Although they cannot take out the collection of books, it does not prevent them from copying down key information. After four or five days of saving, Uriel had already obtained a drawer of thick manuscript paper. He sorted things around the table while Sauron the Ring shamelessly searched for knowledge not found in its database. Out of consideration for the origin of his style, Uriel did not express any opinion.
"Did the agent give you all the mysterious materials?" Dalton asked with a frown.
"That's right. And the amount was doubled. But before leaving, he threatened to drive us all out of the Holy City if I didn't give him an answer on the fourth morning."
"Are you sure? I don't want to sleep in the desert. It is said that as hot as the sand is during the day, it will be as cold as the sand at night." York sat on the windowsill with his legs bent. The window was so small that he had to press the back of his neck against it. On the glass, so he deformed himself while talking. "Books can be deceiving sometimes. I never knew ritual magic would require Five Leaves Winter!"
"It turns out there's a lot you don't know," Dalton said sarcastically. He then turned to Uriel and said: "As long as you don't swallow these mysterious plants all at once, it won't be a big problem. One-third of the dose is only slightly hallucinogenic."
"I'm talking about the effects of ritual magic! I'm not doubting that these things will eat people to death."
"Mysterious creatures in high circles don't die that easily."
"There's a difference between lizards and humans, man. But Uriel, why don't you start?"
I really thought you would come up with an argument. Uriel decided to leave them alone next time and have a good fight. "These are all auxiliary, the key is to control consciousness. Ritual magic is only used by ancestors to concentrate when they are in a trance. It is not unusual at all." He told the two mysterious creatures, "Many mysterious professions that require willpower are in employment. This ritual is also used at times. Sauron even carries a copy of the finished product." Ring Sauron is dividing the potion into three precise parts. It has been idle for so long and it’s time to start working. "We actually had four chances."
"Then we can stay four more days," York said. "Maybe there will be a chance to go shopping in Zangwill. When we get back, I can talk about it in front of Boss Calder."
"I don't have a chance to ask you, Dalton." The apprentice said apologetically, "Otherwise, I can replenish your poison by the way."
"No need." The night elf didn't care, "Curse is my poison." Since reading the book "Prophecy of Future Dreams", his mood seemed to have improved a lot.
Uriel immediately realized the reason for the other party's hesitation. In order to find books related to Ain's blessing, he had to use "spiritual vision" to search among the possibilities. This caused him to become dizzy and unable to clearly share the necessary information with his companions. Well, York is right, lies are part of what it means to be human. After all, my secret is too deadly. Dalton and York came to the Holy City out of their trust in him, and they will part ways due to different goals, possibly soon.
Uriel was not qualified to ask them to stay. He was the one who wanted to overthrow the Gaia Church, and the other two had nothing to do with it. By the gods, they should never have waded into this muddy water. But he couldn't speak, knowing he couldn't belittle the kindness of York and Dalton.
Apprentices can only hope in "spiritual vision".
After closing the bedroom door, Sauron was no longer silent: "Where did you get the courage to deceive the agent?" He is the spokesperson of Lucia and the supreme ruler of the Holy City』
"The gods are gone, Sauron, have you forgotten? Even York thinks so. He is Sita, Lucia's creation. The agent originally relied on Magdalena to obtain the goddess's oracle, or he made it up himself. The Saint of Ashes The Great Holy Seat of the Temple can still peek into the future from the embers, but the only prophet of the Glorious Council is dead. They are asking for help from me."
"It's not like you're here to bargain with him! This is so stupid"
The real folly is coming to the Holy City. "If His Majesty the Advocate notices my deception, he can only drive us away. I don't know the agreement between the Prophet and him, but most of it will be terminated."
"You'd better pray it doesn't come to that, apprentice."
"Of course not. There is no possibility at all for the wise Mr. Gessen. He will not find anything unusual. There is only one ritual magic in that book, and I found more based on its effects. The priest will investigate what books we have read, I even found the alchemy potion formulas and ritual magic foundations that I had read one by one... There is no loophole in the whole thing that arouses suspicion, and they will not know the truth." Because we don't know either. Uriel needs to use "spiritual vision" to get the prophecy. Who here knows how to control the power of the devil?
