"He's lying," York said. They were walking by the river, and the thick leather boots crunched on the granite with intricate totems carved on it.
"I heard from the leader that Sir Conley is not a mystic, but he has a magic bell. As long as he shakes the bell, he can command rats with gray spots on their bodies. He must have used rats to follow them, and he sat in the inn and waited. information."
Uriel asked: "Can people who have not lit the fire also use mysterious items?"
"Some mysterious items do not require magic power, but the quantity is very small. Others can use themselves, and the mystery is always unexplorable."
The apprentice couldn't help but think of Sauron, that guy was a typical example. But it shouldn't fall into the unknown range. Sauron Gessen is a rune life.
"But it should be true that Quillen left the town with the Wheel Gang." York added, "They entered the snowy mountains overnight and had nowhere else to go."
Uriel could not trust Sir Conry, but he knew that he had a way to distinguish the truth from lies - as long as the old knight swore to the scroll of oath, he would definitely tell the truth.
But the apprentice didn't do that. Until the side effects are addressed, he probably won't be very used to relying on parchment rolls. Uriel felt that a short knife was enough to make Sir Conry feel intimidated. Sometimes people's sense of self-preservation is enough to have restraint capabilities beyond magic.
"Are we really going to enter the snow-capped mountains at this time?"
The mercenary held the horse, stopped for a moment, and turned to stare at him. "What else can we do."
The orange-faced man looked at him carefully, as if trying to find the thought of regret or withdrawal in the face. "Now that we've reached this point, can we just go back to Winnie Watts empty-handed?"
Uriel knew what he was worried about. Joey is not your mentor. If I had regretted it, I would not have come with you to Winnie Watts. "York, you know that's not what I meant."
"Do you think we also need food and water?" The young mercenary's mood suddenly improved. He looked around the bustling market, his eyes lingering on the snacks and fruit pies. In fact, the amount of sugar sprinkled on top is quite unappetizing.
Greenbrier City is undoubtedly an old town, but it looks much cleaner and more beautiful than Bonfire Town. Uriel felt strange when he saw people wearing the clothes of the Eastman Kingdom walking on the streets that were elegant, charming, but full of exotic customs. But he wasn't too surprised by the prosperity of this place. As the only trade route from the Four Leaf Territory to the Ice Territory, the Evergreen Vein looked like this in every town it passed through.
"I have never been to the north. I expected that the cities in the Western Region and the Northern Kingdoms would be even more beautiful than here." Uriel murmured.
"I haven't been there either," York replied. "The Knox Mercenary Group is active in the Four Leaf Territory and the Ice Territory, and rarely goes to Iron Claw City or even Eagle City, let alone the Northern Kingdoms. I heard that There are still knights there who are developing land to the north, and there are more and more nobles."
Adventurers have to travel through dangerous mountains and rivers, and it is obvious that the Knox Mercenary Group is more inclined to be hired. They have their own fixed territory and rarely go to the royal capital. Uriel remembered that Joey and his next destination was Iron Claw City, and the plan could not keep up with the change.
Did Quillen also leave because he was caught off guard? "He came back alone this morning to get supplies."
"The Wheel Gang is not an iron man, of course they have to eat and drink."
"But this job shouldn't be done by Quillen. If it's because he doesn't trust his subordinates, what about his deputy Tiedeng?"
The mercenary stopped talking. The apprentice didn't intend to get the answer from him. "Things are too weird. The Wheel Gang went into the snow-capped mountains at night. It can be said that they don't want anyone to know their whereabouts. That's how treasure exploration is. It's also the reason why they deliberately replenish food and water after leaving. But Quillen, he shouldn't be the one to come back."
If Sir Conley is not exaggerating, then the key lies with the Wheel Gang himself and not the treasure. When they rested in "Bad Brinz", they took turns going downstairs to eat because they couldn't spare the staff. What treasure hunting activities require a group of people to invest?
"Don't think about it, we have already wasted a lot of time." York noticed the dusk, "The Wheel Gang got the news and will run faster."
"I have to tell you, it's not realistic to catch up with them now. Snowy mountains are not like small towns. We will lose them."
"Adventurers don't chase lost people." York was unconvinced.
"They have a clear purpose, but we don't." Uriel didn't know if Quillen had a treasure map or anything like that. The gold cup proves the existence of the treasure, and it is still in the hands of the Holy Knights. No one knows the purpose of the Holy Knights. Is it for the treasure?
From this point of view, it would be inappropriate for Joey to go to the Paladin to trouble him. Otherwise, once the two teams meet, all problems will be solved.
Wait, if based on this logic, they shouldn't come to Winnie Watts——
Uriel decided not to want any of this. "I have an idea." He closed his eyes, not sure if Joey would be able to distinguish reality from reality when he was not around, but if he wanted to catch up with Quillen and make their efforts not in vain, this idea was worth a try.
