It was a despicable act, but he couldn't stop his anger from rising. At this moment, he had no time to think about the purpose of the Priestess leading him underground, and he even forgot about the dream puzzle that troubled him at night. While he was comfortably protected in the sept, relying on lies about luck and the gift of dreams, those with similar souls to his were either dead, left to die, or simply left to rot in the ground. Don't you know they exist, idiot? It's not hard to guess.
The Tower Apprentice was punching him in the nose as Dalton and York dragged him off Caddell. Driven by the devil's magic, the paladin was still energetic, struggling and roaring, and blood foam kept spraying from his mouth. But in terms of mental state, the person who was beaten was much better than the person who was attacked.
The paladin captain sent his subordinates to clean up the mess with a gloomy look, and Durandal was lifted upside down in his hands. This holy sword knocked out two people who were fighting in front of the prison a few minutes ago, or in other words, a mysterious creature that can destroy stone bricks and magic at will - silencing all the nameless people who were screaming in panic.
"The air is thin in that damn place." The young mercenary came closer. "Suffocation makes people hallucinate. Do you think of him as a training punching bag, Uriel?"
The apprentice stood under a candle and washed his bloody knuckles with water. The Paladin's bones are as hard as his bones, and the result of a collision is that both sides will be injured. This small injury is nothing, but hitting a sandbag won't have the same effect.
"He attacked suddenly." But this could not explain why he struck so hard. Fortunately, Uriel didn't really kill the opponent. Since no one died, there was still room. The same goes for Uriel and the Priestess who brought him here. "The Lucia inscriptions on the cage don't work." The inscriptions that imprisoned the Paladin were damaged at the beginning, but now there are no complete inscriptions in the entire dungeon.
"That woman did it," Sita concluded. "Have you ever offended her? The Holy Knights have just returned to the Holy City. I'm afraid she will come directly to you to settle the score."
The Priestess who brought him here stood behind Lemons, her arms shackled behind her back by chains engraved with divine inscriptions. With the Sky Realm guarding her, she could only stare at Uriel fiercely. The paladin captain pretended not to see her, and even deliberately avoided catching a glimpse of her when he turned his head.
The key to any high-level divine being able to do this lies in motivation. "I don't know her at all," Uriel told them.
Dalton looked around. "The church uses dungeons to hold prisoners, and there are many extremely vicious people in them. But the people here..." He was silent for a moment, "Only that paladin can be your sandbag. He is a mysterious creature, and his condition is very wrong. No matter what you think I don’t know, but that woman is planning to let him kill you, but I’m not sure how feasible it is.”
There is no doubt about the feasibility. "These are nameless people," Uriel said. Kader is a ring-level clerical knight, but the demonic power has increased his mystery and greatly enhanced his physical fitness. In this way, it is not impossible for him to cope with the Sky Realm in a short period of time... at least this is what people who don't know the apprentice would judge.
Kader has killed Magdalena. At that time, as long as she blames everything on the secret society, the Tower Prophet will not be able to hold the Glorious Council responsible for murdering the messenger. There is a big difference between neglecting defense and killing someone. Hell, even the astrologers couldn't get the truth, because it was indeed the devil. Uriel glanced at the paladin in the prison. He heard his name from Lemons. They had only met once in Kamaria before.
"But she still made the wrong calculation." York patted him on the shoulder. "You live well, man, now it's our turn to settle accounts with her. Lucia will not allow injustice to happen under His palace. If they really dare to do this, I will tell my compatriots about the Holy City. Make it known to the public. Uriel, I swear I will do this. The Queen should have refused to recognize that the Council of Light acted for the will of the goddess long ago."
We all know where the Agent's orders come from. "Of course you will, I know you. Give me some quiet time to think, York, and I will be more grateful to you." Uriel shook his hands dry.
The young mercenary said nothing more and joined the guarding team. The Paladin Captain led three Paladins to come, one of them went to report to the agent, and the other two knights were standing not far from them. Dalton stared at them for a while. Lemons was monitoring Priestess while repairing the magic on the iron rod, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere here. In the final analysis, Kongjing does not need to worry about the ring level, and no one wants another conflict at the moment.
Uriel touched the ring and the runes lit up. "I know what you want to ask"
"Who is she?"
"Alexia, she was originally the priest of Lemons Theodore"
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "Where's Arabella Reese?"
