"An excuse. Croita and the Glorious Council were allies." Arabella replied, "We will not take the initiative to provoke a fight. The White Envoy may be angry at the actions of the Necromancer, or even angry at the Council. But he can’t go around crazy without a good excuse – Bai represents Croita anyway.”
Priestess's tone when describing the messenger was full of forced and composed contempt. The holy light seemed to disappear from her body for a moment. Would she know she was afraid of him? Delphien was surprised that he could smell the smell of fear.
But this was not her only feeling. The Holy Knight Captain and Bishop Edgar also noticed it. The former turned his gaze to the latter, and the bishop spoke:
"Under Lucia's light, we do not need to endure any unreasonable infringement. As a mystic in the sky, Bai represents the Tower of the Sky. But each of us receives the favor of the God of Light, and each of us represents own beliefs.”
"Fire burns the heart, justice lasts forever." Arabella lowered her head.
"We are bathed in the light, and everything is given." The believers of the Glorious Council said together.
Dandelphin looked on with cold eyes. Of course she was curious about how these mysterious creatures maintained their faith even though they knew the gods were gone, but after Gavin left, she had always been cautious about exploring unanswered questions.
"You have to see the joke, my lady." Arabella stood up and saluted meticulously. "We can continue the conversation."
"You have just answered me, Priest Arabella. Please don't care about my questions next. I shouldn't have participated in your mission discussion, but blocking the Morris Mountains is not an easy task. I think there are always people who don't care about the count. The command."
"That part is our responsibility," Lemons assured.
Is this a matter of responsibility? Delphine thought to himself, I don't care about any conflict between the Radiant Council and Croita, but it's best not to be in the Ice Territory. I only care about myself and the damn Lancasters. She knew that now she only had her own territory to fall back on.
I have to work hard to play the Ice Count. Dandelphin glanced at the sunset outside the window and warned himself not to trust anyone. The attitude of the bishop and the priestess towards me was no different from the sweet words of Salicles.
"This is what Bonfire has become," she pointed out. If you can keep your promise, drive away this lovely sunshine. Let's see who dares to do this.
"The Elf Gold Cup was taken away by the White Envoy. The abnormality in the town should be related to the Gold Cup."
"To be honest, I don't think there's anything wrong with this."
However, the knight commander turned a blind eye to her tactful persuasion. "Very few good things happen, and mysterious places are mostly full of dangers—even if their dangers are not revealed for the time being."
"What's in the mountains?"
The knight was silent.
Bishop Edgar motioned to Priestess to sit down, and he once again rubbed the starry peridot on the ivory brooch with his index finger. Delphine suddenly became alert.
But he was just thinking about it and quickly chose to let go. "Please forgive me, miss, we have to hide the truth from others because spreading the news will only cause riots and fights. This land should not be spilled with blood again."
"As the Lord of the Ice Land, I have the right to know everything that happens under my feet. This is a right recognized by the Queen and Croita, and the White Envoy is in Winnivas. He may be here to fulfill the past As agreed."
Delphien could feel Bishop Edgar considering the words, but neither the paladin captain nor the white-robed priestess had any objection. Do the cardinals' decisions fully represent them?
Eventually, as new questions arise, she gets answers to the past.
"Large areas of the Morris Mountains collapsed during the Flower Moon. This matter will not be forgotten by the Kingdom soon," the bishop said.
"The cause was the construction of the Angmar Tunnel. The Geological Bureau's negligence led to the collapse of the cave. Is this related to the mystery?"
"It's not certain yet. It's probably just the underground space that was dug up during construction—"
"Underground empty area?"
"A wonderful geological phenomenon, that's what it sounds like." It was Arabella who answered. "But it's not supposed to be under the Morris Mountains. It's a mountain, a heavy mountain of rock and dirt and ice, not foam on the water. The Void is a joke. Do you know what it means?"
Could it be that geology and environment courses are now included in aristocratic tutoring? Delphine had to reply: "I don't understand."
…
"It means a mysterious place. The source of Bonfire's mysterious phenomena is in the Morris Mountains, under the Angmar Tunnels."
The orange-faced man was as sure as if he had seen the outcome of the matter.
"You have to know, York, sometimes I don't think anything in the world that people can't explain should be left to mystery." The stones under Uriel's feet creaked, and he crossed a crossbar. "The Angmar Tunnel project started sixty years ago, it should be around this time... Anyway, the time span is so long, the Geological Bureau must know the conditions of the mountains better than us. You don't think you are better than the professionals, do you?"
"Don't rush to answer." Just when the light element was about to refute, Uriel said first: "There is no reason why the kingdom can't discover the mysterious place. Even Quillen and his Wheel Gang can find the treasure. How can anyone be so careless? A treasure trove? Let’s not mention the adventurers of the kingdom for now, but what are the names of the mysterious creatures belonging to the royal family——”
"The Court Magician."