The Council of Light must know their enemy, but Uriel in reality has nothing to do with the Nameless One. Unless Magdalena is resurrected and gives a prophecy, no one can connect them.
"But you took the cicada and the full moon."
"Lucia's magical potion has such a name. It's quite unbelievable, isn't it?"
"Where did you know this?" Even the effects are clear...the library will not open to you books related to their magical arts.』
Sauron's suspicion was justified. The full moon potion seems to be a creation of witches, but it actually belongs to Lucia's magical system. The magic potion can soothe the magic power to a great extent, keep the fire stable, and even have a weak effect on the wounds of the fire. The council uses it to prevent the priests from using magic at night. It is usually consumed during important rituals and precise experiments. Uriel has other uses.
This thing is also very rare in the temple. Potions involving fire are rare, and Sovero is just a special case. "Perhaps you told me, Sauron."
"You didn't use it"
"Me? That's such a waste. I can't use that thing...but Mr. Eads needs it."
"If you can't tell, you're not stupid at all." The ring suddenly became more energetic. "It's a pity that we don't understand the difference in mystery." It even forgot to refute the apprentice's fabrication.
"Remember to update yourself in the equipment department when you go back. Well, can you please keep watch for me, wise Mr. Gessen?" I hope I can succeed once. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to rest tonight.
Uriel lay down and activated "Spiritual Vision". It turns out that no one noticed that he was using demonic magic in the sanctuary, just like in the tower.
Exhaustion caused him to fall asleep quickly, and the ritual potion awakened the apprentice the moment he fell into sleep. Frustratingly, when I opened my eyes, I saw a dark red wave. Another prophecy of red. How on earth could he get out of here?
Feelings and self are so clear, which means the magic is indeed working. But the blood-red prophecy persists, and everything is in vain. Due to his excessive sobriety, Uriel found it difficult to leave here. This is a "spiritual vision" after all, not a true prophetic dream. Maybe when he wakes up he will find that only a second has passed, but it could also be like it was at Silverdome City Church. That time he slept for a long time, and the tentacles of fate connected with his magic, causing the "spiritual vision" to become a strange state that mixed prophetic dreams and future dreams.
There is no other way, Uriel thought, he must find Joey first.
The water he was in was calmer than when he first arrived, and there was no debris in the waves. Going with the flow is an innate talent, and swimming is a gift from a mysterious profession. Uriel swam with the current for a while and dived underwater at a familiar bend. These may not be real water, and his breathing is as unhindered as in the air.
The scenery under the river is richer. The bones swam like fish, and the broken limbs undulated. He waited patiently for the floating corpses, or simply went upstream.
The first one to appear was still an old man in a robe, who seemed to be a noble from Six Finger Castle. He looked oddly familiar. Perhaps I had seen him before at Lord Isborne's estate. Uriel floated up slightly and watched the body float downstream. The scars on its back were whitened by the river water. Perhaps he died before the flood destroyed Six Fingers Castle, and his body was washed into the river.
After waiting for nearly five minutes, the second person came down the river.
This is a one-legged middle-aged man whose skin is either rotten or corroded by strong acid. His right leg retained the same shape as when it was broken, with a flat cross-section and no blisters. Uriel recognized it as a sword wound. The blade of the murder weapon was sharp enough to cut through bone. The wound on his chest was difficult to identify. Uriel looked closely at the fist-sized wound, but he could only think of steel bars and jagged broken wood.
Then he let go and let the body float away.
Uriel came back here many times, but nothing was as clear as this time. Ritual magic kept him awake enough in his dreams to discover many hidden details. These corpses were walking downwards. He stared at the back of the one-legged man. Where would they end up? The blood-red sea of singing? Or is it piled up in a narrow river? The apprentice gritted his teeth and shuddered.
The third one is also unchanged. The corpse of a woman with long hair, her limbs had been soaked in a circle, and she still looked skinny. Uriel held her shoulders with one hand and tried to push away the seaweed-like hair with the other hand, but suddenly she rushed forward and almost hugged the apprentice with her entire body. He was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he tried his best to shake the body away.
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