The apprentice almost rolled off the branch, but York caught him in time. "He's awake!" The orange-faced man turned his head and said, "Dalton! Saudi! Uriel is awake!" The rustling sound of a forest leaf, and the dark jungle blocking the sky and the sun, made people shudder.
"York?" Uriel asked in a low voice, "What's going on?" His eyes were filled with light spots, which were still fluctuating with his breathing.
"You suddenly fell asleep."
"Suddenly?" There was no need to doubt it when he fell asleep. "Exactly...what time is it now?"
"We have crossed the river, and only half of the journey remains." The night elf's voice covered the leaves. Uriel squinted his eyes and was finally able to see his outline clearly. The darkness was so thick that the light spots constantly interfered with the vision. "You were walking well at that time, and then suddenly fell. I mean, in the shadow... Once we lose control in the shadow state, we will fall infinitely. It happened suddenly, and I had to grab the nearest mercenary first. Go back and recover you and York. It took a while, but luckily no one was left behind. How are you?"
"There are bugs flying in front of my eyes."
"That's the lake over there. Turn your face and look at the branches. You surface creatures are not adapted to darkness, but you are very sensitive to light."
"We may be sensitive to contrast."
"But the response to the body is very slow." Dalton's outline was slightly enlarged. "We were crossing the river embankment, and the magic suddenly stopped, so I had to use dark elements as an emergency. Cleia said that you were too mentally exhausted, which caused the magic. Out of control. Do you have insomnia, Uriel? Or when you came from the Holy City?"
No, it's Tinder. Uriel sensed a problem. With the assistance of the Scroll of Oath, his magic power is indeed endless, but fire has its limits. The Gulf War had tempered his will, so much so that he himself ignored the accumulation of fatigue while staying awake, eventually causing his magic to spiral out of control. "No...well, a little bit." Maybe it has something to do with the dream in Confessions. Hitarian had a way to regain his energy in his dreams, but it cost him even more. After all, apprentices are stowaways. "Sorry, it's my problem. When I was in the canyon, I planned to..."
"We haven't forgotten your praise." Dalton interrupted him, "You'd better rest quickly and then take over my shift."
"Reliable, drow?" the poet muttered. He didn't know when he came nearby. "What happened? Did you offend Heather?"
If I were to take offense, it could only be Ain. "If I'm not careful, He will send nymph followers to punish me." Uriel's heart was still beating violently, and the joke seemed forced. "Where is our guide?"
"It almost drowned in Saudi wine." York made a face, "Clea is sobering it up. How strange that he doesn't drink coffee, but he likes drinking?"
"Your standards are weird. Okay, Saudi, if you have nothing to do, please ask Ms. Klea for a piece of cicada." Dalton commanded. "Uril, I suggest you solve the problem once and for all, otherwise we won't be able to do anything even if we arrive at Moniantoros."
"I know everything. Thank you."
The night elf glanced at him. Lots of situations, isn't it? Uriel could almost hear his thoughts. Is our trip necessary? no one knows.
After he leaves, the apprentice wakes Sauron. "Can you contact the tower?"
Have you changed your mind, apprentice?
"I have something to confirm." Uriel ignored its sarcasm, "Don't waste time, wise Mr. Gessen, can you contact your master?"
Maybe. You know, if he doesn't want to reply, there's nothing I can do about it.
"Try it, Sauron, please."
The runes on the side of the ring flickered, and at the same time, Uriel felt his magic power decreasing. Thousands of miles apart, communication is a mysterious method. But this is a unilateral request and may not succeed. I shouldn't have bothered him at this point, but the dream... the confession and the anchor...
No reply. What happened? what do you want to say
Even if it is a plan for the Gaia Church, he is now willing to share it with Sauron. Yet Mortus in the dream must not be revealed. Uriel helped the Nameless One in the Holy City. It was not the first time, but this did not mean that he was determined to betray the order. Similarly, he cannot abandon the convenience brought to him by the demonic power. I was a goddamn wallflower, torn between two mutually incompatible camps. But what else can I do?
"I dreamed of the Red Prophecy again." He lied.
