"She didn't dare do that," said the apprentice.
“She would not dare if Bai was here, but I’m not sure now. The Mist Elves are an arrogant race, but this arrogance is not easily discovered. The nobles among them combine the suspicion of women and the hypocrisy of superiors, and they are a troublesome group in every sense of the word.』
Sauron seems to know the Mist Elves very well. It knows everything, if Joey lets it.
Uriel read it word for word and thought about countermeasures. "Since they won't make people aware of the elves' arrogance, it means they are still reasonable."
"Then you can try" Ring sneered.
"I mean, they like to tell others their own truth."
"It's a little accurate," Sauron agreed.
"It seems that the fog elves will never take action in the White Tower unless necessary." Uriel probably knew how to deal with it. I had to show respect and give them clear reminders of their weaknesses so that the Earl of Red Valley wouldn't feel superior to them. As for where the Mist Elf Envoy was lacking, Ms. Helen had already told him the answer.
There were footsteps at the top of the stairs, and the carpet absorbed most of them, but Uriel's facial features were sharper than ordinary people. He heard strange footsteps, as if people were going up the stairs wearing shoes made of silk or velvet. The hiss of friction is smooth and sweet, with a harmonious rhythm.
"She is coming" Sauron wrote, "The one at the front is the Earl of Red Valley"
Elanor Greengulfen wears an emerald green cloak. Her face was like a full moon, her eyes were like red jade, and her whole body was as bright as a phoenix among the green leaves. Her hair was a strange maroon color and was elegantly tied up with a gold headband. She hung a short blade at her waist, its leather sheath inlaid with fiery red crystals. And the long skirt under the cloak can make people see the strange resin-like material on the soles, as if she had just crossed a stream that immersed her toes. Uriel didn't know what the differences were in the mist elves' requirements for appearance, but no matter how you looked at it, the earl's facial features were quite in line with human aesthetics.
In Kamaria Uriel met the ancestor of the fog elves, King of Alanvor, Nikles. He looks very different from the current fog elf. The only thing the apprentices found in common were the pointed ears on the sides of their heads. Sauron told him that the ring was a symbol of the ancient bloodline of the elves.
The "Element Devourer" smiled before him.
"Chloe's young man." She put her hands behind her back and moved forward. The green cloak fluttered in the air for a moment. "You are not a Lord Kongjing, but you are wearing a ring that belongs to him. This behavior is more than disrespectful."
"This is my mentor's ring." Uriel replied. "Similarly, I think keeping a distance is also the kind of reserve a woman should have when meeting someone for the first time."
Ellanor tilted his head. "That's right." She took a step back lightly. The elves of the envoy just now walked out of the stairs. "It seems that we will have to return to the habits of the human kingdom. Am I right that His Excellency will not prepare a banquet for us? I am sure he will not. I know the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Tower, as Understanding people's swords is the same." She deliberately drew her dagger.
Compared to before he broke into the church's forbidden area, Uriel was much sharper. "My mentor is not here." At least I know what it means to be an apprentice of the White Envoy. He rubbed the ring Sauron. This guy thought I was going to do it, and he was determined to impress.
"What a pity. I still miss him. The weather in the Harvest Moon is still too hot, and there is no moisture in the air." Earl Ellanor smiled calmly, "How about you please let us go?"
Uriel understood where her conclusion came from. The sense of mystery is sometimes wrong, so you can't trust it completely. The elf baroness's sensitive detection of elements seems to transcend mundane skills and reach a mysterious realm.
The advantage of information is, as always, the secret to winning. "His Majesty the Lion and Lady Dorothea are resting upstairs." He replied calmly. "If you decide to visit, then please come with me."
The arrogant leader of the mist elf envoy was silent for a long time, and the apprentice could sense suspicion in her eyes. Her adjutant had always looked ugly, and the apprentice could also tell that she had something to say, but she did not dare to speak in front of Earl Ellanor. But Earl Honggu also noticed something strange about her.
"Give my regards to both Your Excellencies." She finally compromised. "Fife Tanner's mission will be on the second floor to welcome visitors from Croita if necessary."
When they returned to the room, the witch handed Uriel a cup of coffee. "I'm surprised by your choice."
He was somewhat flattered by such appreciation.
"I hope you are satisfied, ma'am. I just feel that we don't have extra time to waste on irrelevant people."
"I really want to meet that count." The lion said reluctantly.
The Faf Tanner envoy and Chloe's team were not equal in status. If Uriel allowed the fog elf to enter the third floor, his negotiation would be unnecessary. However, the apprentice said that there was nothing he could do about His Majesty the Lion's regrets.
