"You have become more knowledgeable, Sauron." When the Ring was in the White Tower, he still couldn't figure out the cause of Bishop Peyton's death, but now he was able to quote scriptures to explain the problem. "Or have you figured it out?"
Do you mean assisting you in your rebellion?
"Gaia will remain Gaia and the flag of the Church will remain standing. This cannot be called a rebellion."
Whatever you say, Sauron will not argue, whether he can do it or not is another matter. Ahem. It pretended to write an onomatopoeia. Croita's messenger from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Uriel, your graduation exam is coming soon.
"You haven't graduated yet?" York said.
Uriel didn't know what expression to make.
"Do we need to recuse ourselves?" Dalton asked. The nightingale at his feet had long wanted this treatment, and the complete transparency of communication meant that he had no way out. This nightingale didn't know the news from the wizards of the school, let alone the whereabouts of DeWitt, so the night elves gave him a happy surprise.
"It doesn't look like it's necessary." The apprentice regretted not using his spiritual vision to check for any emergencies before getting up every day. "Want to hear more about it." This kind of surprise inspection sounds very much like Joey's style.
Sodria, the land of quicksand
"What?"
Holy City Zangwill
Even if Uriel had never heard these words, he knew that Sauron was not talking about the same place twice. "Wise Mr. Gessen, is it so difficult to explain the content of the message clearly? If it is really difficult, I will ask the instructor to send you for inspection."
He spoke too quickly. Sauron was about to explain in detail, but he changed his words and wrote a curse word halfway.
Now go to it and piece together the letters viciously, and your assessment will be completed there. This is not the will of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or my master, idiot. It is the order of the Prophet.
"Now?" Uriel glanced at the body on the ground.
"To Sodria?" Dalton frowned.
York slapped his forehead, "What about your plan, Uriel? I can go with Dalton to find that bastard noble. What the hell, you haven't graduated yet? Croita didn't use the fire ceremony as her graduation Standard?" He paused suddenly. "If your test is related to His Excellency Bai Zhizhi, then pretend I didn't tell you."
The apprentice was not thinking about the details of the test. "What's going on?" Uriel grabbed the ring, "Isn't the White Envoy in Brumnot? He went to Sodria? How can this be done?"
Stop guessing, this matter has nothing to do with my master. Sauron said with certainty that it was arranged by Lord Prophet and sent it directly to me through the two-dimensional rectangular ladder... Although we are not within the scope of the Star Gap, the observation deck can Find our location. Okay, idiot, take your big paws off
Uriel did as he was told, and Sauron was finally free. "The Prophet allowed me to come back to solve Aiken's settlement problem, why suddenly..."
"Let me tell you, you don't just want to solve his problem." Dalton suddenly spoke.
The smell of blood floated in the alley, and the heat mist no longer emitted from the corpse's wound, its heat had completely disappeared. "This is indeed a bit out of line." Uriel had to admit. The tower prophet had left a deep impression on him when they met, but the intimidation caused by that awe gradually faded during the conversation, and it was not until now that he felt it again. He knew what I was going to do, so he used the assessment to stop us? "I thought Croita wouldn't care about the little things that happen in the Church of Gaia."
Whether it's a small thing or not, you have more important tasks
"I can be an apprentice for the rest of my life, Sauron. Do you want a child like Aiken to be ruined at the hands of a crazy priest for the rest of his life?"
The church's dark business in Eastman has been developing for hundreds of years, and it won't be short of yours. Since you understand the meaning of Lord Prophet's arrangement, you should believe that he understands the situation of Gaia Church...and your situation. The tower doesn't lack you as an apprentice in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, do you understand?
This is not the most reasonable explanation, at least it cannot convince Uriel, but the apprentice has no choice. Joey will use the excuse of internship to bring him back to Eastman to settle his personal grudges. It is impossible for Croita and Lord Prophet to indulge his actions. He shouldn't push himself too far.
"Perhaps our plan needs to be put on hold for a while." Uriel compromised, "Unexpected situation, force majeure."
"It's not difficult to understand." Dalton said, "You must put the Lord Sage's order first, no matter what the order is. The Church of Gaia is not DeWitt Hearne, it will not run away with long legs."
"It seems that Lucia has destined me to settle down in the Frost Moon." York was quite disappointed. "Don't worry, I will ensure the safety of that cub. No nightingale can fly past the defense line of the Knox mercenaries." Orange The face man's complexion suddenly turned pale. "Wait, Sodria... Zangwill... I have to ask, are you going to the Paladin's lair?"
That's right Sauron repeated. I suggest crossing through the Port of Far Light. That damn place is on the other side of the continent.
"No one considered walking over," Uriel replied. After York's reminder, he also began to have a headache about his next destination. "Maybe go quietly."