White Night War? As far as I know, the wizards of the school did stay in Knight's Bay, and Shania Ravenus dug three feet into the ground there, wishing she could dig out the entire bay and take it away. She is wasting her efforts but refuses to accept the reality
"Reality," the apprentice repeated. Mortus was just a dream, and everything he saw was a false fantasy. But dreams also have causes. Where do the dreams caused by Confessions come from? Why can't Ruth escape from the dream? Her sister Hitarian was able to leave through the anchor point. What was the difference between them? Is what I see the product of impressions and memories, or is it absurd imagination?
What’s wrong with you? Why are you so distracted... Wait, there's a response.
Uriel's heart was pounding. I'll have my answer soon. "tutor?"
The runes suddenly burst into light, and the apprentice's vision became even more confusing. He had to turn his head to avoid being irritated to tears.
...Line of Law monitoring and confirmation...positioning, coordinate correction...authority check, tentative...completed. This is the sixth branch of the observation deck, dear commander. Produced by the Chloe branch of the Ratliff Arms chain store, No. 159, the Night Whisper series product Eberibam is at your service.
"Are you Mr. Larsen's ring?" Uriel frowned. He didn't expect Sauron to be able to contact other night whispering rings.
It sounds like you're not very satisfied, my lord. But unfortunately, that was the case before I was eliminated due to lagging performance.
Although the answer is very personal, compared to Sauron, this is not a problem at all. "I'm not the Bai Zhizhi. I'm his apprentice. There's an... emergency here. Can I communicate with him?" The apprentice went straight to the point.
Verification of authority: Messenger Uriel, the application has been submitted...The application was rejected. I'm sorry, sir, but you can't disturb your tutor at the moment.
I'm afraid it's because of the difference in mystery, which involves the profound principles of mystery. Uriel had known that there was little hope. The messenger was injured in the White Night War, and there was no news for a long time. The apprentice wanted to see him before leaving the tower, but the only response he got was Sauron, the Nightwhispering Ring, thrown from the crack of the door. "Is he okay?"
Sorry, I can't answer. I have been staying in the sixth branch for the past two days...
"Is Mr. Larson working? Did I disturb you?" Uriel was a little embarrassed. "I apologize, Mr. Bam. Please forgive me."
You didn't bother. Eberlibam, tell the truth, I am not with the master, now... Uriel! Can you hear me? Why... Even the Lord Commander's ring can only communicate with other Nightspeak rings through text, please don't... Can you hear me, Uriel?
what the hell? Uriel watched suspiciously as the characters changed. "Soren? Bam?"
All wrong! It's Roma.
I should be surprised, shouldn't I? "Mr. Larson's ring is on your hand? What's going on?"
He was too busy, so I had to fill in for him. The little lion said it seriously. However, as far as Uriel knew, even if Mr. Larsen missed work that day, he would never let Roma take his place. He also has not only Roma as an apprentice, but also another astrologer apprentice. Sabina, the top graduate of the Tower's class, is more suitable to be the mentor's assistant than Roma.
"Is your confinement over, Roma?"
Long ago... no. Miss Roma stole me from the owner and forced me to unlock the door. By the way, Miss Sabina acted as an accomplice this time. I suggest applying for downgrade... You dare to talk nonsense! Oh, Eberly, shut up!
It has no mouth at all, Uriel thought. After he understood the situation on the other side, he immediately had the urge to terminate the communication: "Stop arguing, Mr. Bam. Roma! What are you afraid of? Have you also graduated?" The lowest degree in mystery is apprenticeship.
Larson won't let me go to the Foreign Ministry!
Nonsense, your confinement is not over yet. As far as the current Ministry of Foreign Affairs is concerned, the Qing Zhizhi hopes that the little lion's sentence will be extended. "It's good for both of us." Uriel muttered, "Can you let Bam talk?"
The same goes for me. Unless you want to complain to Mr. Larson. You wouldn't do that, Uriel, would you?
"It depends on your performance. Do you dare to go to the White Envoy?"
