York yawned profusely and took a nap on the ladder. The afternoon sunshine made him fall asleep quickly. Uriel had no choice but to jump over his rung and jump to the ground carrying a thick book. Maybe I should have forced Sauron to explain those weird terms directly, he thought regretfully, instead of asking him to make a long list of documents.
As a major event in the development of the Glorious Council, the White Prophecy was undoubtedly recorded by the priests. Lady Magdalena played an important role in the Scourge, so this period of history is their primary target for information search. Uriel saw that Dalton was reading "Stories in the Daylight" attentively, which recorded the history of Sodria after the Dawn War, or, in other words, unofficial legends. I should have known I was the only one doing serious things. "How long will it take to finish reading?" he asked.
The night elf weighed the thickness. "By night, right? I started reading it from the part of history two hundred years ago." He added: "There are still more than three thousand pages left."
"The progress is much faster than mine." Uriel flipped the pages across from him according to the catalog. "There is almost no information about Magdalena. She is an honorary member of the Glorious Council, but in writing she is like Hollow Man."
"There may be more clues in the temple, such as finding someone familiar with her. Even you and York can find Lemons." Zhuo paused and raised his head: "Is what he said true? "
"Who? Captain Paladin?"
"York. He said you defeated Lemmons Theodore. I also heard about what happened in the Iron Claw City in Wenivaz, Kamaria, the elves of Alanvor, as well as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Radiant Council. The Holy Knights." The apprentice almost forgot that Dalton was also considered a royal valet. "But at the time, the royal party believed that the intelligence was exaggerated."
"That's it." Uriel immediately confirmed, "I had just changed my profession at that time. Bai...my mentor left me helpers in order to prevent me from dying in the battle. You know, Sauron, there is still time Realm magic."
The night elf glanced at the ring and said, "With its help, maybe the rumors are not so fictional." Fortunately, Sauron did not hear this.
Uriel returned to the topic: "I don't think many people in the church know about Magdalena. She doesn't live in Zangwill. The power of the Harp Witch comes from Otto, that's what Ms. Helen said. . And the assassination occurred outside the city. It was the Holy Knights who should have taken the master of prophecy back to the Holy City at that time."
Paladin Commander Lemons didn't know much about Magdalena, otherwise he wouldn't have come early in the morning to go around with them. This is a mysterious figure, who is at least well-known among the astrologer community in the outside world, but is unknown within the Fulcrum to which he belongs. Almost all of her records are related to the White Prophecy, so the Radiant Council is trying its best to downplay her existence.
"The agent is known as the spokesperson of the goddess." Dalton turned the page, "But he needs to use a witch to deliver the oracle. This Magdalena is not even a mystic from the Sky Realm. There may be a hidden reason for the emergence of the White Prophecy. "
"What's even more outrageous is that she pushed the burden onto me before she died."
"Perhaps the prophet of the tower ordered you to come to the Holy City precisely because he predicted Magdalena's last words?"
He did consider this possibility. But without reliable evidence, speculation will only add confusion to next actions. "It's hard to judge." Uriel said, "To be honest, I don't have a precise idea of the prophetic ability of the Prophet and the Harp Witch. Astrology is a profound subject, and so is the Harp witchcraft, and they They all have received prophetic dreams." Dalton expressed doubts about Magdalena's prophetic power, but Uriel could not refute it. "But we can first assume that this guess is correct and prepare ourselves mentally... Damn it!"
He suddenly stood up and the chair made a sharp noise. Sita York was awakened by the noise, rolled over and fell off the ladder. "We are looking in the wrong direction." Uriel closed the book he had just opened. "It should not be the White Prophecy. Since the Glorious Council intends to cover up Magdalena, it will never record her unfulfilled prophecies In writing.”
"That's the truth." Dalton agreed, "It's just that it concerns the secrets of the Glorious Council. I'm afraid only the agent can give us access to it."
"There are other clues. I just thought that the Prophet and Ms. Magdalena are both recipients of prophetic dreams. Prophetic dreams. Dreams." He felt that he seemed to have grasped the key point, "both the astrologer and the witch of Harp He is a believer in the God of Destiny, and prophetic dreams are the projection of destiny. About gods, about order..."
"...Ion, the god of dreams." Sita York murmured and climbed onto the table, almost knocking over a glass vase the size of a water glass. "Why did you suddenly mention Him?"
"This is the real clue." Uriel told them. "Whether or not the prophet foresaw Lady Magdalena's death and those last words, he will send me to Zangwill. I can complete the prophecy for her. ...Write a letter." That's it. No wonder the agent didn’t ask about the prophecy immediately. Magdalena is not a witch from the Sky Realm, but she can obtain the White Prophecy. "Because we are all people favored by Ain. The Radiant Council is counting on my dream!"
