Not only Uriel, there are also people in the cavalry who don’t know why. "Two spies, my lord?"
The knight snorted. "Two unlucky guys."
"But they are local mercenaries after all..."
"...Not a local noble lord." The knight shook off the sword again, "I don't even have travel expenses, why keep it? Let's go back and wait for the next wave. What did the poor guy say about the black bee? Naruang, you Have you ever heard of this person?"
"No, my lord," replied the cavalryman who asked the question.
"But he definitely exists. After entering the city, you go find this guy." The knight paused for a moment, "Rody, you go with him."
The two men who were named looked at each other. "As you command, my lord."
The team recrossed the river and headed south. Uriel followed them again. He rode a "hole-eyed" horse and walked among a group of people who were unaware of his presence, listening to them talk about things that had nothing to do with him. But the apprentice was not without gain. Now he can still find the direction to Mortus, but he has changed people to lead the way. There are also these people who attack adventurers. They seem to be blocking the road and not just for robbery.
The team did not move quickly, and Uriel failed to reach Mortus until dark. The cavalry stopped in a pine forest and planned to camp for the night. The leading knight, Candenabele, is a mysterious creature, so he is not afraid of the monsters in the wilderness.
A bonfire was burning in the open space. The chef of this team was much better than Uriel. Their pot is quite complete and the soup has more condiments. The cavalrymen took care of their mounts, set up tents, and arranged the night watch and scout candidates. An adventure group of six people obviously cannot compare with a cavalry team of more than a dozen people. The most prominent manifestation is that the leader of the latter does nothing and does not even need to command.
"...How long will it take?" Rody whispered. They gathered around the campfire to keep warm. The sun's rays bake the earth during the day, but it's freezing cold at night. Broken Moon seemed to squint its eyes and cast a cold gaze.
"About three days." Kanderner replied, "The mercenaries in Blackwood County have not been cleared yet, and it is very difficult to attack by force at this time."
Are these people going to attack Blackwood County? Uriel had never heard of this place. Although there were many places he had never heard of, there were certain names that he could not mistake. Blackwood County. Sounds like jazz collar. What year and month was it in the dream? He sat across from the two of them and continued to listen, and took a spoonful of soup from the pot.
Kanderner was dissatisfied. "I told you to abandon those small villages." He mocked, "But that bastard insists on clearing the country, as if the people of Blackwood County can walk out of the city gate and cause trouble for us. The Highland Witch was driven away by the Silver Song Knight. Either burn them to death, and the dwarf gang has retreated to the cave, so why do we bother to deal with those stragglers?"
"Well, we need to make sure the locals don't get involved," Roddy muttered.
"Local people? Even if these mud-legged guys are given spears, they will only use them for hoeing. It's better to guard against the green elves. But there are many good places in Blackwood County, and those grass-eating bastards won't care about a small town." He thought more and more. Getting angrier, "It shouldn't be Mortus, we can definitely target Quartz City."
"There are empire legions stationed in Quartz City, sir." Rody reminded, "Even the Silver Song Knights stayed there."
"The Imperial Legion is an old cat that can't catch mice, and the Knights of Silver Song have left long ago. Quartz City is not Malandeno. These big shots are not interested in staying longer. Saint Valoran is their target." His commander He disagreed, "We beat the garrison to pieces in Qingjin Castle. This is a fact. That bastard is not very good at picking targets, but he is an expert at picking opponents. Now Quartz City is a winter nut, just waiting for us to pry it open. ." He suddenly smiled. "Did you hear that rumor, Roddy? There seems to be an alien market in Quartz City. Maybe I should give him a surprise, such as a few blue-eyed fairy girls."
"With all due respect, sir." Roddy twisted his nose as if he was holding back a sneeze. "But this kind of surprise...he definitely won't like it."
"Mortus is even more unpleasant. I haven't said anything yet." The cavalry leader snorted.
But he did say a lot, Uriel thought. This exchange revealed quite a bit of information, much of which the apprentice was only partially aware of. Mortus aside, does the empire refer to Brestatik? Or somewhere else? Qingjin Castle and Blackwood County are unknown locations, as is Quartz City. The only extracted key word is "Silver Song Knights", which was the Legion of Order during the War of Dawn, led by "Victor" Veronka himself, and is the predecessor of today's Holy Knights of the Holy Council of Radiance.