…
He waved toward the river bank, but York didn't have time to catch him. A small boat made ripples with beautiful paint.
"Where are you going?" The boatman had no clothes on and was only wearing a coarse cloth. But it seems that there is a prank on Sauron, and neither Uriel nor York can see his facial features clearly. Fortunately, it's just the facial features and not the absence of a head.
"The upper reaches of the Black Moon River."
"There's no ferry there."
"Let's go to the original source of the river." He heard that he could answer calmly, "Even the Black Moon River always has a source, right?"
"You are making things difficult for me. The source of the Black Moon River is on the moon, and I have never heard of a vehicle that can fly into the sky."
There are vehicles that can fly into the sky, but you have never heard of them, such as a train that does not require tracks. "Just paddle up the river bank and we can get down whenever we want."
"Uriel!" York growled in his ear. In anxiety, the mercenary grabbed his wrist, and the apprentice gasped. "Do you have a fever?" he couldn't help but ask.
The mercenary's palms were extremely hot. Elemental life forms were different from humans. "My magic has lost its effectiveness."
"What?"
"I think you have a fever. Sir Conley told us not to get on the ship." York could hardly take his eyes off the captain's face, as if he could see something. "He looked at me and kept staring... Do you feel hot? That's because my magic is weakened. His gaze suppresses mystery."
Uriel could not find the captain's eyes, let alone sight. But York reminded him not to miss a word. Everyone knows that this river is not normal. As for whether it is dangerous, I know immediately. "Believe me, York, believe me. I'm sure. Come with me, we can take a shortcut."
He really considered me a friend. Uriel was sure of this, especially when York gritted his teeth and stepped onto the boat first. He had no doubts. I won't lie to you, let alone risk my friends.
The captain waved his oar and the water moved backward.
The roads on both sides of the strait began to fade away slowly, with oaks and cypresses, cornflowers and purple-leaf privet. Passing cruise ships and bustling ferries. The signboards of the market begin to appear repeatedly after a few houses, but pedestrians rarely see the same thing; a parade knight leading a horse, a vendor pushing a cart selling seafood, a flower girl carrying a basket, a clown breathing fire from his mouth, delivering waffles salesmen, smelly shoemakers, shirtless sailors and fur traders, as well as barbers and unloaders. They are always different and never stop.
"Where are we going?" York asked a third time.
"Morris Mountains," Uriel answered. At this time the boatman would turn around, glance at them, and then turn back again without saying a word.
Eventually they zoned out of the town.
The white and bright moon rises into the night sky, and the brilliance of the stars is also obscured. Uriel raised his head and found that he could not find the Morning Star.
After leaving Green Rose City, the Black Moon River was still meandering forward. Uriel has never been to the south of Bonfire Town, and he doesn't know what the Morris Mountains look like, but it obviously won't be an endless wilderness.
"Where are we?" the mercenary asked anxiously.
"We've arrived at our destination," Uriel replied. At this time they happened to turn a bend in the river, and the boat stopped.
The captain said nothing. Uriel handed him a gold coin, with the smooth back facing up.
York stood next to him, already a little numb. He watched the boat go away, and the water waves continued to wash away the soil on the river bank under his feet.
"Are we on the moon?"
It's not that easy... The Floating Cloud Train might be able to do it, but the boatmen on the Black Moon River don't have that ability. Uriel didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Where are we going and what are we doing?"
"Lucia only knows. Ever since I got on that boat with you, I seem to have few things that are clear to me."
"This is the Morris Mountains, the deep burial place of elven treasures." Uriel answered. He turned sideways and felt the deep and moist air blowing in his face. Two abandoned railway tracks spread from the cave to their feet. The apprentice looked back again, and the Black Moon River and the wilderness disappeared, only the starry sky above his head remained.
"Oh my god, Goddess, how did we get in?" Lucia's Sita exclaimed. He realized that the two people were standing at the bottom of a deep cave, with fine snow vines covering the ground, cold wind and dust pouring down from the opening above the head, and the broken moon and stars reflecting each other.
"How long has it been since we boarded the ship?" The apprentice asked suddenly without answering.
"About half an hour."
This is not good, I thought two hours must have passed anyway. Uriel took a deep breath and clenched his fists nervously.
"What's wrong with you?" York was still immersed in the magic of the Mystic River when he saw his companion showing discomfort.
"Do you know how to exhaust your own magic power other than using magic?"
This weird question made the orange-faced man startled. "Uh, let them run off naturally?"
Uriel sighed out the breath he had taken in.
…
The sky was bright. The apprentice looked at the gorgeous dusk on the red tiles, turned to York and said: "Believe me, York, believe me. I am sure. So come with me, we can take a shortcut."
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