Mortal cities can't ask for too much, Helen said to herself, it's not easy for them to live, and they don't have time to care about whether the road is smooth. Anyway, they usually don't ride horses and gallop around the town. That's what adventurers do. Riding a mount is instinctive for most mythical creatures... but that's not the case in Croyta. The more she comforted herself, the more distraught she felt. In fact, it was never the falling off the horse and breaking the neck that made me uneasy.
The time in the tower was so slow that Helen didn't need to rush or rush. The time flowed slowly until she was tired of this kind of life. When Larson became professor in the astronomy room, he gave her the freedom to explore new things.
However, Helen had nothing else to do. The astrologer delved into the mysteries of the stars and monitored the mysterious realm, while the witch's inheritance was unclear, leaving her completely clueless. The Harp Witches are not a mysterious organization. They are scattered in all corners of the world, relying on Otto's guidance to briefly connect with each other by chance and coincidence. But even so, the descendants of the Second Night are still the orthodoxy of witches, far beyond the branches of the Broken Moon believers and Ice Witches. She left the tower confident and eventually came back bored. of course there are exceptions. When the "Gatekeeper" returned to Bloomnott, she hurriedly ran away, not wanting to face his cautious words and sad and nostalgic eyes.
When I left Brumnot, I was already in the Sky Realm. The witch knew very well that few people in the mysterious realm could harm her, which was the fundamental reason why her mentor tacitly allowed Larson to secretly open the back door for her. It was a fun time, but I rarely went home.
But compared to the Foreign Minister, Helen actually travels back and forth more frequently. Regardless of whether she was in her apprenticeship or after entering the Destiny Assembly, as long as the Saint did not give orders, she would probably not be able to meet the Commander many times, and her impressions of him were mostly hearsay. For a while Helen was interested in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but Larson was unwilling to tell her more.
"It's really a long story, Helen. I can only tell you this. To be honest, I can't figure it out myself. My instructor forbids me from asking for relevant information." He didn't look like he was prevaricating. "You don't need to go to the library to check the database. There is nothing there. If you have confidence in your witchcraft, you can try to take a look at his past——"
"I didn't even get a chance to meet him!"
"That's not surprising. The travel destinations you plan never include any of Chloe's vassal countries."
"You don't think it's strange that I know nothing about my colleagues?"
"We are all the same." Larsen didn't seem to care about this. I really don't know if it was his gift of prophecy that made him lose his curiosity and spirit of exploration. "After you crossed the Path of Death, did Lord Saint allow you to go to Shimmering Forest?"
"It's not dangerous there anymore. I can bring some specialties to your friends, such as the treasures of Silverstone Valley."
"Ask him yourself. Eze is in the Eastman Kingdom now." He could always dispel her whims with a few words. "As for safety issues, I don't think you will let yourself take risks."
"Oh, otherwise I'd be in the Foreign Service."
Helen still remembered the way Larsen looked at her. He looked a little malicious. "You may like it there, brave Miss Dorothea. What's the law of entering a mysterious place? Think before you leap?"
"Want to scare me? The Ministry of Foreign Affairs can't be more dangerous than Silverstone Valley." Helen snorted. The name Silverstone Valley does not reflect the local characteristics at all, so it is called "Land of Dragons" among adventurers.
"If our Lord Commander stays in Bloomnot all day long, then the City of Floating Clouds will definitely be a hundred times more dangerous than Silverstone Valley. At least for Dean Rubin. With Lord Saint backing you up, you can probably count. Ten times." Larson walked across the room and dug out an ornate compass. He rubbed a rough depression with his fingers and frowned. Helen took the compass and inserted a ruby back into its place. "Did Roma do it? She would lend flowers to offer to Buddha."
"A parting gift?"
"Bribing the Dragon Clan's tolls. I don't want to go out there to redeem your Night Whispering Ring."
Ever since his confession, Helen knew exactly what he was thinking. But to be honest, she was a little afraid of starting a family. "What if I include you, dear senior brother?"
"What?"
"I see you're pretty good at arithmetic. Do you know how much you weigh?"
