The beginning of every legend is almost always related to a turbulent era. The White Prophecy two hundred years ago brought Joey, the most powerful leader of the White Envoy, to the Tower of Sky, and also made the Holy Council of Radiance become the most famous pillar in the mysterious field. It is difficult to say that this honor is entirely attributed to one person, but the role played by the leader is still irreplaceable, and he is worthy of the honor. The Speaker of the Glorious Parliament, the spokesperson of the Goddess of Light in Knox, the "Holy Father" of the Lucian Sect, Cornelius Hinderk Kleist, this great representative is standing at this moment. in front of them.
This man started the demon hunting movement, Uriel thought, and he also led the mysterious realm to expel the undead lord Black Knight and his master, the King of the Dead Sea.
The undead of Garvash can't get their hands on Knox, at least for now. Shiro's prophecy came true two hundred years ago, and Uriel's knowledge of the plague of the undead was limited to the Four-leaf City and books. I am afraid that except for York, no one present dared to claim to know the details of the war that year. All we know is winning. The victory of order, the victory of justice, the victory of Lucia's faith. Glory and victory are inseparable, but Uriel knows that he will never be able to bear a similar sense of mission. I had arrived at a dangerous hunting ground, and there was no room for rejection.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," the Priestess reported, "three guests: Uriel, the messenger from the Sky Tower, Sita York Shain, the adventurer from the Twinkling Pool, and Dalton Shadow, the night elf from the underground world. Tooth Nathanael." Her Elvish language was also clear and sweet. "Follow the goddess's will and bring them to the temple."
The agent stood in front of a pool of molten gold. There are countless candles here, the door is opened, and thousands of gold stars are jumping in the room. The sculpture of Lucia is similar to Gaia, who walks on the water waves, and her face and posture appear psychedelic and divine. After hearing the words, the agent turned around. He had endless reflections in the water, like a ball of flame rising in the ripples.
From the title, we can see that he is not a saint like the Tower Prophet. And if compared with ordinary people, it is difficult to see his extraordinary appearance. The agent has extremely common characteristics of northerners. His face is darker than ordinary people, his facial features are more compact, and his forehead is wider. His eyebrows were thick and hard, the middle of his nose was bulging, and there was not even a stubble on his smooth chin. His eyes are still ordinary dark green, and only a huge flame-like gem is firmly worn on the top of his reddish-brown hair to highlight his identity as the representative of the goddess.
"Tower messenger." The voice of the agent seemed to be recalling, "When I was my mentor's apprentice, Croita no longer used messengers as a necessary part of delivering prophecies. You have your own defense power, but in We are stuck in our own ways in the clouds." He showed a mocking smile, "We are not on the same journey, are we?"
"As you can see, my lord, I am the only one from Croita." Uriel turned to look at his companions, a Sita and a night elf. Compared to the Glorious Council, which is absolutely dominated by humans, the Tower seems to be a more enlightened and mysterious fulcrum.
"I am referring to the mysterious path, paganism, and the development of forces in the mortal world is a low-level competition, not worthy of our real investment. I have no objection to the work of astrologers. Order is not static, and observing changes is necessary for lawfulness. Means. But I don’t think that discovering the problem is all the elements of solving the problem. It is just the premise. Passive waiting is a negative approach and is often the first step to failure. Chloe’s closed tendency was obtained after Bai Zhi’s prophecy It’s an improvement, isn’t it?”
"I cannot answer you, my lord, I am not an astrologer."
"I know who you are, young man. You don't need to emphasize this. Does the appearance of the messenger mean that Chloe is restoring the ancient road?" the agent asked.
"I can't make a decision on behalf of the tower, Your Majesty." Uriel just wanted to end this topic quickly. He could tell that this representative had no favorable opinion of them, but it was not malicious. At least it's much better than the Priestess who just led the way. In Uriel's mind, the Prophecy of White was just a word related to the undead and the invasion war. Apart from Joey, the White Messenger, he had no idea what other related details had happened in the tower that year.
"The Prophet does intend to appoint me as the tower messenger, but to be honest, Sir, I am not qualified to take on this important task now." Please tell me the content of the graduation examination, and then we can be out of sight and out of mind.
