Uriel froze in shock, witnessing a Silversong Knight dying before his eyes without warning. Just seconds ago he was asking about us. Really sudden. Even in a dream, there shouldn't be such crazy development. The knight's white cloak sucked blood and covered his twisted body. His eyes were still open and he seemed completely unable to comprehend his situation.
"Did you do it?" Bernard also forgot about the crystals that needed to be filtered. "Orcus? He's dead?"
Nowadays even blind people can realize it. "No." Uriel said softly, "Suddenly... what was that?" The still warm blood seeped into the floor, but the red color split into two lines as it spread, approaching them at an abnormal speed. The apprentice was startled and jumped far to the side.
The white mist rose again, swallowing up the red line crawling towards Bernard. "Witchcraft," he said darkly.
witchcraft? Let alone Uriel, Sterling himself was not sure. The apprentice found no mysterious traces on Orcus. But there is no doubt that someone murdered the Knight of Silversong, and he himself had been aware of the enemy's existence before. Since Uriel was not a stranger, Orcus did not immediately realize that he had a conflict with Bernard.
Someone has sneaked into the manor. Uriel stepped out of the door cautiously, getting rid of the bloodshot who was pursuing him. The abnormality in the blood prevented him from touching the body. Orcus was the Knight of Silversong, but he died like a mortal. Maybe others are worse. "To be honest, Lord Sterling, isn't this the trouble caused by your experiment?" He didn't want to stay here anymore.
"Honestly?" The wizard snorted, and the white smoke at his feet had covered Orcus's body. "It's not the kind of trouble you guessed. What a hell! I can't live a day in peace."
It's so true. "Do you know the enemy's situation?"
"It's not too much." It became a lie again. But if you just judge based on his expression, you won't be able to tell that he is lying. "The dynamics of blood is a low-level trick, and your magic has miraculous effects on it. Don't be affected by these things, Uriel, if you still have a little bit of compassion as a monk, go and help the living."
Uriel stared at him suspiciously: "You are not going to take Orcus...?"
"I need not promise you anything, monk. It is clear that the Knight of Silversong deserves a dignified burial."
He's right. Uriel had to leave Orcus here and climbed to the surface alone to seek help. As soon as he was out of sight of the wizard, he immediately used his sword to cut off the blood line following him. The divine text burned violently, and sparks spread back along the traces. Is this decent? Uriel tried not to think about Orcus's body as it burned in flames. I really shouldn't have listened to Bernard, who only wanted to observe the difference between the Knights of Proverbs and the Universal Priesthood.
The garden was deserted, Bogart was no longer in his previous position. Uriel was worried that the scout knight would be plotted like his colleagues. The apprentice had little friendship with Orcus, but Bogart was a frank and cordial person, and his behavior was quite like that of the legion commander Veronka, so it was difficult to make people feel bad. Besides, he's Joey's friend. Even in an illusory dream, Uriel still didn't want to see his body.
When he arrived at the restaurant, Uriel met Rego and the chef. The latter was also holding a pot of hot soup in his hand. "This is that damn vegetable soup." The chef complained, "Now I have to pour it on the vegetables. Do you think the Holy Lady will still want it?"
"You can ask yourself." Uriel replied.
He then told Rhaego about the death of Orcus. The knight responsible for guarding the Blue Saint was as surprised as he was and asked to return to the auditorium immediately. "I didn't see a nightingale or a stranger," Rego said. "Ocus was responsible for guarding the entrance to the manor. Maybe he noticed something, but didn't report it to the commander immediately."
"That's because he thought he could deal with it. In most cases, the Silver Song Knight catches the nightingale and the thief without any suspense. This time is different." Uriel warned, "Bernard Sterling thinks It was witchcraft... All I can say is that Orcus died strangely. I don't think it was a mystical effect."
Rego was also confused. "I'll be careful. You won't come with us, Uriel?"
"I want to see Mr. Bogart."
"Why? Are you afraid that he will die inexplicably? No. No need. He will always find the other party earlier than the danger. Don't worry about him. Let's go find the captain."
Uriel was convinced, but others were not. "Must I ask now?" cried the cook in fear. "No one is in the mood for soup."
"That makes sense. Let him get off work."
Rego frowned: "Nightingale has sneaked into the manor, everyone has to stay here and wait for the search."
"Well done, adults. I have four children at home. Brother Uriel, our family prays to the three gods every day. I am not a mysterious creature."
Uriel stopped. This sentence brought a flash of inspiration, but he could not clearly capture it. On the other side, Rego had already stubbornly refused the chef's entreaty and asked him to go upstairs together.
