He was still smiling, even though his skin was shriveled and smelly, his smile remained unchanged. His eyes are hidden under wrinkled eyelids, but one can feel their mocking gaze. I am dead, your accusations are no longer valid, your anger has nowhere to rest, and your hatred is finally gone. I win beautifully, I win big.
Uriel stopped in front of the stone steps.
The tombstone stood erect in the cold wind, with only the scars of wind and snow on its smooth surface. The head smiled back, wondering if it was mocking the ghosts of the girls. We save the world, but not the fallen. See, this is what you get when you pray to the devil. You have been trusting others your whole life.
He stood for a while in front of Mother Theresa's monument, feeling even more guilty than others. She took care of Manet and the other young mothers simply out of sympathy. It was me who got her involved in this tragedy, and she was obviously completely innocent.
He couldn't find Manet, so he had to wander aimlessly in front of the wordless monument. It was freezing cold and no flowers bloomed for them. Mushrooms grew in front of a few stone monuments, and weeds grew under the stones near the hedge. He regretted not bringing them flowers from the church. Never mind, he didn't come empty-handed. Perhaps the Archbishop should be chopped into a dozen pieces and distributed equally to each nameless stone tablet. A crow flew overhead. It had a clear purpose and was staring closely at the apprentice. Who else would give them flowers besides me? Little Aiken and Roma?
"I found Aiken." Uriel said to the group of stone tablets. "Your son is healthy and strong. He has experienced all kinds of hardships and still returned safely. Only the lucky angels of the Ice Territory can compare with him. Roma and I found him together, and we fulfilled our promise to you." He swallowed his saliva. "The Archbishop died behind you. It's a pity that it wasn't me."
Keep talking, he thought, keep talking, don't stop.
"The Silent School claimed that they would conduct a thorough investigation within the church, and I rejected them. This time I will not take advantage of others. Pod. I mean, Aiken will have a happy life. I know this is not complete, but I will try my best to ensure that.”
The stone tablet will not respond to him, and the undead will not. There was the rustling of branches swaying in the wind, as if questioning his oath. You also made a promise to her, Knight of Proverbs, but in the end you failed her. Naturally, Manai was not the first person he deceived, and it was probably not the last one. It’s hard to imagine that the Scroll of Oath still believed that Uriel was its owner. Mysterious objects are still objects, and they cannot be asked to think. Uriel hoped that he could be like the parchment and gain courage.
The ring flickered quietly without saying a word. It gave him time to grieve alone, and Uriel was grateful from the bottom of his heart. But he is no longer the weak apprentice he was at the beginning. He is not only sad, but also burning with anger.
"I swore to find your child, Manai. I swore to take him and the other babies back from the hands of the vampires." He looked around at everyone, as if they were still alive. "The Archbishop of the Church of Gaia, Peyton Forest, murdered women and children in order to cover up the facts, and he also had accomplices. The wizards of the school tried to calm down the matter, but in order to preserve their flag, the goddess will not allow it. The punishment will come soon."
The question is, who will punish? The gods of Nox turned a blind eye to mortals, and the Gaia of the outer world had no power. The answer seems self-evident. However, Uriel, despite his rage, was not so arrogant as to claim to be the messenger of the goddess.
"I cannot pretend that I can do anything for you," he told the stele. "You are already dead, dead from my negligence, dead from the blade of the Archbishop's honor. I cannot understand one ten thousandth of your pain, nor can I The qualification is in your name." The crow cawed, as if urging him to throw away the head. The apprentice ignored its curses. "There will be no flowers in front of your graves, only the heads of those who have hurt you. May you step on their skulls and go to Gaia's heaven to watch your enemies suffer in hell."
"Those who caused this, those who stood by while the crimes were committed, those who tried to cover up the facts, will die for those who are still alive and for the mortals who devoutly believe in Gaia. "Because I am one of them. "I know that you often come to the church to seek repentance because you think you have made mistakes. But in fact, Gaia will understand what you are going through. A god who is inconsiderate of people is not worthy of belief."
The Archbishop's head rolled onto the grass, and a few minutes later, a crow flew down like an arrow, its dark wings stopping in front of the stone monument and pecking at the dead man's eyes. Soon after, the skin and flesh on the head and face will be removed, leaving only the snow-white skeleton frozen hard in the cold wind. And it’s not just one head. Soon it stopped laughing.
