He soon met Du Yilin. The female messenger from the tower was lying on a table, as if resting. Lord Bernard Sterling looked back at him—or rather, at the prisoner in his hands—and nodded. "Much better than before."
"They are not attackers," Joey said. "They are members of the Twilight Veil."
"These people put their hands into Oregna?"
"Jayne Hesser hired them. The other group is the enemy, and their target is the Silver Song Knight."
"To be honest, this has nothing to do with you."
Joey looked at him grimly, then turned to Rego. "This is the antidote." The captain pointed to a beaker placed on the fire. The liquid inside kept rolling, and the bubbles rose to the surface and burst silently. "Lock her up and take care of her." Another water fairy was lying on the floor, and Rego found that she was very different from the previous one. Are there so many water elves in Mortus?
"I really thought there was fairy soup to drink." The Blue Saint said regretfully.
"I disappoint you." Somehow, Joey's words sounded like "I'm very happy."
The wizard took down the beaker and divided the blue liquid into it. "The ones on the floor are newborns. The mother body of the water fairy is here, and the effect after extraction is better. You can go, knight. Oh, Lady Saint, please stay. I happen to need your advice on something. .”
"I don't know anything about extraction."
"No, it's something more professional. Last time you mentioned the stone tablet left by the Forest Goddess, leaving aside the poems engraved on it...what's the function of it itself?"
"My ancestors spent four stormy nights under the stone monument." said the Blue Saint. "There is no doubt that it can block the cold night wind. But now we use vines and caves instead. In addition, a group of monkeys Come and peel off the grains of salt. You want to hear this?"
"I'd like to hear it," Joey said.
"You have other things to do."
The captain didn't speak again. He turned around and motioned for Rego to take the bottle. Rego was no longer interested in their conversation. This was not the first time they had discussed it, and it was far more boring than standing guard. Although he has always been dissatisfied because his job is not commensurate with his status, he cannot blame Joey. To be honest, Bogart and Orcus's mission wasn't much better. Who would have thought that one day I would be grateful for skipping work?
But he also remembered another thing: "Bogart didn't come back? He..."
"...There are other arrangements. The water goblin poisoned the water through the connected wells. I swam all the way back along a nearby well, and he and the missionary stayed there to search for fish that had slipped through the trap. Wait. Let's take Orcus up. "
Rego saw the body of his companion not far from Dui Lin. He was cold and dry, like a dead branch that had fallen in winter. A chill ran up my spine. The Silver Song Knight should die on the battlefield, not like this... Rego thought of the wizard mentioning the legion commander's spy, and his heart beat rapidly. "Yes, sir."
They started moving the bodies. Joey grabbed Orcus's feet, and Rego propped up his head, slowly walking past the experimental table and wooden frame. Orcus is as light as a feather, with its weight coming almost entirely from its armor. Those bugs sucked the moisture out of the muscles and bones, he thought uneasily. During the process, Du Yilin didn't wake up at all, and the Blue Saint beside the table moved towards the corner to make way. Bernard Sterling bowed his head to the dead knight in their hands, but did not come closer. No normal person would go near a dead body, and his actions are understandable. Joey stepped over the blood stain outside the door and closed the door with his heel.
As he climbed the stairs, the glass bottle filled with blue liquid made a constant sound around his waist. There are also corpses here, the corpses of water fairies. Although Orcus's body was nearby, Rhaegal still swallowed the potion. The taste is not disgusting as expected, it seems to be just water. They brought the antidote to Zoman and the living servants, and the dead gathered into the backyard. There were so many bodies to bury that when it came time to finally place Orcus, Rhaego had to lay him by a well.
Joey deftly took off his helmet.
"Don't look there." The captain ordered in the mud puddle, "Come down quickly and help us."
"Maybe he'll want to keep it."
"And then wait for a thief to steal it? No. Your master will not be happy to see a thief walking around wearing the armor of the Silver Song Knight. This thing is equal to the status of the wine cellar in his heart."
Rego turned pale with fear. "My master……"
"I sent you to spy on Sterling. You are a squire of Veronka, and you also served as a guard for Princess Helen, so I asked you to look after the forest bitch."
He knew it from the beginning, Rhaego thought uneasily. Keeping watch over the Forest Lady means he won't have the chance to explore on his own. Even when Sterling invited the Saint from time to time to discuss the customs and stories of Cangzhi Forest, Joey would always take over with him. Who revealed the secret? But he must get through this hurdle first. Rego touched the hilt of the sword at his waist. Joey's back was turned to him and he was still in the pit for the dead. It seemed that it was not difficult to solve the problem.
But even though the advantage was great, he felt that the consequences were not good. The three companions of the Knights, Orcus and Bogart, are far inferior to him in swordsmanship, but the former is good with a spear, and the latter is an experienced old scout. As for the captain Joey, Rego met him for the first time in the temple. The only thing he realized was the other party's outstanding magical attainments. Now that they were so close to the well... "I am under the command of the legion commander, sir. He is also your leader."