"The little girl is just a substitute. The apprentice of the substitute is thrust into the Holy Knights to see the world. Is it so strange? Can't you also join the mission looking for Rome?" Sauron didn't take Arabella seriously at all. "During the Holy War, Alexia was the priest of the Holy Knights. Her magical attainments are almost equal to your fighting skills.』
Uriel has only been a mythical creature for two months, but Kader understands his ability to fight. "I'm so glad she didn't participate in the Gulf War." Priestess' hatred has never weakened, and the apprentice has no interest in staring at her. He cast his gaze towards the dim prison. "Is there any talk about retirement in the Holy Knights? I always thought it was a lifelong job."
"The dead and seriously injured have privileges"
Needless to say, Alexia falls into the latter category. The War of the Saints took place a hundred years ago, when Uriel's father had not yet been born, and the feud could not span the inner and outer worlds. This is probably the trouble left by Joey. In any case, the former priest's personal behavior is better than following the orders of his agent, and Uriel's secret has not yet been exposed to the eyes of the parliament. He should be grateful, but he didn't feel relaxed at all.
"Do you know the Night's Watch, Sauron?" he asked abruptly.
"City defense team?" Night guard? What on earth are you going to say?』
"Nothing, I just want to find out if there is no one here." Uriel changed the topic, "Has there been any progress in your search work?"
"I can't say no, but it mainly depends on your talent. I would say that the Prophet should ask Larson to write you an instruction manual. He has extraordinary research on dreams. There is also Your Excellency Helen, she is the Witch of Harp, and she must know the secrets in Magdalena's Codex." That book was mostly recorded in common language, Uriel remembered, but a few proper nouns almost made Sauron freeze. "What kind of damn Mortus did you ask me to find? Let me tell you, there are thousands of places where this ghost's name has been called..."
I not only benefited from the convenience of "clairvoyance", but I also tried to steal the fruits of assassinations obtained by secret societies. Anyway, the secret society was saving these people, and I in turn assisted the mass murderers. "This is important to me, Sauron, please."
"...It takes time" Ring did not refuse. "It's not just me. The agent only has one day left for you. Now let the Holy Knights deal with these bastard matters. Or are you going to use this as an excuse for postponement, Uriel?"
"You believe in Lemons." Even Sita York had doubts about the Glorious Parliament, and Uriel had to persuade him in turn.
"Your mentor has had a lot of dealings with paladins. The White Envoy is the leader of the tower, Uriel, and you'd better keep an eye on his enemies... but don't worry too much. Croita is not a decoration, and reckless lunatics like Alexia are rare these days." The ring's reminder always comes too late.
It’s rare, isn’t it? Uriel looked at his fingers. The scroll of oath was still hot, and he almost suspected that his skin would become scorched. Priestess was still glaring at him, and in a way he envied her naked hatred. Not common. Just like the people Al Ain blessed. "Your Excellency." The Holy Knights came over at some point, and Uriel turned around before he spoke.
Lemmons stopped, his face looking like a freshly poured cement mask.
"Is there anything else to say? It's already clear," Uriel said. "I didn't mean to break in here."
"Kardel's injury was also caused by himself?"
"The attack was very sudden. It's hard to imagine that a paladin would charge on all fours." Uriel saw the Priestess looking at him as if she wanted to tear him apart. What's the matter, ma'am? Weren't you the one who used Kader to design the trap? "Without knowing the situation, I had to prioritize my personal safety."
Lemons is different from his partner. "Kadel is controlled by demonic magic, and Bishop Cocian is purifying his will. Your behavior is beyond reproach, Uriel." He stated stiffly, "The Council will give you an explanation, I promise. You will have more. Time to obtain the prophecy. We will also communicate with the prophet in the tower to discuss a solution. The goddess will give a fair verdict."
That paladin was actually not a demon. Uriel looked past him. "Will your Lord Bishop purify others here as well?"
The Holy Knight Commander probably thought he was referring to the Priestess behind him, so his expression became even more ugly. A glimmer of light flashed across Durandal's blade, but under their watchful eyes, he returned it to its scabbard. "Alexia's actions have brought disgrace to the honor of the Council. Unlike Cadel, she is not controlled by a demon."
Lemons lowered his voice, "This was an oversight on my part, Uriel, and I apologize to you. Even though it's useless. The Glorious Council will not tolerate betrayal of justice." He suddenly paused. "You have reason to refuse to believe it, and even more reason to hate us. But Yali is killing the abnormally rioting monsters... The White Envoy is also... Damn it, I just hope..." He paused again. "No, Uriel, what I mean is that our grudge has nothing to do with you. Alexia is a complete idiot, and she should also be responsible for Kader's injury. That's it."
"I understand," the apprentice said nonchalantly. "I also believe that the Holy Knights are not the Church of Gaia." He saw Sita looking at a prisoner in the prison, and Dalton was always ready to pull his companion back. "We don't need to extend the time. This evening, I will give the representative a response."
