Joey soon disappeared in the night. Uriel looked up at the sky. The dusk was now over. The night was thick and deep. The vibrations coming from the earth were like the roar of thunder. Even the earth turtle was not so loud. The instructor was not good at making lies. He quickly realized that it was Chu Yuan in the basement who was waiting for reinforcements. And Joey let Anais go to ask her to seek help from the association.
But he could see that at this point, the Silver Song Knights might not be trying to catch all Chu Yuan in one fell swoop. Bogart guards Dui Lin, and Rego is responsible for protecting the Blue Saint. The nature of the two is completely different. I have no loyalty. He lowered his head, his gaze resting on the fatal wounds that penetrated Stix's front and back. Is this the explanation?
The leaves rustled, and the natural elf Delo huddled in the dead branches and mud. He didn't know what to do for a while. Uriel cannot let go to find out the truth until she is properly dealt with. Perhaps this is the purpose of the mentor, he uses various things to tie everyone down.
"Have you seen any of your kind in Mortus?" the apprentice asked her.
"Same race? They can't be slaves." Probably because of the master's precedent, Delo no longer tried to look fearless. "There are no nature spirits. This is too far from the forest."
"You should look carefully."
"What's the use of looking for them? No one will come to save me. I escaped from Shimmer Forest voluntarily."
"Sorry. But why?" Did you get it too?
"The forest race does not welcome the First Origin, and everyone has always been like this." She smiled tolerantly, "I originally planned to cross Aurenia and go to Alanwo in the south." However, I became a slave of a free man halfway. "I heard that the association welcomes all comers, but I didn't expect the slave exchange to be the same. In short, I have found a place to stay. Do you want to let me go home?"
"You said you believe in Gaia."
"I can't help it. Many guests prefer pagans. I can also recite hymns to the goddess, which were taught by Styx." She raised her eyebrows, "You are forced by life, Mr. Monk. Isn't it the same for the bastard? He I used to believe in the doctrine of eternal life for free people. After all, most people at that time believed that there would be reincarnation of the soul after death, and that all suffering was an illusion. Now I would rather believe in Gaia, whose kindness can save me, but illusions and reincarnation cannot. .”
"Watch your tongue," Uriel warned.
"Well, will you spare my life for my piety and repentance, monk?"
"That's probably the result."
"You are so kind, young monk." De Luo touched his cheek, "You saved my life from him." Needless to say, "he" refers to Joey. "Otherwise, I would have thought that the temple was full of gangsters who had changed their ways. You must be the Norn sent by Gaia to save me."
"Believe me, madam, I have killed more people for my faith." Uriel replied, "And I have no intention of making decisions for the goddess. Joey will not kill you."
"You want to imitate him?"
The apprentice met her eyes. "No, I just don't want to change. This is his dream, not mine. I already understand."
"I guess I'd better not wonder what you have to say. Farewell, Lord Monk, I promise good things to others, but not to you. I will never see myself in your presence again. For Gaia's sake .”
He watched as Delo limped away.
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Rego looked around uneasily. Their feet were shaking, the dome was crooked, and the flowers beside the icon were scattered on the ground, soaking in the pungent sewage. I shouldn't have brought anyone here. He remembered the benefits of the missionary. If Uriel had not left with Joey, he could have left the Blue Saint in his custody.
The auditorium was filled with dust, the particles forming a smog. Rego didn't dare to go underground, so he had to go upstairs to look for Bogart and Dui Lin. Unlike the captain, the old knight knew nothing about Rego's secrets and could allow him to escape smoothly.
"Why don't we stay in the garden?" said the Blue Saint. "Even grasshoppers know not to hide in mud holes during an earthquake."
good idea. why not? "Master Sterling needs help." Maybe it was him who made the noise. Rego originally thought that Bernard Sterling's experiment was related to the elf saint, but he did not expect that his collaborator was the guard captain of the envoy. Joey asked Rego to guard the Blue Saint, completely limiting his opportunity to inquire about the situation. Cunning idea. Now Rego could only conclude that something was wrong in the basement. He looked out from the auditorium. The long corridor was empty, and the stairs at the end became dilapidated under the continuous load. This day is really endless.
"There are three of you, right?"
"There were four. If only we had been more careful. Please be quiet, my lord."
"I can try."
Rego became more determined to get rid of her. This woman doesn't want to run away. After all, she has nowhere to go. Her only pleasure is to cause trouble for others at critical moments, as if this can show her presence. Sometimes, she was even more annoying than the arrogant female messenger. Many of Rego's colleagues were tolerant of beautiful women, but he himself had no interest in inhuman races, let alone an exiled alien criminal. The forest race is suspected of murdering the emperor, so her head should be chopped off.
