"Skraguk?" Caddell repeated. "Where is that?"
"A neutral country. Probably near Faftanna." The priest's geographical knowledge is obviously richer than anyone here. "It was originally a vassal state of the Silence School, but it declared neutrality after the Battle of the Saints."
Lemons had no recollection of the place. There are large and small countries on Binya Io, including human kingdoms and empires, as well as countries of other races. Faftanna is the kingdom of the mist elves and one of the seven mysterious pivots. The Tower is still a mysterious fulcrum where humans dominate, while Faftanner is a completely alien world with no place for humans at all. After the arrival of the Broken Moon God, these fog elves even arrogantly accused the Council of Light for desecrating their ancestral land, as if it was the Paladins' fault for losing their ancestors.
Scraguk is located near Fife Tanner, perhaps that is why it is now a neutral country. Neither Faf Tanner nor the School of Silence were winners in the Battle of the Saints. Even the Glorious Council... His Majesty the Acting Crown was the spokesperson of the goddess, but the goddess did not let the camps of order fight each other. A neutral country couldn't be better, but a foreign minister like Bai Zhizhi is a hell. Lemmons hopes that this mission will not lead to another massacre or war, so that even the righteous party will be unable to argue.
"Is he telling the truth?" Alexia continued to question, "It would be better to test with truth potion. How can a poacher know the whereabouts of a Harp witch?"
"You are right, my lord," said Caddell, "but we have no right to interrogate the count's prisoners. Of course, if permission is granted..."
No one objected to the idea, so Lemmons took it upon himself to speak. "Forget it, he has no reason to talk nonsense. Sometimes torture is better than mysterious methods, so why waste potions on the other party?" In fact, the information Lemmons found was different from what the Earl said. Poachers also look more like errand boys than hunters. If someone rides a horse frequently, some characteristics are still obvious. The guys in the dungeon don't have these characteristics.
It's okay to question the criminal's lies, but it's a different matter to question the outcome of the lord's ruling. So he told Cagat the identity of the witch in Talanitas and expressed his eagerness to leave this place. This is contrary to the teachings of the goddess Lucia, but the nobles of Bures are governed by the royal family, and if they want to enforce justice, they have to go around in circles. Then it depends on luck. If Magdalena still remembers such a person, the unlucky guy can save his life. Now Lemons doesn't care about the feud between the local lord and the witch, he just wants to find someone.
The journey on the Ladder is no better than running through the plains or deserts. There are no monsters to harass or bandits blocking the way. Lemons actually feels a little bored. After arriving at his destination, he suddenly remembered that he wanted to report the progress of the mission to the Holy City, but Arabella said that she had already reported it.
"Until we find her, my lord." Priestess relayed the instructions, "Bring her back to Zangwill. Oh, and I also emphasized that the sooner the better."
Lemmons can only do the best he can. To be honest, it would be a piece of cake for him to carry Durandal and lead the knights to eliminate monsters and demons, but searching for witches would not be the same. If a witch wanted to hide herself, the clues they had finally obtained from the Black City dungeon would be nothing. It is said that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Tower used the pretext of searching for apprentices to intervene in the Gulf War, and also forced the royal family to mobilize forces to find people for them. No matter how efficient it is, I would never do that.
He didn't expect anyone to understand their current predicament better than him. Just as Lemons was about to leave, a woman calling herself Magdalena took the initiative to find the Holy Knights. This is indeed the fastest way.
The witch who received the White Prophecy earlier than the tower wore an elf-style dark purple dress with lace that turned out at the bottom of the hoop. She looked like a sprouting onion. However, fancy clothes could not hide her power of prediction. This honorary member of the Glorious Council had long known that the Holy Knights would come to Skluguk, so she dressed up four hours in advance. Although it's hard for Lemmons to praise her taste against her will, his patience is breathtaking.
"Lord Theodore." Magdalena greeted, carrying her suitcase, which probably contained all her belongings. "Durandal has changed its owner. Is Edgar reluctant to hand it over to you?"
"My mentor ordered me to continue the glory of the Holy Sword."
"There is no doubt that glory does not belong to one person. Young people like you are really enviable, and you can have beautiful visions for the future." Is she mocking me? Lemmons didn't know if the Harp Witch had the ability to see into people's hearts. Witches are very mysterious and powerful, no matter which branch.
Whatever she wanted, he really didn't have any secrets that couldn't be told at the moment. "We need to return to Brestatik first. The Archbishop is still waiting for news from us."
"I suggest you go back to Zangwill directly."