Even mortals have heard the stories of evil dragons and the War of the Dawn, let alone the mysterious realm. Let's put it this way, as much as the secret society has been persecuted and slandered due to the betrayal of its ancestors thousands of years ago, the descendants of the Silver Song Knights have received as much glory and praise for their great deeds in defeating the evil dragon.
Time in dreams is different from reality. This is a difference he discovered from Mortus. However, this alone can only determine the upper limit of time. Now Uriel finally got a second clue, and he was shocked. The time when the Silver Song Knights existed... was not during the reign of the Brestatik Empire.
A ridiculous dream, he thought, the Knight of Silversong and Saint Valoran? In reality he had just passed through Holly Canyon. Uriel knew that the Holly Canyon at this moment had no commemorative significance. Maybe it was not called Holly Canyon at all... because the Holly Agreement between humans and forest races had not yet been concluded, and the War of Dawn had not begun. The Mystic Realm doesn’t even have seven pivots. Everything here was so different from the Knox he knew. This is the time of the ancestors.
…
The palace was different from what she had imagined, and it wasn't even as luxurious as the lord's reception room. There are weird patterns and complex patterns everywhere, the dome is within reach, and the marble is dull. She made out tiny symbols, but none of them were similar. When she saw the symbols carved in a circle, she was shocked to realize that these symbols were actually ancient characters. I only knew it. Hitarian reached out and touched it, but no one stopped him. This is Lucia's divine writing, which her mother had asked her to write thousands of times in the attic where the warmth still existed in her memory. Is this really a palace? She felt more like a temple.
"Follow." The lord ordered.
Hitarian quickly quickened his pace and walked through the long corridor written with divine inscriptions. When she reached the end, she couldn't help but look back. The dark corridor seemed to have become narrower and shorter, unable to allow humans to pass. I just walked through here. She didn't want to walk back from here. Maybe I need to get down on the floor? The stone seems ready to collapse at any moment, burying those who enter.
She shuddered and fled quietly. Dozens of different texts watched her leave in silence.
The hall is not very spacious, but in Hitarian's eyes, it is enough to stretch one's body. She could hear the rushing of water from behind the wall, the leaves and branches scratching against each other, and the flapping of birds' wings. There is also wind. Roaring, roaring winds. All of this made the walls seem transparent, and her imagination soared through the stone brick wallpaper and across the vast world.
But all she could see was darkness. The air had a stale and decaying smell, which was completely opposite to the fresh impression given by the living water and the strong wind. Soon, Hitarian realized that it was not absolutely dark here. She began to adapt to the faint light and even looked around.
Underfoot is a bright red carpet, every fiber is pliable and lovely. The golden threads disappear and appear, embroidering more complex and sacred patterns than the murals in the aisles. The craftsmanship is top-notch, enough to put a half-bucket weaver like Hitarian to shame. She noticed the ruby sun, symbolizing the goddess of light, and the mithril lilies of Gaia, as well as the endless dark blue crystal stars. Lucia, Gaia and Otto, she recognized. Three gods.
These totems are not alone. Above their heads and at the end of their field of vision, there is a more glorious and magnificent work of art. The light in the darkness comes from it. Hitarian raised his head, but couldn't see the whole thing clearly. He could only see the corners blocked by the pillars. The curved arch hangs down to the wall, and its base is gray-white to highlight the inlaid pearls, white jade, star peridot, ruby, sapphire, chrysoberyl cat's eye, and various colorful metals. Together, these mysterious products beyond imagination form a priceless tapestry. With them, there is not even room for a chandelier in the hall.
The Black Knight lights the candle.
In addition to the decoration, the layout of the hall is also extremely strange, at least Shitarian has never seen it before. Following the eye-catching red carpet, she saw the seven jeweled steps, the majestic stone throne at the end, and the long shadow it cast among the tapestry and columns. Two exquisitely carved iron platforms stand on both sides, with stretched postures, profound lines, and artistic height differences, like two rose trees blooming in layers. Countless candles were stuck on the slender thorns, flowing with silvery candle tears like white bones.
