"Uriel?" Dalton was knocked down by him, and he drew out the cursed sword vigilantly. "Is there a sneak attack?"
"No, I'm afraid it's just along the way." Uriel quickly regained his focus. "Someone has kidnapped the devil." He motioned to his companions to look towards the high platform and the stone steps on the side, which were originally crowded with prisoners who were about to receive the death penalty. Of course, there are no old people or children among them. The Glorious Council will secretly execute the sympathetic unknown person to ensure that the believers' faith in Lucia is not shaken by their instinctive conscience. "It was all gone, just in that moment."
Sita York was no longer so bold. The mercenary frowned: "What's going on in that darkness?" He was more exaggerated than the night elves, and the flames on the blade scared the running pedestrians away. "It feels like I'm dead."
Uriel was shocked by his statement: "What do you mean?"
"Don't understand? I am a life of the element of light. Extinguishing it means death. It seems that someone took away the light here for a moment, making me think I was dead. Which mysterious creature is crazy? Is it robbing people in the Holy City?"
Take away the light. The apprentice was startled. Hell, that doesn't sound like something the Ring Order can do. "Obviously, only secret societies do this." He coughed, reminding Dalton and York to put away their weapons. At this time, the crowd became a chaotic torrent, which could cause bloodshed if not careful. "Now they have nothing to burn."
Sita doesn't matter. "To be honest, my people never use fire to deal with demons. Why didn't the agent consider that there will be unknown people in the West Tower? Using flames to purify the West Tower is really a genius idea. If you ask me, kill people and judge the crime It’s the goddess’s business, there’s no need to make such a fuss about it.”
"This is easy to understand, because humans have different beliefs, and you have no choice." Sauron interrupted.
"We'd better get out of here." Dalton interrupted them. "The Paladins are starting to quell the chaos."
Despite his timely reminder, Uriel was unable to escape Lucia's clergy. The Paladin Captain seemed to have flown all the way from the temple, and was not wasted on the road at all like them. But Uriel suspected that he had been nearby before.
"What are you doing here?" Lemons asked.
The apprentice pretended not to hear the suspicion in his tone: "Repair protective gear and weapons, Your Excellency. I personally don't want to watch an off-putting bloody scene so early in the morning." This is of course the truth.
"you saw it?"
"Who? The nightingale who kidnapped the criminal?"
"I'm referring to the scene you just witnessed. Did you know that the demon would launch a surprise attack?"
"No. I am not an astrologer, Your Excellency. On the contrary, you should know that after all, the Glorious Council's purpose of public execution has been achieved."
Lemons stared at him coldly: "The Gaia believers are not qualified to accuse the Parliament. Will you give the devil a merciful death? Selling indulgences door-to-door cannot completely eliminate them."
"If you ask me, the Nameless One cannot be eliminated unless all the demons are dead." Sita said.
"There will come a day." The Holy Knight Commander still stared at the apprentice, his eyes full of distrust. "But you astrologers had better tell you the date. Pretending to be mysterious is not a good way to maintain your status, especially in the face of the scourge of order."
"I will convey this to the Prophet, Your Excellency. It is my mission to convey the message." In Uriel's opinion, the Paladin Commander Lemons in front of him is easier to deal with than the Archbishop of Eastman, Peyton Forest. Much more. "Does the Council need our help in finding the missing criminal? I mean besides precognition."
"Tell me about that nightingale." He was indeed nearby at the time, and perhaps he had been paying attention to them.
"No one has seen his face, my lord," Uriel said. "He is either formless or shrouded in mystery."
"You're talking about the same thing."
"Demon powers are always strange. Your Excellency, I suggest you determine your identity based on magic."
"Thanks for the reminder." But the Scroll of Oath told Uriel that he was not grateful at all. "Zangwill will be blocked again for investigation soon. I hope it won't delay your schedule."
"We are about to leave, Your Excellency." Uriel watched as the paladin captain turned around and mounted his mount, opening a path in the crowded crowd that existed for a few seconds. He found nothing. Gods forgive me.
"I never want to meet that demon again in my life," York muttered. "His magic is the natural enemy of all Sita."
