He didn't know what it felt like to be drunk, but he thought it was pretty good after trying it. Hot wine brings a slow and subtle drowsiness, like water droplets spreading on cardboard. The dark nights of the Frost Moon gradually became longer as he traveled south. He was exhausted, but could not sleep.
Can't you tell? Ring said in surprise, you can actually drink so much.
Under the lights of the bar, Max's mead shook into smooth amber in the glass, and the remains of the dinner were greasy plates and a mountain of empty bottles... and a small piece of apple pie. Uriel pulled the plate out from under Dalton's forehead. Although the night elves did not seem to have more or less mysophobia like the fog elves, he was still not sure how much impact the dough dipped in butter would have on the elves. As a result, Dalton felt nothing about his actions throughout the whole process, and even his snoring did not change.
"I remember he was worried about me getting drunk?" Uriel stacked the empty plate on a wine bottle. The wood lost its balance and crackled to the ground. The maid hurriedly came over to clean up the extra tableware and trash on the table. "His concerns are valid."
Come on, I think you're quite sober
The sound of the bell penetrated the noise of the bar and reached Uriel's ears. He yawned, suddenly envious of Dalton for sleeping so soundly. When the apprentice asked to find a bar two hours ago, the night elf's expression was as if he was looking at a drunk who stayed out all night. Unexpectedly, Uriel would have to move Dalton back in the end.
"That's only relative." He knew that he was indeed drunk, and bright colored lights flashed in front of his eyes. Blue-gray sinks below, orange-red floats above, the world is upside down, black and white are confused with each other. Drowsiness came over him, but even if he closed his eyes, he still felt sleepy. Is it insomnia? Or is it a side effect of the Scroll of Oath?
Uriel picked up the wine glass, but when he raised his head, he was hit in the nose by an ice cube. "Come on. It's not my fault you don't have a mouth, Sauron."
Are you planning on drinking all night?
"What else can I do?" he asked, throwing the glass to the edge of the table. "Breastfeed that child? Or send him to reunite with his mother? Damn it, I might as well leave him in the tower, and Roma will find a way to raise him. From now on, maybe this is the only way."
I thought you had expected this. The ring sneered, but it turned out to be heroic words, huh? You don’t need alcohol to get drunk?
"I didn't expect anything." Returning to the Four-leaf Collar again, nothing seemed to have changed. He once swore in front of the monument to save little Pod and his mother in his memory, but in the end he only desecrated the new tombstone with the head of his enemy. The ending of going to Winniewats to return Aiken was even worse. Dorothy's father refused to recognize Aiken as his grandson, and Manet's lover was also missing. Uriel realized that it was impossible for him to raise Aiken. Sooner or later, the child would die in a homeless life. He suddenly understood why the great White Night Knight abandoned his wife and Ingrid.
When Roma asked him to fulfill Ingrid's last wish, Uriel made it clear to her. The story of the Knight of the White Night is less popular than the story of the Knight of the White Night, not least because people only hear what they like to hear. In fact, many would argue that this is a particularly brilliant plot point that highlights the hero's self-sacrificial character. Roma would imagine White Night Knight Wolfgang to be perfect, but others would not. Most people have no sympathy, and they cannot even sympathize with themselves.
Now you understand the difficulty of being a hero, huh? Your kindness can't even save Aiken, but you still expect to expose the Gaia Church? If the priests ever closed the charity homes, thousands of orphans would have to live on the streets, while the skin and flesh trade would flourish. Fortunately, the wizards blocked the news, otherwise the church in Yotsuba City would not let Aiken enter the goddess's holy ring and knock on the cup. How does it feel to ask for help from the enemy? You might as well take him back to the tower
Uriel tightened his grip on the wine glass, and the ice cubes thawed and turned into liquid again. "Forget it, Roma doesn't have the patience to take care of people, maybe she will use Aiken to drink." He replied, "You are also wrong, wise Mr. Gessen, I plan to disband the charity home at all. "
Your righteous actions will only lead to this result
"I understand, Dalton didn't tell you clearly...well, maybe he thought you would do something bad. Wait, don't get angry in a hurry." The ring swooped towards the apprentice's head, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid it. "I don't intend to attack the power of the Church of Gaia, I want to change it. Priests have never been my enemies."
I can understand Sauron's sarcasm. Every move you make shows your thoughts. This is so obvious. Who can't see it?
"What I believe in is the Gaia of the Table World, Sauron. I think he is different from the Gaia of Knox, at least different from the God believed in by the Gaia Church. I know that I cannot expose the human trafficking of Charity House. To curb corruption, I also know that I cannot distinguish the fallen from the countless priests." The Scroll of Oath can indeed identify lies, but the workload during the period cannot be completed even by the goddess Gaia herself. "You have to understand, Mr. Soren, this is not just about Manai and Aiken."
