There are few knights patrolling the east city area of Yotsuba City. Hitarian steals during the day and goes to the church to resell indulgences at night. She knows which numbers have special meanings and which patterns symbolize better blessings. If the priest is not in front of the pool, Hitarian can still catch the pigeons that are not vigilant. This is a rare feast.
Compared to Hitarian's busyness, Ruth is like a mascot who can only break cups - even Hitarian has to admit that she is indeed a mascot. Hitarian had noticed from a young age that she was rarely injured, even if the girl was a fool. When she was young, she poured boiling water for her sister who couldn't hold the cup steady. The water spilled all over the floor, but neither of them was hurt. Later, undead and poison were raging in the city. Hitarian closed the door tightly, hugged Ruth and hid under the pile of debris in the corner, but not a single corpse-eater broke into the shack. It was later that Hitarian discovered that the only passage to the shed was blocked by a collapsed roof, making it impossible for anything larger than a cat to get in.
The ice leaders always talked about their lucky angel lord, but Hitarian looked down upon the girl from the Wiggins family. No matter how lucky Delphine Wiggins is, she will not be able to successfully slip away from the patrol knight's eyes, but Ruth can do it. Hitarian was sure his mother didn't see the good in Ruth, otherwise she would have taken her away.
The evening wind is freezing and night is approaching in the town. This year's Harvest Moon in Yotsuba City did not yield enough harvest, but I believe the lord will have a way to teach his people to survive the Frost Moon. Even after experiencing the tragic disaster of the undead attacking the city, Duke Tracy's status in people's hearts has not diminished at all.
Ruth placed the book in her hands. Hitarian felt for a moment that his sister had become sensible, but this was just an illusion. "Read," she begged. I should have known that it was impossible for a fool to understand what was truly good for her.
It seems that she at least understands the meaning of selling and will no longer pester me to ask where the eaten bread went. At her request, Hitarian opened the cover, but his eyes were caught by a picture of people kneeling in front of a statue of a god. She suddenly felt that her understanding of it was slightly biased.
"I don't know him." Ruth looked at her and shook her head, looking confused. "This is a religious book," she explained.
Most church books are written in a unique language. Whether Gaia or Lucia, Surte or Heather, their words have power. If mortals were to read the divine words without instruction, the mystery would do itself a disservice. Hitarian's mother is a Illuminati cultist, but this gospel belongs to Gaia...
etc. She was busy looking at it, thinking she was dazzled. There is a golden and red scorching sun on the statue. This is truly the gospel of Lucia. Hitarian raised his head and focused his gaze on the door to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Ruth sat up and shook her arm, urging.
"Lie down." Hitarian glared at his sister dissatisfied, "You really know how to pick up trash." She turned another page and read out the above sentence word for word. It was just a ridiculous story about the goddess saving the world and the sun shining on the earth. Hitarian was not interested, but Ruth seemed to be listening carefully.
When she told how two fanatics who despised the goddess were converted under the miracle and knelt before Lucia to pray for blessings, Ruth had already fallen asleep. Hitarian closed the Gospel, a little reluctant to sell it at dawn. The above story was very novel and she had never heard of it before. Hitarian saw the name of the book written on the cover, which was very relevant to the content of the story. It's called "Confessions."
Lucia is unlike Gaia in that her mercy is not often revealed. Most people who disrespect the sun and blaspheme the goddess have no chance to repent of their sins. Hitarian thought about this vaguely before falling asleep. But sleep overtook her irresistibly, and she fell into a deep slumber until Ruth shook her awake. When Hitarian opened his eyes, the night sky was still dark.
"Nightmare," my sister said, "a red dream."
Hitarian immediately sobered up. She understood that Ruth was talking about a red nightmare. This wouldn't be a thing worth paying attention to, if Hitarian hadn't shared a dream with his sister last night.
She rolled over.
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"You can ask him yourself."
As soon as the apprentice came out of the Star Gap, he heard a man talking. He quickly greeted: "Your Majesty the Lion."
Incense had been burned in the room, and the carpets and gauze curtains had a bitter smell. Two rows of sofas face each other diagonally, and the rocking chairs are piled with cushions. There were only candles lit in the room, and the light was dim and thin, but someone's hair shone like the gold-leafed dome of a castle.
"Who are you?" Lion Ronald Zachary asked.
"I am the apprentice of the White Envoy. My name is Uriel."
"So it's you." Uriel found that he was looking at himself carefully, as if he wanted to remember his appearance. But no matter what, the process of leaving an impression is too long. The apprentice felt uncomfortable being stared at.
"Stop looking." A woman sitting opposite him scolded. "You can't remember it anyway."
Unlike Ronald Zachary, Uriel knew her. As described by Mr. Larson, the Witch of Destiny is unforgettable with her beautiful figure and noble temperament. She leaned against the extinguished hearth, the flame of the candle dancing softly on the silver stand above her. "Your Excellency, Witch of Destiny." He said, "I also brought greetings from Mr. Larson."
