As soon as Uriel raised his hand, the door opened. A pair of eyes looked around warily, and then gave him a way to pass.
"I haven't knocked yet." He put down his hand, "You've been staring outside?"
"No." The other party lied, "It was just a coincidence. I was just about to go out to find something to eat."
"It's best not to go. Your tribe will send envoys to Malandeno in two days. Janus, you can go back to the Blue Forest with them."
"Why are you helping me?"
Because we are the same kind. Uriel remembered the association's words about brothers and sisters, but knew he would not appreciate it. This was the era of the ancestors, and Chuyuan had not yet fallen to the point where everyone was shouting for beatings. "It just so happens that I have been helped by your kind recently."
The other party obviously didn't believe it. "Thanks Heather." He said dryly, "Thanks also to you and your coincidence. But the smell of alcohol on you is too strong, Uriel, and you will attract the guy with a sharp nose."
"I thought you were talking about yourself. I don't smell weird at all." What does drinking alcohol smell like in a dream? Uriel never thought about it. He could imagine himself drinking water, or juice coffee, whatever he wanted.
The nature elf Janus took two steps back and hid in the door. The curtains were drawn tightly, the ventilation holes were boarded shut, and only the leak in the roof could not be blocked. The sunlight illuminates the wardrobe lying horizontally in a corner, and the outlines of the sheets and straw inside can be vaguely seen. Debris piled up in the narrow space creates blocks of different shades of color. The skeletons of the two fish are bathed in thin beams of light, as if their souls are ascending to heaven.
His eyes were azure in the dim light, and Uriel noticed that they felt vaguely familiar. Joey also has blue eyes, but they are not as light, not as clear, and not as emotional. His eyes felt cold, not so fresh. Uriel thought he knew a girl with eyes like these, and her hair and clothes were always terribly complicated, but also impressive to him. How could I remember her? The apprentice soon realized that he was distracted. There seemed to be some strange elements in the dream.
"You went to the pub?" Janus asked.
"That's how we got the news about your companion. Don't come to Oregna again after you go home. I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt here."
Janus glared at the fishbone with disgust: "That's right! I'm just trimming the potted plants on the windowsill, that's it, I have to do it every day. But in the end, I have to die on the execution ground. Your magic will not be discovered. Bar?"
"The Emperor of the Empire is equivalent to your Blue Saint. If the magic is seen through, I will die with you on the spot." It's a worthless question, but if Uriel doesn't answer, Janus will probably be in fear all day long. "I can't help you with anything, that's all I can do."
The nature elf gave him a confused look, "You have saved my life and helped me get home."
I accomplished nothing. He did not know that he died in Malandeno a thousand years ago, and the ashes of his corpse were scattered in a foreign land. Uriel knew that Janus could never return to the Blue Forest. His imagination and dream weaving magic could tamper with dreams after many trips back and forth, but they could not change the history of thousands of years ago. It's a dream, nothing more.
"That's it. Can you go find the envoy of Saint Valoran yourself? If I'm not here."
Janus shook his head in fear.
"Try using your magic." Uriel said, "I remember it can make you become another person."
"But I can't last long."
"You can wear a helmet." Uriel suggested. This was his best way to avoid the anchor point every time. Maybe Joey never felt hot under the visor. "If someone forces you to take off your helmet, show him the scars on your face. The scarier the better, but you have to teach him to put your visor back on by himself."
Janus blinked in surprise: "What a great idea. I don't have to maintain the magic for too long and can cover my face openly. I should have thought of it earlier!"
"Your thinking is not broad enough." Uriel met many unknown people in the church. These association members have countless ways to escape. Unfortunately, low-level mystery will inevitably be defeated by the detection magic of the divine magic base. The Mercury Temple of the Ancestors had not yet begun to devote its energy to the subject of capturing the First Source, so Janus was very likely to succeed.
"Heather bless me." the nature elf muttered. "I hope the envoys will really come. Uriel, are you sure they will come?" Before being accused of murdering the emperor, Janus was just a temporary gardener. He dealt with flowers and plants. Quite good at it, but the palace doesn't want foreign servants. There are a small number of demi-humans living in Malandeno, most of whom are illegitimate sons of nobles. Janus is different from them. He claimed that he had been a prisoner and was freed after the Holly Agreement was signed. His experience in prison made him suspicious, but he himself had no prejudice against suspicion. It's good to be careful, he told Uriel, if you say one more word, your life may be in vain.
"News about Knight Commander Silver Song. He didn't lie, I can guarantee that." He could be sure without using a scroll of oaths. After all, no one could be that drunk and still contemplating a lie.