"It's them." In fact, this was the first time Uriel heard this title. "You have to admit that adventurers are inferior to them in some aspects. Such as talking nonsense and shirking responsibilities. Of course, the most important thing is the ability to observe the terrain."
"Who wants to compare with those lackeys?" York muttered. "Whatever they want."
"I think there must be some reason that caused changes within the Morris Mountains. The problem lies in Greenbrier City and Black Moon River. Their ruins may have formed a mysterious place, but they are not necessarily inside the Angmar Tunnel. "
"I think you just don't want to leave." York glanced at him.
Of course not, how could it be? Uriel may be comforting himself: "This is just a conjecture. If we don't expect too much, we will be mentally prepared for possible accidents..."
He knew that this was actually stalling for time, waiting for his magic power to recover in order to ensure the use of precognitive magic. But this cannot be said openly, and the apprentice is also very eager to explore the elf treasure.
The closer he got to the depths, the more anxious Uriel felt. While he was hesitating whether to use the last of his magic power to predict good or bad luck, he was also worried that it would not be cost-effective to consume insurance now.
"Relax, it's very closed here, don't let the environment affect you." York saw his uneasiness. "You humans often feel uncomfortable staying in some places for a long time. Long tunnels, invisible oceans, and never-ending sky. In fact, their fear is because of their own insignificance."
Who is not insignificant in front of the world? Uriel kicked away a stone. York's light is both steady and gentle.
But he had a hunch that in the darkness before him, in the bottomless tunnel and the world of sand and rocks, a strange and new destiny was waiting for them. It was a wonderful feeling, blurry and transparent, overlapping. Endless unknown ripples, and birds flying in the sky. Everything seems to be separated by water, only the eternal stars shine in the night.
Suddenly, the mercenary spoke, startling Uriel. "I remembered."
"?"
"The changes in Bonfire Town are related to the Elf Gold Cup, and the Gold Cup was only discovered by a hunter on the mountain a few days ago. Does this mean that the changes started recently?"
"You actually thought of it."
"I would be very grateful if you didn't add the word unexpectedly."
"We're here." Uriel pretended not to hear. They stopped before a wall of rocks and fallen logs. "Regardless of when it started, it's not going to be of much use. I think it's probably what we thought it would be. It's still a dead end."
He realized he was relieved.
The gray tunnel ended at a sloping rock slope. An intercepted masonry wall still showed traces of being washed away, and a standing wall was stuck at the top.
Standing at the foot of the slope, the two people could imagine how the torrent of sand and stones surged into this narrow passage, and how it slowly stopped and solidified, squeezing their bodies into the workers' mouths and trachea, surrounding and coercing them. eventually digesting their corpses.
With Gaia on top, Uriel was shocked to realize that his wish had come true.
York doesn't think so. He rushed forward with punches and kicks, his frustration causing him to forget his sword. The soft sound of falling hard earth and gravel could be heard constantly in the darkness, and the vibrations were like whispers, echoing in the longing shadows.
"You can't get in," said the apprentice.
The mercenary stared at him. "How is this possible?!" Disappointment seemed to infect the walls on both sides. "Lucia, come on, there should be a road here."
"Maybe we can only enter the treasure along the Black Moon River." Uriel couldn't help but analyze. After discovering that the hesitation was finalized, I felt disappointed. "Mysterious places cannot be guessed, and the way to enter each place is different."
However, York denied him: "You must not take the boat to the end. I feel that my own mystery is getting less and less. If I really row all the way to the source, I have no doubt that something terrible will happen."
The most likely one is that he was easily disarmed by the mysterious boatman due to the suppression of his mystery. He would slit our throats and throw the bodies into the Black Moon River using his strong arms honed from years of paddling. Along the river we will reach the Broken Moon, where there are treasures and gold buried everywhere. Uriel could imagine. If one day future generations find another way, our coffin will be part of his treasure.
Uriel sat on the railway track, he had not forgotten to wait for the magic power to be restored. "So my guess is correct. It was the same before and it is the same now. We have been walking for a long time, let's take a rest."
"What if the Wheel Gang finds the treasure first?"
"Don't worry, York. You also know that their leaders can only surrender in front of your sword. Don't overestimate the professionalism of those people. You must know that the knowledge of the Geological Bureau is better than yours, and the adventurers will never be better than the gangsters. Difference."
"But they might have a treasure map."
Uriel couldn't laugh or cry: "I guess they will find that their treasure map is no different from a child's doodles. The terrain of the Morris Mountains is not static, especially because there have been large-scale collapses before. What can an ancient treasure map have?" How useful is it?"
Adventurers should know better about these things, York is just too anxious. He sat unwillingly on the sleeper and cursed angrily: "I hope they get lost in the forest."
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