The grapes were quickly eaten, and the apprentice picked another bunch for them. He avoided the rose thorns and rinsed the fruits. The running water was cold, but he found he couldn't feel the cold. In Mr. Eze's house he didn't have to worry about the cold or the heat... When he returned to the sofa, the rabbit made hot tea. At most, he was worried about whether there would be white hair inside.
Mr. Eze asked about his other classes. "There are training courses at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I don't think you have the opportunity to miss class, right? But you certainly don't have to take Occult Botany," he muttered.
"I won't miss school, sir. No way."
"You know what's going on, kid. Compared with physical work such as serving tea and water, the results of memorizing and writing are not so obvious. If you want to give up halfway, I won't be surprised."
Uriel reassured him again and again before he looked away in doubt. Ultimately, Mr. Eads treated me like a kid like York, rather than an adult who appreciates opportunities. They had different childhoods... and they were supposed to have different futures. So Uriel would never mess around in any of his classes.
"If you care about his studies, you might as well talk about the recent news. The trial of fire was supposed to be participated by our Lord Commander, but it ended up being Dean Rubin. Otto is here, Helen and I have had enough of him." The great astrologer chewed the grape seeds together, and a crunching sound came from his mouth. Ever since Druid teased his love history, his image as a scholar has almost collapsed.
“I have never seen the White Envoy involved in any internal activities,” Mr. Eze noted.
"Except for that one time with Dean Rubin."
"Except for that one time." They both laughed.
Uriel didn't know why everyone seemed to have a problem with the Blue Envoy, but now he was one of them. Anyway, he almost killed me. At this time he did not shy away from Mr. Larsen's presence - he told them exactly what had happened in the church.
"I know I shouldn't go in." Uriel can now calmly examine whether his behavior is reckless, and the memories and sorrow of the past are a little further away from him. "However, what His Excellency the Qingzhi Envoy did really makes me uneasy. He is provoking trouble. I don't understand how he can think that he can gain something in this way."
"He wants to find a chance in you?" Druid frowned.
"He can only look for opportunities in you." The great astrologer pointed out. "The White Envoy's leadership position is unshakable... This is not an empty talk. Since he has this title, it means that he has the power to lead Croita. Don't get the cause and effect wrong. Therefore, as long as Dean Lu Bin has not transcended the sky realm, so he is only worthy of making small moves."
"His little gestures are not 'little' to others."
Eds Haynes reminds. His view on this matter was diametrically opposed to that of his old friend. "It's too dangerous. For Heather's sake, Uriel, you'd better not get involved. The Destiny Gathering is not a kingdom parliament, nor is it a struggle for power among nobles in a small place. Conflicts in the mysterious realm are often far-reaching, and You have no foundation here...trouble will find itself." He suddenly seemed more anxious than the apprentice.
"Damn it! If you ask me, you should go to work in the Department of Affairs. What good is a messenger? There is no place on land worth leaving Brumnot. Besides, sightseeing and suppressing rebellions are completely different things... The garrison is more It's hard work. Boy, I told you so. You should have understood what happened to me."
"You're thinking a little too much, Haines." Larsen disagreed. "Fault-finding and murder are not the same thing. As for you, to be honest, I think you are quite enjoying your current life."
Uriel wanted to say some comforting words, but now he had to swallow them.
The druid hit him with grapes. "When did you dare to challenge the White Envoy? Let's talk about this again. Do you really not know how dangerous the Ring Stage is in front of the Sky Realm? The last time I saw this kid injured, it was not because he was killed by the Saint of the Glorious Council. The knight captain had broken bones, but severe frostbite - the White Envoy's magic. You and I both know he didn't mean it. Of course not. But I also understand that the difference in body and mysticism is everything. Magic is difficult to control, mysterious It's even more sinister. It's always been like this. Damn it, do you even need to say that?"
The apprentice wanted to defend his mentor, but everything Eze said was true, and he was speechless.
"Astrology is also dangerous." The great astrologer who looked like a middle-aged scholar replied, "There is no difficulty in the mysterious path. If you are not lucky, you can lose your life even if you make a soup with flowers and plants at home."
Before the druid could say anything, Uriel couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Eds, Mr. Larsen, did you know that I would give up astrology?"
From what they said, they seemed to know the apprentice's current situation well. How is this possible? I obviously didn't tell anyone. Could it be that astrologers could even predict this?
The druid snorted contemptuously. "I said, I knew you would give up halfway. I know you brats, York and you, even Calder - they are all the same." At his age, the leader of the mercenary group is indeed only Can be considered a young person. Mr. Eze is also different from the light elemental life. He really lives a long time, rather than growing slowly.
