"This is bone soup." She threw the bowl to the ground. "There are bones in it." The accusation turned into a scream, bouncing back and forth against the walls.
Silver Song Knight's expression remained unchanged. "I will inform the captain, sir. Please forgive me, this may be the cook's mistake." He turned and walked away, stepping over the mess on the ground.
After he left, the Cang Saint quickly became quiet, as if it was another person who was angry earlier. Could it be that all women are good at acting? Uriel wondered.
"What's the matter?" He sighed.
"No. I have nothing to do, so I decided to chat with you." The Elf Saint shrugged, "Who else could I talk to? We all have something to say to each other, so it's easier to talk. Let's talk about that woman."
"woman"
"There are only two women among us, Uriel."
"Among us," the apprentice muttered, "there's obviously only one of us." She didn't know that this tourist team, which had its own thoughts, was still considered a whole in her heart. "Ms. Du Yilin is working well and in good health. There is nothing to worry about."
"You know, I wouldn't worry about her."
The Blue Saint hates the Silver Song Knight and the Wizard, and of course she will not let go of the Astrologer. Although Du Yilin is a tower messenger and not an astrologer, most elf saints will not distinguish carefully. The mysterious organization of the Aurenia Empire, the emperor's weapon, they made the forest bleed and made nature surrender. Even if he was abandoned by his own people, Parsur's hatred for the empire did not waver at all.
"I hope she will be riddled with all kinds of diseases and her life will be short-lived. It is best that she will be unable to get out of bed because of menstrual cramps."
Uriel almost rolled his eyes.
"If none of this happens, then you can say something else." The Blue Saint kicked a piece of debris away and it was stuck in the door panel. "What happened to those Chuyuan you captured?"
Eighty percent dead. The last time Uriel came here was "yesterday" in his dream. As soon as he came back, he saw fresh human heads on the wooden pole in the backyard, and their faces were all torn apart. "Lord Sterling probably has them imprisoned, in the dungeon."
"Really?" She glanced out the window, "Your dungeon is so unique." This room can actually see the back door and the lawn outside the garden. "Although life is to me as glory is to you, I also respect the differences. That is just a way to get rid of Rego, although I can indeed get pleasure from it. It is better than the pleasure of you humans, isn't it? I am in Qingjin Castle I’ve seen the gladiatorial arena.”
"That's where we vent our barbarism and violence." Uriel said softly, "When people are unwilling to rely on faith and will to fight against beastiality, they will turn to seek release." Similar places still exist in Knox a thousand years later , thankfully, neither Eastman nor Blumnot. "Those are the products of evil. The bottomless pursuit of pleasure is actually depravity."
"I guess you won't go. But that's not necessarily the case for others. How do the Silver Song Knights view these evil products? They haven't eradicated them."
"Entertainment venue." Not an Aureña specialty. "Is there no Blue Forest?" Uriel asked unhappily. Hum, I know you know how to betray and repay kindness with hatred.
"That's nature. Forests also have desires. Survival is more important than life. Survival means competition." She disagreed. "This is also a way to respect life. But Saint Valoran is different from you. We don't need to worry about the living environment in the empire. Before the war begins. You are multiplying too fast. The emperor should start limiting the population, otherwise the war will not stop."
of course not. Ten people can also be divided into three, six or nine, and it has nothing to do with population. I'm afraid the emperor still thinks he has too few people. “People need leaders.”
"Does this mean humans need nobles, or does the emperor only lead them?"
"Maybe you don't understand it. Just like I don't understand your democracy."
"You really don't understand"
Uriel turned his head strangely. He really didn't understand "No. Will you explain it to me, ma'am?"
"I don't want to."
Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door. The apprentice couldn't help but take a deep breath. Finally free from torture. The instructor kicked the door open with a bang, and the debris hit the wall, actually jamming the door. Wallpaper was holed and torn. Parsul blinked, "Why is it you?"
"Who else could it be?" Joey was not wearing a helmet and everyone could see the frost on his face. Uriel quickly turned his head away.
"Of course the chef. What valuable decoration plan can you bring?"
"No need. I suggest you live in the garden and share your home with the bugs. Rego will bring you a few baskets of grass every day."
The Blue Saint didn't understand, "It should have been like this a long time ago. I like living outdoors. But you won't be so kind. What do you mean by this?"
"You cow."
Uriel pressed his forehead. He couldn't tell which of them had a higher level of sarcasm. "Does it have to be like this?" the apprentice muttered. The quarrel in the room began to escalate, and Uriel suspected that they were going to fight soon. I don’t know if Parsul has considered this situation, but it’s obvious that she can’t deal with Joey. Finally, I brought it upon myself. "I'll inform the chef." He pulled the door panel off the wall and slipped away.
