Do you think I'm as idiotic as you? Rings are not as easy to deal with as drow. A few hours ago, you and Dalton were arguing about York! From what I understand, Uriel, your dead brain will see this as a lesson, rather than a mistake that needs to be corrected. What did that woman do to you? The Paperclip Mercenary Group wants to join Croita?
"No. No. Spare me, Sauron, and stop looking for the truth about this matter! Saudi and Cleia know the risks they are taking and don't need us to worry about them. We owe them a debt of gratitude."
By chance, Celine Kalemu and her mist elf footman came down the stairs. The bard posed and plucked the strings gracefully. People shouted as if they were seeing an opera star. Their noise was upsetting. The commotion didn't even have a theme. However, no one interrupted this pervasive passion. The Wind Whisperer stood by the railing and watched the candle beside the window go out. His bow was still slung over his shoulder. The young attendant milled around the doctor Clea, who kept talking loudly about a certain Impressionist painter. The mercenary who was thrown out by Uriel reached out and fiddled with the roulette wheel. Behind him, his companions secretly switched the dice. The two drunkards were still laughing in front of the broken chairs that had not yet been cleaned.
Adventurers don't need a reason for their carnival, they just need wealth, excitement, beautiful women and unlimited low-end wine. Nor do they care where they are going tomorrow. After all, isn’t that what adventurers are? They can go wherever they want, there is no party to attend to, no mission to complete.
"We don't need to worry about it," Uriel repeated. Theta turned to Dalton blankly, as if waiting for a question or explanation, but the night elf just looked down in displeasure chopping tomatoes. The apprentice drank the last glass of wine in one gulp.
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"She's gone." someone reported.
His news is no longer new. His Majesty the Pope sat on the edge of the chair, spinning a quill with his noble fingers, and as expected, his hand was dipped in ink. The unfortunate man in front of him opened his eyes and pretended that his hair was as clean as when he came in.
Fortunately, Lindep Na Bagh came earlier and was further away. "Don't bring it upon yourself, Your Majesty. She is the nightingale."
"It's too arbitrary. They didn't find anyone."
"Lord Quicksilver was seriously injured in the White Night War. Of course she did not dare to appear in Moniantoros. Your Excellency. Otherwise everyone will wonder why a master of spells made such a mess in the safety of his residence. Do you still have any doubts? Pachinis is Lord Mercury!"
"She will not admit it herself. As for the injuries and bad state, she can also find excuses. Are you an idiot or a wizard?" The Pope jumped up, "What I want is evidence! Conclusive evidence! Who is a missing curse wizard? Evidence? Will the Durdus and the Truth sect admit it? Will the Theological sect admit it? Or are you going to report your suspicions to the Second Truth Master and let him personally verify whether you are right or wrong for the discovery of the century that you made up out of thin air? "
Linde bowed his head humbly. "I didn't think carefully. Your Majesty, I am ashamed and I apologize."
"No need. I know what you want to do, Lind. My dear friend. The existence of the demon lord is enough to make Shania Ravenus lose face in various schools, but she is the law wizard of the school, the great wizard! You Do you think I'm taking revenge for your worthless hatred?" Under the Pope's crown, the law wizard "Tattoo" Jizuk smiled. He said softly: "These are just trivial matters, not worth wasting our time. What I want is Lametta, one of the seven damn lords of the Demon Society. The betrayer of the school. Do you want to choose the prey for me, Linde ?”
"That's not what I meant, Your Excellency." The wizard said in a panic.
"Who is my prey?"
"Pachinis, my lord," he whispered fearfully, "Lord Quicksilver, my lord."
His answer satisfied Jizuk. His Majesty the Pope sat back on his chair with dignity and dignity. "Tell me about that witch. What kind of research does she do in her daily life? Who are her friends? What level of secrets does she have access to?"
The Cross Knight, who had been silent, said: "We searched Pacinis' room. She is a high-level wizard of the Truth Sect, who studied under Blue Rhino Danvers, and is good at magic transformation. Blue Rhino is dead. She has no other friends, I don’t want to go out either.”
"This is very consistent with how nightingales behave," Lind noted.
