His abnormality did not attract Witek's attention, and the latter rolled to the ground, rolling around and wailing. Uriel calmed down, got up and tried to help the wounded man to the bed, but failed.
"Mr. Witek." The apprentice tried to wake him up from his nightmare, "Mr. Officer, Witk! Witk Shazo!" But it was in vain. Uriel had no choice but to say the words as if by chance: "Song of Fire..."
The wounded struggled even more frantically.
Damn it! Uriel couldn't hold him down now. Witek jumped like a fish leaping to the shore of a lake, and his thick body made a loud bang on the floor. The apprentice has no experience in subduing others. The only way he can think of now is to knock the opponent unconscious with the chair leg that Wittek broke off. This might ease his pain.
"Gaia is on top." Uriel picked up the stick and gradually approached while avoiding his flailing hands and feet. He didn't dare to take action when things came to a head. The apprentice knew that Bai Zhizhi's comment about his rough control of magic power was not a joke. "I'd rather agree to the trouble you force yourself into than do this." Be very careful. As long as one person exerts too much force, I can put him to sleep forever.
However, the wounded suddenly calmed down.
If this guy wasn't faking it, I'd put the stool legs back on. Uriel took a deep breath and whispered: "Get up when you wake up." He almost hit him with a stick. "Mr. Witek, as a fellow goddess, I am much more honest than you. You don't have to work so hard."
"Thank you for your help." The wounded man opened his eyes and replied seriously. He laid his heavy and tall body on the bed in the guest room, "What did you just see?"
"A Sheriff's Department patrolman rolling around on the ground," Uriel said angrily. He thought about that wonderful experience again, the flame of his soul burning slowly, as if he could reach it. In the midst of an unspeakable mystery, the darkness revealed something to him. The runes flickered in the fireworks, just as he witnessed Joey's magic. I can understand their meaning... Uriel realized that what he saw was the divine words of the goddess Gaia.
"You saw my magic. It's incredible, isn't it?"
"I don't see what's unbelievable about that, unless you think about ridiculous things all day long."
"Normal people can't feel the fluctuations of magic power."
Uriel doesn't need the Scroll of Oath, and he won't believe his lies anymore. "Normal people don't know how to use magic because they don't have fire."
"You really don't know what I mean?"
"..."
"Don't run away, it's the truth." Witek's voice was hoarse and low. "Extraordinary fire and inspiration for magic...the same is true for the person who stabbed me at the dinner party. You think these are far away from you, but in fact, they are beside you. Your fate has arrived, Uriel, please listen My advice.”
"That's enough, please stop talking." Uriel kicked the door shut, thinking he was talking nonsense.
"You trust me. You know I won't tell anyone." The Sheriff assured. "It's difficult to trust someone. No one knows what the other person is thinking. I call you brother, Uriel, because we can feel each other's kindness. We have a natural foundation of trust, and the goddess guides us in this vast world. Meet Blumnot."
Let the goddess take him away from me. Uriel dared to say that he had never seen such a crazy person. He thought of the golden dust in front of the bar counter, the numb girl in black dress, the wooden plaque burning in the fire, and the pale scratches on the frost armor. The curse sounded in his ears. As Whittaker said, they were never far away from me. "That's out of pity." He heard his own weak defense, while volcanic emotions were stirring in his heart.
"No matter how soft-hearted the rabbit is, he will not let himself into the tiger's mouth. You seem to be smarter than the rabbit. As the apprentice accepted by the White Envoy in Yotsuba City, you will not be so relaxed normally."
Adding fuel to the fire. "Perhaps you are mistaken." He said with the last trace of luck, "The Bai Zhishi, my mentor, he can also feel the magic power, but the mysterious magic power has not yet been formed."
"That's the restraint of mystery," Wittek said mercilessly.
Uriel was furious. "Go to hell!" he almost yelled. "Who wants to listen to your nonsense? I have a lot of work to do. Listen, sir! You want me to help you--" He slammed the stick on the floor. "That's no problem. That's right, I promised you. I'll help you hide it from the Public Security Bureau, and help you find the possible murderer. Are you satisfied now?!"
His outburst came without warning. The oppressive air circulated in the room, and the contagious emotional wave reached its extreme peak. Witek Shazo nodded silently.
"Don't think you have caught me." Uriel is no longer the obedient bar apprentice he was. "The White Envoy is my mentor. You should understand, sir, that in Bloomnott, in Croita, I will be more terrible than your enemy. Really. Trust me. Gaia's cultists do not follow Lucia's righteous ways. Mr. Whittaker, I say this."
