Uriel gave up trying to find Memie. Asking around for a werewolf in Yotsuye City would lead to inquiries from patrolling knights. He didn't know which intelligence dealer leaked the information. This was probably because he hadn't become familiar with the locals yet. But Gaia was on top, how could he explain to them that he was an authentic four-leaf leader?
After using the Sky Tower's token to escape, Uriel found himself with nowhere to go. There was nothing he wanted in the church or monastery, and the ruins of Fafrank Street had long since been renovated and rebuilt. Due to the special nature of the garrison, the Duke also deliberately restored the Knox Bar on the ruins, but there was no familiar person in the window. He even went back to Sonbigrad No. 67. Cecilia didn't lie to him, it was indeed a public toilet...even after reconstruction, it remained the same.
Suddenly, Uriel realized that there might be nothing worth missing in this city.
"Sir, do you want to buy cigarettes?"
He turned around and saw no one, so he subconsciously took a step back. Only then did the apprentice see a child carrying a basket and a bag. At least he was wearing a pair of clothes. One boot was too big and the other was too small. They were covered in mud. There were both flowers and dry grass in his basket, which were probably tobacco.
"No, no need." Blumnot's potion incident made him insensitive to such things.
"Sir, do you want flowers? I have wild roses from outside the city. These are the last flowers."
Uriel didn't see that it was a rose, but he could tell that it was actually a girl. Her hair was shaved short and her body was underdeveloped. If it weren't for the mysterious identity of the apprentice, no one would have noticed her true gender. The girl is eleven or twelve years old, and the reason why she is dressed like this is self-evident.
As he left the Sheriff's Station, the gazes of the knights behind him were filled with an unwelcome sting. They seem to forget that it was Joey and Mr. Eds who saved the city. Fortunately, he could take comfort from the girl's current peaceful life. Uriel didn't know what he wanted, but he soon figured it out. "Roses. Are there any white ones?" She also held many flowers in her hand, making it difficult to distinguish the colors among them.
White flowers, girls have a lot of them. In Yotsuba City, white roses are easy to sell. Anyone on the street will buy it. Maybe if we push it back a month, people won't need it.
"Three copper coins, sir. I also have white oak branches and silver lilies here."
Uriel hesitated. "Let's have some of each."
After the transaction was completed, the apprentice had very little change left and could no longer take the bus. He held the bouquet and felt a little at a loss.
"Are you going to the suburbs? The cemetery has been demolished." The girl reminded, "The monument is in Dongcheng District. It can be reached in a few minutes' walk."
After thanking him, Uriel began his final journey in Yotsuba City. This road is strange and long, but it has an end in the end. There are piles of petals under the stone tablet, with the inscription "The second week and the fourth day of the hot month in the year of the cold moon" engraved on it. This is the common death anniversary of the deceased, and their purified remains are buried deep in the ground.
Uriel put down the bouquet. Roses and white oak branches for Cecilia, silver lilies for himself. I came to see you, he wanted to say to her. I've come to say goodbye to you. Can you respond to me and give me the strength to move forward? There have been gods in this world, where have they gone? Give me comfort, give me guidance. He wanted to pray for Gaia's mercy. I am your knight and I follow your creed.
Stones cannot speak, and dead people cannot speak. The goddesses gave him no revelation with their bodies. Uriel felt an unprecedented coldness. He longed for light and fire, hope and belief. He longed to return to the bar on Fafrank Street and see a mercenary pushing open the door. The dwarves and druids taunted each other. He longed for Cecilia to ask him to help her on duty so that she could have a good night's sleep. . He longed to hear the morning chime of the wooden wind chimes ringing in unison with the church bells. Yotsuye Castle will always be Yotsuye Castle, this is his hometown and the land where his eternal soul returns. Here is the girl of his dreams.
How could he not miss this place?
Joey tells him that old memories will take over his fears. Originally, it was difficult for Uriel to imagine that he would have a deeper fear than losing Cecilia, until he saw Memie being killed by a paladin in Kamaria. He understood almost immediately that although people's fears are of many kinds, they are all essentially hatred of one's own powerlessness. His sadness in the secret room was the truth behind his childhood lies, but he realized it so late. The fear in the field was for the devil and the future fate, but Uriel could not change it. He forced himself to live in the present, but the mystery of fire drove him to endure the pain of the future. I can see the future, but not very far. Could this be the source of my difficulties?
'You have power. ' said a voice. 'Extraordinary power is by your side, within reach. 'Like a real devil whispering in your ear.