York didn't understand: "What dream?"
"Prophetic dreams." Dalton understood. "You and Magdalena have similar abilities, Uriel?"
"Actually, I'm far behind." That's the difference between four hours and more than two months. "Spiritual vision" is not a gift from Ain. The only role it can play is to help the agents escape from the Holy City before they realize the problem.
"So, you want to take a lunch break with me?" York concluded.
"No, now I am looking for information about Ain, the god of dreams. You can't sleep either! There are more books here than Croyta's library, and the types are richer. They come from various tributary countries of the Holy Council of Radiance. "Kloeta is too far off on this point and is extremely biased. "Let me think about it, where are the bookshelves related to gods?" Uriel let go of his hand, and the books on the table automatically flew back to their original places. The collection of books in the Mysterious Fulcrum does not require the administrator to organize them, and even the search can be done using magic to take shortcuts. However, the apprentice neither knew the relevant detection magic nor dared to disturb Priest Lucia who was forced to open business early in the morning.
"Here." Dalton pointed behind him, where there were more than ten rows of tall bookshelves, with the largest collection of books in any area. "Our workload has increased."
York didn't want to move at all: "If you ask me, this is looking for a needle in a haystack, and there will be no results in the next life. It will still be Sita's next life."
The Glorious Council is different from the Tower of Croy. The library information in the tower is connected to the ring and can be indexed directly through the two-dimensional rectangular ladder 'mailbox'. Uriel wondered whether Sauron had detection magic.
"No." The ring ruthlessly broke his illusion, "Otherwise, why would you idiots waste time here?" I can directly call up the location of the relevant books... This is a place similar to the Gaia Church's forbidden area, a mysterious place. Different mysterious places have different rules, and the Council of Light prohibits us from rummaging around at will. You'd better just dream." Its runes dimmed.
"Mystery has a wide range of uses." Dalton said, "Even Eastman will deploy magic in important areas." He paused, "I bet we can't use magic here."
Although the night elf is not Roma, he still has a good chance of winning. If Uriel had arranged for outsiders to enter his home, he would not have been defenseless. Only York defiantly drew his sword and tried to prove the reasoning with action. A spark appeared from the tip of the sword, and suddenly the sunflower in his hand turned his head violently, causing the water in the vase to spray all over his head and face.
"Damn it!" cried Sita. Uriel and Dalton were enjoying themselves across the desk.
"Don't play with fire next to the bookshelf." Night Elf teased, "Even Sunflower knows this."
"I couldn't escape!" York said regretfully, "I can't turn into the elemental state here, damn it. Magic is completely uncontrollable."
Uriel realized the limitations of this place. He had not seen the magic flow on York's sword blade just now, and even the devil's fire was not sensitive here. This seems exploitable. You must know that the gift of Ain, the god of dreams, is just a lie by Joey to cover up his true nature. He cannot solve the unsolved mysteries left by Ms. Magdalena at all. The only thing they could count on was "spiritual vision", but they were in the temple and Uriel didn't dare to use magic randomly.
In the library, the danger seems to be greatly reduced. People can't achieve magic here, the mysterious place has its own rules.
"Find a book as soon as possible." Dalton put the thick "Story of the Day" beside him, and it did not fly away. "It's getting late."
"No amount of time is enough." York complained, "You have seen the Sea of Singing, Dalton, you should know how difficult it is to get a needle from it!" The water vapor was evaporated by his body temperature, and it seemed that some magic was still there able to function normally. After all, the West Tower is said to be Lucia's creation, and the builders may have considered that there would be guests from the Glitter Pool.
"I hate the sea," Dalton replied. Uriel was thinking about something else. He faced the same predicament before the ruins of Six Finger Castle. The pressing time made the apprentice's mind spin very fast. Fortunately, he did not leave a lifetime of regrets by the river. I was wrong again, time is never a problem.
"The priests of the Glorious Council are crazy. Shouldn't they only collect Lucia's gospel and hymns?" York picked up the nearest book and showed its cover to his companions. "'Conjectures about the relationship between mysterious regular disasters in nature and the beliefs of gods'. How fresh! If there is no mention of Broken Moon in it, I will light fireworks with it." He made a face and opened it to flip through the catalog.
Uriel pulled out another book from across from him.
"'The Pansy of Destiny——'" When he read the title of the book, he couldn't help but yawned, "'——Dream Projection'."
