The lord's study was shrouded in darkness, the fire in the fireplace was extinguished, and the curtains seemed thicker than the stone walls. Dalton stood at DeWitt's desk, while the Count lay disheveled on the sofa, his back to him. Ignore the messy sheets and pillows, this place is no different from the daytime. "There's a lot I can't figure out lately, DeWitt, and it's keeping me up at night."
"Why, so hungry that you can't sleep? You should have seriously participated in the game."
game? You are playing more wildly than you did in Iron Claw City, Lord Count. "I met Sir Laurent."
The lord frowned: "Is he still not honest?"
"He told me something else." Dalton heard someone's own voice speaking.
The voice was so smooth and calm that it could not have come from his throat. Maybe I fell asleep as soon as I got into bed, and the kitchen and the chance encounter were just fantasies, not to mention DeWitt's study. He remembered that the count had not finished having fun after disembarking, but everyone, including him, was already exhausted. Playing also requires physical strength. DeWitt went straight back to his study after dinner, as the bedroom was further up in the tower. Dalton grasped the hilt of the sword and felt the power that the mystery brought to him. "He seems to know that I am not keeping vigil tonight."
DeWitt said vaguely in the affirmative. "It's not surprising that he has an informant in Chaosheng Castle. Is there anything else?"
I know who his spy is, Dalton wanted to say, his words stuck in his throat. Tell him you didn't, he heard some guy urging. Go quickly, don't disturb the count's rest. Go back to your bedroom and treat tonight as a dream. Dalton didn't know how he was standing here. Suddenly, his soul seemed to be freed from the confinement of his body, and this feeling was actually familiar to him.
A few minutes ago, the touch of magic arrived in the lord's study before him. Two knights were waiting outside the door. Dalton knocked on the door expressionlessly, "Your Majesty."
The room fell silent for a moment. "Dalton? Did you bring any candles?"
"No, my lord." He wanted to shoo me away.
"Forget it, come in." But the lord's order was the same as before, nothing unusual. Grady's expression was somewhat hesitant when he gave up his position, and his movements were not very neat. All the details were vividly visible, and he could see them even in the dark. He was the night elf of Tinudal, and these were his instincts, instincts that life in the human kingdom could not erase.
Dalton shook off the memories as if he were free of body and emotion: "He said he had helped Ingrid."
"Oh, then it seems I should give him some reward." The lord responded lightly. "When the time comes and he is asked to manage the merchants under Giles, the fleet commander can be replaced by someone else. Anyway, he always feels that he is a vampire. He's a little shorter in front of him."
"No need, Sir Laurent has other business secretly."
"This is the first time I've heard of it. What kind of business does Nightingale not even know about?"
"Skin and flesh business." The cursed sword was unsheathed quietly and the sheets were gently lifted. The woman was naked, huddled between the snow-white blankets. She has an inhumanly charming face, which is currently buried in messy short purple hair. She screamed as the tip of the sword cut through her skin. "I'm afraid only a few people know about his business," Dalton said. "As a result, no one in the room is unclear now." The amethyst at the end of the sword hilt lit up, just like Ingrid's tearful eyes.
The temperature in the study suddenly dropped to freezing point.
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Uriel held his sword and hid behind the tree, with a few stray silver lilies blooming in front of him. The internal layout of the church varies, but from the outside it all looks like the same model. A cross mold. As he thought, he stuck his head out and watched several boys running on the lawn.
It was difficult for them and Father Andren to reach a consensus, so they had to follow his improvised method. Now Iaconi and Roma are counting the bills with the tacit permission of Father Andren, while the apprentice acts alone and takes him to the backyard to check the situation. After the Black Knight's visit, he felt it was safer to keep Roma away from him. When he woke up in the morning, the little lion stared at his empty scabbard, as if he suspected that he hadn't woken up yet.
"What's going on?" Iaconi also noticed something was wrong.
"It's my sword. It...it melted."
Roma rubbed her eyes and said, "Gods in heaven, how did you do it! Is the fire in the fireplace so hot? Or did you go out and meet the enemy yesterday?" She spoke faster and faster until she couldn't pronounce words. clear.
"No." This was very difficult to explain. Uriel couldn't tell Iaconi about the Black Knight, and even Roma couldn't tell him. You know, the devil does not need a reason to kill, and it is amazing to let people go. How was he going to tell them why? Because I'm the same kind as the Black Knight? Forget it, it's impossible for the Black Knight to be kind to a tower apprentice who has repeatedly refused to become a member of the association. He must have other plans. The Scroll of Oath...
"It's for other reasons. I...I took the initiative to melt it in order to borrow its mystery. This is my magic."
Roma is obviously doubtful, but Iaconi hands him a new sword. "Well, we all have secrets to protect."