"You are good at evasion." The agent commented. His eyes glanced at each of them contemptuously and quickly, as if there were all mortals in the world except the gods, and all mortals looked the same. "Deimosis told me that his messengers would bring answers to the Glorious Council's questions."
Uriel began to feel something bad: "Problem? Sir, problem?"
"Astrologers rarely respond so clearly to the hidden dangers of Order's future and Knox's future."
"Response?"
"Are you my echo?" said the representative unhappily. "Don't ask me, heretic. Lucia hears thousands of prayers every moment, and I only want you to solve one of them. You The prophet assures me you can do it, which I doubt." He turned, and Uriel suddenly found himself unable to speak.
"Arabella." The familiar priestess came out from the shadow of the icon. Due to being too nervous, the apprentice didn't notice her at all at first. "Find a quiet enough space for our guests to rest, and be prepared to receive them for a long time." The agent gave the order without even looking at them.
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"I have a feeling," York said, "that we're not leaving this damn place anytime soon."
"For you, this place is really not that bad." Dalton snorted, "I'm fed up with the thin dark elements here, York, have you ever considered other people's feelings?"
"I'm thinking about Uriel's mood." The orange-faced man said. "Or Sauron's?"
The apprentice is looking for trouble with the Nightwhisper Ring. He tried to put Sauron on a candle, but the ring refused. "This has nothing to do with me! ” He began to add punctuation at the end of his words, which showed that he was emotionally excited. "I'm repeating the prophet's order, idiot. He wants you to come here!" Understand? Someone has to stop your reckless behavior. 』
"I have reason to believe that the information you reported to the tower was not as accurate as when you recited the prophet's orders." Uriel gritted his teeth, "How can you make the decision without permission?"
"Tell you, it's not me!" After all, you haven't really been stupid yet, why should I stop you in advance? 』
Then when we arrive at the Gaia Church headquarters, you will report it? Uriel couldn't find the words to describe his mood for a moment. "Then please accept my belated thanks, wise Mr. Gessen." He waved his hand, and the candle nailed the ring to the wall like a knife. Sauron was drowned in wax.
"Good luck." York whistled.
"Good accuracy." Dalton commented.
The ring flew out of stains like arrows, spinning in the air and throwing ice in all directions. The apprentice quickly closed the bedroom door, York turned into elemental form, and the night elf fled into the shadows. The three of them tacitly avoided Sauron's angry magic.
After the emotions were vented, the discussion finally started to get on track. Uriel sat at the table and pulled out the frozen teacup from the tray. "There is some reason for this that we don't understand," he said. "I have never heard of the position of courier in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs before. The tower is restoring the ancient function."
"Reason? The Prophet issued the order solely to prevent us from going to the Gaia Church." York tried to unfreeze the sofa.
"Sauron didn't tell anyone, but the Prophet knew everything about our movements." Dalton frowned. He didn't like this, but there was nothing he could do. "Can an astrologer really predict all the details of the future? If so, he must know the current situation of the Glorious Council. That's why he sent you, Uriel."
"Situation?" York didn't know why.
"The Holy City is under martial law." Uriel told him. Mercenary Sita is not sensitive to the situation in a strange city. "Your Excellency Lemmons even went to the shuttle station to receive us in person, and even went through the underground passage for transfer. I think it is unlikely that normal people would have to go through so many circuitous steps if they wanted to enter the Holy City."
Zangwill's status in the Glorious Council is equivalent to that of Blumnot in the Tower, and the Sanctuary is the core of the entire city. A few minutes ago, the priestess Arabella led them to this temporary residence and clearly told them that they could not leave at will. The Holy Cathedral is more than just a church. To be honest, its size is comparable to Zangwill's palace, and its area exceeds the original inner city of San Carlos, the "City of Fog". This restriction is more of a friendly reminder for short-term guests to avoid getting lost in the complex complex.
But no matter what, the church is the core of the Glorious Parliament after all, and checking the people entering and exiting is a necessary measure. This gives them an illusion to a certain extent. In fact, entering the Holy Church from the city will have no impact on the three Uriels, unless the Glorious Council does not want them to show up in the Holy City.
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