This is an extraordinary adventure, more pure than a mercenary mission. Unfortunately, the excitement before leaving has long since faded, and the shortcomings of the journey have been infinitely magnified: the long road takes time, and frequent obstacles consume the will. Even if it is difficult to reach Moniantoros, the goal is still far away. York didn't know when it would end.
He wasn't tired of traveling. But even the best adventurers get tired on the road to hopelessness. Besides, he knew that his power was in vain. The Church of Gaia is not a mercenary group or a traveling knight, it is not a gang or a street gang, it is not even a city defense force or a duchy - there is no doubt that the Church is superior to these groups, and even Eastman cannot match it. To shake such an organization, Dalton said, it was impossible for them alone. Only Uriel would be so stubborn.
But York originally agreed with Uriel very much.
None of us can be trusted here, Sita thought. Most of us are either liars and traitors or useless mortals. He must not place his hopes on the clergy. Even the adventurers are more reliable than them. After all, the latter's badness is obvious.
During the period of digging out the secrets of the church, York's eyes were opened: the Knights of the Cross neglected their duties, the clergy colluded inside and outside, and the ascetics made money. Not everyone was like that, but there were far more than he imagined. The sacred place of faith became a breeding ground for evil, and every transaction was given a fitting name. York simply couldn't trust any of the Gaia priests anymore. In this kind of environment, it is quite common for scandals to occur in the monastery.
There is no doubt that there is hope for some young people, but Yorke doesn't think they can help. In other words, these people are simply unwilling to seek help. He understands them too. If there had been something scandalous in Lucia's church, he would not have revealed it. York didn't know Uriel's thoughts in this regard, but he could see that his friend had an unshakable determination to destroy the Church of Gaia. This goal led him to disobey Croita's orders.
For this reason, York did not recommend that he cooperate with the wizarding monks.
At the end of the day, this is none of my business. York yawned, but couldn't sleep. The stars are hidden in the clouds, and there is no light in the fields. He heard someone whispering, but couldn't tell who it was. Anyway, it couldn't be someone else. This adventure team was short-handed and burdened... He didn't need to worry about these. Uriel would make plans, and Dalton would make suggestions—even though he was quite pessimistic, he still had to say what needed to be said, and Uriel would accept it selectively. There's even the crackling cynicism of Sauron the Ring.
Although York also had the right to offer opinions, he was too lazy to speak. Along the way, what he saw and heard made him depressed, and what he heard and thought made him uneasy. Monian Toros is different from the Ice Territory. This is a region that he will never set foot in in his life. Here he saw the ugliness of wisdom and desire, the complex entanglements of human beings, and the one-sidedness and ignorance of faith. God knows why I need to meet these things! Lucia asked him to rid the land of evil spirits, which was his only reason other than friendship. But York couldn't figure out what to do.
"Is anyone here, Sita?"
"Only rabbits." The frightened animals slithered away from the blades of grass, and York dropped the pebbles in his hands. "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
The night elf stood not far behind him, near the dry well. "Uril hasn't decided on his next destination yet."
"have not decided yet?"
"There is an ambush in the village." Zhuoer said, "We must move our position to prevent Nightingale from discovering our true purpose." He must be repeating Uriel's words without even changing the words.
"Our true purpose," York muttered, "who knows what it is."
Dalton moved a little closer. "Why do you say that?"
"No, I'm not questioning, you understand." There were still low voices of conversation in the simple house, but York didn't listen to the content. He rubbed his forehead and pressed down a piece of skin. "You know what we're going to do, Dalton? Deal with this disgusting mess? Or teach them to get back on track?"
"It's two different things."
"Maybe I know too little." He knew nothing except being an adventurer. "But I also have my God. The Church of Gaia needs to be punished. It is a den of sin and a rotten garbage dump, so we have to change it... This is true. But..."
"But?"
Sita could not answer. "Sometimes I really don't know what to think. I feel that our purpose keeps changing, brother, and we can't find the direction to solve the problem at all. Cleanse the evil people hiding in the church, teach them to kill their heads, and then put that damn person to death Uprooting the industrial chain, all this...of course makes sense. Small things are also things, and a person is also a human being. I think I understand. When what we do radiates the impact and reaches the core of the church, they will remember the lessons . It’s better to be obedient, or not to use the name of the goddess Gaia at all, but is this what he wants? How will this improve the situation of orphans like Aiken? Or should he decide to warn the Pope and force the other party to pay attention... Otherwise Do you have to step down?" He didn't believe it himself. "I don't think Uriel is capable of such a thing."
