Dangerous topic. Has the Holy Church investigated my identity? "I believe in the three gods wholeheartedly." Uriel said defensively, "I have no dissatisfaction."
Bernard opened his palms to show that he meant no harm. "No, Uriel, you are too sensitive. I mean, have you ever considered the difference between the priesthood and other mysterious professions?"
"Of course, my lord. I understand that a monk's power comes from his faith and is not as affected by mystery as other professions."
"You gave your loyalty and faith to Gaia, did He respond to you?"
Never respond. "Unfortunately, I am not strong enough and have not yet had the honor to be favored by the gods." Uriel could not figure out the meaning of the conversation. "With all due respect, sir, is your experiment related to this?"
"Priesthood? No, it's just an example. My subject is far more profound than the differences in mystical systems. It involves fire and magic...well, there is always no way around professions. Missionary Uriel, can you imagine the mystery? Haven’t the creatures discovered what they looked like before their profession?”
"I can imagine a world without mystery."
"Beyond common sense, but they still work according to their own laws." The wizard continued, as if the apprentice's answer was completely unimportant. "There are no various kinds of magic and divine arts, no explanation of driving magic, no history of knowledge and inheritance. The difference between mysterious creatures and mortals is only to feel the magic, not to control the mystery itself."
"That makes sense. At least we can avoid the mysterious place."
"Personal magic does not contain external forces." Bernard added, "Only the First Source can detect long-distance magic and even mystery. This is a confirmed research result. Zoman saw nothing yesterday. However. "He turned around. "With the help of some mysterious items, we can do the same thing."
"This is it?" Uriel looked at the long stick in his hand. This thing is attached to a polished lens. "We need to hold it up to our eyes?"
"No, the stick is useless! It's the bracket...the lens on top that really does the work, and you'd better not touch it with your hands, as it'll damage the precision."
"Then how to use it?"
"Put it into the lens tube." The wizard said and practiced, "Just like this."
"What is this thing used for? You already have that sandbox." The base plate for detecting magic is still flashing with flames. It was the light of the fire, the soul that revealed Mortus's origin.
"This is called invention. Otherwise you have to send two people to act, one is here to keep an eye on them, and the other is responsible for chasing. In case the target goes out to buy a cigarette, the other person gets lost in the city. Small, portable, specialized detection glass It greatly saves the search cost, of course, in another sense, the cost of this thing is extremely high, and it is impossible to be as popular as starving prostitutes to death."
"Starve whores to death?"
"The most popular invention of the temple. You must have been buried in the ground for several years." The wizard said, "A belt made of fine linen, used to maintain chastity. This is the effect of the runes on the belt. . It was all the rage in Marandeno and was well received by the monks, until some nobles took it to bed and discovered that it seemed to have a contraceptive effect. So there was another insurance measure on the bed."
"It's so pointless!"
"You can't say that. Later, the astrologers in the tower predicted that the empire's population would decline, and His Majesty issued a law to ban the circulation of such belts, but the ban continued."
Reaction? Huh? "It seems that inventions that are too simple are not good either."
"I don't agree that convenience is an important factor in determining the value of a mysterious item. Take it for a walk on the street, Uriel, and catch the bastard you find. You will realize how easy it is not to carry a sandbox." He He handed the brass monocular telescope with new lenses to the apprentice.
Uriel did not do so. "It seems that my role is equivalent to that stick."
"Someone has to do these things."
The wizard put down his mysterious invention and returned to the complicated and confusing experimental bench. Various containers were piled in the corner of the long table, and long-necked glass tubes were twisted and tangled in the air, fixed by metal shelves. A vessel shaped like a candlestick accepts the bottom of a closed funnel, and silver mist that is heavier than the air is steaming and rolling in its belly. The wizard flicked the funnel, and a piece of black sand as fine as flour fell down, and the mist immediately began to crystallize at a speed visible to the naked eye. Somehow they made him uneasy.
But Uriel's attention was not entirely focused on this strange scene. He looked around the room, actually looking at Bernard's "material". "Are these three nightingales?" Or three headless corpses. They sat neatly against the wall, with their hands and fingers folded, as if they were listening to a sacred sermon. Ignoring the weight of death, they look rather comical. Uriel heard from Dalton that he used magic to extract blood essence from vampire bodies and sold it to the Oath Keepers Alliance as shipping tickets. Drow have their own racial habits, but Bernard Sterling is undoubtedly human. "These people deserve to be buried."
