"He seems to be in trouble," York said softly.
Dalton was walking along the shadows with the two girls alone. He just wanted to roll his eyes at this guy, "We also met, didn't you see? Maybe you should be more straightforward, Sita."
"Didn't you hear what she said?" York retorted, "Uriel asked them to come here. He knows them. How can we leave them alone?"
"No matter what? You call sending them away from the battlefield no matter what?" Although Dalton knew that they had to divide the work, Sita said this and he was very angry. "We have too much control. What's more, Uriel always recognizes all mortals who need help."
Sita turned her head. "The red-haired girl is an Eastman, Dalton."
"If you just noticed, my eyesight is much better than yours. Well, York, since you say so, then I tell you that she is still an apprentice wizard, not a mortal. Maybe she was sent from Eastman by the envoy of the school. Brought back." Zhuoer lowered his head and glanced at the girl. Under the shroud of "Shadow Attack", she couldn't hear what they were saying, but her expression was surprisingly peaceful, and her nervousness could only be seen by clenching her friend's fingers. Dalton didn't think this was a normal reaction. "This child looks like a nightingale. Maybe she is Uriel's intelligence agent hidden in the school?"
"Come on. Uriel? This is his first time coming to Antuoros. But your guess makes sense. Croita will definitely place nightingales in other mysterious fulcrums, even the Twinkle Pool."
"Couldn't it be you?"
"My kind only trust adults. How ridiculous! Honestly, Dalton, do you think age is the standard for a nightingale?"
As it should. Sita, who is more than three hundred years old, looks no different from a three-year-old human being, and the Queen of Light, Evangeline, undoubtedly knows this very well. Zhuoer didn't want to discuss this topic further. They had approached the central hall. We would have arrived long ago if we hadn't encountered two suspicious girls.
"Who is Uriel's opponent? Can you see it clearly?" In fact, both Drow and Sita experience the outside world differently from humans. Judging from the perspective of vitality, Uriel is still safe. But Dalton has never dared to trust rough judgments.
"Damn it! It's dark now, I can only see the outline clearly. Is there anything you can do?"
"Shadows," Dalton told him, "are different from darkness. If I took you instead of them, do you think I would still ask you?"
York frowned. "I guess you noticed, that kid is special to us."
"Kitarian Lingot." The words came to his lips, but Dalton found it difficult to say them out. This girl and her origins are probably taboo...and even if they aren't, it's best not to ask. Reality often fails to stand the test. "Who is she to you, York Chahine?"
"Why did you call me my name?" But Sita didn't understand his solemnity and looked at him strangely. "Let's put that aside. If you ask me, Hitarian might remind Uriel of Cecilia."
It's a good thing I didn't ask directly, Dalton thought. This idiot is completely different from what I thought. Maybe it's not possible to jump to conclusions... No, not maybe. York is just a kid who is over 300 years old. For a moment, he felt very tired, but he still had to summon up his energy to ask: "Who is Cecilia?"
"She was a barmaid in our mercenary group. Uriel loved her. Well, she had red hair too. You can understand, Dalton."
I have to take back what I said. Dalton realized that York had no less considerations in some places than he did. "But Ringot and Cecilia are two people, and Uriel can't possibly treat every red-haired girl as..."
"Listen to me, man. You don't understand the details. Cecilia died long ago in the Catastrophe of the Undead in Yotsuba City, and Uriel was with her." Sita paused for a moment, "At that time, they were both Mortal, thanks to the timely arrival of the White Envoy. Things developed too fast, and the mercenary group was trapped on another street... I won't say that I don't have any responsibility. In fact, I can't escape the blame! This happened again It’s a hell of a thing.”
York spoke so softly that Dalton could barely hear what he was saying. "Anyway, I'm worried that I will cause trouble again. What if she dies suddenly like Celine Kalemu? It's not safe here."
A corner is right in front of you, and the shadow breaks here. Dalton breaks the spell and walks out of the wall. The two wizard apprentices holding hands were still stuck behind their backs like two paper cuts. They are much heavier than they look. He used a curse to brittle the stone pillar and push it down. The heavy stone hit the ground silently and fell into the range of the "Silent" magic text. Only dust rose up and a mist enveloped the surrounding area.
Stone pillars connect the shadows together, forming a sloping bridge. The shadows of the girls tentatively walked up and soon reached the other end. Zhuoer turned his head and coughed, waving away the smoke several times in disgust before taking a deep breath. The feeling of exhaustion suddenly intensifies, but the feeling may not be real. You owe him, Dalton, for the joke he just made.
