He arrives too late and only sees Joey knocking his enemy against the mailbox. Before the unlucky guy could get up, he received a heavy shield blow on his head. The oak wood wrapped in leather was harder than his skull. He fell headlong into the grass and hit his knees on the wooden pole. The mentor dropped his spear, kicked him deftly in the jaw, rendering him completely incapable of resistance, and then dragged him over the fence. The lush beech trees swayed from side to side, and Uriel saw two other nightingales.
"Did you kill him?" the apprentice asked. His words must have been too abrupt. Joey turned around quickly. The sound of the steel sword being unsheathed was smooth and sweet, and the blade was already aimed at Uriel's throat. He didn't expect the instructor's reaction to be so great. "It's me." He quickly backed away.
"It's you." Joey also saw clearly. But what made him nervous was that the mentor seemed to be considering whether to send the sword forward. Do I really bore him so much? Uriel couldn't help but reflect. "There is no trial here."
It means the person is still alive. Uriel lowered his head and got out of the attack range of the knight's sword. Of the three "Primary Sources" who peeked into the manor, the last one was the least injured and is still unconscious. The other two were equally miserable. There was a swelling on the back of their heads. One of them had a mouth full of blood. He must have been punched during resistance. But their chests were still heaving.
"They have nothing to complain about," Uriel explained. These people were watching outside the manor, probably not with good intentions, let alone a misunderstanding. Even if I saw three dead people, I wouldn't say anything at all. "Just confirming the situation."
"No, you have another job." The instructor pointed at the two unconscious guys, "You should be lucky that you don't have to move corpses."
"Why is it that every time we meet, you are either killing someone or beating them up?"
Joey glared at him. "Except for the first time?"
"I didn't bring this up first."
"You'd better not mention anything." The face under the instructor's helmet must be full of anger. He was unhappy, Uriel realized, and not just because of the unpleasant subject. Uriel had quarreled with Joey over a thief when they were still on the streets of Marandeno, and he knew that he was hindering the enforcement of the laws of his ancestors, which were different from what he knew. But despite this, Joey did not insist on executing the child. It was because of this journey that the mentor was unwilling to come back to Mortus, especially as a Templar wizard and the guardian of the Blue Saint.
After careful consideration, Uriel spoke. "They are Ms. Duylin's enemies, why not let her deal with them?"
"Leave it to her and you'll have to move the body."
"So you're trying to save their lives?"
"If I say yes, will you shut up?"
"That's a lie. All of them." Uriel said without thinking. The Scroll of Oath can prove that Joey doesn't care whether these people live or die. It's easy. It's a pity that it is not easy to get the tutor to speak.
"Duilin will deal with them, but that's just the beginning. I know you went to the basement." Sure enough, he found it in the basement, and Bernard could immediately notice the apprentice. "You should also know that there are more than three idiots in this damn place. There are more than a dozen accomplices. The only place where they can find their enemies is here, and I am in charge of this damn place."
Uriel digested this sentence for a while. "You and Mr. Bogart are responsible for guarding the manor. Once Chuyuan takes the initiative to attack, you will have to stop it, and you will even have to obey Bernard's order. Is this true?" By then, there will be more than one person who needs to be captured alive. These three people, the Silver Song Knight, also have to take greater risks.
Joey didn't answer. "That wizard is not your counterpart."
"I heard what my colleagues are doing, struggling with a dog?" Uriel couldn't understand. "And Bernard was not a monk to begin with."
"He believed in the occult."
Wasn't it the same for you? "According to the church, the mystery is also a miracle."
"You have a different story?"
"There are indeed some."
"Very well, tell that forest bitch about them, she won't like to hear them even more."
"I can see that. Lord Sterling's preaching methods need to be improved. I don't think he has said anything similar to you, such as repenting for sins that he is completely unaware of?"
His eyes became darker. The future "Second Truth" explained their intersection, but the mentor did not see it as a friendly beginning. The apprentice was curious about why they disliked each other and decided to find out.
"I mean, maybe we are not the same person." Uriel admitted. "But it's not like we hate each other. Has he offended you, Joey?" Of course, it's more likely that the mentor offended the other person first. As long as you open your mouth, you will understand Joey's talent that is more outstanding than the occult.
"The problem doesn't lie with me." He didn't even notice it himself. "Normal people would keep their distance from Sterling. Their family is crazy."
When passing by the bottom of the tower, a window suddenly opened and dirty water with soil and roots poured down. Joey jumped forward in time to avoid the splash, but the nightingale he was dragging was caught in the shower. Uriel looked up in shock.
