A hand shook his shoulders, and Uriel woke up from his dream. He took the mint juice that was offered to him, and the spicy coolness made him cough.
"If someone had told me that dreaming was so hard, I would have thought him a liar." York hid aside, "I often suffer from insomnia."
"You should go to Tinnodar and have a look." Dalton said. "I'll make sure you can't sleep." He threw a pile of white paper into the fire. "Those are useless. Try the next one. Ritual magic paired with the cicada slough potion for six? I think it will keep you asleep for a week."
Or sleep until the next life. "No, no need. I seem to have a clue." Uriel said quickly.
York perked up: "What is it?"
Before Uriel could answer, Dalton stopped him. "Don't ask any more questions, Sita." The night elf had already thrown another "recipe" into the fire. "Most prophetic dreams are warnings of disasters, and it is not surprising that they involve the entire mysterious field. The agent will not allow them to spread and cause panic in Zangwill. Don't you want to take a stroll in the Holy City? If you want to go, don't mess around. inquire about."
“Curiosity is the driving force of adventurers and is more durable than fire.”
"I'm looking at the wallet."
"And coffee and music and weird and beautiful views. Everybody knows it." He shook his head and jumped on the chair, and Dalton frowned.
Uriel knew that he didn't like the other party's frivolous behavior, especially in a place like Zangwill. The apprentice noticed that there were often people staring at them from inconspicuous corners, monitoring everyone's actions. Needless to say, in the sanctuary, anyone can be the eyes and ears of the vicar. The night elf was uncomfortable, and so was he. Only Sita York likes the elemental environment here.
Maybe when the materials run out, we will be kicked out of the temple to eat sand. It doesn't seem bad when you think about it. But Uriel felt that it was more likely that he would be left in the Holy City by the agent until he received a satisfactory answer from the prophet. Then I won't even have a chance to eat sand, he thought to himself, and will be thrown directly back to the City of Floating Clouds. Apprentices who have not completed their graduation exams have to go back to Bloomnott. Is this the plan of the Saint of the Sky Tower?
But Uriel was not very willing to cooperate.
Two days ago, after his first attempt to control dreams to make prophecies, the agent sent a priest to claim the results. Uriel thought about telling the news about dreaming about Mortus at that time, because according to the effect of ritual magic, "spiritual vision" was indeed successful in communicating fate. Mortus can be said to be the place where the prophecy occurred, so it would at least have something to do with it. Hitarian and Ruth are the protagonists of the prophecy. They belong to the Starless Night and involve the Black Knight. The Gulf War, sparked by the Blood Tribe and two demon lords, caused irreparable damage to the Gorge River. Chloe's messenger is supposed to deliver disaster warning to Zangwill. After all, they are the united front of order.
But because of this, he had to keep everything in the dream a secret. The Red Prophecy was not the result that the Advocate expected to hear, but Uriel only told him this. The gods have eyes, even if the demon lord does all kinds of evil, the Lingot sisters are still innocent. They shouldn't be burned to death...
It seemed like a stupid thing to discuss whether it should or not. People had their own reasons to live or die, and Uriel couldn't implement them one by one. The only consolation is that the Black Knight is different from Lord Flame Moon and Lord Quicksilver. He saved Hitarian and is not the kind of madman bent on revenge. Maybe he's not. At least the cavalry he killed certainly didn't think so.
Lord Firemoon claimed to be the lord of the Oath Keepers Alliance, but he stood by while the alchemists used the souls of their companions to create the alchemical cores of the warships, and gave them to Prince Drablay as part of the contract. Lametta's essence is no different from that of the necromancer Newell. Forget it, now that things have happened, what excuse do I have to convince myself? I wish the gods wouldn't be so cruel and allow his momentary weakness to have terrible consequences.
Sure enough, the priest came to see him again. This time, the Priestess who had conducted a body search on arrival led the way, but Arabella was nowhere to be seen. Uriel remembered Sauron's tone when he mentioned her before, and determined to remain silent until the destination. As for whether he could continue to remain silent in front of the agent, he was not sure at all.
Your Majesty the Advocate seems to be much busier than the Tower Prophet. Uriel and Priestess were waiting outside, while the Radiant Council listened to Lucia's will behind the door. The sun in Sodria made him feel like he was in an iron furnace, but the glass of the temple wished to concentrate more light and heat. Fortunately, at the end of the corridor is a marble embankment surrounded by low walls, and the city wind passes through the hall, lifting his robes and cloak. It was a rare moment of coolness, and it would have been better if Priestess wasn't glaring at Uriel with her sharp eyes.
"My appearance is not good, miss?" He couldn't help but test.
The sharp eyes began to wander, as if they were trying to cut open his flesh. "Excellent. This is how a tower messenger should wear."
Face towel and leather armor, plus a hat. If I carry my luggage, the only difference between me and a camel is that the latter is on all fours.
