"I guess I wasn't running fast enough."
York put the little gray wolf on the ground and drew his sword. He watched the knights around him gradually approaching, and quickly took off his rune ring - Uriel handed Sauron to him before they separated - and threw it into Meimi's paws.
"But fortunately, this is a relay race."
Meimi looked at him blankly.
He didn't know what he was doing now or what he was going to do next. Anyway, everything is a blur. He seemed to have fallen into a cave, surrounded by stone walls, and countless rolling stones were falling in the bright light above his head.
"Go to my captain," York said. "Calder Lehler of the Knox Mercenary Group, he will help you. The leader is the most outstanding adventurer I have ever seen. No secret room can escape his eyes."
The little gray wolf shook his shoulders and shook his head desperately.
The orange-faced man scratched his soft scalp with his other free hand, "Do you know the 'Copper Wine Glass'? It's the bar next to the Gaia Church. I came to Binya from its attic six years ago. Io... Many mystics know that setting up a private shuttle station is a business that leads to the gallows, but the huge profits from smuggling will make people ignore whether they are hanging ropes or ties around their necks." He smiled slyly. "Maybe it's a one-way street, but I think Mr. Solon must have a way."
He pushed the little gray wolf's shoulder. "The knights of Lucia will never break their promises, so you don't need to worry about our safety." The last words were spoken loudly by the mercenary.
"I don't believe them." Meimi grabbed him. "They brought death! They brought the White Plague! They are the White Plague!"
"How long have you been at Winniewthes?"
"Twenty years." The werewolf counts from birth.
"The White Disaster happened fifteen years ago. You haven't left Winnipeg for the past fifteen years, so don't talk to me about hatred and being unable to leave your homeland. The White Disaster didn't bother your companions competing for Broken Moon. Flattery." The orange-faced man said, "I see you are eager to escape from this hellish place... You should never have come in with us in the first place."
Meme Graypaw showed her little fangs: "I came here for the treasure!" It has nothing to do with you or anyone else. I'm just a greedy beast.
"I don't care what you do. If you don't want to die, just let your short legs run."
The knights were closing in, and York kicked him. The werewolf staggered and subconsciously fell to the ground on all fours. The adventurer shouted: "Sauron!" A large cloud of snowflakes flew out from the ring.
There was no time to hesitate anymore, the black hole above his head seemed to be closer to the ground. Meimi howled unwillingly, turned around and rushed into the dense drooping ivy. The werewolf image on the mural was distorted for a moment, and his gray back disappeared.
…
On top of the tall tower, the flat roof is covered with snow.
The most terrifying disaster in Venevoise is the extremely dark night. In the middle of the Frost Moon, the sky will be as dark as now, and the wind will be biting. When Edgar stepped onto the stone steps, he was still thinking that the climax of the demon hunting movement occurred during the Frost Moon - or that the entire movement ended at that time. People endured the severe cold and cheered, and he still remembered Lemmons saying sadly to himself that they didn't need us.
What the Ice Territory needs is light and heat, the sun and bright light symbolized by Lucia, but the people here would rather see them off! Even Bishop Edgar couldn't help but wonder whether His Excellency the Vicar was right in insisting on sweeping away the demons.
"The judicial organ is a symbol of justice." Cornelius declared in the candlelight. "Lucia will never allow the existence of any stain. Since we pursue God's will and pass the torch of light, we cannot indulge in the growth of self-darkness. The civilians deceived by the devil paid the price with their lives, and the light stained by the devil and betrayal needs the honor of its guardians to wash away."
"If the holy knights cannot break free from the shackles of the rules of the world, then they cannot carry out Lucia's will without distraction."
"If justice requires believers to hold a sharp knife in their hands, then we can only abandon mercy. This is not an option. When we surrender our hearts to things of light and purity when we are baptized, we must devote our lives to the oath." The bishop also relayed this to the knights. long. While he was undoubtedly convinced at the time, Lemmons responded with some misgivings.
But the bishop forgave him his wavering. Even the most devout priests of that period did not dare to say that there was no doubt in their minds. This is one of the deepest secrets of the Glorious Council, an indelible shadow on the sun: a cardinal announced his separation from the Council. It's almost unthinkable. After calming the situation, the agent admitted to the frightened believers that the cardinal had been bewitched by the devil.
The poor kid, who hasn't figured out the situation yet, is still an apprentice under his wing. Bishops are busy with their affairs and do not have much time to devote to praying for others. He sometimes regretted it. Lemmons went to Anili's missionary to study because the bishop was friendly with his colleagues. It was my fault. The bishop felt very guilty. I had hurt a pure heart. He should not have entered the quagmire of creed and morality so early. He is an upright and compassionate warrior. He deserves a better mentor.