On the balcony, the Blue Saint put down the vase. "I didn't notice anyone down there." She bore the gazes of the two of them calmly, "It's time to change the water for the flowers dedicated to your three gods." She poured the empty vessels beside the stone platform and then put the silver in them. Lily thrust back. "You're welcome, it's a piece of cake." The window suddenly closed again.
Water stains froze around Joey's feet. Uriel watched silently as hoarfrost climbed up the stone walls and finally froze the glass. Putting aside Bernard, the rift between them is probably irresolvable.
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Moniantoros' progress has been particularly slow compared to his time at Eastman. Sita clinked glasses with the mercenary and then returned to her companions' table. "Nowhere to be found," said York. "I dare say he must be hiding."
"Tedonaradu is an old nightingale." Dalton also agreed. "He will not attack the stone with an egg. He will only go to the headquarters to bring reinforcements back. Then we may be the ones hiding around. I heard that the demon hunter is in the honey collar." If a small association is lost, they might be the ones here."
Uriel didn't know whether to pray for the nameless ones. Maybe it’s my own fault. It’s impossible for a demon hunter to deal with Alini, but he can probably cause us a lot of trouble. Tedonaradu escaped from Olsson Manor, taking with him Uriel and York's information. If he still had some intelligence, he would no longer rely on Nightingale, who had just changed professions, but on a high-level monk.
Bishop Debit told him that in the Gaia Church, only the archbishop's magical skills were of a high level. They had high power and positions and would not be manipulated by Tedonaradu. But Uriel was not reassured. "Demon hunters are not in the hands of Tedonaradu," he said. "They are more likely to be ascetics."
"The ascetics are a sect of wizards." York reminded, "You still plan to cooperate with them."
"That's what happens after everything is over. For now, wizards are not our allies. They don't care about the situation of the Church of Gaia, they only regard it as a subordinate organization to make money and recruit people, just like the affairs department of the tower. General The magicians will continue their sinful industrial chain as long as it is profitable."
"Bishop Debit won't like that," Dalton remarked.
"This is a fact. You have met Lindep Nabag. As a representative of the wizards, could he have left a good impression on you?"
The night elf shook the cup. "No. His preoccupation makes everyone uncomfortable. I dare say that if my price was higher, DeWitt would be dead by now. It's a pity that I didn't have their holy book at the time."
So, if he borrowed his mentor's confession, he might be able to make the wizard directly turn around and deal with the Church Nightingale... Uriel thought divergently. Joey may promise me, but after the transaction, he will most likely snatch the gospel back. No. Bai Zhishi is not a free ancestor. He has changed a lot compared to a thousand years ago.
"Neither did we," York said cheerfully.
"So we had to start from other aspects."
"I'm still looking in the church. How many people are willing to cooperate with you? It's better to choose an adventurer."
"I'd better go inquire about the Holy Scriptures." Dalton put down his wine glass.
The orange-faced man knocked on the edge of the table angrily, "Aren't you an adventurer yourself?"
"You have to admit, York, there are fewer adventurers who are willing to cooperate than the church. Clergy have faith requirements, but mercenaries have no standards."
"It is your loyalty to your faith that has brought you to this point." York said, "As long as you pay, the mercenaries don't care who is right or wrong. Of course we can use their power, which is better than the wizard."
Dalton turned his head and looked at Uriel. The apprentice saw his hesitation. York's words make sense. I didn't expect to find adventurers like them, nor did I have any hope in the church. Meeting an Iaconi was enough. The old bishop was on tenterhooks every day, as if he was being dragged into the devil's chariot. Uriel didn't know what he had not said clearly. "Mercenaries." He couldn't help but repeat, "I think we recognize a mercenary group."
"More professional than York," Dalton said.
"That's impossible to say!"
"Mr. Aldin is a friend of Master Roma. If he goes against the church, they will be in danger." Uriel suggested.
"That's exactly what you're thinking." The orange-faced man muttered.
Dalton didn't lower his voice as he did. "There is no profession more dangerous than war mercenaries, Uriel. I guess they can take care of themselves...except for the Saudis, of course."
"And to be honest, you're not asking them to do anything, it's just a proposal. Make it clear and let them decide. It's just a deal. Sitting on both sides of the table, we have to ignore the other person's situation. You support Try to get more discounts.”
"Bargaining? I might be good at it." Uriel replied. The Paperclip Mercenaries are war mercenaries who live by artillery fire and swords, so there is really nothing to worry about. As helpers, mercenaries are definitely more effective than monks. Bishop Debit represented the clergy, and the Knights of the Cross were baptized by them, both of which could do him no good now. "Okay, I'll try to get in touch"
Speaking of this, Sauron also jumped out, do you have money?