Arabella asked: "Will something happen in the Holy City?"
"Holy City? It's very nice there."
"It is indeed possible to go back to the Holy City directly." Lemons interrupted them, "But we must go back to the Black City first, Lady Magdalena, this is a necessary step."
"Our itinerary is arranged by you, Lord Paladin." The witch raised no objection.
Time was spent on the back and forth journey, and there were still no accidents during the period. They spent the night at a castle along the way. Alexia found him alone, trying to figure out how to confirm Magdalena's identity.
"Prophecies sometimes do not rely on mystery, talent is the most important." Lemons told her, "The power of the Harp Witch to communicate with destiny is secondary. Lady Magdalena recognizes Durandal, and the Holy Sword also knows her. Not unfamiliar."
"Will she give us another prophetic dream?"
"No one knows except herself." Lemons didn't want that. Predictive dreams are very dangerous, and they are often not dangerous to a person or an organization. The order in Knox has been peaceful for a hundred years. Who would want war and disaster? "Get some rest quickly. After escorting Magdalena back to the Holy City, there are still countless monsters waiting for us at the border."
"We should find the source of the strange monster movements. There is no reason for them to run out of their territory en masse and then swarm to the city to die."
"That's right, so I still have to resist the attack until Lady Magdalena is found." It is not difficult to guess the meaning behind the council's order. The Paladin does not need to consider this, but the Paladin Captain cannot help but think about it. They are indeed the swords of the Holy Inquisition, but Lemons wants Durandal's blades to stay away from the innocent.
"Let's go together." She pulled away her visor and kissed his face. Alexia, his dear companion, finally got her answer and went to sleep peacefully. Lemons will keep vigil for her until the Broken Moon passes through the stars.
He was not alone, the paladins were on duty in shifts, and the subtle noises reassured his sleeping companions. But Lemons felt lonely because of the witch. Originally I was one of them. Arabella is distressed by her status as a substitute apprentice. It is a completely naive idea. The difficulties she has to face are far more than being incompatible with other priests.
Someone he hadn't expected was also awake. "Lady Magdalena, will you persuade me to change my itinerary?" He did not look back.
The Broken Moon reflects the witch's shadow.
"Wrong. I have no reason to convince you. The guidance given to me by the Harp is very vague, unless I cross the path of death."
"You received the White Prophecy and foresaw the disaster of the undead." Lemons said, "Is something big going to happen to Knox? I hope you will give me some advice, and at least make me a little prepared."
"To tell you the truth, I don't know anything. Your goddess didn't say a word."
Lemons frowned. "have no idea?"
"My prophecies are glimpses in dreams, not clear reflections of destiny. If I knew every disaster in Knox, I would be a tower prophet instead of a poor honorary councilor." Magdalena She answered unceremoniously and reached out to lift up the hem of her skirt. This move suddenly gave her a moment of youthful grace. Magdalena is a mysterious creature of the White Envoy's generation, and she is at least over two hundred years old now.
She backed away slightly, hiding in the shadows. "But there are other little things I can provide some clues about, like the monsters that haunt Sodria... and the White Night War."
"Isn't the White Night War over?"
"Oh, I'm referring to the School of Silence. The Abyss of Ether directly leveled the island where Prince Drablay was. This was the first time after the War of the Saints that a mysterious fulcrum launched ritual magic of this scale. The wizards indeed decisive."
"Eastman is a place of turmoil, and issues involving the safety of order must be resolved thoroughly." The Council of Light also led the descending of the Broken Moon in the Ice Land, but that was a battle within the order, and it did not have much influence on Knox. Big impact.
"What if the problems you face cannot be solved by order?"
"What's the meaning?"
Magdalena ignored his question. "Then people have to find another way out. The mysterious realm is not all of the world, Knox and mortals... and the end of our faith. The Parliament restarted the Sacrifice of the Moon, the tower pursued the phantom of history, and the Oath Keepers Alliance even launched a Civil War, aren’t these enough to explain the problem?”
Somehow, Lemons felt cold sweat clinging to his shirt on his back, and the moonlight was like the cold wind on the snowy peaks of Angmar, making his spine shiver. "Is this a prophecy?"
"Of course not." Magdalena said, "These are my last words. Tell the messenger that I can no longer help him get guidance, whether it is Lucia or Otto. The true messenger will carry the message of death and rebirth. The message comes from an unfathomable place... The Broken Moon will never come again. If you still have some spirit of contract, obey my wish and burn my body to ashes."