"I never thought that one day the White Envoy would have his own apprentice." Bishop Edgar said, "You don't look like a teacher with a mission."
In the white snow, his "old friend" looked back, then turned back indifferently. Those eyes had an inhuman clarity, like two clusters of cold flames burning silently in their sockets.
The Bishop sighed. "Won't you explain the current situation?"
"Don't you know how to read it yourself?"
"Is it - the moon?"
The messenger nodded, "The Broken Moon is Berti. His projection in the Devouring Secret Realm."
"It is impossible for gods to appear on the earth." The bishop said, "This is a phenomenon accompanying the black moon tide."
"You can give your excuse to Ulysses. Maybe he will believe your lies and smash the divination crystal in his hand."
"Please don't make things difficult for us, Ambassador Bai. Your Excellency, the agent has already sacrificed the entire Eastman Kingdom for this." The bishop had a headache.
"It seems that you have anticipated certain things." These words moved the young man. Ripples of ice appeared under his feet, and more frost stains climbed onto the altar.
A bright halo of light lit up in the violent wind and snow.
"Please leave the secret realm to the Glorious Council, Bai. I swear to Lucia that Winnie Watts will not be destroyed for this. Danlfion Lancoster is also of the same status. The mysterious place has its own rules, And we'll fix it—just like you did with the Valley of Sleep."
"You are a little late." The messenger said, "I already have a plan."
His stubbornness remained as unchanged as his reticence. Although Bishop Edgar had already had a premonition, he still couldn't help but feel worried when things happened. It is not without reason that Lemmons only suffered setbacks from the White Envoy after becoming the leader of the Paladin. The messenger can be regarded as a mysterious creature on the level of a cardinal, and even the judicial organs must treat it with caution.
Fighting under Broken Moon's nose is undoubtedly a dangerous choice, but asking him to give in would be betraying Lucia's trust. "This matter has nothing to do with the tower." He emphasized, "If anyone can interfere in the actions of the parliament, where is the glory of the goddess?"
"The afterglow of the God of Light has long since disappeared from the Ice Territory." The messenger shot back.
"But the location of the Alanwo ruins is not the land of Chloe's vassal country. It is true that Kamaria is located underground in Morris, but Broken Moon is not among them."
"You want to drive us out?" Bai Zhizhi narrowed his eyes, which was almost his most dramatic expression. "I can tell you the truth, Daniel, I wasn't given any instructions."
Because of his surprise, the bishop was speechless for a moment.
"Aren't you responsible for Chloe?" He seemed to get to know the young man in front of him again, "Steal the gold cup, make a deal with me, seal the secret realm - are these all what you want to do? Lucia is here Come on, what are you here for?"
"Camaria came to me," he answered, "the fairy of the lake, with the golden cup."
"That Alain Woking Cup...?"
"...It's a trap." The messenger didn't feel embarrassed to admit that he had fallen into a trap. This is a trait that can disappoint an enemy, and Bishop is no stranger to it, and if Lemmons can be like him, I have nothing to worry about.
"Then I should thank you. The current paladin captain is still immature, and you helped him avoid danger." The bishop said, "Astrologers can see very far, and I think the same is true for messengers."
"You have nothing to laugh at here." He was a little annoyed.
Don't say that, I'm actually quite happy with it. The bishop pushed away such base thoughts. "Since our meeting was just a coincidence, why don't we just let it go and take a step back?"
"...No." It seemed that the messenger was planning to say something to find a reasonable excuse for his behavior, but in the end he gave up. "Croita will not be responsible for my personal actions." He added, "I will hand over the mysterious land to you in its entirety. The tower is not the Oath Keepers Alliance, so what do we need the secret land for?"
That's right, but what we want is not a mysterious place, the bishop thought. This stuff is everywhere in Binya Io, and all of South Eastman rejoices when Sleepy Hollow is gone.
"Then there is nothing further to discuss between us." The purpose of the parliament must not be revealed. He couldn't imagine what the organization of astrologers, whose mission was to observe the stars and make predictions, would do after learning the purpose of His Majesty the Advocate. The trial agency even suspected that the tower had already recorded this and was waiting to negotiate after they found something. "The coexistence of the sun and the moon may be the first time since the War of the Saints."
The messenger's sword gleamed.
"Lemons met your little apprentice at the foot of the tower." The bishop told him. "I don't think he will be seriously injured, but he may be running around and receive some deserved punishment. On the path of death, The pioneers will inevitably be closer to Knox’s truth than those who come after.”
"Everyone has their own battle." The cold wind around the young man became stronger. "The difference is only with sword or will." He waved the long sword in his hand to meet the rapid light arrow.
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