Uriel already has a certain understanding of this magic. "Personality Face" cannot completely change a person's appearance, it can only make the user look different from the original person - in fact, it does not look like anyone else. The guard's face has high brows and a flat muzzle, one black eyebrow and one yellow eyebrow, and his facial features seem to be the product of a puzzle gone wrong. "It is said that the appearance it displays is largely related to the mood of the user."
Dalton had to stop talking because Uriel said what he was about to say before he could. "That's it. This is not professional magic, but... a technique of applying elements. Of course, it still belongs to the category of mystery and can hide the true appearance."
"It sounds useless." Uriel couldn't help but said what he was thinking, "The mask and cloak can do the same thing."
"That's the method of mortals. Many mystics would rather consume magic power than admit that they have to rely on mortals to survive. I generally don't know such people."
The feeling of superiority is something ingrained, the apprentice thought. When he first came to Knox, he was also surprised by the status of the mysterious creature over the nobles of the kingdom, but this doubt was soon answered. The Seven Fulcrums claim to be nobles in the mysterious realm, and they are distinguished by their degree of mystery. They guard order just like lords guard territory. This seems to be no different from ordinary people. He quickly adapted to the environment.
Uriel connected the divine words into a chain and quickly grabbed the nightingale - the attacker never expected that his attack would fail. His magic corroded a large brick wall behind them, but unfortunately did not hit any chains. His face became crooked, probably doubting life.
"You should not destroy the fruits of local people's labor at will." Since the other party is quite familiar with divine magic, his "shelter" cannot resist this kind of targeted magic. Uriel had seen it in his dream. "You did nothing to help them fight against the armies of dark wizards and demons."
Nightingale didn't protest. He struggled on the ground, resisting the dragging force.
"Are you going to kill him?" Dalton asked. "I suggest you interrogate him first. It's not easy to catch a nightingale."
Just as he said, the struggling guard suddenly disappeared like a wisp of smoke, and the magical chains only tightened the empty armor.
But Uriel was not worried. "He won't escape, Dalton. He just wants to hold us back. How can he escape?"
The door of Black Whale Apartment is closed. But after Uriel seized Nightingale again and tied him to a tree, the remaining guard opened the door for them. In the courtyard, Bishop Cowes had disappeared. Uriel knew where he was and had no intention of looking for him.
"You put that child here?" The night elf looked at the house. It was well preserved from the war, but it was damp, empty, and haunted. The Bay Area is wet and rainy, and the Frost Moon is wet and cold. This is what a room will look like if you don't light the fireplace for a day.
After reinforcements from the Tower arrived, Black Whale Apartments was nearly abandoned. With the gap between the stars, Brumnot is obviously more comfortable than a villa in a seaport town. The locals also walked around it. It seemed that even if the meeting tower was destroyed by the war, Earl DeWitt Hern would not want to stay here. It wasn't a place of good memories for him, and they both knew it.
"It's just temporary." Uriel didn't know how Ms. Helen arranged it, but she must have left protective measures before leaving. "I will send Aiken to his mother and then take them back to the Ice Territory."
"I'm afraid it's a very dark night over there right now, but there is still sun in Iron Claw City. Maybe you can let them live in the White Tower."
"Ever since Sir Norman placed Count Ellanor in the White Tower, I know that place does not belong to Chloe." The apprentice hesitated, "I don't know what Manet would think. If she wants to stay in Iron Tower I will also place them in the White Tower in Claw City."
"Okay, you can talk about it then." Dalton stepped onto the stairs. "I smell fishy smell. DeWitt may have been here not long ago. There are also Gaia Church and school wizards. Are you sure the child is safe? I rarely hear about scandals in the church. This is probably not because of the moral ethics of the priests. Because the standard is too high.”
"Ms. Helen promised to take care of Aiken."
At the end of the second floor is an open door, facing the bedroom picture frame, revealing a corner of the crib. The carpet was dotted with lamps and desks lying down, as well as large and small footprints. Someone entered the room, and their purpose was clear. Although Uriel felt that most priests would not be so mad as to silence babies, the nightingales of the church were not among them. They really can do anything.
The night elf drew his dagger, wary of anyone stalling for time on the nightingale guard downstairs. "Her Majesty the Witch of Destiny has been away for a week." He said, "It is impossible for this child to go without food and water for a week."
