The temple's tree stand is flooded with sunlight, and the forest sways in the spring breeze. Parzul stood on the top and heard Heather's people talking about her name. Running water carries songs and spreads news far away.
The mother came to her, holding a tiara of golden linden, oak, and ash leaves. Her robe trailed through the fallen leaves on the stone steps. The elves also followed the trend, and the fluorescent grass seed fairies surrounded the young faces. There were so many faces that Parsour couldn't tell the difference between familiar and unfamiliar.
The goblin and the stag fell behind, and the tree-herdsman stretched his neck silently, his roots twitching in the earth. The messenger from Silverstone Valley unhurriedly stepped forward and walked with a large group of mushroom-headed wood spirits. The sound of their footsteps was absorbed by the thick needles to maintain the solemn atmosphere, but at this moment, she could hear whispers and questions.
"That's her?"
"I can guarantee that it's really her."
it is me. Parsul straightened his back to welcome Heather's coronation. Cangzhimen chose me, and everyone is my supporter, no one needs to guarantee it. Those partisans of Rachel, the other candidates, now disappear like moss in the sun, part of her power. After all, even the leaders of these opposition groups bowed to her. In fact, they were looking up at Parsur with the same eyes as the other tribesmen.
Time flows slowly. When the high priest crowned her with leaves, unprecedented cheers erupted in the temple, and the chants of the water elves were drowned out by the sound. The two bears clapped their hands under the tree, and the sound was like beating a leather drum, forming a deafening accompaniment. The chiefs of the tree herders salute her, with flowers blooming above their heads and scattering sweet pollen in the air. The high priest lifted up his robe and made room for the messenger from Silverstone Valley. This silver-haired mysterious creature stretched out his right hand in a human manner and solemnly invited her to come down from the tree stand. The scales on his chin resembled a small tuft of beard.
"Come here, Stiana."
"Is he in the opposite room?"
"No way, I have to take off this girl's clothes before sewing the wound...and anyway, men and women should spend the night separately."
"Part of it is." The familiar voice that spoke later muttered, "Some people are not like that."
"You're still young, Anna."
"You're not so young that you don't understand anything."
Who is speaking? The content is really bizarre. Parsul did not expect that someone would be discussing men, women and clothes at this moment. The fact that a dragon was holding her arm made her a little uneasy, but she had to remain serious and not look away to avoid being seen as frightened. Of course, the Holy Lady will not be afraid of the Dragon Clan. Silverstone Valley is also part of the forest, and she will lead them, just like all her predecessors. Dragons are also the people of the goddess.
The stone steps were left behind. People quickly got out of the way, separated the road, and watched them slowly walk towards the holy place where the stone tablet was enshrined. Right now, I am the Saint of Blue, Heather's spokesperson and servant, which means that she can no longer have an ordinary elf lover or partner. Thinking of these, Parsur felt a little lonely.
But the sadness only lasted for a moment, and she had already seen a corner of the purple hedge. The temple at the beginning of the road disappears into the waves of forest leaves. The cries of the elves gradually became weaker, but the melody of the chants continued to rise, interspersed with the loud sound of running water. Heather's only divine relic is about to witness the iteration of the Forest Maiden.
Parsul let go of the silver dragon's arm and waded across the silver stream alone. Tiny gravel swims between the toes. When she touched the moist surface of the black stone monument, the vast forest shook, and a long and distant response came from the boundless mountains. Life is recognizing me. I can bring hope and peace to the Cangzhi Forest. Regarding this, Parsul was extremely sure at this moment. She turned to look at her people, the forest bowing to her in silence, and only the high priest's soft, melancholy eyes met hers.
"This is just your wish." A discordant voice said, "Wishes are always beautiful, but facts are often contrary to wishes."
"The facts are also different from your speculation."
"If the news is accurate, war will come soon."
A twinge seized her heart. Parsul's breathing suddenly became rapid, and there was a numbing coldness under her palms, as if poison was flowing backwards along the blood. What's wrong with me? She thought in surprise, how could war make me so scared? The people of Heather are fearless...
"Be honest, Anna, we have to move out of here before the war starts."
"You mean, run away?"
"It's not difficult to understand. There is no need to waste our lives on a struggle that is doomed to fail. We need to conserve our strength. Relocation and war will destroy the hunting grounds, and the weaker kinsmen will starve. The most important thing is that Yinge must not be provoked. Attention of the Knights. Do you have any better suggestions?"
"No."
No. The syllable stuck in my throat. Where can we escape to? Who says we are doomed? If we abandon the forest, who do we belong to? Heather would also abandon Saint Valoran. Thinking of the fate of being abandoned by God, Parsur woke up from his dream. She was feeling weak all over, her tongue was full of the taste of bitter medicine, and the bed beneath her was hard and low, giving her backache.
