York was lying on the table with a plate of macarons in front of him. He raised his eyelids for a glance, then looked away. The number of pedestrians outside the tavern gradually increased, and the children playing beside the city wall threw stones at the edge, but few of them succeeded. The begging homeless man was hit on the head by the falling gravel, so he changed his weak and half-dead look, jumped up and ran after them speaking obscenities. The city was cold and cold, which didn't leave a good impression.
"Seriously, I want to get out of here." He tilted his head. Uriel sat across from him.
"You want to be a deserter?"
"The deserters have more courage than I do."
"But the courageous person you mentioned cannot defeat the undead, nor dare to cross the Valley of Sleep."
"I messed up. How am I going to see the leader?" The orange-faced man lowered his head in frustration.
"There are many bad things going on right now. Which one are you referring to?" the apprentice comforted him. "Mr. Painter is just worried about you. He has a bad temper, and at this time, he may not be able to understand your mood. Or He thinks you can bear it on your own, and that’s how adventurers do it.”
"I've been an adventurer for a long time," he said dreamily. "From being a single mercenary to joining Knox, I have never lost so many companions. I watched them fall and stand up again, and there is nothing more painful in the world than this."
Uriel felt the same for a moment. "I was staying in the Knox Bar and we were attacked by the undead with Cecilia. We ended up setting the counter on fire and the flames engulfed the moving corpses."
The raging fire will never be forgotten in my life. Uriel remembered that they returned to Yotsuba City and burned many corpse eaters. Among them was Cecilia, his Miss Carrot.
"You are already amazing. As an ordinary person, being able to defeat a mysterious creature is a heroic deed."
"This is actually the same truth, York. You are also facing the undead, the endless army of the undead. As a mysterious person, you are unable to save everyone, but you did your best to reduce casualties. It seems that we are in the same situation."
York couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. "But I, but I failed."
"Joy said you and Mr. Painter tore down the altar."
"Ah, in fact, we were almost killed by the shadow bishop... The messenger arrived in time and cut off his head in an instant." The orange-faced man's forced smile was not good-looking at all. "It would be inaccurate to say that we saved Yotsuye City. We may not even be able to resist against the fallen Death Apostles."
That's true. If it weren't for the precognitive magic, Mr. Eds would have died twice. When Uriel thought about the bar owner, he couldn't help but recall the mistletoe he saw in the basement and the pansy bush in the hall. They were originally called Chester and Shono Wiggins.
Mr. Eze has lost the ability to continue on the path of death, which is not a bad thing. He is not young anymore.
"Me too," Uriel said. “The hope for the future is more worth cherishing than the regrets about things left unsaid and unfinished. We have to work hard to move forward on the mysterious road that leads to the deeper, precisely because there are always regrets that drive us never to do it again.”
When I met Cecilia in my dream, her eyes were as soft as her braids. This is by no means just a side effect of the Scroll of Oath, my sadness is as real as the memories. Uriel put his hand into his pocket and held a gold coin. The queen's head engraved on the front was shining brightly.
"...I remember that your profession is the Knight of Proverbs. It suits you very well. Preaching makes me feel like I am facing the priest of the church." The orange-faced man was slightly excited, and he murmured: "I am the one who enlightens you in the wilderness. You are coming."
"This is not good. You are worse than an apprentice." Uriel lay back and leaned on the back of the chair. "You're not a newbie, why don't you act like a veteran."
"Because I'm still young." The light element climbed up from the table.
A child over three hundred years old... The dwarf said he was almost fifteen years old as a human, right? It was true to think so... Uriel saw Joey pushing open the store door and waved to him hurriedly. "Want some coffee?"
There was a rare look of disgust on the messenger's face, and he had no choice but to push a whole pot of coffee in front of York. The latter opened the lid and drank several gulps.
"As expected, the Knox mercenary group is still staying in Winnie Watts. Their people suffered no losses. Only their leader Calder was seriously injured." Sauron dutifully acted as the microphone. "Lemons is not serious"
York choked and beat his chest until he turned into an element and finally regained his breath.
"Who is Lemons?" Uriel probably understood how immovable it was to Kong Jing.
"The leader of the Holy Knights of the Glorious Council, a veteran Sky Realm mystic, and his profession is the Blazing Sun Knight"
This kind of information indicates a big shot at first glance... Again, the same question, why did the Paladin confiscate the merchant's goods?
"Captain...where are they?" The young mercenary was uneasy.
"No news. The current leader of the Knox Mercenary Group is a greasy guy named Kathy Cook.』
"The deputy captain just likes to dress up."
"He looks like an Easter egg"
"Don't describe him as a holiday gift from the goddess." The mercenary corrected, "What about the paladin?"
"I saw Lemons and his priests in the lord's manor, together with Wilfred Wright, the master of heraldry and appraisal. The point is the new Priestess - this guy has a lot of beauty, but he never cherishes it. It turned out that his old partner was Alexia, who was also a great beauty, and Bai had dealt with her before.』
"Wow." Zhi Huan's words were full of a special hint, making people involuntarily deviate from their thoughts. Uriel took a sip of coffee to calm down his shock. He couldn't imagine that Joey would have a too close relationship with a certain woman.
At this time, Sauron wrote viciously: "Bai almost froze her into eternal art."
The apprentice almost spit out his coffee.
I knew that the sexy news could never be related to the messenger. "Let's get down to business. Didn't the Knox Mercenary Group fight the Paladin again?"
"There were a few small-scale battles, but the number of adventurers was so large that we didn't suffer any loss."
The orange-faced man on the side breathed a sigh of relief: "Lucia bless you."
The opponent is the Glorious Council, and your goddess may not necessarily bless anyone now. The apprentice shook his head secretly. He had unconsciously classified himself as the opposite of this mysterious organization. First there was the demon hunting movement, and then there was the conflict with the Knox mercenary group. The Holy Knights were simply a disaster. It is really difficult for Uriel to have any good impression of these devout believers of the God of Light.
"That's not the point, you two idiots. Lemmons has not stooped enough to challenge the weak to a duel. Without his participation in the battle, the adventurers would not necessarily lose to the leaderless Paladins. What's more, this is Venevoise. The most unwelcome people are the Westerners. After the Broken Sword Revolution, they believed that the Westerners would bring disaster to the city. The second is the knights who don't wear fur armor and helmets - the Glorious Parliament. All occupied'
Sauron rarely said something useful and sarcastic. After the demon hunting campaign, the Venetian people did not even dare to approach Lucia's church. In the days when terror was rampant, it was no different from an execution ground, and people were already tired of watching the excitement of killing people.
If the Paladins were smarter, they would never set foot in the Ice Territory in this life. Uriel believed that if the adventurers could hold off against the Paladins, there must be help from the locals.
"Master Wilfred, why does he stay with the Holy Knight?" York wiped the Nochibuka from his face, "He has long refused to appraise antiques for anyone."
"Not for anyone," Joey said, "just for a good price."
"Ordinary people. What did the Paladin find?"
"A solid gold Alainvo style goblet"