Two maids were pushing and fighting at the top of the stairs, talking about the lace style of their skirts. In the auditorium across the door, the atmosphere was stiffer than the battlefield in the basement. The quarrel between Parsur and Joey was not fierce, but it was no less dangerous than a duel with swords. This seems to be an endless tug-of-war.
"The person you are looking for is here, Lady Saint." Uriel said while knocking on the door.
"It's about time," Parsour replied. But as soon as the footsteps sounded, there was a sudden pause. "What do you want to do?"
"Back off." Joey's command penetrated the wooden board. "Don't approach the door." He noticed something strange.
"Do you think I'm going to run downstairs with my skirt in hand?"
"Like a duck? I thought about it."
By the gods, are they still finished? "Okay, please stay away from me." Uriel kicked the door open. "Don't you all have dry mouth?" No one answered. Beside the seat behind the door, the Blue Saint is holding a candlestick, while the mentor is holding the hilt of the sword opposite. A small sapling, half a man's height, grew between the two of them, with lush green branches and leaves. The elf saint's self-restraint was finally not enough. It seems that the dispute will not end before I die of old age.
"Someone sneaked into the manor, sir, Orcus is dead." Rego reported quickly, "The monk said his death was abnormal."
Joey drew his sword. If not for this action, his anger seemed to suddenly disappear. "Let the guards search the rooms one by one and notify all the mysterious creatures to come to the auditorium. The mortals should gather in the hall. We are waiting for news from Bogart. He should be looking for someone. Is Bernard Sterling still in the basement?"
"Uriel thinks he is."
The mentor's gaze swept across, and Uriel quickly lowered his head. It's not a good time to wake up. "Then don't worry about him." Fortunately, he didn't think I was suspicious, Uriel thought to himself. "Who was the last person to see Orcus?" he asked.
"Bernard and I," the apprentice replied, "Orcus is still at the basement door."
"He shouldn't be there."
"Indeed. I think he must have chased the thief into the manor. On the way, uh, Lord Sterling and I had a little dispute over our understanding of the doctrine. He heard it and mistakenly thought it was the nightingale that made the noise."
Joey didn't ask about their dispute, perhaps because there were too many people in the team who didn't like them but were in the same room. "Tell me what you saw, monk."
Uriel believed that he would decide whether to give him a sword based on his answer. But luckily, I have nothing to hide. "He kept vomiting blood, and without warning. There was no one or anything deadly around him. I was three yards from him, Sterling farther away. I daresay there is not a drop of blood in Mr. Orcus's body right now. You see You’ll understand when you get to the corpse.”
"You can't disperse. Even the Silver Song Knight cannot guarantee safety if he acts alone, except for Bogat. Du Yilin and Zoman...may be dead. Whatever happens to them, it's best not to die."
"But you have to keep me alive, right?" Parsul said coldly. "They would be willing to trade with me. And honestly, I would be, too."
Joey ignored her.
"The identity of the enemy cannot be confirmed at the moment." Rego added, "Lord Sterling believes that the murderer used witchcraft, but Uriel has other opinions."
"It's not a mystery," the apprentice asserted.
"Take this woman with you." The instructor told Rego, "Don't let her out of sight."
People left in a hurry whether they wanted to or not. Uriel looked around. The guards were summoned nearby by the sharp whistle, and they opened every door non-stop. The frightened servants crowded the stairs, cursing loudly, and the cook, who was last with the jar, jumped in panic. Although the scene was chaotic, everyone had something to do except himself.
"Are you going to see Mr. Bogart?"
"No. He will come to me." Joey passed the apprentice and walked towards the blocked stairs alone. Before he reached out and grabbed the cook, Uriel thought he was going to maintain order. "What's in your hand?"
The chef was startled: "Vegetable soup, sir. It was requested by the Holy Lady, and it's still hot! Do you want some?"
"Orcus drank your soup?"
Uriel suddenly realized: "Poison?" This is indeed not a mystery. Lighting a fire doesn't mean you're immune to all poisons.
"No! Sir, absolutely not! I just made it. Yes, I will taste it for you right away." In order to avoid suspicion, the chef hurriedly scooped up a spoonful and was about to put it into his mouth.
Joey grabbed the spoon and poured it into the plant growing in the cracks in the floor. The saplings quickly absorbed every drop of soup. It seems that the cook's complaint has come true. Immediately afterwards, everyone witnessed a terrible sight: the leaves shrank and dried up instantly, and the branches and leaf buds turned into ashes in the wind. A large amount of dark green water seeped out of the floor and spread toward the onlookers.
With a bang, the cook sat down on the ground and the soup pot smashed into pieces. The servants screamed and frantically dodged the splashing juice. As Joey stepped forward, white frost flowed back along the waterline, solidifying the saplings in the ice.
"This is how Orcus died," Uriel whispered.
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