The fire went out too quickly, whether it was due to the presence of the knight. Parsur used magic to create firewood and put it in the fireplace to burn. Choking smoke came out of the stove. She lowered her head to explore, then turned around to announce the bad news to everyone: "The chimney is blocked."
No one paid any attention to her. Of the four here only Parsur craves heat. The primal person who controlled the storm, Stepana, was wearing a summer dress and her hunter brown ears were tightly wrapped, clearly used to the severe cold. At this moment, he was praying to the moon with his eyes closed in a strange posture. Her Silver Song Knight Joey was leaning on the far right corner, breathing evenly and frowning in his sleep. Generally speaking, he would not let down his guard so quickly. She thought this might be related to the previous witchcraft.
The snowstorm is almost over. Parsur climbed to the window and melted the frost with his breath. The Black Moon River flows under the night, as quiet as mercury. When the moon rises, no matter how strong the wind is, it cannot stir up the waves of the Black Moon River. This is a mysterious river, with the same religious overtones as the Silver Stream of Cangzhi Forest. Werewolves and a handful of witches dropped sacrifices on full-moon nights, hoping that the water would carry them into the sky. Didn’t it say that the source of the Black Moon River is in Kamaria? The beliefs of the moon elves cannot be justified.
"Steanna?"
This time the girl heard. "Oh, the fire is out? It doesn't matter, I'll help you fix it."
"It's the chimney's problem. It's blocked inside." They managed to clear the pipe with great difficulty. Parsuer patted the cigarette ashes on his body, and Stefana grabbed her wrist. There was a flash of lightning, and Parsuer felt something pass from head to toe. His head floated slightly, and all the cigarette ashes were sucked to the floor. . With her here, I don't even have to take a shower. "That's very helpful, Stefana."
"You can call me Storm or Anna. All my friends call me that." She said affectionately, "Can I call you Palu?"
No one had ever called her that. The components of Elvish and Imperial Common Tongue are very different, but they actually mean the same thing. "My pleasure, Anna." Of course Parsur would be happy to have an innocent human friend. Regardless of whether she is Chu Yuan or not, I don’t like the forest race anyway.
"I can't believe that I can actually become a partner with the Blue Saint." She sat down next to Parsur, "I thought the empire would never live in peace with the forest race."
The peace of surrender is also peace. "That was me in the past. Heather gave me a new life, and I was done with Saint Valoran. If it had anything to do with it, it could only be that they were tirelessly trying to kill me."
"It doesn't matter, you have us and your knight. Have you told him your decision?"
"Let's wait until he wakes up." Parsul didn't intend to confess to Joey. The Aurenians have no prejudice against the First Source, but "Twilight Veil" is different. Moreover, her joining them will not affect the rest of the trip. Stefana has promised to accompany her to the south. If Brown Ear thinks carefully, they can be on the road now. "There are still enemies waiting for us after we cross the river."
"I can find someone to help..."
"Are they the same as you?"
Stefana started biting her fingers again. "Gao Huan is very busy. As for the others, they can't seem to do anything. It seems that I am the only one. Can you let your knight teach me witchcraft, Palu? Then I will be more powerful. What's wrong with him in the manor? No need?"
Before she could answer, Joey spoke. "You are not a demi-human." I don't know when he woke up. Maybe he didn't sleep at all.
"So it's of little use if you learn it." Parsul completed the words. "The effects of blood spells originate from different mysterious bloodlines, Anna. When humans use it, the price they pay is far greater than the convenience they get."
Stefana was surprised: "He's not a human?"
"You are the only one here." Parsul spread his hands indifferently, "Brown Ear is an Alanwo elf, I am a forest race, and Joey is a demi-human."
"I never thought..." The girl stopped talking in time.
"Never thought there would be demihumans in Knights of Silver Song?"
She put a finger to her lips. "But I see it now. If I were the emperor, it would be okay to make exceptions for reliable guards."
The knight showed no reaction. Parsul glanced at him, knowing that it was impossible for him to repair his relationship with Stefana. It's not that the hatred is difficult to resolve, it's just that the knight has no interest in doing so. Unless Steanna is as persistent as Uriel, progress will be possible. But Chuyuan girls don’t need to please him. Not everyone is as desperate as I was.
At this time, Brown's prayer came to fruition. The hunter fiddled with the herb basket gloomily, "I'm afraid you will be in big trouble. The Broken Moon is not hidden in the clouds. He is far away from all clouds, which means I will go with you."
"That's good news for me," Parsour said. "But what does this have to do with clouds?"
