Mist drifted through the forest, and a faint light flickered in the shrubs. Anchuan stopped in front of a calamus and saw two gray badgers rolling into their nest. The sound of his footsteps was sucked away by the pine needles, but the sound of beetles scratching and eating the leaves was particularly obvious. The forest is still like this. If you want solitude or excitement, it will give it to you. When he travels, he will always feel sadness and nostalgia dragging his feet, but Shimmering Forest is the hometown of all forest believers, where he will find comfort and then develop the courage to move forward.
Teaching Rama was as difficult as lighting the fire. He didn't know exactly why he made this decision. I should leave the child in Iron Claw and send him to the White Tower. The convent and those girls, he knew what that meant without even thinking. There's no need for him to take such a risk, right? Risk-takers always like to take risks...but still to get rewarded. Exploring new roads and finding new secrets has nothing to do with dealing with human traffickers! Many people are willing to sell their children and daughters in exchange for money and status. They don't need anyone to seek justice for them in the first place, and they would love to have such an opportunity.
Yasukawa has seen worse situations and has often accepted similar commissions. Sometimes the life of an adventurer is disgusting, and many feel they have no other job to do. He talked about that trip in front of Roma - the scenery of the sunset grassland was shocking, but the defense against attacks by wolves and bandits made him exhausted.
After all, we run for a living and flaunt our freedom: people who have no ability go to the pub to get drunk all night long, and then shamelessly take credit; people who think they have the ability go to the bulletin board to evaluate whether they can complete the tasks of life - only then It's the damnedest. We do have choices, but those choices are given to us by our employers. Anchuan couldn't help but think of the blood descendant who escaped. The adventurer picks the one he likes and then collects money to do the work. The spirit of contract means that he must either give up his reward or his sense of justice. Heather, does order mean I have to choose between bottom line and survival? My efforts can be valued by others at will, but my persistence is not worth mentioning. Is this the truth?
This was not the first time he had thought about this problem, and for this reason he gave up the mercenary group's logo and came to the south. However, the further he walked, the thought came to him more frequently than when he left Skluguk. He originally thought that he was different from others, but in front of Roma, he felt that he was no different from others. This child doesn't understand anything... and doesn't need to understand anything. She is Croita's apprentice, so she doesn't need to think so much. And Anchuan must go to Shimmer Forest to consider the gains and losses. He suspected that he knew the answer to the question, but had gradually forgotten it during the journey.
It's my right to give up the mission, Yasukawa thought. Like I'm praying for the devil. To be honest, this situation is nothing at all. Gao Huan can be considered a high-end combat power in the church. There were other reasons for his worries, far more worthy of concern than the Crusaders...
It was time to remember his goal, and he stroked the red stripe on his longbow. He had always prepared the ritual materials for lighting the fire, but Yasukawa didn't know whether it would be useful at the end of the Path of Death. Most likely not. Roma Penelope was the river on which the goddess came to test him. If I agree to help her, I will be qualified for the trial.
When the little lion crawled ashore wet and dried himself with a fire, she saw Anchuan's figure falling from the tree. "You were too slow, Roma. I had to come to you," he commented.
"The current was very fast, as if it was deliberately preventing me from swimming forward."
"That's a river, not a stagnant pool. The river is going to flow downward, no matter what you think." The delay in Shimmer Forest was temporary, and Anchuan had decided to continue moving. "Let's go to the east. It's not safe for you here." He taught her to follow and gave the girl a flint engraved with magic inscriptions. As soon as Roma took it, it burst into illusory flames. Water mist, thicker than forest mist, rose above her head, as if the little lion had just emerged from the steam room. She sneezed.
Roma was surprised to see this thing. "Mysterious object? I haven't seen it in Blumnot."
"It was the alchemy product of the mist elves in the ancestors' time. It was probably found in some ruins. Yes, it was reported over there in Winnivas. A lot of people went to dig for treasures in that hellish place where people froze to death, and found Most of them are useless antiques... Of course, you can also find some practical items." Windrunner dealt with her casually.
"Brumnot has absorbent bath towels, but they don't sell well. Bath towels? Bath towels are the cloth you use to wipe your body after bathing, not the linen from the monastery."
"It's pretty good. Maybe my next stop after leaving Sodria should be the City of Floating Clouds."
"What's to the east?" asked the little lion.
"Mysterious place." Yasukawa said. Roma couldn't help but stand on end, as if she felt the crisis was approaching. "Danger? You must understand that trials are the most dangerous. There are casualties in Windrunner's trials, mostly related to the lack of skills of the apprentices themselves. But there are also some factors that are indispensable...the most important of which is: no one disturbs. As for the mystery Land. Your Floating Cloud City is also a mysterious place. As long as you stay calm and don't provoke the Sheriff, it won't be a big deal. Do you understand? Find the rules and you will be safe there."
