...I really regret not drinking all of Knox's stock before you left." The dwarf muttered angrily, pushing the apprentice forward. "Come here, boy. Let him think back to a time when he lost money."
Uriel was caught off guard and at a loss what to say. But Eze stared at him: "I still don't see what's special about you."
I don't know either. Who cares? Uriel looked at the remaining thin ice on his body and choked with sadness.
"Don't look like this." The bar owner stretched out his hand, and the apprentice knelt down and let him pat his shoulder. "I won't let you compensate the tavern."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Eds, I'm sorry."
"You saved my life," Eads said. He thought for a moment and added: "Twice."
Uriel shook his head desperately. He had never been so ashamed before, almost crying in shame: "Cecilia..." In the end, he only spit out this name.
"I already knew that," replied Eds Haynes. He had expected it, and his expression was calm at this time, just because the sadness had passed for a long time. Uriel thought he had hidden it until now, but in fact, Eze had a premonition when he appeared alone in Frostleaf Castle.
But he didn't say it out loud, so why make the apprentice suffer again?
"...I should leave with her, I let her go alone." Uriel felt the tears wipe the scars on his face, and there was a burning pain. "I'm sorry, Mr. Eds."
"I don't know what happened, but I guess you must have tried your best." The bar owner slowly slowed down his tone. "You are suitable to be an adventurer. No, Uriel, you will be a knight. I believe you will. , Knights of Proverbs.”
"It's useless. I...I'm just seeking revenge. I can't save her."
He knelt on the ground and burst into tears. "I promised her, Mr. Eads, I told Cecilia I would protect her. But she stayed there, in front of Knox's door...alone..."
Grief is like the breeze passing through the fields, penetrating every spiritual gap among the grass stems.
"You can pray for her, Uriel."
Eze whispered: "Let us pray for her, and for the people who died in this city. Their souls will rest in peace."
"I'm afraid not." The apprentice replied, wiping his face, "I will only pray to Gaia."
"It doesn't matter. I know what the mystic of the forest goddess wants to hear."
The bar owner said: "Cecilia believes in Heather. There are many believers of the Forest Goddess in Four Leaf City. I am no stranger to this."
Uriel suddenly thought of the dead great alchemist Chester, who was also a follower of Heather. Mr. Eads had been to that cabin. How did he feel when he stood in front of his friend's body? When reciting the eulogy with grief, you may have trouble breathing every time you say a word.
“May your soul return to the forest——”
Eds Haynes was already reading, and York and Painter were joining in. The apprentice even heard Joey's voice, although it was extremely subtle. Solemn and low prayers surrounded the ruins, and the sound of wind and cloud shadows decorated the quiet castle auditorium.
The solemn echo shook his mind, and the pain became as light as a dream. So he lowered his head and whispered:
"The mountains watch over your glory,"
"The endless stars guide you on your journey."
