Hitarian didn't know what the lord had done to the dream. In short, when she waited uneasily the next night, everything returned to normal. Uriel did not appear again, and no one in the dream could find them again. During the day, Ruth snored peacefully in bed, as if the wars and the queues of defeated prisoners throughout the city's neighborhoods were just a dream within a dream.
Until she accidentally fell asleep holding the confession and met Uriel again in her dream. She finally solved the mystery of Ruth. The process of kidnapping prisoners in the Holy City did not satisfy Hitarian. She used the confession to listen to more stories from him, and the other party did not blame her. So she went the extra mile, asking Uriel to come again at dawn. After he hurriedly agreed, Hitarian was willing to let him go.
He promised me he would come back. Knights of Gaia shouldn't lie. After the northerner Wittek left Byrne, the outside world could only be presented through the story of Uriel. It was hard for Hitarian to imagine that his trust in a stranger would grow by leaps and bounds in just two nights of communication. This was the credit of the Confessions, but she had to admit that Uriel's actions played the most important role. He saved me, saved Ruth, and also saved Worrell and other unknown people who were captured, and the lord did not kill him. Although he does not seem to belong to the Starless Night, he is still a Knight of the Cross.
But he kept his word.
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Mortus is full of life, and the toppled buildings and statues have been restored to their original appearance. Dreams have never been logical. Ever-changing is a characteristic of thinking. You cannot ask everyone's imagination to be as vivid as the elf lady in the shimmering forest. It’s better to think of this place as a mysterious place.
"Memi is a wolf? I thought they were just story characters and didn't exist at all."
"Of course werewolves exist." Uriel said, a thin layer of frost spread on the ground, forming a silver-white, powerful wolf. "They live in Whinneys and many people have seen them."
"Ever seen it? Human or wolf?"
"They can become like humans." Uriel noticed that he had drawn the wolf's tail into a glove and quickly changed it before Hitarian noticed. "You don't know whether a Venevoise is a human or a werewolf. They go to great lengths to hide themselves and keep their race a secret. If anyone finds out, they lose their jobs."
Hitarian glared at him. "Why aren't they burned to death?" She seemed unable to understand. "A werewolf's claws can tear through leather armor, right?"
Because even though they kill each other, believe in incomplete gods, are fatal threats to humans, and are essentially the projection of the broken moon, werewolves are still creatures of order. "Human swords can also kill." Uriel replied, "Mysterious creatures can do what werewolves can do, and even worse than the former. People are not afraid of them, they are just slightly repelled."
"How many more werewolves are hiding in Winniewats?"
"Nobody knows. I've only met Maimi and the Wheel Gang."
Hitarian asked no more questions. She leaned against the well, her eyes wandering on the low wall, as if thinking about the difference between a werewolf and a nameless one. Ruth ran across the lawn, chasing a yellow grasshopper. Several wild pearl coltsfoot plants were ravaged. The Ringott sisters were hunted by demon hunters, and without the secret society, they would have been burned to death.
Uriel thought of the prisons beneath the Holy City and the piles of wood glistening in the sun. Suppose Hitarian was tied to a stake, and the righteous paladin lit the fire... The night before, the apprentice had nightmares again and again, and each time he was shocked to find that it was himself tied to it. Although sometimes he was worried about the Black Knight's warning, he would feel comforted by looking at Hitarian and Ruth.
"I must go back, Hitarian." The time in the dream cannot be measured, so Uriel had to estimate it by himself. He's not good at this. According to calculations, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, but he had to leave extra time. Once he deviates too much and encounters the undead lord, he may never be able to go back.
The story of the White Night Knight came to an abrupt end, and Hitarian was not happy. it's the only way. He would reach the real Mortus sooner or later, but not until he reached Moniantoros, if he was still alive and had the strength to walk. Strong alcohol can't soothe the anxiety and guilt, it's like having burning coal stuck in your throat. In comparison, it is the sound of Saudi Arabian piano that brings more relaxation.
"It's still early before dawn, at least four hours." The girl begged. "Tell us two more minutes, Uriel, just two minutes. What happened to Ingrid? Did her father abandon her?"