They met at the tavern four hours ago, and Uriel had a taste of the tavern style of the ancestors. Knight Commander Silver Song arrived late and looked like he had just escaped from a hail of bullets and arrows. Before Uriel asked, he took the initiative to complain about how difficult women were to take care of. And no matter how you listen to it, the object of his complaints does not seem to be his new wife.
"Helen?" Speaking of the princess, the future Legend Knox finally calmed down a little. His enthusiasm and conversational nature were simultaneously fading. "She will be a good wife. I don't hate her, but to be honest, I can't love her. She doesn't think I'm qualified to do this. The princess is like this, not as good as her maid."
This was all Veronca's feelings about his wife. In any case, he did have a legitimate son later and passed on the bloodline. "Witch of Destiny" Helen has the noblest blood of her ancestors flowing in her body, and her status is even more extraordinary because of the legend of Veronca's victory over the evil dragon. No wonder she is different from the great astrologer and the envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Croita.
After discussing this topic, they drank all the wine in the tavern. Veronka finally looked at the apprentice differently. "It's just juice with vinegar," he declared. "The worst in my collection is better than any of them, and it's not worth wasting your wages on rubbish. Monks have some weird rules, but you don't just drink wine, Right?"
"I don't know much about wine." Uriel answered truthfully.
Veronca is the complete opposite. He took his apprentice to his private wine cellar, where the wine was enough to supply Marandino for a three-day and three-night celebration. Uriel once checked the warehouse for Mr. Eze, but he found that the bar's storage could only fill a corner here. There are so many types of alcohol that all that floats in the air is gaseous alcohol. "One-tenth." Knight Commander Silver Song told him proudly, "Some treasures need special storage. Try this, half a song, and you will get drunk while I keep half a song."
Thinking back to the spectacular scene in the cellar, Uriel also began to feel a strange smell. It was a waste of time, but he really enjoyed it. Of course, he is also happy to drink coffee with York. The focus is not on the type of drink, but on the state of relaxation. In fact, I can also regain my energy in the dream world, the apprentice thought, entertainment brings relaxation.
It's a pity that the good times are short-lived. "I have to go, Janus, good luck to you." I wish I had good luck in returning to reality. He began to feel a headache. His anchor point in reality is Joey, but no matter what method he uses, his mentor never cooperates. I can make people wear helmets, but I can't make people take them off.
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Mike stood on the wall.
The wheels left wide tracks on the ground, all thanks to the two flags the guards planted behind the carriage. The metal pole is already heavy, and the flag is made of three layers of material sewn together, but this will not last long. Soon the paint will fade, the embellishments will fall off, and even the magic will disappear. He had originally planned to let Bernard leave for at least half a month, preferably half a year. If everything went well, when they came back, the flag of the imperial capital would be replaced with a new one.
If all goes well.
In the early hours of the morning, he met the Blue Saint of Saint Valoran again. She looked very haggard, but probably not from getting up early. Mike knew the situation of the forest race better than she did. The elves who broke the agreement in Holly Canyon were only part of the opponents, and the natural elves did not represent all forest races. These alien races rely on their so-called democracy and hypocritical belief in gods to choose leaders, so the power of the Blue Saint comes from the people of the forest. Once her decision is not supported, it means losing authority.
The Holly Agreement delayed the death of the forest. Mike didn't mind using it to restrict the imperial princes, but the forest race itself was quite dissatisfied and only wanted a quick death. There are idiots like this everywhere. But Mike couldn't deny these people, after all, their existence brought him convenience.
But he had no intention of gaining anything from the forest race. The saint of Saint Valoran is a young man. He thought that she would obey the young elf's will and glory and seek death, but he did not expect that she would choose to compromise. After the emperor's death, it was a heavy blow to the prime minister and the generals and lords who led the war. They were torn between the prophecy and the wealth of the forest. The great prophet, Deimosus, the imperial advisor, could only blame the cabinet for ignoring his warnings.
In Mike's opinion, maybe he should persuade the emperor to attend Helen's wedding. It is impossible for an assassin to succeed in front of the Silver Song Knight Commander. His mother regrets this.
Saint Valorin was not like her. The forest race sent the Blue Saint who signed the agreement, as if they could get rid of the humiliating past of surrendering to the empire. The young elves believed that she had betrayed them and pushed the saint they once supported into the abyss; the older generations were happy to see their political opponents fall in exchange for leaders who favored them. So it was very rare that the cabinet and the forest race reached a consensus, and they both felt that they had gained a lot.
This woman is no longer the darling of the forest, Mike thought, her Heather has not come to save her. He no longer wanted to care about her whereabouts.