"These people deserve to be hung on trees to dry. Hanging is the right law, Uriel. It is said that the founding king of Aurenia made the law with the gods, and our great ancestors were merciful, even granting only a brief moment to sinners. The pain. You must understand that I refused Ms. Du Yilin’s request for interrogation at all costs."
"To uphold the law?" The style of the Silver Song Knights. It is obvious that Bernard Sterling has a close relationship with Veronca to be protected by the Silver Song Knight.
"In order not to destroy the material."
His confession meant something, but whether it was sincerity or indifference, Uriel didn't know. Bernard Sterling was a noble of the Ancestor Empire, and he did not need to care about the lives of civilians or even criminals, but from a mysterious point of view, he was a wizard of the Mercury Temple and a disciple of Gaia. Could it be that the Gaia of the Ancestors was also different from that of later generations? "I'm... surprised, my lord."
"The Holy Church made the right choice by sending you to leave the headquarters to preach in other places. But escaping cannot change the real world. I am not an exception in the Holy Church. Uriel, when you return to Malandeno, you will probably be endlessly surprised. Endless."
His words made him relax. Uriel remembered that this place was just a dream. I don't really live in the time of the First People. "I don't pray for them, sir, and I won't treat them as your experimental materials." But Uriel still felt unhappy when he saw those corpses. "It's better to find the Knights of Silver Song to do it for you, Lord Sterling. They will obey anyway."
"Like Joey?"
There was a long silence. The mentor's name seemed to be a taboo. The moment he blurted it out, Uriel clearly saw the mist solidify. Cracks appeared on the crystal, and the candle flame went out quietly. He was keenly aware of the changes in his dreams.
"Yes, it's what you think." The wizard said contemptuously, "We all know why you are here. You also made me curious, Uriel, what did he do to you? Why are you so persistent? He is completely opposite to you. According to your logic, this kind of person would not regret death, and no education can change him. Facts have also proved that the temple restrained his behavior, but never changed his will. The Silver Song Knight's skin cannot Covering up his crimes is just a convenience for him to commit more crimes. Oh, do you think this is a new invention?"
"You don't know him."
"Maybe. Maybe he has good intentions, maybe he longs for redemption, maybe he can still repent. However, Uriel, the gods never make decisions based on their hearts, they only see what you do." Bernardes At some point, Trin stood in front of the apprentice, his back blocking the only skylight. "So, when a person knowingly commits a crime under the constraints of law and responsibility, do you think he is still worth saving? Having said that, have you ever forgiven such a person? Or have you punished him?"
Uriel found it difficult to answer. Before the walls of Mortus, he had watched with pleasure the marauding free men being executed by the Knights of Silversong, but when they revealed their faces under the helmets, things suddenly changed. This is a dream world, not reality, but what if it was reality? The apprentice could not answer. He didn't understand his mentor Bai Zhizhi, but he accepted the guidance unilaterally. He was determined to change because of the corruption of the Gaia Church, but his childhood in the church was over. Change was for monks and children like Aiken, not for himself.
Some people use their own example. Iaconi would rather use the lives of innocent people to cover up the ugly crimes of the church. The Knight of the White Night devotes his family and life to his inner honor and mission. Neither approach ended well. It was meant to be, after all they hurt others. But is there any way in the world without hurting others? Whose pain is not pain?
The choice seems to be a matter of thought. Uriel knew that he would not sit back and watch his mentor be killed, even if he was at fault in the first place. This is despicable behavior, but he understands himself as well as Iaconi, and hates himself as much as he hates the other party. Out of guilt, he searched for the truth and answers in his dreams, but in reality he went even harder. Sooner or later, Tedonaradu and the sins he tried to cover up will be wiped out in flames, and faith will be reborn. The gods value action. Selfishness can never be avoided. Uriel can only believe that there is no inevitable connection between purpose and result.
It would be nice if he could really feel it, but the problem is that he can't touch other people's hearts. The Blue Saint is willing to bear the price of defeat for the forest race. To a certain extent, the apprentice envies her.
"I cannot judge for the gods." He finally said.
"You can represent yourself." The wizard's voice was harsher and his figure was taller. "Don't run away!"
"No." Uriel noticed that the parchment was getting hot. Suddenly, the answer came to mind. "We cannot represent ourselves, much less others. We did not create ourselves. We cannot transcend ourselves. We are the property of the gods."