It was the great astrologer who gave him the answer. "Osvid advised the Lord's apprentice to enter the astronomy room, and the whole Fateful Assembly knew about it. Our poor old Sidney was also forced to go on duty at the observation deck."
When mentioning this matter, His Excellency "Eye of Ain" couldn't help but rejoice in his misfortune. Uriel didn't understand, and he had no intention of explaining.
He was still confused. "Even so, I didn't—"
"Then let me ask you." Eze interrupted him, "Which one do you want to go to, Triangle Swamp or Sodria?"
I want. Uriel almost blurted out. In a flash he reacted. "Well……"
"You almost wrote 'I want to take risks' on your nose." Eze said angrily. "As long as your eyeballs don't grow on the back of your head, everyone knows what your final choice will be."
Everyone knows... Uriel froze on the spot, his heart filled with emotions.
"That definitely doesn't include me, although my eyes are fine." Larson rolled his eyes. "You should have told me the truth, instead of encouraging your poor old friend to get into trouble with the White Envoy." He turned to complain to his apprentice: "I even had a quarrel with your mentor because of this."
The apprentice was startled, "For me? You don't need to-"
"No, I was just fooled by Haines. He is still blaming me for not notifying him of the arrival of the messenger in time. You must understand how stingy this guy is. Of course, your grades in astrology class are indeed excellent." He said with a smile on his face Smiling, obviously not caring at all. "Fortunately, we had a quarrel in front of my mentor, otherwise the commander would probably take action to solve the problem. He left in a hurry, is it because of the Blue Envoy?"
"..." The apprentice coughed as soon as he opened his mouth and had to lower his head and take a sip of tea. "...It's my trouble." He finally made it clear. "His magic was triggered. In the church's backyard. It was my fault from beginning to end."
Fortunately, Mr. Larsen did not blame him.
"If it's Dean Rubin's method, then nothing you do is actually wrong. This is the bill that the Lord Commander has to pay. He believes that he can shoulder this responsibility, even if not now, sooner or later. I don't doubt that the White Envoy has this ability... Before he stepped into the Sky Realm, some people concluded that he would cross the path of death. At that time, except for the training course, he did not even pass a single subject. But in fact , he tells us with his actions that as long as he wants, no difficulty can hinder him."
The great astrologer encouraged: "You have a legendary mentor who will make you an excellent messenger - if your goal is to be a messenger. I have no doubt about it. Listen to me, child: Don't live by anyone's expectations. Troubles. You always have the person you want to be. Now that he is right in front of you, what are you waiting for?"
Uriel could only nod. He found that he still had nothing to say. But this is not because there is nothing we can do, but because our feelings are hard to express in words.
"I'm glad you made your decision. But if you choose an astrologer, I still think Sabina is the best astrologer apprentice." The great astrologer snatched the last grape from Mr. Eze.
By the time he left Mr. Eze's house, the sky was nearly orange. After Uriel said his last goodbyes, he was kicked out by the druid. He stood under the eaves for a while, but he failed to feel again the feeling he had when he was forced to leave the monastery. He found that he was no longer sad about the memory.
Maybe my past is filled with lies and betrayals, Uriel was still thinking when he walked to the door of the Sheriff's Department, but in any case, I am doing pretty well now. Isn't it?
…
If everyone could confess their crimes so readily, I wouldn't have to worry so much. Agatha pulled off the belt from the man's wrist and waved to the White Envoy who was watching them. She thought of the most fragmentary parts of Andrew's confession, and it frightened her, who was waiting for the results.
The dungeon of the Sheriff's Department was filled with the pungent smell of cleaning chemicals and boiled linen, but Agatha could still feel the rotten smell permeating the place. After all, there is no need to give any preferential treatment to those who disturb the order. She also heard that prisons on the mainland were covered with plasma and the carpets were woven from hair. The detective could not imagine what a savage area it must be. In comparison, the dungeons in Floating Cloud City are completely free hotels.
Mantra potions can basically replace bloody instruments of torture, and there are more magic tricks than iron pincers and razors. Even a real dead warrior cannot resist the crushing of fire and spirit by mystery. Andrew is certainly no exception. However, this process is not without pain, and it is common for interrogations to fail due to severe pain. If something like this happens unfortunately, the patrol officers will have to do it all over again. It can be seen that telling the truth is good for both criminals and police officers, but not many people are willing to believe it.
"There are some discrepancies," said Agatha, "but it's not a big deal."
