"Sir Hardy shouted to the guard, and the killer turned and ran away, climbing over the window. I rushed to help the priest up, and suddenly - please allow me to recall, it happened too quickly and suddenly - a A pocket dagger half the length of a hand stabbed me, and the pain was like a bee sting. I couldn’t even tell where it came from... Maybe I was too nervous. I turned my head and saw a familiar, hateful picture. Face, that's the guy I've been chasing these days. He's in debt, and his face is full of the madness of a gambler."
Officer Witek paused, "Just like that, I fell down. The pain suddenly became severe. I longed to see the guards, but the noise became smaller and smaller. The world seemed to be sleeping... until I got up and pushed Drive that bastard and throw all the mysterious items you have at him. Then escape through the window too."
It’s hard to imagine that such a serious injury only hurts like a bee sting. "It sounds like there's no continuation of the story," he said slowly, thinking of the short knife found on the Sheriff's body. It seems that being physically strong does have advantages.
"No more. So can we go find the murderer?"
"You talked about escaping through the window." Uriel repeated, ignoring his question. "You're so lucky."
"That's why you can't find any mysterious items on me." Witek sighed. "He must not have expected that I was drunk, so I could escape. But he knew that I was still alive, so I’ll be so flustered that I can’t sleep.”
For a long time, Uriel did not think of refuting his vocabulary. It may be true that those who need sleep most do not sleep. The dead sleep forever, and indeed all problems are solved. "Are you sure no one noticed you came back here?" What he actually wanted to say was why you came back.
The Sheriff obviously knew what he meant. "I can't get medicine," he admitted, "and I can't go to the hospital to treat the wound. Magic can speed up my recovery, but the infection is still fatal."
Uriel had a different opinion. He never worried about wound infection, which was all thanks to Joey. Now he can also borrow the user's magic, but he didn't use it on Witek. This is a given, revealing one's abilities to strangers is mostly harmful and useless. What surprised him was that he had actually had such an idea. Joey had told him to keep his mysterious profession a strict secret.
To be precise, it is not the career but the fire that needs to be kept secret. Joey told him that there was no need to bring matters related to Pyro and Sauvero to the Secretariat, but that he could do whatever he wanted regarding his career. There are many people who are aware of the existence of the Scroll of Oath, from the Four Leaf City to Weenievalz. But not much is known in the tower. Uriel would not mention this in front of his friends, and he had no one to talk to except his friends. This is really sad.
As for the Scroll of Oath, its existence is equivalent to the gold and silver treasures in the mysterious realm. Obviously, normal people will not flaunt it on the market.
Especially against Witek. Apprentices are more careful in preparing their words. And Officer Whittaker was still talking.
"And I found that there are very few patrol teams here. The Third Ring City is very close to the port. Logically speaking, the density of patrol guards should be about the same. I guess the spies in the Public Security Bureau must have deliberately transferred the guards here just to To facilitate his accomplices. Then the criminal must be around here."
"Why would he make things easier for his accomplices? You are the one wanted by the Public Security Bureau now." Uriel couldn't bear it anymore and pointed out the obvious mistakes in his guess.
On Witek's fierce face, a pair of eyes showed a blank and innocent look.
This guy's brain hasn't returned to normal yet... Gaia on top, I can't believe any of his words now. Some people are obviously making things up, but they firmly believe it. Uriel was not sure that the Scroll of Oath could make such a detailed judgment.
"Maybe I guessed wrong."
"Of course you guessed wrong." Uriel was willing to let him realize the reality. "Listen to me, sir, recover from your injuries here, and then go back to the Security Bureau to find your companions. If what happened that night goes as you said , its suspicion will not be hidden from the eyes of the patrolmen. The medicine in the wine will be detected, and Sir Hardy, who witnessed the assassination, will clear your name. I think this wanted order is just to confuse the real criminal and speed up the investigation. Find your process.”
Wittek's expression could hardly be called recognition. The big man sat motionless on the bed, as if stunned by his persuasion. "I can't go back," he declared stubbornly, "Why are you so crazy?"
I want to ask you this too. Uriel could not accurately judge his mental state, but it must be worse than imagined. "It's the most sensible thing to do, Mr. Wittek. I've only recently learned to act rationally, and you certainly understand its importance better than I do."
"Your rationality is to let me go back to the Sheriff's Department? They will send me to the mission hospital!" Wittek stared at him with a pale face.
The apprentice didn't think it was inappropriate. "It'll make you feel better faster."
"Do you really want me to say it?"
"What riddles are you making?" the apprentice asked.