The unknown person's situation is one of the reasons why he can't let go. Among these people are gangsters like Wittek, and there are also poor people like Gunther who have good intentions but have no independent opinions and just want to live in peace. But Uriel believes that more unknown people are actually like Winnie Watts' dentist Hope, who do not want to fall. At least according to the goddess, most of them are not villains. As a result, the fate of these people in the future is without exception. Either they will be dragged to the execution platform and hanged by demon hunters, or they will turn into demons one day and be killed by the mysterious person - maybe one day I will be the same.
He didn't know that at the same time, a trial was taking place in Iron Claw City thousands of miles away.
A man knelt down behind Uriel and recited a nasal prayer. He turned his head to look and saw only the edge of the worn velvet pants hanging from the other person's waist. Behind him, a gentleman took off his hat. Ladies take off their gloves. Dozens of gray crows with extremely short beaks lingered in the old cemetery site, and the gravekeepers did not bother to drive them away. These birds seemed to finally understand that death could not fill their stomachs, and each one of them pretended to be solemn and stared quietly.
'Not a prophecy. ' said the voice again. 'Not magic. '
Prophecy and magic, they are the same thing. Uriel couldn't help but think. For the first time, he felt less urgent about the answer.
'It's your faith. '
If it had been before the murder, he would have been shaken to his soul by this. This was the answer he gave himself subconsciously, and Uriel indeed believed that belief in the goddess supported his soul. But the gods are gone. For the first time, he felt ridiculous at this solemn word. "My faith can't help me," he finally said. "It needs my help."
He left with many people. The cold wind of the harvest moon blew, and people raised their collars to cover their cheeks. Uriel was carried forward by the flow of people, feeling extremely peaceful, as if those who had passed away were beside him at this moment.
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Many things can be hidden in the corners of a shed. If something is missing, you can definitely find it inside. Hitarian shakes off a piece of silk and then dives into the trash until her sister, Ruth, pulls her up.
"I found it." She raised her hand. "Canned kidney beans."
"Nice job." Hitarian bowed her waist, and debris fell all over her. When she finally got up, she stepped on a thick book again, and the consequences of her fall were even more tragic than before. "Why hasn't this been sold yet?"
Ruth stared uneasily at her toes. "I like the painting up there."
"If you want to see paintings, go to the station. There are fresh newspapers there every day." Hitarian picked up the book and prepared to sell it with the silk. She had a reason for doing this. After the undead disaster, the price of toast increased again, and the buyers of scrap paper lowered their bids. If they can't sell these things with ghostly drawings on them in time, they will have no money for breakfast.
Anyway, this is what Ruth picked up. The girl's mind has been unclear since she suffered a cold and high fever when she was five years old. "Be good, sell the book and I'll buy you some white bread." Hitarian took the canned kidney beans from his sister's hand and picked up a few sundries that seemed useful in his other hand. She kicked open the bedroom door that wasn't locked, and it made a whining sound as it turned. Ruth followed her blankly.
It was getting late, and selling sundries became a luxury, so Hitarian had no choice but to postpone his plan to sell books until tomorrow. She looked at her sister holding that thing in her arms, and she felt uncomfortable with it. She couldn't read, Shitarian thought, and could only read pictures. If she was a normal person, she should recognize the symbols above like she did.
Hitarian once lived in a crowded attic in Sonbigrad. She and Ruth were very different twins, the daughters of silk merchants. My father was busy doing business all day long, but the business was getting worse and worse. The mother was a weaver and a Lucian. She had to teach her daughters how to read herself because she had no money to hire a tutor. However, Hitarian was not very gifted in word learning, let alone Ruth. So after my father's career was completely finished, my mother left overnight without telling anyone. Hitarian thought she would at least bring her own. But then she realized that taking her with her would only make it impossible for both of them to survive.
After the father sold the house, he kicked his two seven-year-old daughters out of the house and let them fend for themselves. The young Hitarian did not have the capital to stand on the street and invite guests, but Ruth had a pretty face. Hitarian had always been jealous of his silly sister's hair. Like her mother, Ruth has soft and lovely copper-red hair, but no matter how the named Hitarian takes care of it, her head looks like a pile of old thick wool.
Eventually she gave up and took it upon herself to dress up as a boy so that if she were caught stealing or cheating there would be no consequences worse than a beating. Can you expect tramps to want anything from a woman's face within their reach? Hitarian has also seen a drunken man kiss a dog. Patrol knights have a civilized approach to thieves. They don't beat people, they only use knives. Fortunately, Hitarian has not been caught by the patrolling knights so far.
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