"Bernard Sterling is."
"He is a Templar wizard. The Silversong Knight's loyalty belongs to the Emperor."
"The emperor is dead."
"So you don't have to listen to Sterling's command, right?" He said boldly, his heart beating rapidly.
"Are you blind or deaf?" Joey asked. He had removed Orcus's breastplate and armguards, leaving the dead man almost unharmed. Rego suspected that if he answered incorrectly, he might be the next corpse to be stripped of his armor and thrown into the cemetery, and Joey wouldn't care if he was missing arms or legs. "If it's all, then keep it up."
He was warning me, Rhaego knew, that there was no good in knowing too much. But he also realizes that Joey doesn't seem to be going to deal with himself. After all, we are both Silver Song Knights. Compared with His Royal Highness, the Templar Wizard is just a temporary boss to deal with. Now that Orcus died unexpectedly, perhaps the legion commander will use this as an excuse to transfer us back to the imperial capital... At least I hope so. Rego had long had enough of tower messengers and surly hostages. Women should be gentle and considerate and show their passion on the bed. As a result, the ones he met in the envoy team were exceptions.
"I'm not responsible for investigation, so my eyes and ears don't need to be too sharp." Rego compromised, "But how should I respond to the Legion Master?"
"First of all, you can't say it's you who died." The last shin guard was torn off by him. "Do you need any other explanation?"
"No need." Veronca is not Sterling, and he will not punish Rego for this. The news of Orcus's death would alarm him, and that was enough. "I'm very sorry, sir, I can't help." Rego pulled Joey up. His calves were covered with dirt. We found no shovels, and there were still a dozen bodies to bury. "I will notify their families to claim them, sir. As for the priest, Uriel can do the job."
"No one will come. Most of these people are slaves. Are you looking for their former masters?"
Rego almost turned back to look at the body. "Slaves? But there are no marks on them."
"Only the legal slaves in Quartz City have the mark. Many people were originally civilians, but became refugees and beggars due to the war, and finally became slaves for a bowl of porridge. However, it is illegal to sell children under the age of six, and the lord will not give the seal to this person. Kind of slave owner.”
"Anyone wants to buy a baby?"
"In the free people's market, healthy young children are hard currency. Before the Holly Agreement, they need to deal with foreign races." His lips twisted. "Imperial laws have no effect on free people. These unmarked slaves will grow up and may eventually be sold back at a low price."
"They're just a group of bandits." Rego frowned angrily, "These barbarians! We should wipe them out." I would do that if it were me. "Is the lord of Mortus powerless to rule his people?"
"Mortus has no lord now."
"Maybe, sir, maybe we should intervene appropriately in the local order..."
"Duilin will like your suggestion." But Joey was unmoved, "I don't have time to care, and neither does your master. The Silver Song Knight only needs to obey. If you don't want to wear this white armor, just take it off. It is replaced with silk. Many people want to do this but have no way to do it." The cold wind blew through the jagged branches, and a slender gray shadow appeared in his hand, and it collapsed after a few seconds. But Joey tried repeatedly and finally grasped a shovel made of ice, which was full of impurities. "Complaining can't bury these dead people. Will you give the antidote to Bogart, or will you choose to dig a hole with your bare hands?" He pointed to the well mouth.
Rego naturally chose the former. "What about the Holy Lady?" He still remembered his position.
"Just think she broke another can of soup."
The well is deeper than expected, but getting to the bottom is not difficult. Rego saw the narrow steps of frost protruding from the edge to support them, and then realized that the well water below had frozen and turned into steps clinging to the stone wall. The elementalist's control over magic was rarely so good, and he began to be glad that he had not chosen to fight Joey before.
Rego tugged at the string on the pocket.
"Move her away." came Bernard Sterling's voice, the tail end of which was slightly distorted. Then there was a piercing noise, and Rego guessed that it was the Saint of Blue adjusting her sleeves—the flower stalks of the pansy were hidden among the stems and leaves she used to tie the cuffs. "This woman is really in the way."
"I thought you liked her very much." said the Saint of the Forest.
"A tower messenger? No. The astrologers are okay, but the messengers who deliver the message are completely unlearned and unskilled. I would rather face the Silver Song Knight."
"You wouldn't mean that to him, would you?"
"He is not the Silver Song Knight, ma'am, I think you should realize that." Rego guessed that they were talking about Joey. When he was in the imperial capital, he also thought that the Silver Song Knights assigned to the temple were all eliminated and unqualified guys.
"Wait a minute." The forest saint's voice was strange, "You don't want...?"
A loud bang cut off the scream. Joey's voice was like the cold wind blowing through his collar. "Tell her to get out or she'll blow the roof off." He's back in the basement?
