"Are Yetis afraid of the sun?" Hitarian asked curiously.
"Otherwise they wouldn't live in the snowy mountains!"
"Then how did Hedas do it?"
"Witches use magical witchcraft. Their power is not the same as that of the wizards of the Silent School. From the perspective of the mysterious system, the wizards of the school use orthodox witchcraft and study mysterious spells, while the witches are better at ritual magic. Sacrifice and vicious curses have a soft spot."
"Curse?!" Hitarian was startled. Somehow, she always felt that the nightmare that the gospel brought to them was also a curse.
"Don't be afraid. Only a few witches are willing to learn the curse, because it hurts people and does not let the caster go. Hedath is not a black witch. She once led the Ice Witch to the Snowman Tundra to open up a new settlement—— No, I'm right. Although Hedas lived near the Yeti tribe, she was indeed a witch. But at that time, she was still the White Moon Witch, worshiping the moon with the werewolves." When Shitarian raised questions, Wei Turk gave the most detailed explanation he could, "The Ice Witch has a shorter history than the White Moon Witch, but it is still hundreds of years old. Do you know the White Moon Witch?"
"My mother told me that." Of course, she just heard it as a story. Hitarian also has peaceful childhood memories. She and Ruth listened to bedtime songs and legends in her mother's arms. At that time, Ruth had more problems than she did, and it was not easy to fall asleep. Their mother's stories accompany them in their dreams until the fire goes out. Hitarian barely remembers how little he was then.
"In short, Hedath was originally the White Moon Witch, but after returning to her hometown, she used the mystery of the snowman to deviate from her inheritance. The Ice Witch can give people good luck, which is something the original White Moon sect is not good at. .”
They had walked into the wilderness, surrounded by golden grass. The sky turned a magnificent orange-red, and the road rolled by the carriage became looming in the distance. Rocks and poplar trees stand among the low ferns, and raspberries and some unknown berries are scattered among the green stems and leaves. Hitarian accidentally lost the trace of Ruth. When Witek pulled his sister out from behind the dense pennisetum, her beautiful long copper-red hair was covered with withered cockleburs.
"Is Ruth's lucky magic related to the Ice Witch?" Hitarian put his sister on the horse and jumped down to walk. "She's a witch?"
"I don't know." The northerner said, "I am not a mystic scholar. But don't worry, when Byrne comes, someone will come to identify the truth of Ruth's magic." He showed a familiar smile again. "No matter what, the power of luck is rare
have to. Maybe the lord will pay attention to our little painter. "
Witek has explained basic common sense to her about associations and lords these days. Hitarian did not feel honored: "What will the lord do with our...Ruth's magic?"
"Don't do anything." Witek supported Ruth who was twisting on the horse. "The Lord is paying attention to her because of whether her ability will cause trouble. 'Luck' is not a big deal, but Ruth's luck does not come out of thin air. Mystery sometimes corrodes the user's body. This is not an uncommon situation."
I'm even more worried. Hitarian glanced at the confused Ruth and did not ask the question again. Two days later they arrived at Whinney Watts.
"There are many adventurers here." Hitarian was wrapped in furs and scarves, but he wanted to cover his eyes as well. The passing carriage stirred up snow foam, and the northerners shielded them behind them with their broad cloaks.
"Watch the road." He didn't hear what she was saying. In fact, he was absent-minded as soon as he arrived at Winnie Watts. The vigilance and worry that had been consumed by Hitarian on the long journey grew again. She twisted her wrist, wondering if Whittaker was lying to her. This is not without precedent: human traffickers lure homeless children and lost children away from their hometowns and make them slaves in places where they will never be able to return.
Four Leaf City can be called the place with the best security in the entire southern country, but even so, there are not a few people abducted every day. There are even cases where noble ladies are bought and sold. At that time, Hitarian saw the girl who had worshiped with an official in the church boarding a broken carriage in a deserted alley. The next day her missing person notice was posted on the bulletin boards of every bus stop. Patrol knights searched the city, but only found her family crest that she had left behind.
