"Three gods?" York muttered, "Gaia probably doesn't want to hear this, let alone Lucia. Who else does he believe?"
Uriel pointed at the new patterns revealed, the stars and the night sky. "Otto."
"Insatiable greed. Faith is not an apple. It cannot be cut into pieces."
"That's true, but sometimes people want justice, apples, and good luck. Most believers go to several churches and offer candles to them."
"Perhaps you are right. There is also Heather Church in Eastman. Not only forest races go there. In fact, real green elves will not go to human cities to pray to Heather. This will only add to the pockets of humans. Li." Sita patted the ashes on her arms.
"A long time ago, there was no uniqueness in faith."
How weird. "How long ago was that?"
"A thousand years ago." Uriel replied, "The time of the Ancestors."
York couldn't help but shudder. He had an indescribable feeling, and his thoughts began to wander for a while. The murals from the Ancestors period, the belief in the Three Gods, and the ticking sound of the swinging pendulum rang in my ears. Thousands of years ago, the mysterious realm also fought side by side, and people's requirements for belief were not so strict. The followers of the Tritheism...Gaia, Lucia, and Otto once belonged to the same sect. You would never infer this from their current relationship of power and fire.
"Thousands of years ago, the Three Gods were the state religion of the Aurenia Empire. The Mercury Temple, the Judgment Agency and the Tower of the Sky, together they formed the cornerstone of the empire's mysterious power." Uriel's voice seemed to be recalling. What's even more strange is that I have lived three hundred years longer than him, and I have been lucky enough not to have seen the ancestors and their three gods. "Mysterious creatures obey the orders of the dynasty, pay allegiance to the Emperor Aurenia, and take it as an honor. The laws of the empire are their laws, and everyone abides by the order and dare not exceed it."
York nearly laughed out loud as he imagined the mysterious Fulcrum bowing to their vassals. What a ridiculous past, where mortals held great power and rode on the heads of mystical beings. The Glittering Pool has no such history.
"It's unbelievable, but it is a period that really existed." Uriel said, "The Silver Song Knights are also the noble corps of the Aurenia Empire. 'Victor' Vilonka was born here. His legend dates back to It started before the Dawn War.”
"Your tower's records are so comprehensive."
"The Prophet even personally experienced the War of Dawn, that thousand-year period..." The tower messenger shook his head, "He is a true ancestor, a living history of Knox. Sauron told me that the School of Silence The predecessor of the temple is the Mercury Temple, and Lord 'Second Truth' was also a saint during the War of Dawn. From this point of view, it is not surprising that there are murals of the ancestors' faith in Sir Olsson's warehouse."
Not surprisingly. York raised his head and stared at this wall that was at least a thousand years old. It looked like an ordinary wall to him. "There are no clues about Tedonaradu here." There is nothing here at all. “Can I try the roast lamb?”
Uriel finally looked at him reproachfully: "We are not bandits, York. I know it is not very convincing to say this standing on the ruins, but violence cannot be used to rob other people's property."
"Well, as a pagan, it seems more advantageous to listen to you at the moment."
…
Which number is this? Uriel looked through the photos stored by Sauron, and these ancient histories were presented on different objects: murals, tables and chairs, candlesticks, and scrolls. He had never noticed the remaining details in the church until entering Mortus' dream. They hide behind modern sculptures and in forgotten basements, covered and buried, among moss and grass seeds. If you look carefully, you will notice these subtle details that are incompatible with today's teachings.
I should go to the Black City. Uriel regretted not changing his itinerary. In his dream, he had been to Mortus and Marandeno. Today, the City of Auroville still stands on the edge of the St. Mirende Plain, as glorious as it once was. Unfortunately, the people of Bres did not welcome them. The Black City has experienced many times of destruction and rebirth, and its name has changed several times, but it was built on the remains of ancient Mortus. The apprentice is more familiar with it, and his search will not be subject to many restrictions.
But he had already made his choice. A dream is a dream after all, different from reality. Today's Church of Gaia is no longer the Mercury Temple, the Aurenia Empire has long been wiped out, the free people and Silver Song Knights, the Elf Guards of the Blue Forest, and even Sara and Kamaria buried deep under the snow-capped mountains in the south. Water Fairy, these bones, wars, and oaths do not belong to him. Uriel comes from a world without mystery, but he now lives in Knox, the Year of the Cold Moon. He couldn't pretend he didn't love this world that gave him a whole new life and adventure.
