Parsur seemed to be walking on the clouds, his steps were light, rising and falling. But she actually didn't use her feet to walk at all. Amidst the pull of gravity, her body bumped and undulated, crossing pine trees and valleys. The only thing I can feel is the pain in my calves. Parsul didn't pull out the arrow in time, and she regretted it now... She moved her legs a little.
"Watch it!" the knight scolded. He stopped, moved his shoulders, and almost threw Parsur away. I'm sure he considered doing that. She thought as she strangled his neck tightly.
"No one." The forest was eerily quiet. "He did come to help us, and those people didn't come after him."
"Maybe I should take him with me, because you're not here to help us." The knight mocked, "It's a good idea to take the initiative to seek shelter from the wind in Chuyuan's house."
"I have to find a place! Besides, this is inevitable. Brown Ear is the guardian of the forest. Whether he admits it or not, Heather protects him. My eyes and ears are also his eyes and ears. This place is too strange to me."
"So strange that you fall into a hunter's trap?"
"There's no evidence he betrayed us, Joey. Brown Ear is the only hunter in the area, and we've been wandering his territory for two weeks. He knew we existed."
"But we didn't wait for reinforcements until today. Miss the stove in the manor, woman? You can go back and turn it into potion ingredients in the basement."
"I heard what Uriel said to you. You know very well that he is not the wizard's spy, and Brown Ear is not the nightingale who tipped off the information. They helped us, and we express our gratitude. The killer came from the castle and was influenced by the Witch of Harp Assignment.”
"The Revenge of the Association."
"In fact, I have known about Brown Ear's existence for a long time. His every move was under surveillance until the snowstorm blew again. It was not him. There seems to be something wrong with the castle."
"Now do you believe Chu Yuan's guarantee?" It was obvious that he didn't really disagree with her, he just specifically sang the opposite. The harsh winter brings changes to us all.
"What is this? I still dare to believe the Silver Song Knight who tried to assassinate me."
Joey didn't answer. Parsour didn't know if he heard their conversation. At the fireside, the preacher almost brings up something from the past, but is interrupted by the knight. This intrigued her, but wisely she didn't ask.
"No one knows who you really are except yourself."
"Really? Isn't it because you can only see yourself and not others?" She moved her legs, and the pain seemed to lessen. "This place is stripping away emotion, and I've had enough."
"Then go to the north."
"No." The body speaks before the brain. Parsul exhaled a cloud of white mist, and when Joey turned around two intertwined banyan trees, the mist began to drift backwards. She saw different shades of footprints in the snow and a leeward cave to the right. Distant footsteps, nearby echoes, and the weak response of the forest allowed her to focus on only one of them.
But the knight noticed. "Whatever you want." Facing the wind, his voice became very soft.
She buried her head and trembled. "Joy, the earth is sucking the life out of you."
"Nonsense." Joey put her on the ground, "You're just cold." The cold broke through the magic and the thick fur, and penetrated into the flesh. Parsur could barely feel his limbs. But this was just the beginning. The knight picked up the deerskin and tore the blood-soaked trouser legs into pieces. It turns out it can be even colder.
"The frost moon is eroding my will." Parsur said softly. I had to see someone else, not just Joey...but was that really necessary? Since she intends to gain his trust, she cannot be afraid of getting along with him. She knew that what she feared was forgetting hatred, but in the final analysis, hatred could not make her more like the Blue Saint in the past. I'm already on a new path. "Killing is exciting and can awaken the frozen soul."
"You better not wake up too soon." Joey grabbed her knees and held the arrow shaft in his other hand.
Parsul took a deep breath of cold air and wished his legs were really frozen. Even feeling nothing at this moment is better than severe pain. Her eyes widened and she met the knight's gaze. "Wait, you can't...?"
"Emergency treatment? Of course I will." He exerted force suddenly, and Parsul's vision went dark, and the world seemed to be far away from her. The knight frowned and let go, looking down at the arrow shaft outside his calf. "The tip is stuck."
Parsul's ears were ringing and she couldn't say a word. In the terrible dizziness, only pain is the nightmare that cannot be shaken off. She heard whimpering, the same sound she heard in the manor, in the Blue Forest, and in Holly Canyon. She didn't want to hear it, so she simply bit him on the shoulder.
Joey turned the arrow shaft.
"You can't go back," a voice said. It seemed to Parsur as if it were one of those millions of sobs. The iron arrowhead was pulled out of the calf, causing pain like separation of flesh and bone. She gasped like she was dying and was relieved.
Heather bless her. After adjusting the angle, the iron arrow was no longer hindered. "Take care of it yourself." The knight threw away the arrow and pressed his shoulder, as if to make sure that Parsur did not leave any teeth on it. His hands were covered in blood, and the cold air quickly froze it, forming a thin crust.
Healing others and healing yourself are two different things, and Parsour fully understands the difference. Fortunately, after pulling out the arrow, she was finally able to concentrate. She covered the injured area with magical power, sutured the blood vessel wounds, and repaired the tendons and nerves. Windrunner is not an excellent doctor, but she still has nature's care after all. This little injury healed faster than Joey's burn.