Another empty promise, apprentice? Giving people promises means giving people hope, but hope always fails. Maybe they'd be more than happy to have your head. He stood by the hedge and stared at the flag of the monastery, imagining Roma's mood here when she watched Manet give birth to Aiken in the wooden house.
"I will bring Aiken to see you again." At least I can do this. "I'll come again, Dorothy. I'll come again."
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The kettle creaked on the stove and Dalton wiped his cursed sword in the light. This is a brand new, bright, and sharp weapon. The handle is engraved with runes, and the amethyst is dark and deep. Ingrid had polished another sword, and DeWitt had forged countless more for him, and now those swords were ruined.
The craftsmen in the Tower Equipment Department learned from dwarves and are considered to be the pinnacle of contemporary skills in the mysterious field. The weight and length of the cursed sword were tailor-made for him, and its feel was unparalleled. But in the eyes of the night elves, this can be said to be the sword given to him by Roma and Uriel. Adventurers say that a lover is worse than a good sword. Although he came from the underground, he has become an adventurer now. This is also a strong sword. Even without the magic text effect, its toughness and sharpness are enough to surpass most mysterious items. Maybe it will never break.
The crystal light spots moved on the wall. Aiken stretched out his hand to grab it in the air and kicked his legs wildly. At least he wasn't crying. Dalton felt like he was teasing the cat. It was a joke that this child was Roma's godson, the little lion himself was nothing more than a brat. Uriel probably thinks so too. No matter what, Aiken will be sent back to his mother. At least he must be a trustworthy person who can take care of the child. Dalton thought about it for a moment based on his own experience and found that a place with such people was either heaven or a church.
Uriel would have a headache how to place him, the night elf thought, and he finally gave up thinking. He was already having a headache, and it wasn't the only one.
Near the White Tower, Dalton heard that the people of Iron Claw called the Gulf War the White Night War. There were as many rumors spread as acorns in the forest, but no matter which one they were, there was a beautiful alien woman. She is a courtesan, a descendant of a declining noble, a female companion brought by the Earl from the court, and a prostitute presented to the lord by a local wealthy businessman (some people say that she is a mermaid sent ashore by the Naga Sea Tribe specifically to provoke war among humans. Dalton only listened to the beginning and turned away). People call her Nocturnal's bait, and Nocturnal is the god of war of the underground race. Obviously these rumors are not without foundation.
Is it you who spread these stories, DeWitt? To cover up the rebellion that happened in Chaosheng Castle? Has the shelter of the Church of Gaia allowed you to relax and think about the aftermath? Ingrid is dead, you are next. He must alert the Earl of the Bay. The problem is that he has lost track of the other party. It is not easy to stop the prying eyes of astrologers, especially since they come from high towers. This instead taught him to lock down the range.
Maybe DeWitt is in Beacon Town, he hasn't left at all, and is standing in the newly built study room of Castle Waves laughing at my running around. Her Excellency Shania Ravenus is enough to ensure his safety, and her defense is more complete than Lind Punabag's. Perhaps a professional assassin can seize the opportunity. Dalton had little assassination experience, so he could only wait patiently for the opportunity, just like he did before going to Gray Wing Island...
...But he chose to return to the royal capital with Uriel.
Your Excellency, the Witch of Destiny, changed my destiny, Dalton thought to himself, this was not part of my plan. To be honest, he barely had a plan. Before Ingrid appeared, he didn't need to plan his life. The earl was responsible for issuing orders and Dalton was responsible for executing them. He spent his free time practicing martial arts, studying magic texts, and forgetting the memories of the Dark Corner. He lived like a human being, following the laws of the human kingdom. It's all gone and will never come back. He was still Dalton Shadowfang Nathanael, a night elf from the Underworld.
Uriel pushed open the door and entered. "You're almost boiling the water dry," he scolded.
"You didn't find Ms. Manet?" Dalton asked, watching him handle the stove and kettle. Aiken was disturbed by the silence, and the light spot disappeared with the movement, and the baby started to cry with his mouth deflated.
"I only found the Archbishop. Now he is confessing alone in the monastery cemetery." The meaning is self-evident. Dalton knew that Roma and Uriel had tried their best to find Aiken, but in the end they still could not reunite their mother and son. Fate always surprises you.
The Ring Sauron was flying in the air to attract Aiken's attention, and finally taught him to calm down. "That old guy is dead a long time ago. He wants to wipe out his mistakes and take him to hell."
"Dead?" Dalton frowned.
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