"Did you really succeed?" Dalton asked doubtfully.
"It's done." Uriel put the remaining mysterious materials into his bag and tied it tightly with a rope. "We can go to Zangwill tonight. York wants to change his boots. My knife needs to be repaired too."
"I can't believe we were able to find that damn prophecy in advance." Sita said as she used the high temperature on her fingers to melt the gum and glue the open soles back together. There was a strange smell in the house.
The night elf snorted: "It has nothing to do with us. It's not you who faces the agent."
"It's really not me. Fortunately it's not me."
Dalton wanted to say something else, but then someone arrived. Uriel left his companions behind and opened the door for the paladin. Since he has always maintained the magical ability to enhance the five senses, he can determine the identity of the visitor without using his eyes.
"Do you have time?" Lemons stood outside the door angrily. This emotion could not be heard from the sound of his knocking on the door, but it was clearly shown on his face. He spat out a sentence through his teeth, and his gaze could almost light up overnight firewood. But he didn't carry a sword, and he didn't even wear the paladin's armor. Uriel felt that he didn’t have to worry about encountering Alexia’s situation again.
"Oh, I just have some free time recently."
They didn't get far. Lemons is familiar with every corner of the church, which is why he quickly found Uriel's location last time. A beautiful red-haired woman is painted on the marble column. Brighthill. Uriel discovers an entire corridor filled with characters from Lucia's Gospel.
The paladin took a deep breath under the scarf, trying to calm down. "Sorry, I'm not targeting you. But this matter is related to you. Uriel-Bishop Cosian thinks that Yali may also be affected by the devil. Damn it, he is Yali's mentor... Fortunately, the agent does not need to be replaced by someone else. He knows the difference between occult influence and revenge. Your Tower Seer has borrowed one-sixth of the non-occult books in the library."
"I have nothing to be dissatisfied with." Sauron would most likely be very annoyed, and at least half of its efforts would be in vain.
"Other people will inform you of this news." Lemons said, "But I think I have to come in person. Ari is my lover, and your mentor is also our enemy." He was silent for a moment. "You have completed Lady Magdalena's unfinished mission, and I will not regard this as an obligation. The Glorious Council owes you a favor... but don't think this will change anything."
"I know everything, Your Excellency." Uriel knew that he would never find friends in the sept, although sometimes they did not want to be enemies. He did not dare to ask the paladin who was seriously injured by him. It was then that the apprentice realized that he did not hate Alexia at all. In a sense, they behave exactly the same. I am not in a position to demand punishment for her. "The sun is setting. Your Excellency, please forgive me for being blunt. I can tell you the content of the prophecy, but I cannot guarantee that it will not make any mistakes."
"No one can guarantee it. Prophecy is this kind of thing." The Holy Knight Commander stated, "The agent never mentioned Lady Magdalena and her research during her lifetime in the Glorious Council, and she almost never returned to the Holy City."
"Her research is vital to the Order." Is there another mysterious object in the world that can instantly tell lies? Uriel could not confirm. But even if there is, it is definitely not in the Holy Radiance Council, nor in the hands of the agent and paladin commander Lemons. This means there is no such thing. "It is vital, my lord."
But it's not the only tip.
Half an hour ago, he met the agent, Cornelius, who was still standing in front of Lucia's statue to receive him, as if he was always listening to the goddess's will. Uriel suspected he had been standing there all day. The ruby burned like fire, its brilliance turning it into the sunset. The apprentice had just experienced a long period of "spiritual vision" without relying on the scroll of oath (this was the only way he could think of to escape the dream intact). He was mentally exhausted and could hardly open his eyes in the light.
Uriel also warned in advance, emphasizing that his predictions may not be entirely accurate. "A crisis that is enough to subvert the order, my lord, and it is imminent. I really wish you had started to prepare."
"Crisis," the agent repeated calmly, "What does it look like?"
"It's hard to describe. The mysterious phenomenon is intensifying, the number is soaring, and all parts of Knox are threatened. The elemental realm is unstable, and even the underground world is affected. The Ash Temple has noticed the wind, and even the monsters in the desert have become Manic." The apprentice stared at the face of the agent as he spoke, for fear of missing any changes.
The agent frowned. "Who caused it?"
"Mystery and order are indistinguishable from each other, and the changes in mysterious phenomena mean the turmoil of order." Magdalena also said the same, and the Holy Knight Captain must have believed this. "Knox is the territory of order. The only ones who can disrupt the rules are the Demon Society. In fact, they are already taking action."
