"What do you want me to say? The cause of that woman's death, or to blame me for selling Tara?" Tara is Andrew's youngest daughter.
Uriel looked at the prisoner in front of him. He is the father of five girls, four of whom are married. He looked very old, and the bald spot on his head had expanded a lot. There was fatigue and hatred hidden in the wrinkles on his face, and his eyes were full of sarcasm, but there was no regret in his expression.
"Don't you hate Lady Bertha?" Uriel couldn't help asking.
"That woman is not worth hating." Andrew seemed happy to answer his question at the moment.
"What about Gunther? I know he was involved in Lady Bertha's betrayal."
"Button Gunther? He met Bertha earlier than me...but now he is still a bachelor. If I have the opportunity to kill him, I will not let it go. But Otto gave me the answer to his fate one step ahead of me: He will always be a loser. I have reason to hate him, and even more reason to laugh at him. This kind of person seems to have no idea what he wants. Sometimes, I think that bastard Hobson has more pursuits than him."
Andrew Furner's answer was just as he expected. Uriel nodded, "The topic of hatred is over. Your thoughts in this regard are still easy to understand." He was curious about another question. "You loved Lady Bertha, didn't you?"
Hearing this, Andrew asked instead of answering: "What answer do you want from me?"
Uriel was asked this time. The answer I want to get is whether they are a loving couple and cover each other up, or are they treating each other like guests and being forced to live together? "I was wondering if Lady Bertha would agree with you donating Tara to the church?"
"I was a blacksmith at that time, making a living by making iron for donkeys and horses. If we don't become mystics, we can't survive." The maintenance man said, "I promised her to find a way to marry off the four children. As a result, Tara was born What a coincidence, we were about to move out at that time.”
Uriel didn't want to hear his explanation, he just wanted answers. "She agreed?"
"It has nothing to do with whether she agrees or not. We have to live as a family, you know? And Tara is just a girl. A girl. The least valuable thing in San Carlos is the girl. I did my duty to give them what they deserve." It was Bertha's business to provide for them and to raise them. She took care of the whole family because I allowed and asked her to do so. It was not her job that she had to do. What's the point of a wife who only bothers you with trivial household chores? Okay? The price I agreed with the church is my daughter, and she has no right to make irresponsible remarks."
"That's her child!"
"She doesn't just have that one child. Do you think this is my fault? Boy, it seems that you have lived for more than ten years and don't know what kind of environment you live in. The responsibilities we can bear in this world are limited. , the gods divide people into two categories, just to teach mortals to see the road clearly." At the end, he complained angrily: "Why do we two men have to discuss this issue? Why do you have so many stupid ideas? I understand. , you come from the land of Peniaio. Strange logic for a stranger! Bertha is dead, and I am about to die. And then, who will not die?"
The apprentice tried to calm himself down. You knew who he was, Uriel said to himself. All living beings are equal before the goddess, and the stupidity of mortals is precisely because they cannot understand this.
At this time, a ripple of starlight spread behind him. "But what you did was not as light as you said." Agatha Poirot stepped out of the gap first. She frowned, "This place has almost become the old fox's den! Where is the Cross Knight? Why haven't you come over to clean up the house?" She seemed to have forgotten that it was her plan that kept the church away from paying attention.
"Miss Detective?" Uriel calmed down a little.
"You call me 'Miss Detective' in your heart?" Agatha stared at her beautiful eyes. "Okay! We'll settle the accounts later." She turned towards the maintenance man, "How many times has this happened? Mr. Andrew Furner, if you can abandon Bertha, her crimes and liabilities will have nothing to do with you. But in fact you didn't do that. Uriel wants to know whether you ever loved Bertha. Although this question is meaningless...but I think you have never told the truth."
"I told the truth."
"Of course, if you don't count the effect of the mantra potion."
"I haven't thought about Tara. I've barely seen the child. I don't understand why this kid pays so much attention to her." Andrew replied, "He should go to the Gaia Church to find answers."
Agatha didn't answer him, she had already guessed something. A needle drop can be heard inside and outside the dungeon.
"Because I know the whereabouts of your daughter." Uriel told him, "Tara, Pod, and I, as well as the girl whose name I don't know, the vampire girl who was indirectly killed by you. Regardless of her origin, maybe we Have the same fate." You ask me why I care about your attitude? Because I had to break my illusions lest reality disappoint me. The words were swallowed back in his throat.
