Parsur drew his bow and aimed the arrow at the black shadow on the shore. "If you go any further, I'm afraid I'm not sure." She warned, but her words were not confident. She saw with her own eyes that the other party rushed into Mortus's manor with a storm and fought to a draw with Joey.
"So you often fail to hit the target?"
"Wrong. My faith requires me not to take anyone's life, but I always fail. Keeping distance is good for you. Who are you?"
"We met Stefana Sainsbury in 'Twilight Veil'. Although that time was not pleasant. But I think you can see, Lady Saint, I am here to help this time."
"I accept your kindness, as long as you don't pay the bill in favor." She glared at the Chuyuan woman in front of her unhappily. Compared to the bulky fur, Stefana's close-fitting dress looked light and dry. The cold wind and snowflakes swirled around her, as if she were a rose covered under glass. "Also, I'd be really grateful if you wouldn't call me that."
"As you wish, Parsur."
This gained her favor a little. "Where's Joey?"
"That Knight of Silversong? Brown Ear is entertaining him and asked me to invite you with him." Stiana told Parsul, "We mean no harm. Please come with me, you know the reason."
I had already warned him not to offend local snakes. Parsul put down his bow and arrow while thinking about it, but accidentally let go of the string. The arrow grazed the shoulder of the Chuyuan woman and plunged into the still smoking pile of rocks with a bang.
Stefana shrank in fear. "Thanks for targeting me."
"It was a mistake." But I'm pretty sure there's no glass around you. "Let's go quickly. Where did you take him in such a short time?"
"Brown-eared summer cottage. Do you miss your lover?"
"Isn't it okay?"
Stefana blinked and suddenly blushed. Shy, she is more like a rose. Parsul has never seen a rose that can discharge electricity in his life. It seems that there is indeed everyone in the original source. The girl turned her head and led her east along the river bank and into the dense forest, not daring to say a word on the way.
"How cool is your summer cabin?" Parsul looked at the thick fur in front of the door. The densely needle-covered roof is hidden among the intertwined branches, giving it a familiar natural elf style. But my kind would never use thick fur as a door curtain. Moreover, this thing has a musty smell, which is similar to her body. At first glance, it seems that it has not been taken off and cleaned for a long time.
"I thought you were more concerned about the source of the furs, my dear saint. You took away my cloak and a pair of boots." Brown Ear said sarcastically.
"At least I left you with a magic arrow and your life, and taught you a lesson: don't open the door to strangers. Oh, and don't call me that."
"That's right. After that a druid tried to approach my forest and I fired an arrow at him."
She paid attention. "What kind of druid?"
"He looks like a northerner, but he knows the rules of Alanwo Forest very well. He came to me directly." The hunter thought for a while, "He seems to have a coat of arms on his body, and the pine tree told me about it." Mentioning this matter made him A little uncomfortable. "I have to confess, Lady Saint, he ran away with the arrow on his shoulder. That's not a good sign. No, I mean, uh, that's probably how he got your magical creation and used it as a clue. … I didn’t think much of it at the time.”
"And I paid the price. Okay. Who told me to have nothing else to pay the bill?" She felt a dull pain in her calf. "Nightingales are keen."
"In fact, I didn't find out about this until Stefana found me... I probably leaked your traces."
Even though she realized that the contact in the snowstorm seemed to do more harm than good, Parsul still felt that Brown Ear and Uriel were the same kind of person. She was right about him, and this alone was enough to make up for all the losses. After all, there is a difference between being a friend of Parsur and a friend of the Blue Saint.
"It doesn't matter. You have no obligation to hide your tracks for us. If you are here to remind me, Brown Ear, I want you to know that I am very grateful."
Parsour looked past him and caught a glimpse of Joey's shoulder leaning against the board. There is also a fireplace here. Under the firelight, the wound on his palm cut by the knife was shocking, and it was still bleeding. What witchcraft requires self-mutilation as a prerequisite? She had never seen it before. "Joy? He's asleep?"
"I used some soothing herbs," Brown Ear said, "but it doesn't seem to be effective yet."
Parsul felt something was wrong. "What is it? Glass grass? Cicada slough? It can't be holy water."
"Alanwo is too cold and we don't have those things. We are used to using medicines like shadow raspberry instead."
"Stimulant." There are indeed many mysterious plants that only grow in cold areas. But she doesn't know if anyone would feel drowsy after taking shadow raspberry. "It will wake you up."