"Yes, we can all see it." Jizuk interrupted him rudely, "For the sake of the goddess Gaia, please continue."
"According to intelligence speculation, Pacinis left the school after igniting the fire and participated in the adventures of the ascetic sect... After becoming a high-level circle, her research focus began to shift to the magic pattern and the deciphering of the old version of the spell syllables, but the annual paper was not obtained Approved. Later, she gave up studying magic patterns and successfully obtained the evaluation opportunity that year."
Evaluation opportunities. Linde was a little surprised, he didn't expect that she had such ability.
Of course, the evaluation of the School of Silence will not test the harvest of the school's wheat fields. The mysterious fire ceremony for apprentice promotion is the first time, the career selection is the second time, and after the high level, the qualifications for the legal wizard achievement declared based on personal circumstances and academic achievements are the third time. . This is also the last review, because in a mysterious sense, it is an upgrade from the ring level to the sky level. Linde was also eligible to participate in the review, but Shania Ravenas beat him to it.
"Pachinis failed?" he couldn't help asking.
"I cannot judge, my lord." The knight replied meticulously. "Pachinis gave up the opportunity for unknown reasons. May I continue?" He was allowed. "After Her Excellency Shania Ravenas became the Law Wizard, she rarely left Moniantoros and resumed the research progress of magic patterns without approval. As for the mystery, Pacinis did not Accumulating magic power, she stayed in the high circle.”
"Gao Huan?" The Pope turned the pen back, but it had actually been broken into three pieces. "It's a bold choice, isn't it? It's only one step away from the Law Wizard." He snickered, "It must be the fate of Glimmer Lord Anlini that made her cautious. What a pity, I still expected to be in Moni Antholos launched another demon-hunting campaign, but she escaped too quickly."
Lind shut his mouth tightly and tried his best to recall the appearance of the dark wizard who showed him the fragments of the holy book in Six Finger Castle. She is Lametta, and she is also Pacinis. The Mercury Lord of Starless Night and a curse wizard are actually the same person. Linde had never met Pacinis before. She belonged to a different faction than Linde, and the two had no intersection at all. No wonder I couldn't recognize it. He didn't want to admit that he only remembered the lace ribbon on the woman's dress.
The Cardinals of the Glorious Council were once infiltrated by demon lords. Although demons were rampant before, they had never behaved like this before. The agent regarded this as an unforgivable blasphemy against Lucia and mobilized the power of the entire mysterious fulcrum to hunt him down. The Holy Knights started from Zangwill and passed through Brestatik, Washmouth and Eastman. In short, they almost crossed the continent of Pinnia and entered the snowy Wenivaz in the south. . Knox set off a wave of killings of the Unknowns. He knew that none of that was the point. So what if you know? Even if Moniantoros launches another demon-hunting campaign, he will do nothing.
The problem is that the mysterious realm is like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den to the unknown, and they are afraid to avoid it... That's how it should be. The team of Mysterious Fulcrum is absolutely pure. We have various means to distinguish strange souls. We only need to regularly clean up the land where mortals hide their filth.
Not anymore.
The Glimmer Lord Anlini infiltrated the Council of Light, and no one knows how he did it. Like a true priest, he studied magic, prayed under Lucia's skirts, and baptized people with holy water. Lind had even heard him preach, back when wizards still wore ascetic robes. One day, when the Glorious Council linked Bishop Anlini to the devil, the mysterious realm had not even changed its thinking from its usual internal power disputes to the conflict between order and chaos.
Immediately afterwards, the demon hunting movement broke out. Since the end of the War of the Saints, Knox once again faced the flames of war that ignited the continent, as well as turmoil, fighting, famine, plague... and even massacre. Eradicating a demon is like eradicating a stubborn disease. The Mysterious Fulcrum began to realize that their interior was not as safe as they imagined. They panicked and became suspicious. They would rather execute innocent people than tolerate any omissions. It is said that the nature elves of Saint Valoran even protested, hoping that various races could use other flammable materials. He asked for something to replace the wood used to make the rack, but unfortunately he was refused.
