Dalton couldn't help but turn his eyes and look at the light green book cover in Uriel's hand. York's reaction to his companion's sudden good luck was even greater: "Don't these books all mention the god of dreams?" He jumped over the table and flipped through the shelves next to Uriel. "Projection? Is there also a Broken Moon?"
"No, it means the projection in the dream, not the projection of the dream into reality." Uriel explained, he was suddenly so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes as if he had received the divine inspiration from Ain.
The night elf noticed his state: "What's wrong with you?" Is it really a prophetic dream? But Uriel is the apprentice of the White Envoy.
Dalton didn't know much about Ain, the god of dreams. Tinudar worships Noctura, the god of war, and is guided by the Temple of Ashes. He even saw the Great Holy See. That was when the hair was burned, and the tribesmen knelt in front of the ashes to pray for grace, pray for the warriors who lit the fire to protect their homes, and pray for death to take away the devil. Their prayers and ashes hovered in front of the flames. The Great Holy See stood on the edge of the cloud well, but his eyes were cast into the darkness of nothingness.
If Noctura really gives a gift, people's wishes will not come true. He is the god of war, and the only thing he can bring is strife. Dalton still remembers laughing at the cowardice of mortals, and his companions echoing his words, mocking them for losing the courage to plunder. The underground world is a cruel survival arena, and the huddled coward will starve to death or be hunted because there is never enough food. The Temple of Ashes gives the tribesmen seeds that can germinate in the dark, but the fastest way to harvest among the mysterious races is to fight each other. From this perspective, maybe this is a reflection of our being favored by God.
"It's...a side effect of astrology." Uriel sat back on the opposite side, feeling listless. He threw the book to Sita York and buried his head in his arms. "Have mercy, you two, I have to rest for a while." He seemed to have not closed his eyes for a whole month, and his voice disappeared in a low moment.
"It's my shift." York didn't disturb him again.
Dalton is still thinking about the God of Dreams. Prophecy dreams. The Harp Witch. At Tide Castle, he met Helen Dorothea, the "Witch of Destiny", and saw her ability to predict. However, the first time the Tower Witch gave him was a vague warning, not a complete future. When Dalton returned to the castle again, the second prophecy he got was related to a dream. The famous prophetic dream is the signature of astrologers. After Magdalena died, no one in the Council of Light could replace her, so they had to turn to the astrologers of Croita...
...But the Prophet sent Uriel, the White Envoy's apprentice. As one of the Seven Fulcrums and an Eastman vassal, Croita's membership in the Destiny Gathering is no secret to Dalton. Roma's mentor "Eye of Iron" is more suitable than Uriel to take over Magdalena's task.
From a safety perspective, the White Envoy can only be confident if he comes to Zangwill in person, and Uriel has not even crossed the Path of Death. Could he really be able to deal with Lemmons? Except for the Nameless One, there is no mysterious creature that can ignore the gap between the Ring Level and the Sky Realm. This is impossible.
After ruling it out, Dalton found that the link between everything was still a prophetic dream. The Gulf War echoes the Red Prophecy. What prophecy did Magdalena see? The night elf then remembered that she was assassinated by a demon, and couldn't help but focus on the Nameless One. The glorious councilors under heavy protection are all dead, and Uriel will not be safe anywhere. That's it. Predictive dreams are not something that can be obtained casually. Dalton reminded himself that Uriel only had the gift of dream prophecy and could not foresee anything he wanted to foresee. Moreover, this had nothing to do with the Tower Messenger.
But he was still worried about the whereabouts of DeWitt Hearn.
York's proposal was very reasonable. They took turns waiting for Uriel to rest at the desk, while the other went to the bookshelf to search for new books. When the priest guarding the bookshelf drove them away, Uriel still didn't wake up, so Dalton and York had to take him back to the room.
"Now we are even." The mercenary said proudly. "We have seen each other's embarrassment. It's quite fair. Lucia won't have any objections."
He was referring to the drinking party in the Yotsuba City Tavern. When Dalton was a palace guard, he always despised drinking and having fun, and Sir Laurence Norman also forbade his men to stay drunk in taverns, but there were still many knights who couldn't resist the temptation. DeWitt had planned to marry him and Ingrid and promised to fill the first glass of wine at the banquet. Memories from thousands of years ago are not worth mentioning now.