"The alchemical potion can do it."
Dalton suddenly turned to look at him. "That makes sense."
"What did you find?"
"The price of goods in Croita is beyond my expectation. I need to prepare in advance for the journey." The night elf was actually lamenting about the alchemy potion. The witch's magic was reassuring, and now Dalton was relaxed. "No one can resist her witchcraft unless it's the Sky Realm."
Uriel was stunned. "There are also law wizards from the Sky Realm from the School of Silence who have arrived at Eastman." The flood couldn't stop Shania Ravenas. The wizards studied spells and magic texts, but they might not be able to build a rectangular ladder with their bare hands. He immediately cheered up and prepared for the "surprise". "Spiritual vision" does not work at this time, it cannot help him cope with the mystery of the sky. "Beware of traps."
"The Sky Realm is not common."
"Really?" The apprentice expressed doubts. Apart from the distinguished lords of the Destiny Assembly he had met in Croyta, seven of these "uncommon" big shots had appeared in three months.
"...I think this kind of statement is really not very convincing to you. But you understand what I mean."
Divine magic and elements concealed the figures of Uriel and Dalton respectively. They gently walked around the door, and Uriel used his dream to look inside. This glance allowed him to distinguish the situation. "No danger. Just footprints. Let's go in."
The carpet undoubtedly left traces of the invasion. But there was no blood and the room wasn't messy. The night elf somewhat recognized his detection skills, but he still used his shadow to enter the room with hesitation. Uriel didn't have time to stop him.
As soon as he stepped through the door, Dalton noticed something unusual—perhaps not very accurate. He was pulled directly out of the shadows and had to leave his footprints on the floor. "how……?"
Uriel followed him in. "It's Ms. Helen's witchcraft. She must have sealed the entire room."
"Just because no one can sneak around doesn't mean it's closed."
Uriel pointed to the ground, "Their footprints disappeared in front of the crib. Did you notice? They are getting fainter."
"I don't think anyone here is worried about disturbing the baby's sleep." Aiken was sleeping in the cradle in front of them, sucking his thumb in his sleep. The night elves' eyes swirled around him. "There's no trace of magic here either."
Uriel was still standing at the door, not moving. He didn't want to look at Aiken's sleeping face, so he immediately picked up the topic. "The nightingale downstairs is used as a sentinel. The church doesn't want to make a big splash, so it probably won't bombard everyone with witchcraft like the devil." The Witch of Destiny's witchcraft is quite thoughtful. "I was thinking about how to touch his basket. Ms. Helen would definitely think that I would come to pick up Aiken."
"She left witchcraft on him?" Dalton didn't dare touch the baby, "And you said the basket..." His voice stopped abruptly. "I've become lighter."
"This is why the footprints become shallower. Anyone approaching Aiken will become lighter and lighter, until they finally fly to the ceiling." The night elves turned their heads and saw a corpse floating above them. "Don't use magic." Uriel ordered, "It will suffocate you."
"Witchcraft that can levitate and suffocate people. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Because as long as you leave this room, the mysterious effect will disappear." Uriel grabbed the night elf's legs before he completely took off and pushed him out of the door. The gravity around Dalton suddenly returned to normal, and he landed smoothly, as if he had a lot of experience.
"What are you going to do?" Zhuoer frowned.
good question. "Ms. Helen told me the relevant knowledge." Uriel said freely. "That's why I'm coming in." He continued forward, feeling the magic with fire.
"Absolute Directive"
"You were not born to die, immortal bird."
"Shortcuts you need to know"
This is a sky realm witchcraft. Uriel cannot control it in reverse, but it is more than enough to know the relevant information about it. The way to crack it was not difficult. The apprentice hung the rune sword on the wall to show that he would keep the blade away from young children. "First of all, you have to remove all the weapons on your body." He explained, "This is... uh, a mysterious law? In short, it's this kind of thing."
"Then what?" The night elf felt that this was not completely safe.
Uriel walked all the way to Aiken's bed and put him in the basket. During this period, the witchcraft did not respond. He winked at Dalton. "Then he approached wearing Croita's ring. Don't ask me what the purpose of my previous request was, I don't know either."
Dalton thought seriously. "She might be afraid that you might accidentally hurt him."
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