The arrogance on the other side suddenly dissipated. Looking for the commander-in-chief? Even Larson couldn't do this. The Prophet forbids anyone from approaching the conference room, and now the Destiny Meeting is held in the laboratory instead. Can I change it to another one?
"You can't even knock on the door?" Uriel felt strange.
I wanted to go find him a few days ago. Roma told him that I was too bored, so Larsen allowed me to recite the zodiac signs in the corridor, so I asked Sabina to prepare two cans of chili as a gift to thank Gray Winged Bird Island...
"Pepper?" Uriel repeated in shock.
You think, the White Angel will definitely not be short of smoothies and cold drinks, and the Brown Angel will also make all kinds of delicacies. But surely no one gave him chili peppers, right? Surprise is the great value of a gift and I bet the Commander will love it. It's a pity that she deliberately prolonged her voice. Although Eberlibam tried his best to prevent her from interjecting, he did not miss the slightest bit in restoring the tone of the messenger. Sabina refused to agree to anything, and she even threatened to complain to Larson. I simply couldn't understand what she was thinking.
"Give your friend a gift, Roma. Don't give any chili peppers. A cold drink would be nice."
The little lion didn't understand, but still pretended to answer: I will consider it.
"Well, how about I talk to Mr. Eberlebaum now? I promise not to mention it."
He kept listening. You say it. The apprentice immediately realized she was lying.
But he didn't expose it. Although the little lion's worries were not important to him, they were undoubtedly important to her. "I want to know about the Silver Song Holy Knights and the Aurenia Empire during the Ancestors period. It would be better if I could find Mortus. I will contact you again in a week." At this moment, You Leal was really in no mood to continue.
...Wait a moment, I'll get a piece of paper.
Once Roma remembered his instructions, the communication ended. Sollengerson asked: Why do you ask these things?
At least it didn't interrupt when I was talking to Roma. "I need to understand, that's it."
Are you really going to keep it a secret from them? Do you need her to help you?
Uriel almost couldn't breathe. Hell, he was starting to see how scary Roma was. This girl has a wealth of experience and brings those who come into contact with her to the same level of intelligence. "No, I'm just trying to put it off temporarily." He tried to remain serious, "I originally planned to let you inquire, wise Mr. Gessen. You must know more about the Silversong Paladin than others... and the same goes for other things. Oh, do you know your master, my mentor?”
Of course, there was a slight delay in the reply. He seemed very unsure. What is it that you have to ask him about?
"I... had a dream. I told you, Sauron, it was the Red Prophecy. I saw him in the river, and the dream guided me back to Six Fingers Castle." Lie. There are lies everywhere. He is a knight of proverbs, but he has to live with lies. "Maybe I'm thinking too much."
That's true. The ring said rudely, you were so sleepy that you almost fell down. When you left the Holy City, you behaved like this. The master’s story cannot cure your insomnia
"What's his story?"
The white frost is still. After a long time, the ice began to condense into characters again. The White Envoy is the third leader of the tower. It slowly writes that he came to the tower during the Catastrophe of the Undead and assisted the Gathering of Destiny in repelling the undead army. The Prophet believed that he was destined to become the guardian of the tower, so before the end of the war, the Equipment Department created me as his assistant and symbol of my mysterious status.
"He was Kong Jing at that time?"
Yes, Sauron said, although your mentor is not the apprentice of the prophet, it is not because of lack of qualifications. The Lord Prophet is an astrologer, not a warrior. The White Envoy has shown outstanding talents in the fields of mystery and combat, but he is not willing to learn magic writing and astrological knowledge, and he has only a limited understanding of some common sense. And these are just small flaws that I can make up for
Uriel interrupted: "What about before that?"
before which
"He came before the tower."
What? Do you think I would go out of my way to remember these things? The ring asked back, only a prophet would understand... Why are you looking at me? Don't look like that, as if I'm talking nonsense! Of course, the origin of Bai Zhishi is also recorded. I'll look for it... Of course there is, how could it not be? The leader's origin is also related to an envoy from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Lord Jerem Ozkelman, the Gatekeeper, who brought the White Envoy to Brumnot and introduced him to the Prophet
