The ice armor is the magic that Joey left on Sauron, and the connection between the ring and its owner can span distances - Joey once communicated with him through Sauron across floors in the tower. At that time, in the bar in Yotsuba City, it was the ice armor released by the ring that protected him. Otherwise, Uriel would have been more likely to become a corpse eater than to become a mystery.
As a result, Sauron has never doubted his identity. Although it was not directly stated, he obviously believed that he was a survivor of Sovero. As another witness, Joey even reminded me to prepare a story for the interview with the Secretary of State. Uriel had to suspect that the envoy had already known his identity clearly.
His trial is over -
"How can you trust me so much?" Uriel blurted out. This question began to haunt him the night he met Witek Shazo, haunting his dreams like a shadow. "You are a demon hunter." He pointed out uncertainly.
Joey tilted his head and glanced past the markings on the shoulder armor. He raised his hand and pulled the iron-barbed edge. Uriel thought he was going to take it off, but the messenger did not do so.
"This is the star of hell." He spat out a short and powerful sentence.
Uriel didn't know much about the Demon Hunter's emblem. There are no demons in this world, and of course there will be no hunters. The first time he saw the emblem was on the streets of Venevoise, when it was the armed crusaders of the Church of Gaia who wore armbands. The Lord of the Ice Territory condescended to explain to him. If you ignore the series of bad adjectives, she made the matter very clear: the seven-pointed star means seven terrible demons. After arriving at the tower, Wittek let him know about the secret society of demons - the Starless Night and their top leaders, who were trying to subvert the seven demon lords in the mysterious realm. Now it seems that there is no need to say more about the connection between the seven-pointed star and them. He suddenly discovered that the seven-pointed star actually represented the devil himself.
Gaia is on top. Uriel held his breath. The goddess is on top. He subconsciously hid back, and the messenger turned his head and watched his movements. The apprentice felt as if his blood was curdling. There was an elusive light in those dark blue eyes. I'm mad. Uriel thought to himself. His heart beat so fast that there was no pause, and his lungs seemed to be filled with colloid. "I...I understand."
Bai Zhizhi looked away. "You don't understand," he said bluntly. "You are not the nameless one in the starless night, so don't take yourself too seriously. Before you turn into a demon, I promise to send you to see the goddess."
Uriel felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. "...Thank you." Of course he didn't want to die, but compared to the madness of Newell and Nicholls, and the Black Knight's behavior of causing the undead disaster, he would rather die.
"As long as I say that your fire comes from the magic potion, no one will think that it spontaneously ignites." The messenger instructed.
"The trial?"
"You don't have to worry about the Trial of Fire. Dean Rubin will not allow you to take his place. He is trying his best to find trouble, not to go against me, but to get the power of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. With such power, he So as not to be at a disadvantage against Alone Sainsbury's."
Uriel knew who Aironi was. "The relationship between the Affairs Department and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is not good?"
"You can tell by their names that they won't be friends."
This is indeed true... It seems that His Excellency "Dark Night Qiming" still treats the tower and the city of floating clouds differently. The former is the vital core, while the latter is just the headquarters that houses the core. The Affairs Department can dispatch the Logistics Department and the Education Department, but it cannot intervene in the Astronomy Laboratory and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Especially for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Commander of Kongjing does not care about internal affairs, and I am afraid that this "Storm Songer" is the most satisfied. No wonder he would give me convenience... Uriel suddenly realized that as an apprentice of the White Envoy, he could enjoy this kind of treatment.
"Okay." He compromised, "Before I leave this world, I will calculate how much gratitude I have saved."
"Then let's go. Leaving Brumnot is the decision of the Destiny Assembly." The messenger said, "We'd better leave immediately when we go back and bring supplies."
But this time he didn't say yes. "I have something to discuss with Miss Agatha Poirot." Uriel hoped that the envoy would not pay attention to his dishonesty. "The church's case involves potions."
The messenger narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to help the Public Security Bureau solve the case?"
"Four Leaf Castle..."
"...Unlike Blumnot." Joey told him, "The Public Security Bureau and the Department of Affairs can handle everything. The worst case scenario is that our Chief Executive will handle it personally. Of course, by then he will become The joke of the destiny rally.”
This is the headquarters of the astrologer, and even the lords of the Starless Night dare not show up openly. If any madman dared to imitate Newell, he would probably be caught by the astrologers who read the stars before he even had the idea. The results of the Church's surveillance and investigations are actually of little use to real Tower members.
"It seems to me that what you want is the whereabouts of these sinner's children."