In this unprecedented purge campaign, a large number of secret societies were completely destroyed. A few demons fled into the desolate mysterious land. Even the secret society "Mysterious End" led by the demon lord disappeared. Considering the "Undead Lord" who appeared under the command of the King of the Dead Sea a hundred years ago during the Undead Catastrophe, the mysterious creatures of the Seven Pivots believe that the demons of the Association escaped into the fallen plane of Gavash.
Now, they are making a comeback as Knox faces a crisis of order collapse. The White Night War was a conspiracy jointly instigated by "Lords of the Fire Moon" and "Lords of Quicksilver", and the blow it caused to the Oath Keepers Alliance is self-evident. But they can't be arrogant for long. Lord Quicksilver almost died in Knight's Bay, and her conspiracy in the School of Silence was also exposed. If she were a wise nightingale, she would never return to Moniantoros as Pachinis. "Tattoo" Your Excellency will not fail a second time. Lametta will never have another chance to escape with serious injuries. This is not a school review.
Lind listened to the Cross Knight's description of Pacinis and felt a sense of horror for no reason. While demons infiltrated the mysterious realm, the Seven Pivot Points also secretly grasped clues to the secret society.
Perhaps the second demon hunting movement has already begun.
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"No house can compare with the dream house." Mabel looked at the desert. "We use our small self-thinking to speculate on the will of others. We will only create false and fragile fakes, which are far from touching the reality. Only order understands us. Mind, because the soul originates from order, fire is born from law, and the world can understand everyone."
Anchuan was not interested in her emotions. It seems foolish to believe in the existence of a dream house. The sky is full of yellow sand, the sun is high, and the oasis is as small as a drop of dew in the shining sand, as if it will be swallowed by the dry desert at any time. He stepped on the bones of the bandits. The camel lowered his head and sniffed, and the breath from his nose blew away the sand from the bones. A cactus is chewier than a leg bone, isn't it? He felt thirstier than a camel. Although Yasukawa is a mysterious creature, it does not mean that he does not need to drink water and eat.
The feeling of being in the lush forest and the boundless yellow sand is completely different. The rainforest is humid and hot, but the breath of life is everywhere. But here, in the land favored by Lucia, the goddess of light, and Surte, the god of fire, light and heat are constantly accumulating, but all living things are almost extinct. What does sand need light and heat for? They need water. I also need.
Windrunner tied the fallen screen back to the wind hood. "How much longer?"
"Can't you see it? It's right in front of you."
"This is not my first time in Sodria." He replied angrily, "Illusions in the desert are not new either. We have been walking towards the woods for a long time!"
"You are not in the sky yet, so remember to add your Excellency." The elf lady pointed out, "Mirages are indeed not uncommon, but they are for mortals. Moving forward is the right direction. This oasis is real in the mysterious realm."
Anchuan didn't speak again. This does not mean that he agrees with Mabel Magdalen's comfort. At least based on his own mystical foundation, the oasis in the distance is an elusive phantom. But after all, the owner of the "Seven Lamps Cottage" is a natural priest of the Sky Realm, and the mysterious profession comes from here, so it is wise to shut up. He had no doubt that Mabel would take advantage of her intelligence to see his joke, a bad taste that was as stubborn as her habit of chewing flower petals.
They moved on, the camels kicking the sand.
"Look behind you," said the elf lady.
Anchuan turned his head and found that their footprints had disappeared. The sun was high in the sky, and the misty clouds were motionless. There is no wind. He stopped. "We have entered a mysterious place? Dream house?" His career as an adventurer made him very familiar with this kind of situation.
"Not yet. Dream House is not your usual mysterious place."
"You mentioned that it's common." Yasukawa asked, "Is there another one in the mysterious place?"
"Of course not. What I mean is, form." Seeing that Windrunner was still frowning at her, Mabel had no choice but to waste her saliva explaining it to him. “The dream house is not a fixed mysterious place, it moves on its own.”
"This is not unusual."
"It's a form of existence. Do you think it's a tree running with long legs or a monster flapping its wings? Or a wisp of mist?" Her red nails were inserted into her long hair, shaking off the fine sand in the gaps between the feathers. "These are low-level mysteries. The Dream House is none of those. It's a miracle to Alne, what Shimmerwood is to Heather."