The little lion was dubious. "What is that mysterious place like? Do you know the rules there?" Even though her face remained confident, her nervousness was still reflected in her contracted fingers.
She still has some negligible sense of self-preservation. "I know it very well." Anchuan asked her to pay attention to her feet. "This is the key. If you break it, you will never come out of the mysterious place."
"Do I have to wear boots there?"
"And it's not to guard against gravel spikes." Yasukawa said, "There are things much scarier than them. Be careful, little Roma. I really don't want you to fail here." If you succeed, I will set the fire The ritual is used on you. It’s not a waste either.
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Dark, dense fog is not a specialty of Shimmer Forest. Ever since people began using fire as a way to cleanse the world, the air quality in Knox, especially in the Mist City, has become worse. The fog here is completely different from the morning fog in the forest. When Agatha walked on the streets of San Carlos, she would rather cut off her nose and lungs and wash them in a fish tank. Or simply collect the blockage and take it away. In this way, I might have something to burn in Frost Moon's fireplace.
"Isn't there a kind priest who can save this damn weather?" She felt that even with the mesh blocking it, something seemed to be drilling into her throat when she opened her mouth. "It doesn't matter if it's Lucia, Gaia, or Otto. As long as it's not Surte."
"I hope it's Suviliya." Bai Zhizhi said coldly.
They passed through a neat row of blue houses, each identical. The ground is paved with a layer of fine black-gray sandstone, and streetlights evenly distributed on both sides of the road appear from time to time. The poles and bases are also uniformly blue. In the mist, there seemed to be a dark shadow flashing past. I don’t know if it’s a pedestrian or a ghost.
What am I doing in this damn place? Agatha frowned and touched the Blackbird badge unconsciously, feeling overwhelmingly regretful. A few days ago, she was visited by Chief McCann, who involuntarily lost the mission to her. The detective lady was puzzled and opened her mouth to ask whether the police chief's brain was going crazy because it had deteriorated to its limit. The rebellion in San Carlos has dominated the headlines in newspapers around the city in recent days, and the White Emissary from the Tower is about to arrive to mediate. Agatha didn't understand what all this had to do with her.
"Don't give me nonsense." Chief Vegetable yelled, "You can't blame me at all, understand? It's entirely your own fault. Don't you recognize the Lord Commander's apprentice? No matter how hard I try, it's useless. It falls directly to the problem. You're in trouble!" He looked even more annoyed than Agatha. "Don't the idiots in the Affairs Department know that there are more cases in the Sheriff's Department than there are stars in the sky? Misdirection! Adding chaos! Gaia, they This is all nonsense!”
"What can I do in San Carlos?" At this point, Agatha was more concerned about this.
"Mostly it's the assistant's job. The situation in the San Carlos branch is too bad, and the White Envoy doesn't understand our system. You have to be responsible for the communication between the two."
"Is there no one stationed in that damn place?"
"That's the problem. Our garrison was missing for three days, and the Sheriff's Department found his chopped body, with the stumps spelled out to declare war on Chloe." Johnny also sighed: "Diplomacy Our casualty rate is several times higher than ours, how can anyone be willing to go to a vassal country?"
Some people can’t wait! Agatha thought of some famous apprentice. It is said that he participated in the Fall of the Moonbreaker, which was undoubtedly a hundred times more dangerous experience than the San Carlos Rebellion. Before leaving the tower, he gave up astrology and chose the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Many people found it incredible. Currently, this guy was taken by his mentor to Binya Aio for internship, but he was left alone on land halfway. The return of the White Emissary to Blumnot is not good news, either for him or for me.
Even Johnny could see the danger. Chief Vegetable handles cases based on intuition, and is good at avoiding trouble and attracting investments. But he had no idea that Agatha's danger was not limited to those stupid rebels in San Carlos. Obviously, no one here can block Bai Zhizhi's sword... Naturally, she can't either.
The dense fog surged in the silence, pushing each other to spread. Agatha only saw a flash of sword light. Before she could find the enemy, the sound of an object falling to the ground came from behind. A transparent frost dagger gradually solidified in the messenger's hand. She forced herself not to look away and went over to inspect the body.
The ice blade pierced the throat of the intruder, and the coldness caused the blood to clot. Agatha sensed the key at a glance. "A rebel, driven by black magic. His brain is full of steamed paste. I can smell it."