The agent still didn't let him go. "It takes time for a disaster to occur. We must make arrangements in advance to minimize the damage. Will the Holy City encounter a crisis?"
Uriel blinked. His undignified behavior seemed to dissatisfy Priest Arabella on the side. She gave the apprentice a warning look.
"I'm not sure, my lord. Under the sun, Binya Ao is blessed by Lucia, but at night it belongs to the Broken Moon." Arabella became even more unhappy when she mentioned this. But Uriel was happy. "There is malice hidden in the darkness, and the undead are ready to move and seek revenge...Evil lurks in the shadows behind the light...I can't see clearly..." The outline of the black knight passed in front of his eyes, and fear spread. Uriel shivered and felt that the temperature in the hall had dropped a few degrees, which was an excellent effect. "There is also the Tower of Sky...the White Envoy..."
"The White Envoy?"
"I saw him in the river of blood." That's absolutely true, my lord. "The reflection of the broken moon formed a vortex on the river. He is waiting for the next opportunity to reunite with the projection. The reincarnation never ends."
"Never ending..." the agent murmured. He waved to his apprentice before falling into deep thought, and Arabella immediately took Uriel and prepared to leave. He did not dare to let go of the opportunity, so he asked to stop in the holy city for a while and then go back via the ladder.
…
"For the mysterious field of Order, this may not be an unprecedented challenge. We have had successful experience. Order will eventually overcome the difficulties." Uriel handed the bill to Sauron the Ring for accounting, and then drank a glass of ice-cold ale. "I told him to be careful of the conspiracy behind it. Fighting against the monsters is part of fighting against the prophecy, because the monsters' riots are due to the unrest of order. Then he left. Our Lord Paladin doesn't care about assassins, he is a sky realm."
"This prophecy doesn't sound good." York muttered. "Knox is in danger. Do I want to go back to the Twinkle Pool?"
"It's best not to. Your people will blame Uriel." Dalton said without mercy. "You are safer here. I have never seen the tower suffer when the prophecy was fulfilled." Then he turned to the apprentice and said accusingly: "Why did you tell us the content of the prophecy?"
"Don't worry, didn't you hear the part about the Red Prophecy?" Uriel filled the wine glass, "Mysterious phenomena are born or disappear every moment in Knox, and the demons are plotting to subvert the order. It doesn't happen every day or two. They just assassinated Magdalena at the gate of the Holy City. This was a joke, God, from beginning to end. Seriously, my eloquence is far inferior to that of my mentor, and you all believe it?"
Sita hissed, and Dalton turned his head away stiffly. "Damn it, Uriel, let alone eloquence, you are very talented at making up stories." He complained gloomily.
A bard came to the bar. He was wearing a strangely colored shirt, his face scarf and cuffs were emerald green, and he wore a square feather hat tilted on his head. The feather and his boots were the same bright light purple. He held a lyre in his fingers, and there were flutes and tambourines in the pockets at his waist. The parts of the instruments that were not played were carved with exquisite patterns. This outfit looks like a professional, not a dilettante like Sita York.
When he let go of his singing voice, no one in the bar wanted to make any more noise. The adventurers broke out into cheers and chorus beats every now and then, and everyone was focused on the music. York closed his eyes and shook his head. Dalton stared at the vibrating strings in a daze.
"Just a joke? You said the same thing in front of the agent! 』White frost condensed in the cup. "Who gave you the courage, Uriel?" You still have one day! No need to take risks』
Just in case, Uriel took Sauron with him when he met the agent. It heard every word. "Forget it, do you really think that the prophet is here to let me get the prophetic dream?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I am a messenger, not an astrologer. The prophet's mission can be completed completely as a messenger, without racking your brains. The agent already knows the prophecy."
"Wait, you mean that prophecy is true"
"I just guessed the truth. After all, making up nonsense has to be based on real materials. I'm afraid that prophecy was told to him by the Prophet, or Ms. Magdalena. They are both excellent prophets. You see, I look like a prophet "?" Uriel spread his hands. "I'm just here to convey the news: the disaster predictions are correct, and Ms. Magdalena's warning needs to be taken seriously." He would not admit that he in turn made the agent suspicious.
"That prophecy already existed? 』
"Regular things cannot be called prophecies. Let me say that the sun will rise tomorrow morning. This is common sense. There seems to be something similar in the mysterious realm, just like a rising tide. The agent wants to know the details, which determines the Glorious Council Will I benefit from it or suffer from it? The Holy Knight Captain told me about the monster, and he accidentally let it slip."
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