Uriel coughed uneasily. He didn't expect this to happen, but fortunately he responded promptly. "Me too. Let's go back to the tower now?" Will the Prophet know about my little moves? "Or, I mean, you can also go to Brestatic." His initial target was the Gaia Church headquarters, which was closer than Brumnot.
"You decide, Uriel." Dalton said that the end of the Gaia cult had nothing to do with him. "I just suggest that the sooner you get going, the better."
"Ha, no one cares about my opinion anyway." York rolled his eyes.
After the execution was interrupted, the priest stopped insisting on executing other prisoners. The sanctuary was resealed as Lemons warned, and Uriel led Dalton and York out of the city to the shuttle station. Thinking of the red-robed priest stationed in the underground passage, he couldn't help but feel excited again.
They were not the only ones taking the escalator this time. There are different types of people in the team, adventurers and businessmen are the majority, and there are almost no mortals. It seems that those who can catch the last ladder are well-connected people. Without the paladin watching over him, Uriel felt much more at ease. He even had time to observe the travelers and guess with York the origins of these adventurers.
"Of course it can't be the fog elves." Sita told him, "There are no fog elves in the Holy City. Faftanna is the most exclusive mysterious fulcrum and does not communicate with other countries at all. Let's put it this way, even if you see Sita in the underground world , and it is impossible to see mist elves outside of Fife Tanner.”
Uriel wanted to tell the fog elf envoys he met in the White Tower. The bright colors of the Earl of Red Valley were still fresh in his memory. At the moment, they might still be staying in the Ice Territory, visiting the castle of Danlfien. "You forgot about the snowflake feast, York."
"That was an exception. And I haven't forgotten it. There were demons causing trouble back then...hell, you can't imagine how rampant these guys are now." I hope Dentist Hope won't be implicated in this.
"There may be many unknown people in the Ice Territory." The night elf said coldly, "After all, the locals don't like paladins."
"Wrong guess, man. It's true that the locals hate the Nameless One more than anything else. No one welcomes demons. Well, to be precise, except for secret societies. How on earth do they take prisoners? The darkness only lasts for a moment. What kind of magic is that?"
"It's not elemental magic anyway. The effect of the curse is hidden, and it's impossible. It's more like a mysterious phenomenon caused by magic patterns."
Magic pattern. Uriel felt his stomach cramping. His shallow knowledge of occultism told him that magic patterns require a long time to prepare and rely on specific materials to induce mystery. The steps are second only to the mysterious rituals, and it is unlikely that the secret society would have made arrangements in advance in the execution ground of the church. However, the demonic power omitted these and directly drew away the light. What kind of demon could do this? Even Lemmons didn't notice...
"How long do you want to wait?" A mercenary pushed him, "Don't block the way."
Uriel didn't want to wait any longer. The Council of Light failed to discover the Society's tricks, but secrets cannot be hidden forever. He took one last look at the Holy City. Maybe I will never come here again in my life. The apprentice steps onto the staircase.
…
The pursuit of the demon hunter is enough to make the lone unknown person cornered, and only the lucky ones can get the help of the association. It was Ruth whose magic brought us to Byrne. The kingdom of the Nameless Ones has invisible walls that protect it from the rest of the world. She was still doubtful at first, just like the people before her who entered Bain for the first time. This place is unfamiliar to them.
Hitarian stood behind Celsus, quietly sizing up his new compatriots. Many people were lying on hospital beds by the windows with scars on their faces. Their clothes were stained with straw and dirt, and several of the seriously wounded were treated first and bandaged cleanly. The smell of herbs, spirits, and blood continued to penetrate her nose, but it was not as disgusting as she imagined. After all, Yotsuba City is not without bloodshed. The security during the day will always depend on the number of roving knights.
"Are you afraid, Hitarian?" Celsus patted her shoulder, "The lord should not have let you come here. If you are afraid, go to Liana and I will explain the situation to the lord."
"No." This was the truth. It took a little courage to abandon the tension, and when she cast the magic brought by her mysterious profession, people's panic gradually eased, and they began to pray in a language she did not understand.
"Where did they come from?" The silence was broken, and she was able to ask. These people look very different from them, and they look like outsiders at first glance. Hitarian listened for a while and found that they were actually communicating in Common Language, but with a strange accent. She guessed that they came from the north. It was said that there were cities at the northern end of the continent that never wintered.
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