Lady Helen Dorothea pretended not to hear him. She dropped a sugar cube into her cup and recounted the history and architecture of Kamaria. There is no need to be wary of mist elf traps, such communication is relaxing. Uriel almost lost track of time. When he drinks the "liquid gold coins" from the pot, Joey returns.
Uriel had to go and open the window for him.
"Don't tell me you flew back from the palace." The lion complained.
"Has Faf Tanner's envoy arrived?" The White Envoy ignored his nonsense.
"It's just downstairs. Your little apprentice has just finished handling their affairs. The leader is the Earl of Red Valley. I thought she wouldn't let go of his ring."
Uriel felt Sauron shaking angrily, as if he was planning to jump up and hit the Lion on the nose. With Joey present, this guy got a lot bolder.
As for the story between Earl of Red Valley and the ring, Ms. Helen was not shy about sharing it with him. Lord Ellanor once demanded that a tower astrologer who strayed into Fifetanner hand over the ring, and the latter was forced to do so. "Eye of Iron" Mr. Larson was very angry and sent this idiot to the Logistics Department to dig tree roots for the alchemists and asked the fog elves to return the ring. But when the Foreign Office garrison arrived at Fifetanner, Lord Ellanor said guiltily that it had been absorbed.
"That's my ring," Joey said.
If Elanor takes Sauron away, she probably won't be able to leave Iron Claw. Uriel knew this and used it to scare the fog elves. In the final analysis, the ring is just a rune life...even if the apprentice thinks it actually has a soul.
Ronald smiled dryly. "I don't think Rubin will like what you are doing, Lord Commander. Of course, we all know that there is nothing he likes."
"What are they here for?" asked the witch. "They are not going to the Ice Territory to find Kamaria, are they?"
"I'm afraid so."
"How does the Ministry of Foreign Affairs decide?"
The messenger seemed to glance at Uriel. There was an undeniability in his gaze. "Let them go."
"Let them go? Ice Territory Leader?"
"Venivas is not just a remote earldom. Mortals have mortal rules, and high-level mysteries will not benefit there."
The apprentice couldn't help but think of the treasures and ruins in the snowy mountains. Venevoise was built on the old site of Alainvor and had experienced a tragic massacre. Although the incident of the Broken Moon God has ended, Joey still believes that it is full of dangers. What danger does he mean?
"Is the Ice Territory a mysterious place?"
"That's the domain of werewolves and ice witches."
The Witch of Destiny suddenly lost interest. "Belti's disciple." There was obvious contempt in her tone.
"No matter what these elves are here for, it has nothing to do with our purpose." Bai Zhizhi said, "The great court magician Lawrence Norman welcomes us to the Four-leaf Territory, because staying in the White Tower will make him nervous. Blood The prophecy is still confidential information, I hope you won’t waste your time.”
The lion roared. "I won't stay too long in a place where I'm not welcome." His blond hair shook, Ronald stood up. "We can leave before dawn. If I hadn't waited for you, I would have caught her long ago."
"Do you want to cause a commotion?" the witch scolded, "Sit down, Uncle Ronald. Fate will enlighten us and save us a lot of trouble. Otherwise, why would I come here?"
The lion scratched the back of his head and did as he was told. Uriel thought they were going to quarrel. "Lion" Zachary's reputation in the tower has never been one of kindness, but perhaps his attitude towards women is an exception.
Helen the witch began to perform magic.
Different from Joey, although the mystery of the great astrologer also gives people a sense of vast oppression, as if you are facing the boundless starry sky, it contains the meaning of tolerance and acceptance, which is gentler than the power of the messenger. For the first time, Uriel truly felt the "fire", as if Lady Dorothea's soul was a soft mysterious flame. The magic power flowed and expanded in her body, but he could feel it like a fog and couldn't see clearly.
He suddenly felt creepy.
The candle behind Helen Dorothea suddenly went out. Her palms were facing up, as if she were holding smoke or water, or as if she was waiting for something to fall into it. The magic power in her body kept fluctuating and gushing. In the nameless man's vision, Uriel saw countless beautiful starlight spots around the Witch of Destiny. They surrounded her, sprinkled on her braids, and gathered into a colorful halo. She exudes a psychedelic and cold fragrance that uplifts people's spirits.
"Don't dream." Uriel was awakened by his mentor like ice water showering his head. He didn't know when he was standing behind him. "Don't look at her crystal. Fate-related witchcraft can make you so disoriented that you won't even realize you're dreaming. Lucid dreaming. Have you ever experienced it?"
The apprentice really woke up this time. The magical scene in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and the stars and halo no longer existed. Ms. Helen held a colorless transparent crystal sphere in her hand, with wisps of colorful mist in it. The colors flow and stretch, forming a solemn scene under the sun.
"She has been here," said the 'Witch of Destiny' in a dreamy voice.
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