"Suicide?" Dalton was in disbelief. "I have never been able to figure out the thinking mode of this kind of religious madman. This has not reached the point of despair."
"In their eyes, even life is just a bargaining chip in exchange for respect."
"I don't think it's any damn honor to die covering up a scandal. Manet and those nuns don't even have names on their tombstones! Who's going to give them justice?"
"In the eyes of our Lord Archbishop, they are just sinners. You cannot use normal human standards to demand these fanatics. They don't even believe in the real Gaia, otherwise they would not misinterpret the teachings of the goddess. Their god is Gaia Church." Uriel put away his dagger, "Obviously the clearing of the monastery was also ordered by Peyton Forest, maybe he did it himself. There is no need for the Silent School to stir up trouble between the mysterious fulcrums for no reason... There are secrets in it. "
The night elf frowned: "What?"
"Since Manai has already been in contact with the tower, it is useless for the church to silence him. Bishop Payton cannot be unaware of the consequences of his order, but he still did it. This shows that compared to Crowe He and his bullshit honor are more afraid of Etta's revenge." Uriel said, "I know very well the psychological state of this kind of people. This is what a murderer who used the Sheriff's Bureau as a shelter told me. of."
"People who are desperate can do anything."
"That guy is a demon, and he is being hunted to death by the church. In the eyes of most people, demons are not considered human beings. Now retribution has come."
Demon hunters fell into the same predicament as demons and died doing so. Funny fate. Dalton is not too moved by this coincidence. "Then you also know what Payton is afraid of?"
Uriel blinked. "School of Silence."
"Peyton is afraid of Shania Ravenna." He really should be afraid of her. The Archbishop and his nightingales would turn into a nest of dead birds at the touch of a finger of the Law Wizard.
"This is my guess. There is no conclusive evidence yet." Uriel said, "But what is certain is that the church and wizards are not close. It might as well be considered to be a conflict between the honor of the church and the wizard faction." He curled his lips. , the fluffy beard twisted accordingly. "Even if there are only two people left in the world, there will be differences between them."
He was not as dejected as Sauron said, and seemed almost confident. Dalton didn't know if his plan began with cutting off the heads of corpses, but there was no doubt that Uriel would do something beyond anyone's imagination. He found it difficult to open his mouth to stop this person from doing anything. It was not just one person's will that drove him forward.
"Disagreement," the night elf said slowly, "is not necessarily a bad thing."
"Obviously. That's it. Being stuck in a rut doesn't work."
"What do you want to do?" This is the ultimate question of this exchange. Dalton regretted it as soon as he asked. He felt that he would probably pay the price for this, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. He originally thought that Uriel would choose to use the differences between the wizards of the school and the church to attack the possible accomplices of the archbishop. "Who do you want revenge on?"
"I'm not out for revenge. Now Manet's only enemy is me, a fool who mistrusted others... Peyton Forest has long since died, and destroying his life's work is just a way to vent his anger and get away with it for a short time."
"Revenge is about seeking temporary pleasure." He felt very happy when he killed Ingrid. When he turned around from the Gray Crab Castle to assassinate DeWitt, his hesitation was partly due to the count's accusation, but mostly due to this pleasure. The reluctance that it is about to end. But hesitation was fleeting, as the night elves never let go of their enemies. It was Lindpur Nabag who stood in his way.
Dalton has a new weapon that points him in the direction of ending this feud. Uriel didn't need anyone else to show him the way, he was enough to find the way.
"What I want is not just a moment, Dalton." Uriel stood in front of the stone carving, and the wordless parchment was spread out in front of him. "The meaning of the Gaia Church's existence has been distorted by paranoiacs like Forrester for too long, and the wizards who pursue the truth can easily lose their bottom line. They are all running on a road out of control."
The night elf had never thought about the pros and cons of religious beliefs. He found it difficult to answer and could only nod silently.
"When priests deceive, kidnap and sell babies under the guise of charity, and still make a prosperous business, it means that the problem does not lie with one person or a few people." This is quite easy to understand. “What needs to change is the organization itself.”
"What has it become?"
"I hope that the Gaia people believe in is the god of virtue and law, the mother who guides us to give goodwill based on respect for each other, and the father who supervises us to adhere to the laws of order while insisting on continuous innovation of cognition. This is My Gaia is also the Gaia of the world." Uriel explained, "The church is an organization that spreads faith and provides people with spiritual support and spiritual comfort. What do you think of this?"