Andrew shut up. For a moment, the only sound in the dungeon was the rattling of iron chains.
"Gods have mercy."
But finally he spoke. "Bertha knelt at my feet and asked me to give up the agreement. I never took women seriously and would not compromise on them. Later we moved to Bloomnott, and our lives were spent in quarrels and conflicts. The reason Not just her brother, Gunther the Button, but Tara and our other kids.”
"I wasn't home seven days ago and didn't pick up the ring. She opened the back door so I wouldn't be out in the cold all night, not waiting for Gunther. She told me a day ago she was done with that bastard. I know She won't lie to me about anything. In her eyes, lying is as sinful as defiling the goddess's pool. God! She is hopelessly stupid and cowardly. Only the heaven of love and beauty is her destination. I don't want to judge her fantasy, But she'll be reunited with her Tara there. You know what? I thought women didn't have souls."
Andrew's voice softened.
"But I couldn't have been more wrong. She committed the most courageous act... She killed Bowman when he broke down the door and tried to intimidate her. She killed Bowman for her own grief and innocence." His chest was not full. Keep agitating. "That can't be what my useless wife does. She only cries and nags, and wants you to give her love day and night. The gods don't know, but this is actually sending men into a trap."
"In the end she will catch you. You will find that your soul and heart are no longer yours. She entangles you, tolerates you, and becomes an irreplaceable part of you." Andrew stared at the apprentice. "Your world will be shared with her, and your hard work will determine her fate. You can beat her and scold her until your fist hurts and your throat is dry. She may find comfort and comfort in others, But she will still come back to you obediently, as if her legs and feet are tied with iron chains. You will feel happy in her arms. This is a weak emotion, this is a dishonorable choice, but there is nothing you can do. You know this is What?"
It's family. Uriel said nothing. A pang of regret began to rise. This marvelous word represented something he had never had and had until now strived for, but at the end of the day he didn't dare pretend he knew anything about it.
The maintenance man looked at the iron chain on his body. Maybe he had personally used a hammer to hit the deformed steel ring in it. "I haven't contacted my daughters for a long time...but last night, I received a letter from them." He smiled sincerely. "Gaia bless me, I'm so glad I finished reading this time."
…
Night comes too quickly. Uriel opened the door and saw Joey waiting for him. The windows of the living room were wide open, and the cold night breeze carried floating ash on the floor. The reflections of the stars shuttled through the flowers on the stone platform, and were reflected back to the glass by the white frost.
"Have you finished your affairs?" he asked.
"No. I met Gissing and he told me that Mr. Oswide did not want to see me." Uriel knew that the old astrologer did not agree with the choice, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Then why is it so slow?"
"I have to explain it to Gissing." He met Joey's gaze. "He was afraid that I would replace him, so he revealed Mr. Osvid's decision to you. I said I would not become an astrologer or enter an astronomy room. My future is in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
The messenger was quiet for a moment and looked away. "All he said was that you would sit for the exam with them. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs test was my decision."
"You don't want to ask me how I know?"
"You can't say it yourself?"
This is true. Uriel found himself almost infected by Agatha's urge to solve puzzles. This was really hateful behavior, and he warned himself not to do it again. But the messenger's reaction was even more depressing.
"You came too early." He replied, "I saw you as soon as I went out. The test Mr. Oswide gave to his apprentice will not be notified to other people, let alone to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs... Only Ji Xin had reasons to do so, and he later advised me.”
Young people cannot deny it. Gissin Duval was not a person worthy of attention to him, Uriel suddenly thought. Perhaps he had not intended to come to me later, even if it would have given Gissing some cover.
"He is still an apprentice," Uriel reminded, "and he also has his own difficulties. He misunderstood me."
"I won't do anything to him, and I won't explain it to Sidney." The messenger's words made Uriel feel relieved, "Don't you have anything more important to say than these?"
Of course there is. “We’re going to Eastman?”
"It seems you can only accept this one destination. It seems you are determined to find those children."
"Father Fielding died at the hands of the Cross Knights. He deserved it. But the church may not be aware of the existence of this industrial chain. I must do something about it."
Joey glanced at him. "You'll find a new head to replace Fielding. It won't necessarily be one."
"A few of them are not a problem." Uriel answered decisively.
The strong wind shook the wooden windows suddenly, the curtains bulged and the glass trembled. The clothes hanger shook and regained its balance in the airflow. Uriel buttoned his coat and put on his hat.
"Then let's go."
The starry door opened before their eyes.
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