Listen, who doesn’t know?
"You have to understand," he repeated, "I don't want the church to disintegrate, and I don't expect punishing criminals to change the status quo. These methods are too crude. Bishop Payton didn't die for Manet and Aiken; For the honor of the church. I'm about to correct that."
How do you correct Sauron?
It wasn't Dalton after all, and it didn't even occur to me that there would be a new flag to replace the Church of Gaia. This is shocking and unreasonable, and the people of Knox would not even think about it. They have become accustomed to the Church of Gaia representing the goddess Gaia, and the Council of Light symbolizing Lucia. Breaking tradition requires not only courage, but also imagination. Uriel glanced at Dalton, who was still dreaming. The night elves were a traditional mysterious race, but they could instantly connect with his thoughts. This is not a common situation.
He didn't want to think about the night elves' purpose just yet. You have to be wary of everyone, but also trust them. This is the lesson Iaconi taught him. "I will find a way." Uriel filled the wine glass, "But now I need to rest for a while and then think about how to teach those nightingales a lesson." That would be the real revenge.
What about Aiken? he is homeless
"I will place him properly... In fact, the church in Yotsuye City is not bad. The priest here is a true Gaia believer."
Where did you get the confidence to believe in the Church Ring? Sauron suspected him of being crazy. Damn it, I've never seen such a pure idiot like you.
Before Uriel had time to fight back, the bar door suddenly opened. A large group of people filed in, and the breath of dust from the long journey hit their faces. The drunkenness dissipated instantly, and the apprentice cheered up. He turned around and found that Dalton was still sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up. Uriel had previously promised him the security of Clover City, so he decided to solve the problem before the night elves woke up.
While sitting and going to ring tell him, don't be jumpy. There is no church here... look who that is? a big orange
"York!" Uriel stood up suddenly and almost knocked over the wine glass. "I am drunk?"
An orange-faced man was mixed in with the last few people who came in. He turned his head when he heard this, and his nose was flattened on the side of his helmet. He quickly took it off, pinching his face and widening his eyes. "Lucia on top!" the guy yelled, "Uriel! You're back to the Four Leaf Territory!" Then he rushed straight to the dining table.
This time the wine glass was not spared. Uriel also made sure that he was not drunk.
"I also heard the news about the war in Knight's Bay in Venevoise." The orange-faced mercenary said excitedly. He kept talking for more than ten minutes without even taking a sip of coffee. Sita talked about his experience of escorting caravans and exterminating bandits, complained about the sudden increase in prices and commissioned work in the extremely dark night, and also mentioned the snowflake festival held by the Ice Count and the visiting fog elf envoys. "Did you know? There are actually rumors that the White Envoy died in Six Fingers Castle, and he made a big joke in the bar. If you ask me, the news that Lucia sank to the inner sea is more credible."
"Some people think so every dark night." Uriel couldn't help but smile.
"They want to do everything because they have nothing to do. Only true adventurers dare to lead a mercenary group on a dark night." The orange-faced man waved his arms in a lively manner, showing off his epaulettes. "I am now the deputy of Captain Calder, just like Goldenbeard Kaixi. He also gave me the management of the mercenary group branch in Four Leaf City."
"What? I came back once before the war started, and I couldn't find anyone at all! Did you set up a stronghold underground?"
"At that time, there was something unexpected in the development of the branch... It doesn't matter, it's a trivial matter! We have overcome the difficulty long ago! Your little princess saved the Knox Mercenary Group from traveling from the Four-leaf Forest to Winnie Watts. Tax, no one dares to go against us in the South now."
"Delphine? I have nothing to do with her. It was you who solved the Valley of Sleep."
"We. And your superior commander." He corrected. "I'm more worried about you than the Sky Realm." Yorkshire patted him on the shoulder, "Come to take over Eze's position, Uriel? Eastman is not at peace now, even in the Southern Kingdom."
"That's true," the prophet told his apprentice. Eastman was Knox's gate to hell. "The Gulf War can be ended, but the impact of the Gorge River will not disappear so easily."
"When the war started, many adventurers wanted to go north through the Yellow Hat Avenue. About one-third of them actually went. Boss Calder did not allow us to participate in the war of the mysterious fulcrum. He had participated in In the battle of the demon hunting movement, the doorways inside are clear." York took a sip from the bottle and coughed repeatedly due to the strong alcohol. "Did you drink wine with the dwarves? Max mead? Hell... so far, less than a third of the people who left have come back. But a few lucky guys have made a fortune, and there are still many People are going to try their luck.”
"Now? The Gulf War is over."
"Adventurers call it the White Night War. Have you heard that rumor? About the White Night Knight Wolfgang and his treasure?"
