Compared to Eastman, Moniantoros's Church of the Visitation looks like a dark coffin from the outside, but its extravagance can still be seen in the details inside: the murals are by the master and extend from the front porch to the transept. The cloister is filled with sculptures, shining brightly, and the golden dresses of the goddess Gaia and the Norns cover the door leading to the sacrificial chamber. There are sterling silver lampstands placed in front of the choir. If nothing else, they must have never been put into use. Linde passed under the intricately shaped stained glass and found the Pope and his knights.
Someone outside the confessional arrived first, but was coldly rejected by the Pope. "His Majesty has no time to see you, sir. He needs time to prepare for the baptism of a king's heir in the evening."
"Which king?"
"I'm sorry I can't tell you, sir. Please be patient."
"How long do I have to wait?"
"When your Majesty is free," the knight replied seriously. The believers who asked to see the Pope were indeed irritated by him, but to their surprise, the man neither turned around and left nor persisted. He stayed there for nearly three minutes, which was enough for Linde to walk from the cross passage to the round room.
Planning to pray to the goddess for help? It's a pity that there are only devout wizards here, not the benevolent clergy you hoped for. Lord "Tattooed" Jizuk took pleasure in inserting the wizards of the school into the ranks of the ascetics, in order to teach them the benefits of knowledge and truth. Linde also had the honor of standing at the feet of Gaia. He knew very well that the Cross Knight who blocked him was a wizard, not a priest.
But when the guy turned around, Linde realized that he wasn't a believer at all. It's a good thing I'm wearing a hat, the wizard thought. He didn't want to have anything to do with this half-breed bastard anymore.
DeWitt Hearn passed by Linde Punabag, and the sniffling sound was very loud in his ears. It's not surprising at all that the little lord of Knight's Bay appears in Moniantoros, is it? I'll have to ask the Pope.
The knight did not stop him. In fact, he turned a blind eye to Lind. There was a time when I looked at other people the same way. Linde laughed at himself as he recalled the past, using the long handle of his umbrella to hold the door open. "Your Majesty." He knew that the other party was happy to hear this address.
"Tattoo" Jizuk stood up generously to welcome. "What a surprise, my Gaia, look, this is actually Lind!" He staggered closer, as if his knees hurt more than Lind. "Shouldn't you be lying in bed waiting for your injury to heal? What keeps you motivated to leave home and work? No, it's... oh, it's loyalty to your faith! I can feel it! Really. Absolutely true!"
Damn it, just spare me. "That's right, Your Majesty." I have to admit that although the Pope of Gaia in front of me has no grace and his image may be close to that of a madman, he is indeed a law wizard of the Silent School. He could see into people's hearts, and Lind didn't know how much he could see. Fortunately, the other party didn't care about some small thoughts that seemed very boring to him but were quite fatal to Linde.
"Tattoo" Jizuk suddenly lost his enthusiasm. He sat back on the recliner and looked solemn and majestic. This great wizard is different from Shania Ravenus. When he is stern, his posture is full of defensiveness. He has a pair of straight gray eyebrows, his eyes are defiant and suspicious in the narrow frame, and he speaks without showing his teeth at all.
But if you look carefully, his facial features seem to be ready to squeeze together at any time, and his chin and Adam's apple are also very cramped. You can immediately realize that he is actually sitting on pins and needles, as if he is not facing a mortal worshiping, but a pot about to be eaten. Pour boiling oil. DeWitt Hearn must not have known that the pope he was seeking to see looked like this, so that bastard was lucky.
"Don't ask me religious questions, Linde. Go ask Roxanne, she will be happy to answer." "Tattoo" yawned solemnly. "You still have questions, okay, tell me."
If he wants to know where my passion for work comes from, Lind thought, that's good news. But His Excellency Jizu Ke's eagerness was just out of a desire to perform. He had to calm down and play with the other party: "This is the Gulf War, no, the White Night War. Your Majesty, do you know the story of the White Night Knight?"
"The initiator of this war?"
"No, it's not." One of the triggers that started the war just left your door. To be able to connect the White Night Knight with the Gulf War, it is obvious that most wizards of the Silent School know nothing about it. Linde had no choice but to start from the beginning and try his best to distinguish the priorities.