"Okay." Dalton blurted out. "It's a good idea. I mean, a very good idea."
"Don't be so cautious, Dalton. I know you believe in your own god. I'm just asking for your opinion."
It's not that I'm afraid of a conflict of faith, Dalton thought, but that you're asking me about the meaning of the act itself. "What are you going to do?" He licked his lips and repeated.
"Find a break with the devout believers in the church."
The ancient parchment shone slightly, and Uriel was so immersed in his plan that he didn't even notice anything unusual. Dalton rubbed his eyes, unable to pretend that it was his imagination.
"I have to talk to Sauron," the night elf muttered. "I have to tell him. It's better to be prepared than not." He then rubbed his nose to get rid of the sticky nasal sound. "What are you going to do? I mean the next closest step."
Fortunately, Uriel did not lose the logic of his plan. He shrugged: "We have to find a safe house for this kid, and it won't be the White Tower."
Dalton could only nod.
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When Shitarion got up, he marked a mark on his calendar, erasing the last date he was waiting for. She looked at the bright red circle on the number, feeling her palms sweating and excitement about to explode in her stomach. She couldn't help but knock over the chair, and the loud noise echoed in the room. Hitarian quickly turned to check on his sister and was thankful to find that she had not been awakened by the noise.
Sooner or later there will be such a day, she said to herself, there is no need to be nervous. But when she saw a green carriage parked outside the apartment through the glass, she immediately threw all restraint behind her. She combed her hair and washed her face, chewing mint while putting on her skirt. Today she chose an emerald green wool skirt with a small golden vine pattern on the collar, which is the color of the flaming moon. Although it is a very dark night in Venevoise, the sun is shining brightly in Byrne. Thunderstorm and fog.
When she opened the door gently, she found Murum waiting at the corner outside the stairwell. "You get up so early."
The boy's hair seemed to be combed with his fingers, and he turned around. "Kitarian? I was awakened by the movement in your house."
"I'm sorry. You know I'm a little excited."
"You didn't do that when you went to the opera yesterday."
The only difference between Murum and Lissen is that he blames me, Hitarian thought. But she didn't hate him for being like this. "You can't knock over the chair every time you get excited." She let herself walk over slowly to maintain her manners. The skirt on Hitarian's body and these weird gestures that she had never cared about before all came from Lady Liana's guidance. The administrator's attitude towards her and her sister was almost flattering to Hitarian, who had just come here. By now, she felt a little ungrateful, and she felt that she was used to it.
The Nameless Ones are family members to each other, and Hitarian and Ruth have become members of the Order. Their relationship with Ms. Liana should be closer than family members. She works hard to change her perspective to fit in with Byrne and Starless Night.
"I knocked over my water glass yesterday," Hitarian told Murum, "and had to change clothes on the fly."
"No wonder we were almost late."
"That's because you woke up too late," she pointed out cheerfully. The boy made a face. "Let Ruth get some more sleep and let's go to Bronze Gear."
"I'll keep the bald head." Murum let go of the rope, and the Dalmatian rushed into Hitarian's room. It jumped onto the uprighted chair and wagged its tail at its owner. The bald man was quite humane and would not wake Ruth up at will.
The carriage waited in front of the door, and Hitarian and Murum carefully stepped around it. They walked on the streets in the early morning, empty in the fog. The streets of Byrne were not in the style of Four-leaf City or Venevoise. She had never seen such neat roads before, and the Goddess's Heaven was probably not as good as she imagined.
The Realm of the Nameless Ones is similar to Mystical Fulcrum in that the Nameless Ones are counted as Mysterious Creatures even if they don't light the fire. The king of Byrne believed that his people and their families could not live in the streets of mortals. In terms of mysterious status, the nameless people should be higher than ordinary people who have no mystery at all. They view the Nameless Ones as demons, and the Nameless Ones disdain their way of life. One day, the Starless Night will wrest the land of Nox from the Seven Pillars, and mortals will acknowledge the Nameless One as their master.
Hitarian never thought about that day, all she prayed for was a place to stay with her sister Ruth. Safe, smooth, no changes required. She never wanted to be someone's master. She couldn't even control her own life. Byrne fulfilled her... everything beyond her fantasies, including of course this wish.
Ms. Liana waited for them in advance under the sign of "Bronze Gear". She still wore the snake-scale scarf, and her women's suit was changed to brown. But before Hitarian could call her, a figure emerged from the mist.