"Alanwo people believe in the Broken Moon." It was Joey who answered her, "Have you forgotten?"
When she met Brown Ear, Persul had always only regarded him as the guardian of the forest, and she thought he would really believe Heather. "Now that I think about it. I like the way you interpret omens, Brown Ear."
"But there is no way to convince you to convert. I absolutely know this. No wonder Uriel lost his job." Alanwo's elf hunter sniffed, and a little smoke was still lingering in the room. "How do we go? Wait for the werewolf to cross the river?"
"It's better to wait for the werewolves to build the new ship." Stefana muttered.
"So, you damaged the boat?" Joey's eyes fell on Stefana.
"It floated away."
"When the werewolves come to the river, they will be more enthusiastic than the nightingales who died outside." Brown Ear sighed, "I can talk to a few of them. I have to admit, this is not the worst gift when leaving. Guess I should tell them about the upcoming war."
"This is just speculation."
"Alanwo must learn a lesson from Saint Valoran. Fortunately, I am only the guardian of the forest, not a noble retainer, so I don't have to worry about the lord." The hunter stood up resolutely, "Let's go now?"
"Looking for a werewolf?"
"I know the way-"
"Save it. Why do you have to find them? Werewolves can build ships, and so can we. It's just a river." Parsul didn't want to waste time, "Don't say you can't do it."
The two Chuyuan looked at each other and said nothing. Only Joey said bluntly: "The problem is that you, the blue saint, have to cut down the forest yourself."
"Bah! I have cut down more trees than you have ever seen. Nature has its own laws, and we mortals don't need to worry about it. Who do you think I am?"
"Stubborn woman," Joey said. He wouldn't know how little she cared about his comments.
But in the end she didn't get involved. Parsul was originally the Saint of Blue, and she was busy with much more important things than shipbuilding every day. They set sail before the full moon, and Brown Ear left a message for the werewolf at the cabin.
"It's almost useless." Stiana said sadly. "Werewolves are not the elves of Alanvor. They can't escape to the south."
"Why is this? Werewolves are also followers of Broken Moon."
"The common belief does not mean that they will help each other. Only Chuyuan is willing to open the city gate to the werewolves. When the war breaks out, Alan Wo will take over the castle and drive all the aliens out of the city to die without distinction."
Saint Valoran is not just the natural elves, the forest races are the remnants of Heather who have advanced and retreated together. Parsul found it hard to imagine that moon elves were so repulsive to werewolves. Maybe they were more like the Aurenians than us. But no matter what, the werewolves should be left to Broken Moon to worry about, and I only follow Heather's guidance. Isn't Kamaria, the water fairy, looking for the relics of the gods?
The topic of werewolves ended with Joey's taunting: "In my opinion, there is no way to believe in any god other than the God of Death."
The sailboat sails upstream, and ordinary oars have little effect. Fortunately, there is still a source of control over the storm here. Stefana waved her hand gently, and the sail suddenly inflated, leading the boat to break through the dark waves. Parsuer looked across the wide river to the other side, wondering if there was any nightingale waiting there. Can they see us? Do you foresee where we are going? There is no doubt that Imperial agents are not easy to get rid of. This is especially true for the emperor's direct subordinates. It doesn't matter. Parsul has already developed the ability to fall asleep in a sense of crisis.
"Go to the south, Parsur, keep moving forward" the voice sounded in my heart over and over again.
What followed was a period of hunger, cold, and darkness. The further south we go, the longer the nights become and the shorter the days. We'll soon mistake the moon for the sun, she thought. Compared with the frost-covered mountains, the Black Moon River is calm enough, and there is a feeling of death in the water, but Parsul believes that this is not an illusion caused by loneliness. No one could tell what secrets there were in Black Moon River, and neither Stefana nor Brown Ear had ever stayed on the river for so long. They dare not touch the river, so they have to rely on melted snow for drinking water and vegetarian food. With Joey here, we actually don't need to dock to resupply.
For some reason they talked about the commission that "Twilight Veil" had received. "Why are the water fairies looking for the Bible?" Brown Ear asked this question. He knew nothing of the conflict in Mortus.
"The Bible originally belonged to them," Stiana told him, "but the Imperials sent Nightingale to steal it."
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"It can be seen," Parsul said, "Fate is for mortals to keep repeating the past. Pain cannot make people empathize."
"We have no slaves in Alanvor."
"The same goes for Saint Valorant." Am I here too?
"Who cares?" said the knight coolly. He climbed to the bow. "I see your Heather Forest."