"She still has a mother." Uriel did not agree. "I must go back, Hitarian, now." Even if Sauron thought that he would not die before completing his mission, the apprentice would not dare to try it easily. In the visionary future dream, Uriel experienced many deaths. Whether it is the Elf Ruins or the White Night War, there is no smooth sailing. He knew that as long as he was not careful, he would be in danger. The astrologers did not see the possibility that I would die in a dream. "I'll tell you the follow-up next time."
"What about tomorrow?"
Hell, Gao Huan couldn't stay awake for several days. "No." Uriel refused immediately. Unlike Hitarian, he could regain his energy while entering a dream. To be honest, he was even more worried when he came here. However, the Confessions is in the hands of Hitarian, and she can bring Uriel into the dream of Ruth's life as long as she passes the Gospel. Since this is the power of a mysterious item, he cannot yet think of a way to take the initiative.
"The day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"
"One week." The apprentice insisted.
"Then I have to wait for another seven days." Hitarian was very disappointed, and even his sister Ruth frowned. The sisters seemed to feel each other's emotions. "I really want to see you every night, Uriel, and no one ever tells me that."
Uriel thought it was normal to coax children with stories. He did this on the way to Knight's Cove, and the little lion Roma's reaction was very satisfying. "Isn't your companion like this?"
"They think I don't need to know this, and they have to sign a confidentiality contract, as if I will leak the secret to someone." In fact, she has already let it slip. Although the oath scroll can only judge right or wrong, it is inferred based on the answer The truth has long been easy for apprentices. "No one even asked me to tell the truth. Except you, Uriel, but you are a companion."
Of course he wouldn't tell anyone, otherwise he wouldn't have had to risk deceiving the agents and taking away the prisoners back in the holy city of Zangwill. Either way, he and his companions would be doomed. "Companion" is my biggest secret.
"That's right, let's keep it a secret from each other." There is no doubt that the Ringott sisters are members of Starless Night. Will they have control over him like the Black Knight? Uriel wasn't sure. But Hitarian is still a little girl after all. She is very innocent and there is no need to overreact. And... Uriel looked at the illusory figure in the dream and almost laughed. Gaia on top, as if I could really make up my mind about what to do to them.
"I'll remember that," Hitarian conceded regretfully. She is much more sensible than her peers. Uriel could tell at a glance that the Ringott sisters had been street children without even asking. If the street boy is ignorant, he may not survive long in Yotsuye City. Not to mention they are still unknown.
She sends him back to reality.
Uriel opened his eyes, and the clouds and mist in the night sky showed a faint purple-blue color. This is the sign of day. Morning came faster in the north than in the south. He estimated the time and found that it was already dawn in Mortus, the Black City, but Hitarian could still stay in his dream for a few hours. Uriel has stuck with Eastman's timing, and it seems the Ringott sisters have too.
Mornings in Eastman are not mornings in Mortus. Fortunately, I didn't change my schedule, Uriel thought. He now felt that the Ringott sisters might not be in Bures anymore. Most of them are in Eastman. According to what Starless Night claimed, the Black Knight is the lord of Croita after all, and he should be in the tower's vassal country.
Are you worried about thieves? Ring tease. The apprentice is holding the scroll of oath tightly to his chest.
He put the parchment away. "A spur-of-the-moment experiment." Fortunately it didn't give him nightmares.
The Confession can indeed bring the holder into dreams, but Uriel doesn't think this can explain his repeated intrusions into Mortus. He didn't see Joey, nor did he see the wizards of the school. At any rate, they were also the holders of the holy book. Why do Confessions appeal to me so much? The problem is probably his own. After leaving the Glimmer Forest, the apprentice already knew that there was some subtle connection between the Scroll of Oath and the Book of Confessions. When Hitarian summoned it for the first time, Uriel's Scroll of Oath was in his pocket. This time he carried it with him, and the effect was indeed remarkable.