More than just the whereabouts. Uriel thought to himself. I want to find the names of the owners of these wordless tablets, I want the culprits who separated mothers and children, and I want to purge the ranks of the goddess. I want the real sinners to repent at the feet of the goddess and spend the rest of their lives making up for their mistakes. "I know that some people will sell their children during the lean months, but as long as these mothers don't agree, no one can cut off the blood connection between mother and child." He said softly.
"You may not be helping them." The messenger didn't have an aloof attitude, he was just stating a fact. “Without the church, these women have nowhere to go.”
"The church may not be aware of this."
"Don't be stupid. There are such things in the world inside and outside. Do you still think this is a personal behavior?"
“Every church environment is different…”
Joey shook his head. "If the church is desperate to get rid of so many babies, that might be a good thing for their birth mothers - at least the conditions for removing the children will be relaxed. But now it is the church that has the power to dispose of these babies without having to deal with them at all. mother to discuss it. Do you know what this means?"
"Someone is willing to adopt these children."
"It means that demand exceeds supply." The messenger replied coldly. "In the past, charities could let 'buyers' choose good babies, but that is no longer the case. The church has found a big buyer, so there is no need to be humble."
The apprentice was uncomfortable with the idea of treating newborns as goods, but he knew that Joey was right, and the clergy did think so. The rich and powerful people regard the monastery as a paradise for shopping, and the serving clergy warmly welcome them. This group of people deserve to go to hell even more than Newell did.
"So I can't leave. I'm going to hang that bastard on a cross to publicize his crimes, and then chop off his head full of evil ideas. If people ask, I'll erect a tombstone for him, but a tombstone without words is still too much. To make it easier for him, I will personally engrave his evil deeds on a monument so that everyone will know his sins and spurn his personality. I hope this will teach his soul to rot in hell."
It was the cruelest execution Uriel could think of, and even so, he felt it was not enough.
"There are no children here," said the messenger.
Uriel did not understand: "Of course they are not here. The baby needs the mother's care."
"There's no mother here either."
Talking to the messenger became an ordeal again. "Brumnot is not the only church, not to mention this is the headquarters of the branch church..."
Suddenly, the document he saw in the wooden house appeared in front of him: the bishop was applying for supplies from the Orthodox Church headquarters because the number of people sleeping in peace and health this week increased. He was vaguely aware of a connection, but still didn't understand it.
"That's not what I meant." The messenger didn't mean to be roundabout. "You have to know what you are doing. Staying here will not help solve the problem." He frowned and finally got to the point. "There is no girl or mother you want to save here, but there are cemeteries built for those who died in accidents and supplies specially requested for them."
The words were like a flash of light. "They were moved away. This is just a transit station, not the destination they are going to." Uriel's expression changed. If that's really the case...
"If this is true, it means that there is a complete industrial chain behind the transfer and adoption of these children in the monastery." Joey gave him a cruel answer.
Uriel could say nothing. He felt more and more cold here. The motherly apparition of little Pod flashed in front of the monument, her back turned to them, tearing the petals of the silver lily with her scabbed fingers. For a moment, the apprentice felt strong sadness in his heart, and he was really afraid that she would suddenly turn around.
"Sister Mary takes good care of me," he said softly, not explaining it to anyone. "I don't understand why." In her eyes, am I just a rotten apple left in the box? "It was she who taught me the scriptures and the codes given by the goddess. She told me many bedtime stories. She led me on the path of life." He felt emotions churning in his stomach.
"The Silent School advocates asceticism." Joey said, and it was hard to imagine that he would speak in a soft and comforting tone. "While they advocate truth, they also believe in the goddess Gaia. Obviously this kind of thing is just an exception in remote areas."
"May the goddess be so merciful."
Uriel forced himself to cheer up. "You're right, I can't stay here. The place with the same deal in the other world is in Eastman's Four-leaf City. We can find traces of those girls." He suddenly remembered the words of the Black Knight. "The School of Silence is the main body of the Gaia Church. We must communicate in advance."
The messenger remained motionless, seemingly deep in thought. The apprentice looked at him in surprise. If he had attended the Destiny Gathering, he would have understood his mentor's concerns. "Red Prophecy. Eastman." The young man whispered.
"What?"
"Sovero also showed up." The apprentice noticed that his brows gradually furrowed. "Miracle Potion from Eastman... Eastman..."
"What's wrong, Joey?" Uriel felt inexplicably uneasy.
"Stay in the tower for too long, and you will unconsciously believe in fate." The messenger told him, "Go to Agatha Poirot. We'd better solve Sovereaux's problem before leaving."
"Why did you change your mind? Because of fate?"
"Because I don't want another title of Red Envoy to appear in the history of the tower." Joey replied.