He was just thinking about some excuse to get rid of this burden, when he saw a figure at the spiral door. This was an Alanwo elf. Rego had dragged him and another guy to the basement with his own hands. "Go upstairs," Rego said to the target he was guarding, "to find Bogart and Zoman."
"Who is that?" The forest saint also saw it.
"Escaped prisoners."
Rego used the terrain to block him and swung his sword at the guy first. The blade was about to come, and the opponent raised his head in panic, trying to resist with a stick. An act of desperation. I'm afraid he didn't pick up anything else.
Steel split wood, and blood spurted out in the blink of an eye. The other party let out a cry, turned around and ran away. Rego immediately chased him down, crossing an unknown number of steps.
He almost caught up, but the broken steps held him back. After passing a tense fork in the road, the guy disappeared. Rhaegal caught a glimpse of the candlesticks on the wall and realized they had pursued them underground. He slowed down, wary of possible sneak attacks. The magic arouses mystery, clinging silently to the slender blade.
Rego someone said.
He turned around naturally, but didn't see anyone. The stone staircase spiraled up, with scratches all over the walls and the handrails broken into several sections. The line between sunlight and shadow fell between the stone bricks above his head. "who?"
"Who?" a voice came from the front. Rego quickly turned his head, his spine almost making a noise. But still no one. He suspiciously tried to move forward with his sword, but the voice appeared again. "You mean those three nightingales? They are not your companions."
Movement from the basement. Rego breathed a sigh of relief.
"...Only the Necromancer can save it." Bernard Sterling said coldly, "What's so hard to guess? The last talkative prey died in the trap, idiot. You want the answer, I'll let you See it with your own eyes.”
"Go to hell! Dark wizard." A strange voice. But if Rego guessed correctly, this should be one of the two prisoners. He and his companions broke free from their shackles and fought for their lives.
The violent shock almost pushed him down, and Rego grabbed the last handrail on the stone steps. He managed to steady his feet, and couldn't help but flinch. Chuyuan is different from ordinary mysterious creatures. They are uniquely endowed. They can compete with the official members of the Silver Song Knights just after changing jobs... but they are still not good enough. Joey and Duylin can beat them, and so can I. Silversong Knight is not afraid of anyone.
But he stayed where he was, waiting until he regained his center of gravity. I don't know how long it took, but the earthquake stopped. Instead there was a loud sound of shattering glass, and Rego could imagine the basement skylight collapsing under the heavy blow, scattering shards all over the table. Better break those containers too. Rego had no ill feelings towards wizards, but he felt nauseous every time he thought about the blue liquid flowing out of the water elf's body from the thin round pipes.
"Another one? A futile struggle." Sterling commented disdainfully, "You like my chopping board so much?"
"Not one." This time it was a female voice, "Anais notified everyone. It seems that the lessons of the castle have not made you remember it."
"Oregna is not Alanvo," Sterling pointed out. "Trespassing on people's houses is punishable here. So are murders and attacks on nobles."
If Rego didn't know that he had ordered Joey and Du Yilin to capture Chu Yuan for him, this would sound fine.
"Your punishment is to desecrate a corpse?"
"A corpse is a corpse, not a dead nun. Blasphemy? Your Common Tongue is as bad as that bastard's..." There was a pause. "What the hell do I care about barbarian nonsense? Never mind, it's no use from the neck up anyway."
"I simply can't imagine it." The woman's tone was filled with incomprehensible confusion. "You want to study our talents? Or our body structure? How could anyone be interested in corpses... Gods for heaven's sake! Don't tell me, You are a necromancer."
"Of course I will tell you. Necromancers are the lowest and most primitive profession I have ever seen. Their use of corpses is similar to that of vultures." The wizard replied indifferently, "I just need to observe the object. Nightingale who broke in privately You'll be hanged, that would be such a waste."
Observation object. Rhaego held his breath, trying to capture every word that came out of his mouth.
The other party doesn't believe it. "Really? If these people come to you to do business, will you let them go off work intact? I know noble gentlemen like you, you will never lose money."
"Not all rubbish has value for observation, woman. Most of the original sources are disposable. Your fire is very unstable. Although mystery comes from innateness, it is often a waste of talent. Let me ask you, have you systematically studied mysticism? What?"
"The knowledge of the original source is a gift from the gods. We are not like you." But the wizard's attitude surprised her, "You want to hire us?"
"Employment or coercion is up to you. In Aurenia, I have the power to do so." Bernard Sterling said arrogantly, "But why bother? The results of this experiment are beyond imagination. Status and Wealth is like the dregs of filter paper... Once successful, it will be Knox's greatest career."
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