The throne was empty, no one was seated. "Is this the palace?" Hitarian couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Quiet," her lord ordered.
She had no choice but to shut her mouth and stop with him. There was no sound in the hall, and Hitarian was shocked to realize how abrupt his words were. There was an even greater majesty of the temple here. The candles slowly lit up and the light roamed everywhere. She felt that she was gradually becoming smaller and humbler, and she could almost escape through the narrow corridor. She didn't dare to breathe. I seem to be a speck of dust on the soles of His Majesty's feet, Shitarian thought, but I have never seen him before!
She couldn't help but think about why she was here. It shouldn't be a dream of Confessions, in which case the Black Knight would directly take back the Gospel. Nor is it a reunion with Whitaker, the Northman, although she does take off his mask. Will it be related to my career? Hitarian has seen many patients in recent days, successfully dealing with symptoms such as insomnia, anxiety, and extreme grief. Could it be that the King of Byrne also suffered from sleep deprivation? She couldn't stop thinking.
But this was not enough reason for her to appear in the palace. Byrne is the kingdom of the Nameless Ones, the base of the Starless Night. There are thousands of nameless people here, and there are many kinds of magic. It is not the turn of Hitarian, a trainee doctor, to take the stage. When the undead lord dragged her out of the dream and flew across the sky to the palace terrace, Hitarian's screams did not stop at all. She trusted the Lord of Byrne, but couldn't overcome her instinctive reaction. She was terrified of being separated from the ground, but fortunately it was only for a moment.
The Black Knight tells her that magic is not allowed in the palace. Even lords have to abide by the rules, and Hitarian is no exception. But he didn't say anything more, leaving her uneasy for fear of breaking the law.
When he was in Four Leaf City, Hitarian was taught by his mother how to deal with nobles, especially the Wiggins family. She needed to get down on her knees immediately, not to look at them dully, not to refuse to talk, not to speak without permission. If she disobeys her, the knights and guards who follow her master should whip her on the shoulders.
Fortunately, Hitarian had never met a noble in person, let alone a member of the Wiggins family, so she forgot all about it when she saw the Black Knight, while Ruth drooled while sleeping in bed. The only people who slapped her shoulder were her father and the owner of the wallet she stole. However, Hitarian fled home with her sister, and being caught stealing was the first time she did it. Since then, Hitarian has never done anything again. Got caught.
If the majesty of the court had not evoked memories, Hitarian would never have thought of the lessons his mother taught him in his life. Fortunately no one is here.
"Who is this girl?" A voice came out, making Hitarian shudder. She had heard this voice before, but couldn't remember who it belonged to...
...until the master shows up. "Don't tell me that this is His Majesty's little princess who is living abroad." Lord Mercury walked out of the shadows and stood at the foot of the steps.
There was a moment of silence. "You are overthinking." The Undead Knight said, "Hitalion is a doctor."
"That's it." Lord Mercury stroked the feathers on his mask and smiled. "You are so considerate, my dear brother." The meaning of these words is self-explanatory. Hitarian glanced at the lord secretly. Was she injured? It was probably an invisible injury, so no wonder I was used. "But is it necessary to come here? If I remember correctly, you sternly refused to allow me to see His Majesty last time."
"You didn't obey either."
"Since we are all at fault, why don't we understand each other?" The lord walked to the candlestick. Somehow she became nobler, more regal, and Hitarian's urge to kneel to her grew stronger. Perhaps it's because Lord Mercury's attire befits his status. If the king was wearing sackcloth and there was a sculpture to compare with, I might be able to recognize it; but if the beggar was wearing fine clothes, Hitarian was not sure.
The Black Knight was unmoved. "I'm not wrong. Your injuries will be taken care of by Hitarian. Lametta, I advise you to think clearly before taking action."
Lord Mercury took a half step back. Her movements were a little stiff, and Hitarian suddenly felt that she was not so majestic. "Then I have to please her." She smiled again, her tone amiable, even playful.
"I dare say that pleasing people is not your talent." The Black Knight grabbed her shoulders, "Who allowed you to come in? You must tell the truth, Rametta. Otherwise." A dark blue light flashed through the gap in his helmet. . "I'll hang you on the city gate."