But more than these, what interested him more was Joey in the dream. If the dream is true and is a memory from the past, it means that his mentor is an ancestor like the Tower Prophet, and is even a Silver Song Knight. He spent an unimaginably long time and entered the tower after the disintegration of the Great Alliance of St. Mirend. But the record of Sauron having the White Envoy was during the Catastrophe of the Undead two hundred years ago. It seems likely that the truth is—and the apprentice hopes it might be—that the mentor is simply playing an unknown role in a dream. Would Bai Zhishi also imagine that he had been someone? He couldn't imagine it either.
Uriel knew that what he was looking for was not history, but evidence. This was an act of curiosity and a secondary matter. "Confessions" gave him the opportunity to explore the past of the White Envoy, and the apprentice immediately seized it. The dreams that interfered with his life seemed to push him deeper, but Uriel knew very well that he could find an anchor point and leave at any time if he wanted to.
"Tedonaradu escaped." Dalton was not too surprised. "He is the most experienced nightingale and demon hunter. If something goes wrong, he will escape immediately. You are still held back by the Cross Knight."
"Where do you know so much?"
"With the help of the church, he was able to live and enjoy a reputation in the assassin circle. We are not the only ones who want to kill him. Some people even offered a reward for his head and all his fingers." Zhuoer replied, "I have done it before Having been an assassin for a while, I know a lot of relevant connections. When I sent Saudi and Cleia to the Paperclip Mercenary Group, I bought supplies along the way."
"Intelligence supply. Well done." Uriel himself did not expect it. At that time, he only focused on hiding his whereabouts.
"A lot of things were not used. The news that Tedonaradu came to Mint Field was well concealed. I didn't expect that we would meet him here. Our astrologer had known about it for a long time. Later, I stopped go."
The named "astrologer" blinked and still did not reveal his true source. It is obvious that "clairvoyance" is not any known form of astrology, even to the layman.
"He's cunning," York muttered. "You should have at least told us about it."
"There is never a nightingale who is not cunning. I thought you should at least know this."
Sita shut her mouth angrily.
Uriel turned to the old bishop: "Unfortunately, we were so short of manpower that we allowed Tedonaradu to escape. It's my responsibility."
"Tedonaradu has been prepared for this." Bishop Debit said, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Sneaking in is more dangerous. Tedonaradu knows very well how Nightingale will enter the manor, and the assassination is exactly what he wants." Dalton also pointed out, "It is better to attack head-on. Uriel, your judgment is also correct. "
Apprentices themselves know where their responsibilities lie. He frequently enters the dream state of "Confessions", resulting in a poor mental state. Before breaking into the manor with York, he used his "spiritual vision" to observe the consequences of sneaking in, so he changed his plan. In order not to cause side effects of the Oath Scroll, he stopped using "Spiritual Vision" so that he could not see the outcome of Tedonaradu's escape.
The apprentice stood up. "I want to talk to you alone, Bishop Debit." He saw the orange-faced man cast a suspicious look and knew what he was worried about. But Uriel couldn't give an answer. The failure of this attack proves nothing, either the cunning of Tedonaradu or the dangers of working with a wizard.
The old bishop stepped forward and walked with him behind a redwood tree. Although he said nothing, Uriel could see that he preferred to be closer to him. Drow and Sita were probably just pagans in his eyes, not even humans, and he had nothing to do with them. Thinking of Aurenia, who had been at war with Saint Valoran for many years in the dream, it seemed that there was no change in the church's policy of excluding foreigners.
"How can I help you, young knight?"
"Uril. I don't think I am your knight, Lord Bishop." The apprentice said, "I am just a believer in Gaia with you."
"Personally, you saved my life."
"It also restricted your freedom. I could have sent you to any church on the way and let the Cross Knights protect your safety. In fact, I went on a killing spree inside and executed the believers who blocked the way. Enough, we all Know the weight of death." My choice. Uriel continued bitterly: "These people even died in my hands more than once. Loyal and reliable people, kind and upright people, I took the sword to end their lives. But until now, I don't think they are mine." wrong."
"The nightingale is excluding dissidents." The old bishop said slowly. "The conflicts within the church have accumulated to the point where they have to explode. Faith can no longer protect its believers...it is the source of disaster. I don't have many years to live." , young man, but even this time will be deprived of them. The Pope will not allow such cruelty. What you did is truly a righteous act, Uriel."
At this point, it is ridiculous to discuss right and wrong. Bishop Debit replied carefully, as if he was afraid of irritating him. But Uriel didn't come here to seek comfort or enjoy recognition. "Do you really understand my behavior, Lord Bishop?"
"You want to eliminate Tedonaradu and his henchmen, although I don't know your motive for doing so."
"Isn't it a righteous act?" Uriel joked.
"You have a firm goal and it is not just a random thought."
"That's my target," Uriel told him, "but not Tedonaradu. I had to use his head to prove something to you, but no luck."
The old bishop took a step back and said, "What's the matter?"