Helen's eyes contained a smile. "I know you, child. Thank you for your greetings, and for my senior brother's. He is very worried about your mysterious studies." She winked at him, the opal swaying slightly. "How about telling me about Kamaria? What a shame, I was still studying the horniness of one-legged frogs in the Triangle Marsh."
"My pleasure, Lady Dorothea."
Astrologer Chloe's stay in Iron Claw City is very luxurious. Before the Ministry of Foreign Affairs moved to the Four Leaf Territory, Queen Flavia ordered craftsmen to build a white tower for the envoys of the mysterious realm to stay. The White Tower is located in an urban area near the outskirts of the city, and its environment and interior decoration are impeccable. But just a few years after it was put into use, the station where the garrison was stationed changed its location. Nowadays, the White Tower is used to entertain guests who play an important role in the mysterious realm. It is also an ornamental cityscape in the royal city from far and near.
There was only one great astrologer sent to Eastman by the Tower, and both Lion and Joy belonged to the Foreign Office. But since the Destiny Assembly no longer lets the inspection messenger do all the work, it means that the blood prophecy is not as easy to solve as Joey said. He had known this for a long time, so he was even more grateful for the envoy's indulgence.
But before Uriel could introduce the features of the Moon City to the witch, the door of the hall suddenly opened. No one is mentally prepared for this.
Witch Helen frowned. "The Earl of Reddale, Fifetanner." She seemed to recognize the visitor from three floors away.
Uriel, Earl of Red Valley, did not know him, but he had heard of Fife Tanner. Kamaria is the ancestor of some of the Favtanner elves, and he was about to talk to the witch about the Moon Capital.
"The Mist Elf Royal Court has been locked up for a long time. I really didn't expect to see their envoys in Eastman." Ronaid somehow regained his energy. "Earl of Red Valley? She looks..."
"...no better than the prostitute you hired yesterday." Ms. Helen said rudely. "It is said that she is the most unpopular guest at the table, and men's flirting methods are of no use to her. If you want to please her, you might as well pour hot beef soup all over yourself. Then she will eat your face herself. "
Uriel felt the corners of his mouth twitch. These words gave him a vague glimpse of the true character of the "Witch of Destiny". He suddenly understood why Mr. Larsen was still single.
"Where is your mentor?" The lion regretted and asked him where Joey was. Ronald was not happy to communicate with his apprentice. In fact, he has always behaved this way in the tower. Lions worship power just like werewolves worship the moon. You would think that his IQ is directly proportional to his fanaticism. But they are no fools, and it is well documented that the history of the leonines has been marked by as many rebellions and wars as there has been by humans.
"He went to deal with some diplomatic issues." Uriel answered. In order to predict the prophecy, the tower allowed the three Lords of the Sky Realm to enter Eastman. They had to appease the royal family of Iron Claw City to prevent the court mage from being overly frightened. "But it seems a little late."
The Faftanner Mission must have preceded them to Eastman, so that attention was focused on the Mist Elves. With Joey not present, Uriel didn't know how to deal with it. "I'll go downstairs and ask." It was easy for the two groups of people to be accommodated in the White Tower, but he had to let them know that he was not the first to come.
The "Lion" took it for granted and lay back on the sofa, which meant that he should go quickly. The "Witch of Destiny" was more sensitive to his unfamiliarity and panic. She pointed out softly: "The Earl of Red Valley is a mysterious creature in the High Ring. You don't need to call her Your Excellency."
Uriel nodded gratefully. Night has fallen now. I'd rather use magic than mess things up.
The elves downstairs also noticed that the White Tower was not empty. But they walked up the stairs with their heads held high, unafraid of any possible mysterious guests. There is no need for Faf Tanner to bow his head in front of anyone...but the same goes for Sky Tower. Uriel took out the coat of arms and put the ring Sauron on his finger. As soon as he left the two Lords of the Sky Realm, Sauron spoke impatiently.
"Put me away quickly!" 』
"Quiet, Sauron." He was not in the mood for small talk, "We are going to meet soon." There is another floor. "Is it possible that you are afraid of her?"
"What do you know, Earl of Red Valley Elanor Greenelfin? Rumor has it that she even eats metal."
Nonsense. "Who eats metal?" Uriel asked angrily. Even if Earl Honggu's stomach really accepts all comers, she won't be interested in a chatty ring like you. Unless she wants to be so disturbed that she becomes anorexic.
The Ring's anxieties were unaffected, and it didn't seem to be having a temper. "Count Elanor is known as the 'Element Devourer'. How extensive do you think her recipes are?" Your magic is not afraid of her, but I have Bai’s magic... In the eyes of that damn elf, I am no different from ice cream.』
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