The collection of books could not be taken out, and the search came to a standstill. Dalton organized the discovered information and arranged it in order under Sauron's instructions. The Sita mercenary was restless, as if he was worried that his body temperature would burn through the leather of the sofa. It can be seen that York really wants to go out for a walk. Dalton stopped him at first, but then a priest knocked on the door, hoping to lead the night elves to meet His Majesty the Advocate.
"Are you sure he is talking about Drow?" the mercenary asked dissatisfiedly.
"Even if you are Sita, you cannot question the order given by the representative."
"Can't you hear it, sir? Of course I will not question the order of the agent. I am questioning your hearing condition."
Priest Lucia tolerated the Sita because they were creatures of the goddess. However, the Glitter Pool has not sent any envoys to Zangwill since the dissolution of the St. Mirend Alliance. The queen of Sita is a saint alongside the tower prophet "Night Awakening" and the Silent School of "Second Truth". She led Sita to become a member of the Oath Keepers Alliance, and the Council of Radiance was only recognized as a mysterious entity two hundred years ago. One of the seven pivots in the field.
"Don't cause trouble, York," Dalton said. The young Sita could not get rid of her impulsiveness for a while, but right now he only had one person he could trust. "Uril is still resting, you have to wait for him to wake up."
"I will ask him what he dreamed about." Fortunately, the boy didn't bother anymore.
Although Dalton came to the rescue for the priest, he did not give the night elves a good look throughout the whole process. Of course you can't expect all Lucia followers to view others without racial prejudice the way York does. They quickly and silently returned to the main hall of the church, countless times faster than the various turns when they entered the holy city. The agent is not a saint above the sky, but there is no need for a priest of the same level to worry about his safety. The night elf was more curious about why the other party wanted to see him, because of Uriel's dream? He hasn't woken up yet.
The development of reality deviates too far from imagination.
"Are you from Tinudar?" the representative asked straight to the point.
"My people are named after their homeland, my lord. The Darkhorn is the fang of the shadows, as the Tinnudar say."
"Of course you are not human. Among the underground creatures, there are at most demihumans, led by the giant lizards of the Ash Temple. Nathanael, are you one of them?"
"All the mysterious creatures from the underground belong to the temple, sir. The mysterious ones blessed by the ashes are the warriors." The others are just weak guys who can't go to the battlefield. Dalton was convinced at first, until he saw a variety of mysterious professions in Binya Ao and the prosperity brought by these professional skills. It's a pity that the Temple of Ashes cannot do this. They have no sun, only the Broken Moon.
"You came to the surface, drow, to the vassal kingdom of Croita and settled there." The agent pointed out impatiently. "And it was after the Battle of the Saint. Is the Temple of Ashes related to your travel location?"
He suspects that I am a nightingale? Dalton thought he understood. "No, my lord. Long before I left the underworld, I had no connection with the Temple."
"So you don't know anything about the Ashes Temple now? Even Yunjing doesn't know anything about it?"
"That's it." Yunjing is an ominous place in the underground world. He suddenly realized something was wrong, "What happened in the underground world, sir?"
"Your hometown is Lucia's glorious abandoned place. It's no surprise what happened." The agent snorted, "Well, since you chose to stay in Croyta, I have nothing to say. Tower The prophet is probably prepared." He waved his hand, signaling the night elves to leave, as if he were dealing with a burned out matchstick.
By the time Dalton ended this meeting, which was obviously a whim of the other party, Uriel had already woken up. He looked tired and pale, leaning on a rocking chair as if sleepwalking, as if someone had dragged him out of bed. Across from him, York rambled on, talking about the stories he had just read in the book, most of which were related to the White Prophecy. Being able to memorize those words and use them immediately to harass others may be adventurer Sita's unique talent.
"Why is the agent looking for you, Dalton?" Seeing him push the door open, the tower apprentice asked. "What happened? Is it related to me?"
"No," the night elf replied, "it's about the Temple of Ashes."
"Temple of Ashes?" Uriel frowned.
"The Cloud Well is the boundary of order and the road from the underground world to Binya Io. Maybe he thought I was a nightingale."
"Are you serious?" York seemed to be looking forward to it.
"Of course not. The Temple of Ashes has no interest in Binya Ao. Although the underground world lacks life, as followers of Noctura, the god of war, my people regard coming to the surface as a cowardly escape. The light here is too strong , the population is too large, and it is not suitable for underground creatures to survive. We have our own way of life, and we don’t think anything needs to be changed.”
"Then why did you come to Eastman?"
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