"As far as I know, the newspaper owner doesn't even have a noble title. No count who is short of manpower would personally meet with a commoner just for a few unprofessional nightingales." Dalton hoped that DeWitt could give up this stupid idea. "What else are you trying to do, my lord?"
"What does it mean to make a fool of myself? My most trusted knight has someone he loves. As a lord, I have the right to confirm whether this new friend will distract him." The captain of the guard knew DeWitt, and the young earl's joke revealed it. He was very interested at the moment. "Let's go. The night is still long. I just can't wait."
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What is the second way?
Uriel didn't understand what that sentence meant or how it came about. According to the nature elf Mabel Magdalen, it is difficult for rune life to function normally in places where the lines of law are chaotic. They are magically constructed mysteries, not real souls.
Could it be Joey? Is he reminding me to find another way out? After all, the mentor used the ring to send messages not once or twice. Uriel wished that Joey was around so that many things would have simple solutions. But Croita obviously thinks so too.
And it was just a dream. The "Joey" in it is his anchor, not a real person. Sooner or later I will have to deal with the troubles of the vassal state myself. He told himself so. The words "try the second way" could not have been said by Sauron. What could tamper with the words frost was the mist that lingered in the forest, and Uriel suspected that it was responsible.
The dream had ended at this moment, and he hesitated in front of the cave, unable to make up his mind. He already knew what happened in the tunnel, and the Seven Lamps House and its owner were no longer an unknown secret. But Uriel has not yet learned the whereabouts of Roma, and even the mystery of the mysterious object is still one step away from being revealed. He instinctively wanted to repeat everything in the dream, but those last words stopped him.
This road is blocked. He thought, based on Ms. Mabel's theory, that the mist was Heather's miracle. Could it be that the instructions from the Forest Goddess were not the Seven Lights Cottage? She wants me to stay away from here?
He suddenly thought of the exotic flowers and plants on the way here. Maybe the fog didn't drive me here. Uriel turned around and looked around. It was quiet. It was my intrusion into Mabel's garden that freed me from the fog. If the guidance of the goddess Heather is a miracle, the "Seven Lamps" cabin is also a mysterious place. This is not the place I should come. He suspected that Mabel's theory of "divine guidance" was also fallacious.
But even so, Uriel could not turn around and leave. Should you embark on an unknown road, or follow the dream prompts to find the answer to the mystery that is just around the corner? What on earth is he going to do? Time is running out and soon Mabel Magdalen will be back.
"Give me some more hints, Sauron." He said to himself. "Do you know how to call the little oil-rubber humans? Or will the goddess guide me to find Miss Roma?"
Try the second way. Perhaps this sentence implies that he has to use other methods to obtain information. Regarding the White Night Rose and the mysterious items, the apprentice could temporarily suppress his curiosity, but he had to get the news about the little humans.
He suddenly realized that he didn't necessarily need to ask for help from Ms. Mabel. When the snake crawled past his eyes, the look he looked back at was still vivid in his mind. I can't create any more complications, he told himself. After entering the "Seven Lamps" hut, Uriel will get more time than he gives. No matter where that cryptic reminder came from, he was determined to carry it out.
But making up your mind is one thing, being able to do it is another. Uriel slowly backed away, and sure enough he didn't bump into anything, nor did he step on the gorgeous and terrifying "Beauty Invitation" under his shoes. I hope the decorations on Lady Mabel's fingers were not inspired by it. The apprentice thought as he walked around the entrance of the cave. The two bluebirds stared at his movements, seemingly puzzled by his withdrawal. Uriel waved his hand, and the bird flapped its wings and flew away.
There is a thick fog outside, and the hole will encounter Sylvia and her jailer. He must avoid them and prevent Ms. Mabel from discovering his uninvited guest. Fortunately, the cave opened on the mountain wall, and Uriel walked along countless hanging vines, as if walking between heavy curtains.
The garden is gradually revealing its face. Uriel saw a water lily as big as a wheel, dark blue dandelions growing in the cracks and more "invitations of beauty". The bird's nest is located in an old banyan tree. This place gave him a strange, strange feeling. The apprentice walked deeper and soon saw the white night rose mentioned by Ms. Mabel.
Before enjoying the unique delicacy, the garden owner undoubtedly reproduced its kind. These roses bloom in individual flowerbeds, and the fantastic colors look like ink flowing on white silk. Some flowers also have pink stems. Uriel had never seen this picture before, and his appreciation level prevented him from understanding something deeper than beauty, the praises of hopes and ideals that the elven ladies told him. However, for a rose, there seems to be no nobler artistic conception than beauty. Forget it, she only cares about the taste of "white night".
