"But if we fail, we have no choice." Uriel warned him, "The Wheel Gang are not fools, they will destroy the evidence and even escape from Winnie Watts. Where are we going to find another truth to solve the problem?" Where's the misunderstanding?"
"How did we miss?" York withdrew his hand. He looked around and pulled out the sword from his waist. Flames rose on the steel blade. "We are the Mysteries, and we can handle a bunch of villains with ease."
That's true, but I shouldn't be included in it. Uriel knew that his fighting skills were still at the fighting level. If it weren't for the bonus of magic power, he would probably not be able to defeat a beggar on the street. At least the opponent looked tall and strong.
And he vowed never to take the initiative to use his ability until he could control it.
"Brother, you have to help me." The young mercenary sheathed his sword, and there was a crisp sound as the metal clashed. He made a mistake and lost the team, Uriel couldn't help but think. His confidence was bruised and his mood was low, and this was his chance to get back on his feet.
The apprentice saw the nervous rolling eyes in the orange-faced man's eyes and understood that it was extremely important for him to capture the Wheel Gang.
Compared with the pain of remembering the deceased, the melancholy wave of the Book of Oaths actually became lighter. Uriel could not refuse such a sincere prayer. He felt that he had no bottom line. Before, he was pouring out his impatience and pain in front of Joey, but now he swallowed the words he spat out. By the name of Gaia, how can a person like me deserve recognition from the Book of Oaths? The black short-billed crow is more trustworthy than me. "Just this once."
York patted him on the shoulder. "Ez is right, the career of adventurer is suitable for you. After this is over, you can be my companion. I always feel that the messenger has another purpose. As for the mentor, that is not necessary at all. Adventurers can explore by themselves. There is no need for others to comment on the road.”
"The White Envoy is not what you think." Uriel could only explain.
"But he doesn't have an appetite for adventurers either."
"Maybe, maybe it's the mystery."
The orange-faced man kicked the license plate with his toes, scaring away the black crows that were staring at them. "Chloe's messenger." He muttered, "Mysterious creatures all know that the Council of Light implements light justice, while the Oath Keepers Alliance is a pile of debris; the mystics of the Silent School are harder to find than the goblins in the forest; the Sky of Heaven Tacroi, their envoys always give people a bad look. Since the White Envoy treats you differently, you'd better be careful."
Do you really know Joey? Uriel disagreed. He thought of the anger displayed by the messenger in Frostleaf Castle, the calm tone when he sounded the alarm for himself, and the serious attitude when playing the role of mentor. If anyone gave him the interest, belief, and path to pursue mysteries, it was Joey. No adventurer can compare with him.
"We'd better act quickly," Uriel said at last. "I don't want to stir up trouble."
They searched along the streets, poking their heads into every hidden alley. The apprentice wanted to find a local to raise questions several times, but as long as the other person was clear-headed, he would rarely talk to him on the street about the great achievements of the gang. They encountered many patrolmen and cavalry, as well as minor nobles and civilians everywhere. However, what was even more uncomfortable was that the two had to avoid meeting the Knox mercenaries.
Uriel watched as the dwarf who left alone in the early morning appeared in a group of adventurers, each with weapons. Although Painter's expression did not show happiness, he was much more relaxed than when he was with them. The adventurers walked towards the bar where the three apprentices had been, and Uriel was not surprised. Drinking places are always well informed.
"It's very exclusive here," York said with dismay when they met again in front of the warehouse. "I can't find out anything unless I go to the Sheriff's Department."
Uriel gave a wide berth to the place where the lord's men kept law and order in the city and where the prison was located. "The patrol officers have no obligation to help us."
"If the battle between the mercenary group and the paladins can be ended, they would be happy for it."
"But if we don't want to spend the night in the dungeon, we have to come up with evidence. And these things obviously belong to the Wheel Gang."
"Those rats," he cursed, "despicable and cowardly scavengers. If I were the patrol captain, I would definitely hang them all on the gallows. The threat of losing their heads might make these bastards calm down, and even more so. We won’t cause such trouble. Lucia, where did they go?”
Anyone can feel his impatience, and pedestrians give way. This was different from Yotsuba City. Uriel was keenly aware that in the original city, people were not very willing to approach people who looked different, but that was because of fear of trouble and class inferiority. But Winnie Watts was different. The apprentice could almost smell fear from a girl he passed by.
Every Venetian looked nervous. Uriel rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and the scroll of oath on his chest calmed him down a little.
"It's useless to be impatient." He comforted his companions. "There are countless clues. As long as gangsters hang around in the city, they will definitely leave traces. Maybe with better luck, those villains will run into our hands."
York said nothing.
Uriel was a little suspicious. He was worried that their actions would have bad consequences. The gangsters were nowhere to be seen, which was a good thing for York, but not a good thing for the current situation. Could it be that the Wheel Gang got a tip from Jia Ais and fled regardless of the money obtained in exchange for the goods?
Unless Berti showed mercy, they would never be able to find Quillen until they died, and they would have to go back to the mercenary group in despair to accept the blame. York was fine. As an outsider, the apprentice just felt awkward inside and out.
Or there's no need to find the Wheel Gang. The mastermind of the matter will not be a thief, and Jais Lancost will never talk nonsense with a guy who talks like farts. Thinking about it this way, the main culprit is only Quillen, the leader of the Wheel Gang, and at most his deputy Tiedeng...
Iron pedal. Uriel slapped his forehead. He really felt that there was a fire burning reason. There are clues right in front of them, but no one takes them to heart.
"You seem to have a solution." The young mercenary knew what he was doing.
If the tramp hadn't said that Tiedeng hated his mother, I wouldn't have remembered it. Uriel led York through the neighborhood and straight to the market.
"It's Tess. That woman must be secretly connected with her son. Otherwise, can her spice be conjured out of thin air?"
"Makes sense. Their conflict is less acute than it seems."
While looking for goods, York crossed most of the market and was stopped by Uriel in front of the female stall owner's hut. He was also curious about the original wandering warbler, and told his apprentice that he would only be allowed to have further contact with the opposite sex after fifty years. As an elemental creature, York does not need to reproduce through human means.
It was already noon, and the market was deserted. Fortunately, Tess's hut did not move. Uriel stepped forward and knocked on the wooden board. The pungent smell of rich floral water and essential oils still remained on it.
A female voice, half frightened and half confused, came from inside the door: "Tie Deng?"
"No." Uriel didn't know how to answer. He realized that Tess probably wouldn't open the door to them easily, let alone reveal her son's location. What can I say to make her let her guard down?
"I heard that spices from the North are here."
York is still very familiar with this trick. "Take it out and read the sign. Don't fool us with moldy orange juice."
After saying this, the door opened. A woman wrapped in a blanket stood tremblingly at the door. York stepped forward and pushed her into the house.
When Uriel looked around nervously, making sure that no one was paying attention, and then relaxed and entered the narrow room, he saw York's sword resting on the shoulder of poor Ms. Tess. Well, who said you have to be humble and soft-spoken to ask for others? Due to the barrier of the scarf, Uriel didn't even know if the sword was really going to strike, whether it would be the head with disheveled hair or the wrinkled ear closest to the edge of the blade.
"They went to Bonfire Town!" the woman cried, without any hesitation. "I swear to the goddess of light, they left the city gate!"