"No bones are broken." The knight turned her over and wrapped a bandage around the wound. The blood peeled off when he touched it, and Parsur could barely feel the chill. His movements are really skillful. After wrapping the bandage, the knight used the scarf wrapped around her cheek as a blanket and tucked both ends under his arms. The rope knot was still tied, so he tried it to make sure it would not touch the injured area when moving on his back. "Can you leave tomorrow?"
"Absolutely." Parsuer pushed him away, "If you spend the night here, the nightingales won't chase you."
"I know, riding a horse can be tiring."
She ignored his mutual sarcasm. "The Harp Witches. They belong to Aurenia."
"Does not belong to the Emperor."
"Then they shouldn't be in the castle either."
"They don't need to come in person." Joey told her. "Whoever you want to kill, just use the pansy to pass the name, and the local assassins will do it for them. The Origin Society only looks at the fire, not the origin, it is in the hands of spies. The best tool ever.”
Parsur understood what he meant. In the forest guardian's cabin, they talked about related topics. Brown Ear did not hide her appreciation for the association, and based on this, she speculated that the other party was also a Chuyuan. The Blue Saint will turn around and leave, but Parsur will not. The old dogma could no longer restrain her. The elf hunters of Parsul and Alanwo exchanged cups and soon opened their hearts - at least the hunters did.
Brown Ear mentioned the civil strife in the castle. Needless to say, this was news least worth keeping, but it was nonetheless precious to Parsur. She realized that Joey's judgment was correct. The Druid Assassin was a Primordial and could control Luna with magic. She was not on guard against her loyal elk companion the whole time. The danger in the castle is not directed at her, because there are far more animals in the forest than in the city. Although there are assassins mixed into the association, there is at least a clear order to buffer it.
Regarding tools, her understanding was all based on Brown Er's description of the associational behavior model. The Origin Organization is not like the Tritheism of Aurenia, nor is it like Saint Valoran who specifically respects a certain god. They are free and loose, and their collective actions are all based on the call of the leader, and they do not even have a fixed gathering place. These mysterious darlings repeatedly break the limitations of class and cause troubles that the legal system cannot solve.
Alanwo tried to incorporate them, but the results were unsatisfactory. These mysterious creatures that ignite spontaneously are full of tricks, and ordinary nobles cannot control them at all. The worst thing is that after the conspiracy was announced with an unprecedented magic, the original autonomous associations emerged one after another, and the Moon Elves' integration plan was completely bankrupt.
But perhaps Alainvo still has hope for them. Saint Valoran expelled the First Source, and Aurenia was able to suppress all associations... Only the cold country of the moon elves was their paradise. Associations grow and develop here, colliding and engulfing each other, testing the edges of order. Could it be that the emperor planned to wait for them to find a leader and sign a second Holly Agreement with him?
In any case, these playful organizations possess considerable power and are considered good weapons by many people. First Origin is stronger than war mercenaries, more reliable than adventurers, cheaper than an army that needs maintenance, and their professional skills often bring surprises. In all of Knox, I am afraid that only Aurenia can rely on the Tritheism and not care about the value of the association. The empire pays attention to law, especially after MacAdam came to the throne. Stable order trumps everything else in Aurenia...
...That's why she came here. The Emperor's death causes turmoil and the Empire needs tools. I'm not the First Order, Parsul thought. This thing has a brain and legs, and Heather to guide it. It's a pity that her legs don't always work well.
"You can't go back," someone whispered.
The wind became louder and louder, sharp and harsh, like a howl. The knight gathered fallen branches and lit a fire. The orange-red flames illuminated the halo, but the cave still looked like an ice cellar. The injury was the cause, Parsour determined. She tried to move in, but as soon as the idea came to her mind, her calves suddenly spasmed. it's too cold. She thought as she rubbed it. They had spent dozens of cold nights in front of the fire, but this time it was particularly difficult. Finally, Joey sealed the entrance with ice to prevent the strong wind from entering.
Enclosed spaces bring unease. "Who was the owner of this place before?"
"Probably a bear."
"The bear was also one of Heather's mounts. The stone tablet records that when he did not want to leave any traces, he rode on horses and deer, and was also carried by bears and wolves."
"He should find another god to carry him." Joey commented, "This is the safest way."
Parsur couldn't help smiling. "Be careful He hears your blasphemous words," she warned, "Heather's incarnation is deep in the cave."
"Is this another fairy tale from the forest?"
"Maybe I can prove it to you."
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She didn't stop. Finally, they rested on the grass of the gods, and the ice and snow had long gone. The fairy tale of the forest, the song of life... Parsur wakes up from the warmth. Someone shook her. Of course there's no one else here. "what?"
Blue eyes looked at her. "I killed Elb Horsham."
With a click, the ice blocking the entrance of the cave was shattered by the strong wind.
Practice makes perfect