The northerners who led them away from their homeland seemed to sense her shrinking. "Don't worry." He comforted in a very soft voice, "No one can see your faces. You are wearing scarves, it's too cold." As long as you cover your face, the wanted posters for Hitarian and Ruth will be It won't have any effect. What's more, the Ice Territory is known as a paradise for criminals and deserters. It has also been severely purged due to the gathering of unknown people. From this point of view, there are not many of them in the city.
Wittek was right, it was too cold. She felt Ruth's body trembling beneath layers of cooked cowhide and wool. My body was fine, but my limbs were stiff from the cold. The severe cold in Wenivaz was the only one Shitarian had ever seen in her life. Every step she took, she had to look at whether there were any lumps of snow or icy soil under her feet, so as not to fall on Wittek.
Passing by a brightly lit shop, they rested behind a storm board. Winnie Watts could not
A bus that works during the Frost Moon, when people rely on hardy livestock and their own legs to travel. There are more of the latter than the former, because the ground here is not as smooth and rough as that of Yotsuye Castle, and heavy-loaded mounts often break their legs on the ice. The windbreaks were made of solid stone, dark and cold, but reliable enough. The edges of the roads in Venevoise are dotted with such bunkers, preventing strong winds from penetrating the city and taking away the heat that people rely on to survive.
Witek faced the girls sideways, his fingers in his thick fur gloves flicking on the leather armor from time to time. He seemed very anxious. Where's Byrne? What about the home of the nameless ones and the warm and pleasant city that Wittek spoke of? Hitarian saw a large cloud of white mist spraying out from the ears of the northerners, and then there were broken sentences in the wind: "...the dark night has advanced... Kamaria..."
Ruth sneezed and circled dishonestly around her.
"Children." The northerner finally spoke in a clear voice. "It's too bad. It's so cold. This damn place has always been like this. Damn it." He swallowed an unpleasant word. "It's freezing, isn't it? You're shivering. Poor kids, you have to follow me, a fool, south to the cold." He wrapped the twins in his cloak. Surprisingly, his embrace was warm and the cold bothered him much less than others. "By the gods, I waited twenty more minutes! Bastard!" he suddenly yelled.
It was then that Hitarian realized someone had entered the wind shelter. She poked her head out of the leather and saw a black figure approaching in the wind and snow. The visitor's footsteps were drowned in the shriek of the wind, and the cloak behind him flew like a flag. He drifted into the bunker like a black cloud.
"There are some trivial matters in the city." The visitor said.
Similar to Wittek, he is shrouded in a mist. Hitarian could see his cloak and long leather boots, as well as the bishou on his leggings. Judging from his voice, he is older than the northerners, and that sense of vicissitudes of life is reflected in his timbre. The throat wrapped in mink fur seemed to be filled with unclean sand. Strangely, Hitarian could feel his gaze on him through the mist and snow. And for this person, she couldn't get the little bit of intimacy from Ruth. Could it be that he is not an unknown person?
"Young man." Before Witek could blurt out another curse, the person spoke first. "And he doesn't look like he's been hurt, which is rare. Come on, kids. Let's go home." He held out his hand to them.
"Who are you?" Kitarian couldn't help asking sharply, even though Witek had told them something.
"I am Celsus Domnur. The Vigil of Bairn, the City of Reflections
people. I will take you back to the homeland built by our compatriots, and it will be your home too. Do not be afraid. Celsus said. When he held Hitarian's hand through the thick leather, she found that the intimacy finally appeared. "My abilities are more reserved than that brat's, child." ” He completely ignored Wittek’s annoyed look.
"But..." Hitarian looked at the northerner who brought them here. He seemed to show no sign of following.
"You should trust me more, good boy." Celsus muttered. "After all, I am more trustworthy than a guy wearing a mask." She didn't know who was wearing a mask. Is there a fifth person here?
"If you have that ability, we can exchange jobs." Wittek said.