Dalton looked at him strangely, "Of course he will do that, if it works. Do you want me to remind you of the risks he took to get rid of the agent?"
Of course not, Sita remembered it clearly. That was one of the few happy days on the trip. But when Dalton mentioned it, York suddenly realized that he didn't understand Uriel. In other words, what he knew was the apprentice before entering Croy Tower. Uriel was more of an adventurer back then, but now he's a courier for the Tower's Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
This is actually less than a year. The huge changes in a short period of time made York very uncomfortable. Sita's concept of time was different from that of humans, but Uriel's experience in the past six months was probably more interesting than his three hundred years. York was vaguely aware that his previous life was a little too simple. After leaving the Twinkling Pool, the Knox Mercenary Group accepted him, and York never left Eastman again.
Of course, he has no ability to be picky about his lifestyle. If everyone could live as they imagined, Otto would be laid off. Perhaps He is not willing to be the God of destiny yet. "Forget it, Uriel has his own plan anyway. Dalton? Do you still think we will fail?"
"I don't see any signs of success anywhere."
So is York. "We have avoided the nightingale's trap and are about to get rid of them completely." But he still pointed out.
"As long as our purpose is the church, it's impossible to really get rid of them."
"I don't intend to shake him off," Uriel said. At some point he came to the fence and was about to untie the reins. "Bishop Debit believed that the Nightingale's administrator was nearby and he presided over the siege plan. "He always seemed to know more than we did. "Tedonaradu, that's the name. He has different identities on the territory of the Gaia Church... but I know who he is. If we are lucky, we can meet this gentleman tonight."
York was in a good mood. "Catch him?"
"Kill him."
Bishop Gaia's face didn't look very good. Poor old man, thought York, who only a few days before had been a loyal supporter of the church, had been forced to witness the massacre in the sanctuary. At that time, they went to the town's church to clean it as usual, but they didn't expect that there was a river of blood inside.
Uriel caught one of the attackers and learned the identity of the gang from him. Of course, he was originally unwilling to cooperate like this, but anyone would be careless when facing Uriel's magic for the first time. What York and Dalton received was relayed by the tower messenger, who said that these people came from Olsson Manor and were mercenaries of the local lord.
Adventurers have a variety of jobs that York can't comment on. Overall, their focus was on Sir Olsson's motivations. Moniantoros is the headquarters kingdom of the Church of Gaia, and the nobles are naturally devout believers. There are probably few reasons for the locals to hire these desperadoes to attack the church. Bishop Debit almost didn't have a chance to ask questions, but after Uriel returned from inspecting the church, everything soon became clear.
"What right does he have to do this? I have met Tedonaradu, and he is just a novice monk." Bishop Debit couldn't help but ask, "He is not even a mysterious creature."
"Don't be so sure." Uriel replied, "At least in terms of proficiency in the Holy Commandments, the gap between you is quite large. He is obviously a cleric."
York didn't find it obvious. None of them had seen Tedonaradu, except Uriel who had just come to the church to inquire about it. The apprentice did not ask the old bishop about the other party's appearance at all, so theoretically there was a possibility of mistaken recognition. But he was very confident and had no worries at all. Mostly it's the astrologer's magic. "It can't be the Archbishop, right?"
"Who knows? Church nightingales do not have a fixed identity. They may be novice monks during the day, and become archbishops at night and festivals. In any case, identity brings convenience and restrictions at the same time. If it were me, I would also choose to wear the attire of an archbishop. Meet Sir Olson in private, and then act as a subordinate to hand over in person. This way, it will be faster to clean up the traces."
The old bishop's face became even worse. Not to mention a monk like him, even York would never have imagined that Nightingale would destroy the church to "clean up the traces" and claimed that this was to protect the honor of Gaia. Otherwise, Uriel would not be able to convince Bishop Debit. Now he is looking for trouble with the culprit, and even the old bishop can't stop him due to emotion or reason.
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