"Maybe ten times the opposite." The great astrologer told her, "I can't win either by reasoning or by doing it, but I can propose a competition of occult knowledge. The result will be no doubt." They laughed together.
Maybe the White Envoy will stay in the tower for a long time this time, the witch thought, I can verify Larson's boast. I would tell this story to Roma, just like every other bedtime story I have ever told. She did make a mistake, but that was just because of a child's mindset and she shouldn't be punished as an adult. Maybe I care too little about her, Larsen is not careful at all in life. It seems that I have to stay in the tower for a longer time... The Triangular Swamp is not a good place to go anyway, and the smell there makes Helen feel sick. Legend has it that black magic was taught to the Knox people from demons in the swamp.
An arrow flew towards her, and Helen turned to stare at it. The arrow turned back in mid-air and flew towards the bow string that ejected itself. She really wished that these dark wizards could go back and forth like this arrow.
One of the stirrups came loose as the mount dashed into the streets of Black Whale, and she had to fly, feeling the relief from the weight bring relaxing fatigue. So the witch turned around and gave the beast to the guard guarding the main entrance. Since when did Tower Messengers need guards?
There were many people crowded in the apartment, and even if they didn't appear in the living room, Helen could hear the Southern accent speaking in common language behind the door. She recognized the strong breathing in the noise and went straight to the innermost room on the top floor. This is where they left before.
The lion was sitting on the sofa glumly, sipping a glass of strong wine. The door was completely open and resting on a clothes hanger. What was on the table was not cups and plates, but a pair of big blood-stained paws. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he saw the witch landing on the balcony. "How--"
"I thought you would clean up those flies expertly," she teased. "Is this a fish that slipped through the net, or is it your toy, Uncle Ronald?"
"What?" grunted the lion. What he was about to say was interrupted.
"This is the wonderful use of your long tails." As soon as Helen entered the room, she couldn't wait to sit on the sofa and stretch her sore legs. But the manners she was used to showing prevented her from resting her feet on the table like a lion. The burnt smell wafted from his lion fur. "You need a haircut."
"It's better to just talk about shaving." The lion flaring his nostrils, "There is a smart puppet mixed in the team of ascetic monks, and he almost killed the wizard of that school."
"Lind Punabag is actually sober enough to meet with his subordinates?" Helen was a little surprised. She tried her best to free Nanna from the black magic. Did Uriel's profession have a miraculous effect on "Rigoletto", or were his symptoms simply mild? "Speaking of which, what's going on with the mortals in this room?"
"That's it. The first group of people wanted me to support Fishbone Alley, maybe they thought I was a ridiculously big cat; the second group of people claimed that they were here to rescue us, but in the end they were accompanied by a bunch of sloppy, messy people. The weeping noble women. The last group was the church team mixed with spies. They killed six people when I took one of them to find the wizard of that school. The nightingale puppets were all dead, and some locals were injured. Damn it! In the house It was like a bunch of demons dancing around, and I drove them all away. But you see, there will be more people coming. Fortunately, I am not the only one worrying now."
But Helen was not willing to worry about the situation in Beacon Town anymore. If Croita hadn't stopped the plan of the demon association in Iron Dragon Port, the town would have sunk into the Sea of Singing. "What you have done is not thorough enough, Uncle Big Cat." The witch pointed out, "Tell them that one of the targets of the black wizard is the Black Whale Street, and these people will run faster than us."
"Speak!" Ronald downed a whole glass of wine. "Don't think they are too stupid. If you don't mention this, why didn't the commander come back? Where is your little maid?"
"They went to church. The demons of association have evacuated, leaving only these remnants." Helen didn't want to mention the battle at the port. "Nanna died at the hands of Lord Quicksilver. You really cared about her."
"Oh, her name is Nanna."
The witch suddenly didn't want to waste any more words with him. To put it bluntly, what does Ronald's lifestyle have to do with me? He's not even the same race as me. Anyway, Roma grew up in a high tower and wouldn't be able to imitate him. "The dark wizard is still preparing for the next attack?"
"They are taking longer and longer to prepare. Maybe there won't be a next time. Why are you going to church, Commander?"
"Of course it's because he has his own considerations. You can ask yourself when he comes back. I'm also very curious." Helen lied.
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