"I lost one of my ears and can't even put on my glasses, so there's no need to talk about masks." Celsus replied cheerfully. He even explained the reason to Hitarian: "Bain is the heaven on earth for the nameless people. We need messengers to send the nameless people who are left behind back to their safe homes. They will face many dangers, so they have to change their appearance, and even Forget who you are and what your name is. These people wear masks." He winked at the northerners. "Little guy, you know that the man in front of you is called Witek Shazo, but you don't know that this name does not belong to him, but a mask uniformly worn by the messengers."
Hitarian could not hide his surprise. "Then...all Mr. Witek Shazo are...?"
"This is not necessarily true. There will always be people with the same name, unless we cast magic on the name. You need a method to identify them, and I will teach you when the time comes...but you won't be able to use it." Celsus said, "Fortunately This is just a fake name. If you really changed your face, I would still have to worry about whether I would be able to recognize you!"
"Anyway, your old eyesight is dim, it doesn't matter whether you recognize him or not." The northerner counterattacked.
"The snow in Venevoise is so heavy that it doesn't matter whether you have eyes or not." Celsus was not angry at all. "You still think I came too late? You don't know how early the darkest night comes."
"I know now." Wittek waved his hand and let Ruth get out from under the cloak. "Let's go quickly, don't talk nonsense here. They are like two frozen little sparrows." Hitarian wanted to say something else, but he stepped directly out of the range of the windshield. Just a blink of an eye in the strong wind, and the figure of the northerner disappeared.
What am I going to say, she thought, to stay or to say goodbye? Ruth leaned in her arms with a pale face, but Hitarian felt a little lost. He saved us.
"You'll see him again."
Celsus promised, “A messenger will not remain a messenger forever.”
"Then will I be the messenger?" she heard herself ask.
The night watchman of Byrne smiled amusedly. "You can't tell, kid. We all have people we want to be." He opened the door behind Hitarian. She didn't even notice that there was a door in the wall!
The stone door slowly opened. Hitarian didn't know whether there was a cold wind mixed with ice behind it. She knew she needed to consider magic within the realm of possibility, but her knowledge of the mysteries was limited to the few words she had heard. What will I see? A road paved with flowers and sunshine? A spooky and narrow secret room tunnel?
...but neither. Hitarian saw a gray wall behind the opened stone door. She couldn't help but recall the thickness of the storm panels, and found that the stone door was almost half as thick as the bunker.
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"Our walls are no better than those of Venice," Celsus said cheerfully. "Come on, follow me. While no one is around now, the door to the City of Reflection will be open for you. Follow me, there is nothing to be afraid of."
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"The Screaming Castle has been breached." The news spread throughout the streets, and people were discussing it in every adventurer bar in Six Fingers Castle.
"It is said to be the purge of the Cross Knights." A certain mercenary said swornly. "At that time, someone across the swamp saw golden flames rising in the valley."
"I heard they are Paladins." A man wearing torn boots retorted, "Lucia's followers have long wanted to eradicate these heretics. They sneak into the Boot Valley and move secretly at night, and are not afraid of the mystery bonus given to vampires at night. They can do this!"
"Didn't the Paladins leave Eastman?"
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"That's not necessarily the case. They always like to run around on Binya Io and punish people. The Paladin hates the vampires to the core. When Screaming Castle meets Lucia's priest, it is easy to burn it to the ground. "
"I think it is the work of demons. Baron Posier is in Screaming Castle, and it is impossible for normal people to fight against him. It must be demons. They can use the magic of the evil dragon of hell."
This guess seems to have some validity. What follows is even more ridiculous: "Isn't it the revenge of the ghosts of those who were killed by the vampires? The lake of bones is crawling with bones, seeking to die with their enemies."
Uriel was pouring a large glass of apple cider vinegar down his throat, but he almost choked when he heard this. He suspected that people who made such speculations were mostly inspired by the undead disaster in Yotsuye City, and their ability to associate was very limited.
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