However, "Tattoo" was unmoved: "It's really interesting. The alchemy core and the mess of mysterious items. Oh, I still know that Drablay is dead. But what does the White Night War have to do with me? The church's attitude towards vampire essence The need is no longer so urgent.”
"That's true, Your Majesty, but there are demon lords and their secret societies." This must be of interest to you, right? "The Black Knight's holy book could not be retrieved. He did not show up at all." Lind knew the contents of the holy book very well, and the confession that Uriel showed him could not be the lost holy book. "Lord Mercury only has one page, but it belongs to another confession. It is now in the hands of the White Envoy in the tower."
"The White Envoy is also a demon hunter. Sooner or later, he will find Lord Mercury to retrieve the lost page." The fake pope said, "Since what he has in his hand is not the holy book, why should we insist on it? I don't want to be the next one. Jesraptrid.”
Archbishop Brestatik once defeated the Gray Emissary, Lord of the Tower, in Eastman and killed him because of the war background of the War of the Saints. He soon realized that he was self-defeating. Soon after, Yesera ushered in a new opponent, the current Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Tower, the most powerful Sky Realm under the Saint, and the White Envoy of the Tower Commander named after the White Prophecy. The bishop of the Glorious Council immediately lost his goddess's protection. From Washmouth to Motog, Jesera was completely defeated, and even the great cause of Brestatik's territory expansion was forced to end in front of the hot hills of Eastman.
Linde never thought about causing trouble for the White Envoy again. The Six Finger Fort Flood and Lord Mercury together could not solve each other. Can Kong Jing achieve this? Simply unbelievable. The only gain from his attempt was to warn himself never to take chances again. I must stay as far away from the White Envoy as possible.
"That's not what I meant, Your Majesty." Linde told him, "The Knight of the White Night has kept the Confessions for decades. This shows that he has researched that thing, at least understanding its characteristics. The holy scripture needs to constantly move its location, and That book of confessions was always in his hand. That's the proof."
"His research?" Jizuk became interested, "Can you find any clues?"
"Shania Ravenus is in Knight's Bay, and none of her subordinates have returned." Lind reluctantly revealed, "Even if there is a clue, it is now in her hands. But we still have a chance."
"You mean that bastard mortal?"
DeWitt Hearn was quite involved with the Church of Gaia, but unfortunately Peyton Forrester committed suicide somehow. His castle was the lord's castle of the White Night Knight back then, and his territory was also the former family territory of the White Night Knight.
The Witch of Fate in the Tower may have discovered something inside, and eventually she destroyed Wavesound Keep. Shania was just picking up her scraps. Lind placed his hopes on Knight's Bay rather than Tide Sound Castle: "Ingrid, the daughter of the White Night Knight, returned to her father's hometown. She was engaged to a high-circle drow, but later betrayed her fiancé and became the lord's wife. Lover. After the adultery was exposed, she escaped from the bay and disappeared."
"Never trust women, Lind." Jizuk chuckled, "Especially those smart girls. Women are cuter when they are stupid, and the witches of the school are all bad choices. Is this knight's daughter still alive?"
"Her fiancé is alive, Your Majesty, and he is still eyeing the Lord of the Bay. That guy is a drow, and drow always take first love very seriously. They usually marry them."
"Okay. DeWitt Hearn. It seems I have to meet him... No, let's let Pope Gaia wait." Obviously, he has been separated from his temporary identity. "This is just a snack. The Confessions and Holy Scriptures are the key. After all, the elemental chaos is imminent. Well, Lind, it seems we have to start with the Demon Society. Who let them reveal their flaws?"
Linde really couldn't keep up with his train of thought. "Flaw, sir? Demonic society?"
"Mercury Lord Rametta." Mr. "Tattoo" crossed his legs with a weird smile on his face. "Lord of the Silent School." He put a finger in front of his nose and hissed softly.