The midday sun illuminates the cracked texture of the wooden chair, and dust particles drift up and down. The apprentice's face was shrouded in shadow. Witek looked at the wooden stick that was thrown aside in excitement. It seemed to be a shackle that was more unbreakable than souls and oaths.
But at the same time, it was also the bottom line for this young Gaianist. Guilt and pity appeared on the Sheriff's face together. "I'm so sorry to tell you this."
The tense atmosphere relaxed. Uriel sat down, maintaining his balance. His shoulders slumped along with his strength. "You don't understand." His voice seemed to be mourning. "A few minutes ago, I was considering choosing the path of an astrologer or a messenger. But now, sir, you tell me not to participate in the Trial of Fire... I step into After passing the ring level, tomorrow is just a formality for my mentor."
"It's a pity, but it's not safe to get close to the ritual itself. Magic can cover it up for a while, but don't forget that mystery is the key. The tower is one of the seven fulcrums, and their screening is stricter than the Security Bureau and patrol teams."
"You know I don't want to hear this."
"But that's all I know now."
Uriel nodded. "Okay, I will solve your problem today. Can Mr. Xia Zuo meet with me?"
"You guessed it." The wounded man had a strange look on his face.
"No, I saw your wound." The apprentice replied, "A pocket dagger can't penetrate that deep. I don't care what happened at the wedding banquet. It's your business that you want to hide, but I found that you didn't lie."
"That's it. Opposite facts cannot exist at the same time."
"Xia Zuo didn't lie." Uriel said, "He really thought he was stabbed by a criminal. Please allow me to distinguish this. His account is too confusing. Maybe it was you at that time, Mr. Witek, you gave It's so cruel to kill yourself."
"It's better than death." Sheriff Witke sighed, acquiescing to his guess. "I suppose you have something in common with Agatha Poirot, who would be happy to mentor a gifted child like yours. See you later, my brother."
"The goddess protects us from running into her." Uriel opened the door, and behind him, Sheriff Xia Zuo got up in a daze. Soon, his eyes became clear and firm, without any doubt. "Let's begin now," the apprentice announced.
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"We're not going to find one vampire trying to hide out of half a million people," Patrolman Hand said. "It's sorting grains of sand."
"I didn't ask you to knock on doors." Agatha corrected patiently, "We only select houses that meet the requirements to search." She had been begging Johnny for a long time to replace her with two subordinates who were quiet and not smart. But Sheriff McCann always misunderstood her request. "This is the house, knock on the door." She ordered in front of a dilapidated villa building.
The door opened, and the person who came had thin hair and dark brown teeth. He showed a flattering yet wary smile, "Sir." The voice was also unpleasant. "I'm a law-abiding citizen."
Agatha didn't believe his lies. "You look content, Mr. Bat." She noticed that his face was rosy and he looked as if he had just awakened from a well-fed sleep. "The Moon of Flame is about to pass, and those are the days when you will be arrogant."
The registered vampire looked unhappy. No one will be happy being treated like a mosquito. "I know why you are here, Mademoiselle Poirot. But I just returned to Brumnot this morning, and you must know it too. The dead have nothing to do with me."
"The dead man is your old friend, doesn't it matter?" The Detective Queen was already prepared. Before each operation, she conducted a thorough investigation of the target. Few doubts escape her eyes. "The ladder is not a horse-drawn carriage, and it takes less than a few hours to go back and forth between the empty island cities. Mr. Gardner, it is entirely possible that you were in Brumnot yesterday afternoon."
"Bowman is an old customer of mine. If you saw him doing credit cards, the custodian would not believe that he was my friend. There are people who pick on acquaintances to take advantage. This really gave me some insight," said Vampire Gardner. , "If you want evidence, you can ask the conductor at Yuangguang Port." He showed a confident attitude.
"I'll confirm it later." Agatha didn't talk nonsense to him. "Hand, come in and help our vampire friend tidy up the room." She slapped the search warrant on Gardner's chest. The latter had to give way.
The smell of incense was strong in the room, and Agatha did not enter in person. She backed away far and stopped at the mailbox. Another of her subordinates, Biller, came closer and said worriedly: "I think he must have disposed of the evidence. The magician can't find any problems."
The special adviser glanced at him. "Indeed, things are not that simple." She said slowly, "Chief Johnny wants to find evidence that Gardner committed the crime?"
"That's right." Biller nodded blankly.
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