"Thanks for the advice." She continued to stare at him, not missing every finger, but the apprentice wisely ended the exchange. It's more comfortable to look at the sun than to face her. Damn it, I'm starting to miss Arabella Reese.
Fortunately, the Council of Light did not last long. This is not surprising, because Uriel has not yet had time to relay the Lucia oracle he received in his dream to His Majesty the Advocate. After the door opened, Bishop Edgar, who had met once in Kamaria, walked first. Thanks to the face towel, he passed by the apprentice, completely unaware of the stretcher standing next to the shadow carrying him off the rooftop of the Moon Capital.
"Let me guess, you didn't bring good news, did you?" the agent said with a stingy expression.
"I'm sorry, my lord, but my efficiency in understanding prophecies is incomparable to Lady Magdalena's."
"I don't care about efficiency, I just want a result. In addition to the prophet, Croita has other masters of prophecy. I don't know why they sent you."
What a coincidence, my lord, I have the same doubts as you. "My incompetence, Your Majesty, I apologize to you. Prophecy is not my specialty. But please forgive me for not being able to guess the orders of the Prophet."
"Shifting is your strong point. I can't think of any position that can bring your strengths into play. Fortunately, this is an issue for your mentor to consider, not mine. There has been no news about him in the mysterious field recently. To be honest, this is actually a Good news." The agent turned his back, and the halo of ruby spun around on the bright floor tiles. "Go back to your little playmates. It's really hard for you to put Sita and the lizard together. Come on! Useless messenger, don't get in the way here."
Uriel obeyed. He wished he could go back soon.
The agent did not emphasize the deadline, but the threat was self-evident. Uriel and Priestess walked down the steps and faced the hot wind mixed with sand. There is still one day left, and the hope of getting the prophetic dream is slim. After all, "Spiritual Vision" is not Ain's blessing, and the method in Magdalena's notebook is not very effective. Could it be that he really wants to reveal the secret of the Nameless One? Can you get away with changing the person in your dream? The agent's reaction didn't matter, but the apprentice felt a little sorry for the paladin captain who helped them. I can't always please everyone...
He suddenly stopped. "Where are you going, miss?" The wind blowing across the skin became cold, and the candlelight danced faintly on the stone wall. When they climbed up the stone tower, they didn't walk so many steps. Priestess also stopped when she heard this. She was also distracted, so she accidentally led the wrong way? Damn it, will she lead me to the residence of the female priest? Underground?
"This is where you should go, little liar." Priestess said. Her tone was familiar to Uriel, and she would not change it until he took his head off his neck.
"Have I ever offended you, miss? Have I lied to you?"
"You lied to His Majesty the Advocate." Priestess glared at him, "You want to lie to him, I can see it. Lucia's will should not be relayed by you. You are guilty of serious crimes! Trying to defile the temple and confuse the faith. You will not die well. Go to hell, you damn infidel.”
Did you guess right? But think about it, it’s not a crime after all. There is something wrong with this woman. Sauron of the Ring is still stealing uncollected books from the library. Uriel can't stop it at all, but the apprentice has long been accustomed to carrying the Scroll of Oath with him. He backed away warily, "Of course, Croita's messenger will not believe in Lucia. Miss Priest, I hope you can understand. Is there an interrogation room below? Do you want to make sure I tell the truth?" Is the agent impatient? No. There was still one day left and he didn't have to do this. "Who are you?"
Priestess stopped talking or moving. She stands on the first step of a neatly arranged marble staircase, relying on shadows to make her presence known. There is no skylight or low walls here, and the cold air seems to smell of blood. Gray dots of sand and dust were scattered in the orange candlelight, and the pits on the stone walls created varying shades of darkness. Uriel used divine magic to enhance his senses, but the moment his vision brightened, he lost sight of the Priestess.
He heard a loud bang, but did not feel the magic power. But the stairs behind him suddenly sank, sinking into darkness. Then, the sound continued, and the upward stone steps quickly disappeared, as fast as if they had been slapped into the ground by a giant. Uriel immediately looked up at the ceiling, only to find that there was no spiral staircase above his head. Everywhere he looked was empty darkness, and he felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff.
Fear rises and falls like waves. Did they discover my secret? At first Uriel only dared to use his "clairvoyance" in the library, but Dalton and York carried him back to the guest room. As a result, he somehow entered the dream of the Red Prophecy at that time, and his vision continued. Based on this, Uriel believed that the church was as safe as the tower, as long as he did not go to places with similar fire rituals... No, that should be the case. Even if the agent discovers his secret, he will not take action before the deadline, otherwise why wait until now?
Regardless, York and Dalton are safe for now. Uriel thought as he jumped to the next level as the stone steps beneath his feet shook. I'm different. The sunken stone steps had a huge drop, and he could only go down, even if the end point was hell.