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There was a chirping of birds outside the window, and then the bald man roared several times to drive the birds away. This little movement didn't wake her sister up. Ruth drooled, turned over and continued to sleep soundly. Her beautiful red hair almost stuck to the pillow. The sheets were pushed to the wall, and her toes hung above the carpet, trembling slightly with her breathing. I should give her a bath, wash her hair, and change her pillowcase and sheets. The bed curtain has a layer of dust and needs to be cleaned thoroughly...
The needle tip suddenly pricked his finger, and Hitarian quickly threw away the cloth, put the wound into his mouth and sucked. She looked at the blood on the handkerchief and realized that she had one more piece of laundry to wash. Annoyed, Hitarian threw the needle and thread into the basket. Why hand knit my own when I could just buy a dozen?
Making handkerchiefs was not her original plan. Hitarian wanted a woolen dress, but soon after she realized that her skills had deteriorated so much, she had to change it to a vest, then a scarf, then a half scarf, a hat, sleeves, gloves... and finally a handkerchief. . Things went from bad to worse starting with the scarf, as Hitarian was almost running out of yarn on failed products.
"Are you knitting?" Murum's voice made her jump. If he hadn't lost his needle and thread, Shitarian might have had another wound on his hand. "Why are you so hungry, Hitarian? Didn't you have dinner?" The boy thought she had bitten him.
How stupid. There is no way the Black Knight could come back at this time. I am really a warrior. Hitarian became even more annoyed: "I won't do that! Will you eat yourself when you are hungry?"
"Of course not," said Murum. "Only food goblins can do this. Look at this." He smiled mysteriously at her and opened his clasped palms. A ball of brown wool lies in the palm of my hand.
"What is this?" Hitarian decided to give up making handicrafts. The trainee doctor was better than the weaver. Her magic would be very popular. What's more, now she feels pain in her fingers when she sees the ball of wool.
"Try it by touching it," he urged.
Hitarian poked the brown ball of thread with his finger. It squirmed, and the patterns on its surface shrank. She recognized a few jelly beans and roasted raisins interspersed in the thick thread. Murum turned her arm and pointed the back of the ball of thread toward Hitarian. Only then did she realize that she was looking at the back.
The ball of yarn is opening, it stretches, and a tantalizing fruity smell escapes from the cracks. Hitarian swallowed, feeling a little hungry. It's not really yarn. Hitarian then saw icing sugar and solid cream, and diced strawberries embedded in its belly.
Her eyes widened in surprise: "Food fairy?"
"Brownie brownie." The boy handed the little thing to her, "I bought it from the foot merchant. You can eat it, or you can let it do housework. Of course, remember to leave a small amount before eating. piece."
"Oh, darling!" Hitarian's excitement was palpable as he finally got rid of the pile of laundry. She threw herself into Mulum's arms. Regardless of whether the boy expected her excitement or not, he quickly picked her up around the waist and spun her around on the carpet. Since the two were of similar height, the flight only lasted a few seconds. They fell together on Ruth's bed. Hitarian felt his forehead become wet, and his heart suddenly thumped.
"Go and wipe it off, Hitarian, go and wipe it off." Murum laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.
Hitarian picked up a half-woven woolen handkerchief or, rather, a piece of cloth with messy stitches on the floor and wiped his face. It will only get dirtier anyway. She took a bite of the strawberry and icing sugar, and watched the remaining half of the snack puff up like a balloon, then return to its original appearance in the blink of an eye. The little thing screamed at first, which startled Hitarian, but Murum told her that the little brown fairy couldn't feel pain, and the thing shut up.
"You are laughing at me!" She wiped her sister's face clean, and then ordered the brown fairy to finish weaving the handkerchief. It worked furiously in the air and almost hit the dressing table.
Murum finally stopped laughing: "You know, Hitarian, you know. I didn't mean it at all." Hitarian had already noticed the drool left by Ruth in her sleep, but she Didn't deal with it. "Give it a name. It can also help you carry things. Hand soap? Funnel? Hook? Or strawberry cake?" He made a face. "The guy who sells them says most brownies have similar names."
Hitarian narrowed his eyes: "Scissors."
"What?"
"It's called Scissors." She turned around and called, "Come over here, Scissors." The fragrant little brown fairy flew over obediently. Clearly, it knows who will decide its future. "Do you like this name?"
Scissors nodded loyally.