Of course he wouldn't inform the chef. There is no doubt that the furnace in that room is burning brightly now, and it is best not to let mortals approach it. Even Uriel himself would rather deal with corpses. Unexpectedly, across the corner, Bogart was dealing with those heads in the backyard. "It's such an unobstructed and vast view." Uriel couldn't help but say. The entire corridor's glass faces the back garden, making it difficult not to see them. He went down the stairs to help.
"Mr. Bogart." The apprentice walked through the marigolds with a shovel, "I found this thing."
"I've been looking for it for a long time," the knight shouted. "Where the hell did I find it?"
Yuli paused, he didn't really take the time to look for it. "There's a gardener's utility room at the end of the first floor. These are newly purchased."
Bogart took the shovel and ruthlessly shoveled away the blooming golden flowers. "You can't believe how much time I've wasted on work I shouldn't have done," he complained. "But yesterday someone woke up and scared the servants half to death."
"What's going on?"
"That woman's magic. The forest race uses weird mysteries. They don't follow the right path, they just do some crooked ways."
Uriel frowned and said, "She shouldn't do that if she doesn't respect the dead."
"Go and tell her that this is your job. It is necessary for the little girl from this barbaric land to understand the laws of civilized people, otherwise mistletoe will grow in the hall."
"Your captain is trying. It would be better for me to go back later."
"I have found the law of survival, Uriel"
"Yes, that's right." Compared with Joey in the dream, the current Bai Zhizhi must have gone through many years of self-cultivation. "I think they don't like each other, not just because of their differences in beliefs. The Saint of Cangzhi Forest is very lonely, so she feels anxious."
The knight scoffed. "All the aristocratic ladies I have seen are lonely, unless they are married and have children. Believe me, it is even more anxious to face a squeaking baby all day long. Maybe this saintly lady should learn embroidery."
"The same goes for Joey."
Bogart couldn't help laughing. "He has learned it a long time ago. This is his embroidery needle." He pulled the wooden pole with the human head out of the mud. Fortunately, the head didn't open its mouth and told him to get lost. "You're going to pray for them or not. Gotta get it down."
"I'll do it." The apprentice said quickly, and Bogart had already raised his leg to kick him. The head was not rotten at all, and the cross section of the neck was burnt dark brown. "The dead will not forgive. What did Master Dui Lin do to them?"
"I have no idea."
"You're not curious either"
"Don't ask about the purpose of the order, Uriel, that's not our concern. She interrogated the criminals and then killed them. That's all."
"Lord Kosterling"
"Only the body is needed, the head is worthless. Let me tell you, the wizards of the temple also look at people separately. They will even put a price on your hands and feet." The knight said without raising his head, and thrust the shovel into the soil. "If you ask me, mystical creatures should not explore the truth. It will make people less human."
"Desecrating the dead will offend the gods." I wonder if it was different in the ancient times. "How can the Templar Wizard wait? You have no objection?"
"His Royal Highness orders us to obey, and the Silver Song Knight will obey." The prince was undoubtedly referring to Veronka. "You'd better not ask Joey, he's been in a bad mood."
Uriel put down his shovel. "I'm not the Silver Song Knight, and I don't care about his mood." But the apprentice had no intention of getting into trouble with his mentor. "Is Ms. Duylin still in her room?"
"Logically speaking, I shouldn't tell you." Bogart replied softly.
"You didn't, sir. I judged it based on the servant's movements." It seemed that the Silver Song Knights didn't like the wizard's treatment either. “But we can save each other time.”
"She left half an hour ago, but Lord Sterling is still in the basement."
"Thank you, Mr. Bogart." He found his target and hurried across the lawn.
The knight shouted after the apprentice, "I knew you would leave me alone to fetch Rhaegal." If he had raised his voice louder, this step could have been omitted. Uriel could only wave his hand.
The mysterious organizations in Aurenia each have their own strengths and styles. The Silver Song Knights are the elite legion of the empire, capable of defeating Saint Valoran independently, and are the empire's most powerful guarantee. The Mercury Temple is responsible for spreading faith and exploring the essence of mystery. As always, the tower is restricted by the mysterious profession. Astrologers mostly use messengers to deliver prophecies. It's hard to compare these mysterious organizations, but the mysterious creatures among them always have their own biases. Uriel knew that he preferred the Knights of Silver Song and the Messenger of the Tower, but had no favorable impression of the wizards in the temple, not just because of the conflict with the Church of Gaia in the real world.
There were no barriers in Bernard Sterling's laboratory. Uriel knocked on the door and asked, and the owner let him in for a visit. The apprentice realizes that there is indeed something new here compared to the last time he arrived.
"Unusual guest." said the future "Second Truth", "Are you satisfied with the priesthood?"