What kind of experiment Sauron didn't understand. It didn't know that Uriel had just entered Mortus in a dream, met two unknown children, and told them the story of the White Night Knight. All of this is dangerous, and the danger lies just beneath the surface of peace and warmth. The Black Knight warned Uriel not to go back, and Joey also warned him to hide himself, but he didn't do it. I should tell Hitarian that there is no next time, Uriel thought to himself, why should I promise her to go back again? She is not an innocent prisoner about to be executed, nor a street orphan in urgent need of rescue. She and Ruth live in a stable and peaceful place, under the protection of the demon lord. There's no need to touch them, right?
You have more important things to do.
After two weeks of smooth progress, they finally encountered an obstacle that was difficult to avoid. "We have to cross the canyon today." Dalton pointed at the map. "There is no shuttle station near here because the opposite side is the Glimmer Forest."
"Holly Canyon." The bard touched the feathers on his hat. "This is the birthplace of many ancient songs. The unbreakable covenant between the human race and the forest race was once made here. It was a glorious era, and noble people abounded. There are countless impassioned pieces of music. Adventurers regard conquering mysterious places as a supreme honor, which is unimaginable! Times have changed now... Maybe I should consider changing the march, brothers? Why not do this? "
"Forgive me, you are an expert in this area," the night elf said, "but no matter what glorious moments this canyon has had, we have to pass it today."
"Indeed, it's time. We have to get past it." Saudi nodded, but still in high spirits. "This place can inspire me." He said with a pious look on his face, "An ode to life and glory. You will be the first audience to appreciate it. I just can't wait. York, I heard that you can play the bagpipe? I need it. You help with the accompaniment.”
The orange-faced man thanked him indifferently: "You will regret it, Mr. Saud, my level is far from being able to accompany you."
"Okay, I'll do it myself. This will greatly reduce the effect of the music." The poet rinsed his mouth with wine unsatisfied.
"I hope your composing career will not greatly reduce your traveling speed." Uriel heard Dalton muttering. He frowned at the bill and couldn't figure out why the adventurer would be so extravagant.
The closer we got to Moniantoros, the looser the group became. They and the Paperclip Mercenaries are both responsible. The order pressure drop was about to break out, and Uriel hoped to reach his destination as soon as possible. The Paperclip mercenaries expressed their understanding, but they could not keep up no matter how fast they speeded up. This gap is not obvious between cities, but once outside the city gate, Uriel had to slow down.
War mercenaries treat their horses as if they were family members, but poets and physicians are not counted among them. They don't go to the battlefield at all, and the mysterious profession does not bring relevant skills. Riding is an acquired skill. Most mortals are like this. But Uriel, Dalton and York are all mysterious creatures. No matter how much they slow down, the speed and continuation speed of the mortal cavalry are still far behind. "It's a problem with the mount." The poet still refused to admit it. "It's really inhumane for you to ask the horse to run all day and all night."
God knows why they have to talk to the horses that are traveling. It's not like Uriel doesn't give them time to rest and eat. Everyone can see that it is Saudi Aibo who really finds it difficult to accept the speed of travel. Even the doctor, Ms. Klea, does not complain as much as he does. He is indeed good at playing music, and he is also good at interpersonal communication and language arts, but these things are not necessary during the journey. If the soothing music during leisure time could be replaced by the smooth music when traveling, Uriel would rather let himself not rest so well.
"No wonder Mr. Aldinite sent him away." Sita York also began to complain, "Drag this guy, I don't even know if I'm here for a trip or an adventure."
"You should be lucky." Dalton said while polishing the cursed sword. "Adventurers are not all taking risks. They hope that the journey will go smoothly without any accidents." He is simply more professional than York. "Opposite the Holly Canyon is the Shimmering Forest. The probability of safe passage is probably lower than Saudi Arabia's sudden enlightenment."
The orange-faced man laughed. "I never expected that. When have bad things never happened? It's better to be happy than to be bitter and resentful. Yes, I agree with Saudi Arabia. He is also right sometimes."
"He's right, but unfortunately we are here to seek revenge." Uriel threw away the brush. The mount stretched out its head meekly and let him stroke the mane on its neck. Of course he didn't want to treat his mount harshly, but he had no choice. Four legs were faster than two. Fortunately, animals can also feel kindness. You have to put up with your traveling companions. Who asked you to pick them? "Across the forest is Moniantoros, we're almost there."