After the Demon Hunting Movement, Eastman was the last place the Holy Knights wanted to go, and after the arrival of the Broken Moon God, the holy city of Zangwill was the last place Uriel wanted to go. He would be the most unwelcome guest among the locals. Uriel and Paladin Commander Lemons fought over the werewolf Meme in Camaria, and Cardinal Daniel Edgar will not forget the "glorious history" of the White Envoy severely injuring him and capturing him. Arriving at the home of the Glorious Parliament, Uriel felt that there was a high chance that he would have an accident.
The prophet will not let you die. Sauron deliberately added after Uriel was worried, but the representative of the Glorious Council may not necessarily
Uriel was willing to pay any price to get Sauron to stop his cynicism. "Don't listen to its scaremongering." He explained to York and Dalton. Their expressions were quite serious, as if they took the ring's words seriously. "To be honest, we do have a bad relationship with the Glorious Council, but it has not reached the level where we are now dealing with the Gaia Church." The prophet had plenty of excuses to prevent the conflict between him and the Gaia Church, and there was no need to send him to the Holy City.
"It makes sense. Sita of the Twinkling Pool is Zangwill's most welcome guest, and they ignore anyone else." York pulled off the armband of the Knox Mercenary Group, "I haven't experienced this yet. The feeling of being warmly welcomed is a rare opportunity."
Uriel realized that he too had changed his mind.
"Roma's archery instructor has gone to the Kingdom of Quicksand. Now that Eastman has no clues about DeWitt Hearne, it is most efficient to proceed directly to the next task." Dalton also said, "In this way, we only need to Change the line.”
"There's no need for this." Did I fail to explain it clearly, or is Zangwill indeed very dangerous? Although they seemed to be worried about something happening to him in the Holy City, Uriel felt that he had no confidence. "It's very far there." In the end, he only spit out a weak reason.
"I come from far away places." York said naturally. "The Twinkling Pond is not in Knox, and there is no shortcut to the underground world in Eastman. Since I have already experienced traveling far away, what will happen again?"
"If your mission ends quickly, we can continue the crusade against the Gaia Church on the way back. Curses make it difficult to obtain information from priests. It is faster to go with you than to change careers." Dalton rubbed the match with his thumb. Heavy crystal.
"Say something, Sauron." Uriel looked at Mr. Ring, "Does this damn assessment allow me to ask for off-site assistance?"
Your assessment is in the Holy City, not on the way to the Holy City. Who cares about you?
"That's right." The orange-faced man agreed, "We are going to support you, Uriel. The Glorious Council will definitely welcome us." He glanced at Dalton, "At most, there is a difference in viewing position."
"Well, I guess that's not a problem."
Uriel could only thank the gods for giving him a brother in Knox who could live and die together. "I heard that the mercenary group must be composed of at least five people. Fortunately, we don't have to go to the bar for certification." The prophet's order disrupted his plan, but the apprentice's mood was not that bad at the moment. “I never thought I could realize my dream of becoming an adventurer before graduation.”
Dalton snorted. "After becoming an adventurer, there are many unexpected things."
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The chirping of cicadas made her upset, so she threw grapes one after another out the window. The fruit fell to the ground, but it quickly became frosty and did not break at all. In the summer, black bears wearing fur hats and cloaks passed by, noisily pushing carts or pulling up cargo boxes. They were all listless, dripping with sweat, and didn't even look at her.
Danlfion was bored to death.
She had nothing to do, so she wandered from the study to the garden, and from the garden to the dining room. The fountain was filled with rose petals, and even they had more to do than she did. There is no governess, no castle steward, no nagging and stupid maid, and most importantly, no mother Tracy Wiggins. Isn't this the life she wants? But why is she so bored?
"Miss." Dentist Hope asked to see her, and Delphine immediately agreed. He would bring her something funny, usually the result of his own clumsiness. "It's time for you to go out on horseback. The weather is nice, why don't you go out and have a look?"
It was rare that he would give good advice, and Danlfien readily accepted it. The weather was too hot, so she sat on a horse in her pajamas and galloped briskly on the stone road. There was one of her streets outside her castle, and at the end of it was her tavern. no doubt. This is my city. All belongs to Dandelphine.
The sound of music penetrated my ears. The door of the tavern was open, and the orange-faced man York was playing bagpipes inside. Captain Calder and the dwarf Painter were melting iron and drinking wine, and Golden Beard was applying oil to his beard. There was a druid sitting in front of the door. He gave Danlfion a bouquet of moon flowers.
A gray-haired puppy jumped on the table, hissed and growled at her, but was suffocated by the pollen and sneezed. Danlfien stretched out his hand to scratch its belly and kicked away the golden cup that fell to his feet. The water elf rushed over and sprayed water mist on her bare arms apologetically.