Witek's eyebrows gradually wrinkled. "I understand," he murmured, "you don't understand at all."
Does this lunatic really know what he is talking about?
Uriel felt tired. "That's enough, I'll get you some dinner." He can stay as long as he wants, even if he is really a criminal and crazy, he will get extraordinary treatment. Blumnot's strange humanism.
However, this result came too quickly. There was a knock on the door downstairs, and the sound was clearly audible. The room became quiet for a moment. Wittek deadpanned.
"Stay still," Uriel warned.
He went to greet the second strange guest in the red-roofed cabin. The visitor's appearance was familiar to Uriel, and she stared at the apprentice with her gray eyes.
"I didn't expect you to come to my door." He said in surprise, "What's the matter, Mademoiselle Poirot?"
In the end, the other party was even more surprised than him, and couldn't even maintain a calm expression for a while. "Uriel? Do you live here?"
"I moved here not long ago."
"I thought you would be staying at Croita."
Her words may sound rude, but they don't come across as intentionally offensive. Uriel replied: "Only the great astrologers and members of the astronomy room can have rest rooms in the tower. I am very accustomed to the environment here." It is said that Joey is not willing to stay in the tower for too long. He has his own room in the suburbs. address.
"I live near you, and I just have time to visit my new neighbor today. You know, I've been very busy recently." Agatha's tone was very friendly.
But Uriel had to decline. "I'm going out soon, Miss Poirot. I need to go to the library to study magic texts."
"That's really unlucky." The Detective Queen didn't insist. "The fire trial in the tower is coming soon. I think you won't have time next time. Blumnot is not very safe at night recently. I hope you can go home soon."
She said goodbye quickly. Uriel was relieved and hurried back to see the condition of the wounded. His injuries healed quickly, while his mental illness was just the opposite.
"There's something I must tell you clearly." Witke said immediately when they met. He was holding a broken stool leg, and the flash of magic flowed in it.
This posture startled the apprentice. He grabbed the door handle warily so that he could close the door at any time. "What's up?"
"What did you see?" Wittek asked.
"You are using some magic." Uriel was confused. Did he want to show that he was a professional mystic?
"So what?" Wittek withdrew his magic and secretly attached it to the inside of the stick. His operations are much more careful than those of an apprentice. Uriel answered truthfully that he did not understand what he meant.
The wounded man nodded and suddenly the conversation changed. "I heard that you are going to hold a fire trial recently. Do you know what a fire trial is?"
"The ceremony of lighting the fire for the apprentice." It is also the ceremony of selecting new apprentices. Could it be that this guy is starting to think about the tower trial again?
"That's right. This is an indispensable step to step into the ring. Did you use any ritual when lighting the fire?"
"My mentor helped." Uriel felt uneasy for no reason. His heart began to beat faster. Joey had told him not to tell anyone about the potion Sovero.
He noticed that Wittek's expression didn't change, as if the answer didn't bother him. Uriel was even more surprised. He couldn't tell why. Originally, he only worried about less than five kinds of things, but now that's not necessarily the case. He heard the Sheriff mutter vaguely. "That's what happens next." I don't know what happened after that. Uriel wanted to plug his ears, but he restrained himself from doing so.
Witek continued: "You must not know that I did not graduate from Croita. It was an accident that I lit the fire, and fate gave me the list of materials for the ceremony... In short, after becoming a mystic, I got an ordinary His mysterious profession, he became a patrolman of the Public Security Bureau.”
Actually, I'm pretty much the same. Uriel thought to himself.
"My basic knowledge of occult science was taught by my father, and I can't compare with you." The crazy man said, "If you have a chance, go check out the information in the library. It's an ocean of knowledge. Many of your questions will be answered. The last thing, Uriel, is the important thing I want to tell you. Remember: never participate in the Trial of Fire."
He put down the stool legs and sat down on the bed with a cold sweat on his face. Uriel hurried forward to check his injuries. But it did not crack as expected, and even improved to a certain extent under the influence of the drug. Gaia bless.
Suddenly, Uriel realized that Witek's pain was not physical. This thought triggered a magical response, and he had an extraordinary experience, as if he could see a person's soul through flesh and bones. This doesn't feel like a hallucination. The apprentice looked at the haggard face of the wounded man and read the flashing symbols like a curse.
'Song of Fire, Chords of Winter'
'The cage that we think we have is impenetrable'
A strange mystery took root in the Sheriff's fire. Maybe he's not really crazy. Boundless fear filled his body. Uriel took two steps back and leaned against the door to catch his breath.
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