Uriel secretly rejoiced. Iaconi's profession is also uncommon. He later explained to them the trap in the backyard - it was an ancient detection magic, and its effect was almost the same as the headquarters' magic base. Even Sauron checked it in the database. It took me a while to find the record. He mainly made up this reason for Iaconi, because the other person's profession also has secrets and he will not get to the bottom of it. As for Roma, he will have a more reliable explanation in private to convince her, but in short, he must not mention the Black Knight.
He took the sword and replaced the scabbard. "Thank you very much." The sword is always carried on the back, but the cross knight's one-handed sword is lighter and more convenient. But it was too light. Uriel turned the sword's edge, and the arc was much wider than expected. He doubted that he would ever be as familiar with any weapon as Joey was, and similarly, there was no weapon that would allow him to protect Roma from the Black Knight.
When separated, the little lion was reluctant to follow Iaconi. Her eyes seemed to say: I thought you wanted to talk to me alone. The apprentice could only pretend not to see that Sauron was on top of her, and he was relieved to keep her as far away from him as possible.
Not everyone has the ability to detect magic, Uriel walked into the cemetery. Silverding City is no better than a big city. There is not even a detection station here. Maintaining order depends entirely on the patrol team and the luck of catching up with the patrol team. When they entered the city, they even encountered a murder on the road... However, he thought about it later and realized that the guy might not be entirely lying: he did kill someone, but his panic did not stem from causing death. What can scare a murderer but the gallows? Unless the victim suddenly moves. Mostly black knights, only Garvash's undead knight can awaken the dead. I should have thought of it earlier.
Now he is walking among the dead. Except for the church cemetery in Yotsuba City, there is no other resting place where he can feel that he belongs. Everyone will die, it is a destiny of Gaia. However, Uriel knew that he could not go to His kingdom of heaven, just like the Black Knight was a believer in Gaia before his death and fell into the arms of Suvieria after his death. Maybe I should convert to Otto too. No, Otto wouldn't forgive me for lying about being a Cross Knight, hiding Croita's ring, and being a demon hunter's apprentice while essentially being a demon. Thinking of this, Uriel couldn't help but want to smile, but it was too difficult.
There was a lawn behind the cemetery, and two teenage boys ran past him. The only thing Uriel could do was to restrain himself from looking at them. He walked around the fence and let the door of the cabin open slowly, as if blown by the breeze. The cobblestone path was gradually obscured by the shadow of the wooden door. Although Uriel was sure that the magic would hide his shadow as well, hiding in the darkness still made him feel more relaxed. No nun paid any attention to this side, and there was no one in the room. He walked up the stairs silently.
Father Andren would come back here to rest at night. The entire room was light brown in color, and the wallpaper was as thick as the carpet, and the material was indistinguishable to an apprentice's perspective. The furniture is surprisingly simple yet fully functional. The most conspicuous book was spread out on the table. There was no flower in the short vase next to it, only filled with blue liquid. The sunlight passed through the transparent glass, making the golden divine inscriptions on the pages blurry.
He picked up the glass bottle first. This thing doesn't look like an ink bottle. The liquid inside is very viscous, and there is still a little sediment floating at the bottom. The apprentice then smelled it, and it seemed to be a familiar plant smell. Besides ink, what other liquids should be placed on the desk? He could only confirm that it was not a truth potion. If Sauron was around, he would definitely know what it was, but Uriel could only pour out a small amount and use magic to solidify it and take it away.
Then comes the main event.
The book had its due weight, and Uriel almost dropped it when he picked it up. Still, he was calmer and more focused than at Brumnot. All Gaia's scriptures appear to be the same on the outside, but only the bishop's scriptures record divine magic. The Church of Gaia has only one Archbishop in the Eastman Kingdom, and he once shut out Uriel in Iron Claw City. At that time, he did not dare to sneak into the Archbishop's residence, but now he regretted it: with the help of His Excellency the Lion, they might not be able to be so successful.
There were indeed papers in the book, all irrelevant stuff. One of them has a hymn written on it, the handwriting is messier than Rome, and it is signed today. Uriel placed the innocent gift on a chair and searched the drawers and bookshelves. There was nothing in the secret room. Apparently Father Andren knew that the locations of many fixed secret rooms in the church were not secret at all and had collected the documents in advance. He was about to lower his head and fumble for the gap in the desk when he suddenly heard a bang. In an instant, his fingers emitted an icy cold light before he realized it. When he raised his head, he saw the blue solution and the glass bottle frozen together, frozen at the edge of the desk at the moment they were about to topple over.
Uriel did not hold up the glass bottle, but instead focused on the point where the liquid tended to fall. He picked up the scrap of paper from the chair.