The nature spirit's garden was bounded by countless purple-leafed privet trees, and Uriel held his breath as he squeezed through the branches. Thick fog suddenly surrounded him. The goddess's attention is quite concentrated. He thought happily.
What comes next is the point. Uriel took out the parchment and let his magic power gradually recover. This uneasy process continued until he recited the incantation.
The Word evokes
"Write your name on the green leaves, and let nature be by your side." It almost doesn't sound like a magic spell.
Magic arouses mystery and is conveyed in the mist. Uriel prayed that his magic would work. In Mabel's cabin, the apprentice encounters the snake. From this he learned the "explanation" of magic. It’s just that the elf lady claimed that the small oil-rubber humans only appeared in front of forest races, and that only nature elves and tree shepherds could successfully learn. The magic given by each profession has a similar premise, and I hope it is no different from Aloof Praise.
But Uriel didn't see his hand turn into a vine, let alone a snake. He was about to try again under the cover of Mr. Eze's magic, when suddenly the crown of a spruce tree in front of him shook violently.
Uriel tightened his grip on the snow-white sword hilt. "Oil-rubber little humans?" he asked tentatively.
With a pop, a large ball of leaves and several long nuts fell in front of his toes. The apprentice restrained himself from almost drawing the sword with his right hand, but he could not restrain himself from touching his head. "Who are you, human?" This sentence was said in magic script, with a strange accent.
"A traveler in need of help," Uriel replied, not finding the source of the sound yet. "Don't refuse in a hurry. The person I'm looking for is a forest believer."
"Is it the green elf?"
"I'm sorry I can't say it directly. Are you a little rubber-rubber human?"
A nut on the ground turned over on its own. Uriel was now mentally prepared. He watched a strange little man with long hair emerge from the nut shell. It has human-like limbs and head, with two leaves tied to its waist and abdomen. Under its savage-like thick hair, there are three eyes with hexagonal pupils and a big mouth, no nose, and two tufts of long hair growing on its ears. When it opened its mouth to speak, the big purple-red tongue rolled around in its mouth, as if it had been burned and had no place to rest.
"Do you think I'm young enough?" it asked. "You're not looking for green elves, are you? Only these guys think we are little humans. According to me, green elves call all races smaller than rabbits little humans, as if we are close relatives with humans."
It speaks the truth. "I'm sorry." Uriel quickly apologized, "I just heard it from hearsay, and I didn't mean to offend." After seeing the true face of the little oil-rubber people, he also felt that this weird name was a bit untrue. "And it's not a nature spirit I'm looking for. I'm Uriel. What shall I call you, this not-so-young gentleman?"
The little rubber man looked at him carefully. "There is my name on the green leaves." Its accent made it difficult for the apprentice to hear it. "My name is Sparrow Wine."
"Hello, Mr. Sparrow Wine."
"No. I am Sparrow Wine, not Mr. Sparrow Wine." it corrected. "Don't be so rude, Uriel."
This was the first time Uriel received such inexplicable criticism. He suspected that the other party might not understand his explanation, so he simply admitted it. "Okay, then I'll call you Sparrow Wine." The small humans are definitely not close relatives of humans, and "sir" is definitely not a polite term for every race. "Can you help me find someone? She is in the Shimmer Forest. She is a lion girl."
"You're a human," it muttered, "and you're looking for a leonine. What do you want to do to her?"
"She could be in danger. My mission is to bring her home."
Sparrow Wine looked at him. "Someone told you that the forest race will not be stingy in helping its companions." It shook its head, "So how do you prove that you are not the danger she faces?"
I am dangerous, as perhaps you will soon understand. Uriel showed it the Nightwhisper Ring. When Joey handed Sauron to him, the apprentice never thought he would rely on it so much. "That girl is Croita's apprentice." Does the tower's reputation matter?
The little human stared at the patterns on it for a while, and even pulled his ear hairs with his hands. "Looks like I have to do this for you," it announced in a weird voice. "Who asked us to live in Eastman."
It agreed. Uriel discovered that along with his frustration came a strange sense of pride. "Are you willing to help me find Roma?" He was very surprised.
"Why not? Croita's attitude is on the one hand, and the difference between mortals and mysterious creatures is on the other... Since Roma is a follower of Heather, I have to help." Sparrow Wine said. "Yes. This is the most important point. But before that you have to answer me a question. That's right. It's the magic that calls me. I have to find out. Tell me, Uriel, who taught you the secret language of nature. ?Is it Mabel Magdalen?”