"You know what I'd say?"
York glanced at him. "tell me the story."
"First of all, I have heard about the disaster in the Four-Leaf Territory. The Necromancer took advantage of Duke Tracy to attend the kingdom meeting and used alchemical potions to occupy the main city. During this period, the stationed Swift Shadow Legion did not make any reaction. The undead It spread like a plague, and even one of the duke's heirs died. Fortunately, Chloe's patrol messenger happened to be in the city-this necromancer was so unlucky that you absolutely couldn't compare with him. In the end, the Knox mercenary The regiment helps Croita turn the tide."
"That's generally true, but I pay more attention to the details. What does the life and death of a mortal noble matter? This is a scandal, and I promised to keep it secret. But Cecilia is different..."
If the death of the Duke's son was nothing, you wouldn't keep the truth a secret. The mysterious realm rules the world of order, but Dalton has long discovered that the mortal class still controls many things. In addition to the mysterious fulcrum, how many other mysterious people can ignore the lord? I also served as a bodyguard for nobles.
"...The peculiar thing is that this Cecilia is someone you know, okay, friend? Friend's lover? Oh, whatever." Dalton interrupted him again, "The point is, since then York, I guess you haven't been through anything like this before."
"You guessed it right, but it doesn't mean anything."
"Why not?" Zhuoer raised his voice, "I can't believe that now, I still have to tell you these things! Damn it, haven't you realized where you are worse than Uriel?"
York frowned. "Hey! I admit it...but when it comes to the mysterious way alone, I can be regarded as the senior of all of you..."
"Really? I went to the temple to light the fire when I was fifteen years old. No, it's not some damn calculation. Drow's growth age is based on human calculations, because most mortals can't live forty years underground." Sita shut her mouth. "I don't want to talk nonsense, that's just an example, so that you don't have to talk to me about priorities! You are an adventurer, York, so you should be different from your kind. The living environment of Sita is not as dire as ours. ,right?"
"But it's not easy either. My hometown and my people are... very boring."
A shocking description. Although the Twinkling Pond is an isolated elemental territory and a paradise given to Sita by the goddess. Mortals will suffer from disease, hunger and natural disasters, but elemental beings have no related troubles... But Dalton has never seen it with his own eyes. I hope the residents of the underground world can feel bored one day instead of thinking about fighting all day long. The gods have eyes, and we are not willing to go to war with other tribes.
The memories of his hometown are still vivid in his mind, and Zhuoer tries his best to get rid of them. "Is it fun to be an adventurer? Or is everything we do now fun?"
"you know what I mean."
If I didn't know better, he thought, do you think I would still talk nonsense to someone like you? "Let's get to the point. Since you are determined, you don't have to worry about other people. Especially Uriel. I can see that he would like to act like you are familiar with when you reunite after a long absence, but that is not true. He He is the messenger of the Tower, the apprentice of the White Messenger... and his progress in the mysterious way is faster than yours."
"Of course. The Adventurer is incomparable to the Mysterious Fulcrum, but I still don't know how he quickly made up for the basic steps."
"You don't know too much!" Dalton pointed out, "Half a year is enough to change a person, or even a week or one night." For example, from Gray Crab Crab to Beacon Town in one night... "During this period, You had no part in it. Yes, there was a time when he could go on adventures with you and act recklessly for trivial matters, but not anymore. Your old friend is the spokesman for Croita's Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Kill him. There are more monks than your mercenary group. He has calmed down disputes and tried to rekindle the war. He dared to fight for those who needed to be saved, and he also knew that personal emotions were allowed to be sacrificed in front of the group. He obeyed his oath. Cecily Ya, that dead girl, she is a shadow deep in his memory, and for a mysterious creature that has such deeds and intends to continue it, recalling the past is probably not a planned step. Ask me? Your worries are not at all necessary."
"Someone also called our trip to church headquarters reckless, and I'm used to it," York said.
"This is the fact. I bet that Uriel is not confident of success either. The Church of Gaia is a mysterious organization, far larger than the Paperclip Mercenary Group. His plan cannot be perfect." He was worried that it would cost us our lives. Just when you're out of control because of the elemental tide.