"Perhaps it's because of the magic." Stefana said, "The mystery beyond the ring level. This is my feeling, doesn't anyone else think so?" She seemed to expect to be echoed. "What is that? Is he also the original source?"
"No." Parsul said decisively, "I'm sure he's not. Brown Ear, what the hell are you...what the hell, is it Wuyedong?" Parsul unconsciously raised his voice, "He is severely allergic to it. "
The hunter's hand shook and he knocked down the cup on the table. He quickly poured out the stock of herbs in his pocket, then turned to open a chest. Stefana stared at them dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. This bunch of fools Chu Yuan will only do harm to others. Parsur had had enough.
So she picked up the cup and poured the remaining liquid on the floor. Under the catalysis of magic, shrubs began to grow on the floor. "I just want to help..." The hunter's voice was separated by the lush thorn vines. It seemed that he rarely experienced being locked out of his own home. She would let him know.
But when the leaves completely isolated the inside and outside, she was the one who was shocked. A cold hand squeezed her waist. "They came for that piece of paper?"
Parsul couldn't believe he had been tricked. "Joy? Are you awake?"
"Do I look like a fucking fool?" The knight waved his hand impatiently. "I don't even know what I can eat? I fed the herbs to the firewood in the fireplace. It can't be revealed anyway. I must tell you, that one The paper is not in my hand."
She weighed the cup in her hand and decided to keep this account in mind. "What paper?"
"The mysterious item Styx delivered to your door."
"Bible."
"You seem to know something."
There was silence. Parsul didn't want to lie, but the Bible held many secrets, and the implications of a revelation might be more serious than her and Joy's escape from Mortus. Now that I no longer belong to Saint Valorant, these secrets should be taken to the grave. In fact, Stiana and Brown Ear were not here for the Bible. At least they haven't had time to say this yet.
You know why. She thought of the hints of the Primeval Woman. Heather forgive me.
"There are records in the temple of the Holy Maiden of Blue. Before the gods left Knox, they left tokens for mortals as final guidance. This is not true. Heather's followers simply cannot reproduce the miracle, otherwise The Silver Song Knights cannot invade the Cangzhi Forest. The goddess's tokens are reserved for the newly born gods to guide them to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors."
"Don't the gods include the gods who were born later?" The knight didn't understand.
"I thought you would be curious about how gods were born. Fortunately you didn't ask." Even she didn't know the answer. The age of the gods was long before Ao no's prophecy, and almost all the remaining ruins were swallowed up by the magma. But Joey is obviously not interested in these irrelevant secrets.
"No one has witnessed the birth of the gods with their own eyes. After the gods left, the forest has never had relevant historical data. Maybe the Bible is the only record, but it is difficult for mortals to decipher the secrets of the gods." Parsul continued, "Mysterious It is difficult to indicate the mystery of items. They each have their own merits. Unless they have opposite properties, there is no way to compare them. So we can only judge based on the upper limit of users. Divine relics are particularly special. They are like partial embodiments of order... …I’m not sure what to do with this mysterious manifestation of Order.”
"No. What is written on that piece of paper is Gaia's divine writing. It is tempting everyone who gets it to make an oath."
"It seems that different gods have different means of guidance. My knowledge comes from the St. Valoran Stone Tablet. The entire text inscribed on it is in magic words, and it cannot be connected into a sentence. My ancestors thought it was a poem, written by the goddess. Hymn.”
The knight looked up. "The Bible Styx is looking for should be your stone tablet, not the parchment."
"I'm afraid so." The tragedy of the musician and the imperial princess originated from a poem, and the end of his journey was also the Bible recording the goddess's poems - but unfortunately he found the wrong target. Alanvo's Bible is a guarantee written in Gaia's divine language, not poetry. "His target was probably me. But how would he know?"
"There are prophecies and destiny in this world, Parsul. You can't figure out why your companions turned into enemies in an instant. It's probably because the other party met a damn astrologer. He will compare the future accounts with your present. Calculate."
"You sound quite experienced." She muttered, "Even so, I can't give them anything. No one can decipher the Monument of Saint Valorin. After all, what's the use of the Bible?"
"Chu Yuan may know. The woman who discharged the electricity previously wanted to exchange the secret of the Scroll of Oath for the prisoners."
"She calls herself Steanna Sainsbury."
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