"But we are sure of it. The trick of association has attracted the main force. Antroos only has Kilbewick and the Nightingale leader, and the other Cross Knights are not opponents. We are just close to finding the Pope."
It's easy to say. If Uriel hadn't dismantled the foundation of divine magic first, we would probably have fled. Dalton thought. In fact, without the foundation of divine magic, we are still stuck in a bitter battle.
"It is the biggest mistake to separate the Church from the Silent School." What's more, what should we do after we find the Pope? Uriel must have thought about it, but Dalton couldn't imagine what he would do.
"Lind Punabag is in charge here. He seems to have his own agenda and is not difficult to deal with."
In fact, Dalton thinks so too. Uriel's plan is very likely to come true, otherwise he would not stop it. "Don't understand? It has nothing to do with the enemy. It's you who have changed. I mean, Uriel. He and the White Envoy ended the White Night War, took us through the Shimmering Forest, avoided the Nightingale's attack, and in their territory Go ahead and launch a cleanup inside the church. He made the impossible possible. To be honest, I now believe that he can deal with the Holy Knight Commander, even if there is a qualitative difference between the Sky Realm and the High Ring."
"He has many incredible deeds. Not because of the White Envoy, but because of himself, Uriel. Who would have thought that he was just a mortal six months ago? Because of this, we should not teach him to be influenced by others."
"From your description, you should have known that he would not be easily influenced by others."
York opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"What else can I say? Frankly, York, I'm more worried about you. I feel like I'm leading a brat into battle and I've confused you with one of those two girls. Look, I don't care Who do you think of because of Sitarian Ringot? She is not important, and neither is Celine Kalemu. We have done our best." Dalton hesitated for a moment and patted Sita on the shoulder. He always felt that doing so was equivalent to reaching for the stove. "You can only be responsible for your own life, not others. There is no safe place in this world, York. It's always been that way."
"...Maybe I just want to hear this."
This shows that you are making progress. "I'm afraid I have to say something else, like that we're in a hurry?"
They rounded the corner, passed through the long corridor, and placed the two apprentices in a secluded courtyard. Two nuns were tending to the wounded inside. When the Paperclip Mercenary Group wasn't attacking Antoros, this place was probably the church's pharmacy.
York watched as the older clerics put robes on them and wiped the blood from their faces. Among all the snow-white robes, the girl's hair was really dazzling. "Well, Dalton, I don't know how to explain this."
"Listen to the truth?" Dalton raised his eyelids, "I don't know where I can find time to listen to your explanation." In a few words, the shadow moved quickly between the stone bricks, and passed through half of the cathedral in the blink of an eye. "Look, we found Uriel."
He didn't get a response. In the dim light, York could see further than him. Dalton could feel the ebb and flow of life, but oddly enough, there was only one goal. "What is that?" Dalton asked.
"There's a dark shadow over there, it seems to be the Cross Knight."
The nave of the church was split in two. Seats were uprooted and pinned under collapsed pillars. The marble tile floor was full of cracks and no one was intact. This place seems to have experienced thousands of years of weathering and rain erosion in an instant. Only the wooden pulpit survived in its original location, and now it looks like a foreign creature. In the fragmented, snow-white starlight of the night sky transmitted through the dome of another sacrificial hall, the smoke rolled like ocean waves, covering the field of vision in a gray haze.
Even in the shadows, the cold air inhaled into the lungs was filled with a sharp foreign body sensation. Flashes of light flashed before his eyes from time to time, making Dolton want to blink. Suddenly, he realized it was an enemy attack. The blade of the sword struck the stone pillar and pierced the ice wall. The magic power spread at the same time. The aftermath rumbled and shattered the entire surrounding area, and the stone powder splashed everywhere like a fountain.
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"Who is that? Gandrias?" Drow couldn't help but say, "To be honest, I think he can chop us into pieces with his sword." Even Uriel seemed to be unable to resist. He was clumsy, constantly dodging attacks, and performing all kinds of unimaginable magic. Dalton had never seen anyone do anything like it. "We must find a suitable opportunity, preferably...York?"
no respond. "York?"
Strong winds blew away the smoke. The battle situation is changing rapidly, and now it is unfolding before our eyes without any obstruction. Uriel narrowly dodged a slash, but the Cross Knight smoothly connected with the diagonal attack. They were too close for the gods to intervene. But a ball of flame suddenly appeared on the side of the sword blade, knocking it away.
...Why am I surprised? Every word is wasted.