"She's awake, Lady Nadia." "Storm" Stefana prompted.
I don't think so. Parsur thought. She moved her fingers while looking at the frost on the glass opposite. The branches seemed to be coated with a layer of silver wax, dead and solidified in the dark night. The cold wind howled and passed over the city teeth. What is this place? She desperately hoped that she was still in a dream and could see her mother when she woke up and ask her why she looked like this... instead of learning it herself.
This is just her wish. The glass rang loudly, causing snowflakes to fall. "It's time." An Alanwo elf said. She turned her back to Parsur, stood by the window holding a jar of medicine, and put her hand in to fumble around. "Send these next door, Anna." She took out a ball of herb pulp.
"Then let him wait." Stefana wrinkled her nose.
Parsul was used to the smell of all medicines and no longer found it pungent, but his senses were involved in memories. She pushed herself up with stiff arms and looked down at the wound on her stomach. "Exquisite craftsmanship." She praised.
"The wound is neat after all." Nadia responded. She turned away and placed the jar on the bench.
Parsul heard Stiana say her name. The president of Twilight Veil. I didn't expect that I would meet her. She looked at the other person carefully, and the latter just let her look calmly, minding his own business among drawers and bottles.
This is a typical Alanwo woman: snow-white skin, three-dimensional facial features, slender and thick hair and eyebrows. A circle of polished bone runes was strung on the chest and hidden between the woolen collar. She has bright red eyes, and her hair is whiter and thicker than snow, without the haggard appearance of mortals faded by time. There is no doubt that this is an attractive face, but those obvious elf features that are different from humans are very subtle in her body. This is probably related to her dress.
Ever since he came to Alanwo, Parsour had longed for such an outfit: leather waistcoat, fur gloves, thick scarf. The inside of the cloak was lined with velvet and tightly stitched. Could it be that she sewed it herself? Parsul couldn't help but touch the injured area. Earlier at the bridge, Du Yilin's staff and sword almost tore out the internal organs from here. In fact, she suspected she was dead.
Nadia pulled off a wet towel. As she wiped her fingers, a huge owl flew onto her shoulder, lowering its head and pecking at its feathers as if no one was watching. When she finally got her hands free, she grabbed her shoulders, and what she took down was a light and wide feather shawl. "Want to go out for a walk? Wear this."
Parsul raised an eyebrow. "You're so thoughtful."
"Let's go? That crazy woman is almost going to tear you into two pieces. Palu, you should have a good rest." Stefana disagreed.
Thanks for reminding me, otherwise I would have forgotten. Parsul took a deep breath: "I only go to the next door."
"Looking for the Silver Song Knight?"
"I can't wait for him to come to me." That's too much waiting. "Is he awake?"
"He is stronger than you, and his injuries are lighter than yours." Nadia said, "If you want to go, ask Anna to help you carry it." She pointed to the clay pot on the chair, and then lowered her head to collect the towel.
Parsur tied his shawl and transformed into an owl. She flapped her wings, flew out of the window, and landed deftly on the snow-covered stone platform opposite. When I stretch my muscles, the wound really doesn't hurt.
"Wait!" Stefana had no choice but to follow.
The room was dark. Parsul raised his paw and was about to knock on the window when he suddenly heard more than one heartbeat inside. Which original source will come to visit the Silver Song Knight? Her ears perked up.
I didn't expect him to be a stranger. "Is it really you? Or is it your ghost?" the nature elf asked.
"I want to ask this first," the knight replied.
"According to what you said, a living person cannot live such a good life. Maybe I would have died long ago." Delo touched the tattoo on his face, "But Nadia may be able to come back to life."
"She accepted you."
"She accepted one of her kind." The nature elf knelt by the stove and lit a fire, and the room became brighter. "Association doesn't care what you once belonged to. Our fire is connected, and the connection can span any distance."
The knight didn't understand. Of course, he's not one of us, Parsur thought. "The distance from Mortus to Kamaria, Sunit. I've never seen a fishing rod that long. Did you escape to Alanvor, or did the syndicate capture you?"
"I thought we would have a tacit understanding. Why did you appear in front of me, Lord Knight? Did you go back to the imperial capital and rebel?"
Parsour wanted to hear his answer, but Joey frowned and changed the subject. "What do you want to do?"
"Lady Nadia hopes you will stay."
"What does she want to do?"
"Provide help. The tower messenger will always catch the trace, and you and the Holy Lady have nowhere to go."
"She's here to see you."
"I know the whole story. It was Steanna who chose to form a society."
"Then don't act stupid. Stay with targets like you? You will only be targeted by more messengers."
Their conversation reached an impasse, but hearing the knight's refusal put Parsur in a good mood. It wouldn't get any better if she listened any longer, so she knocked on the glass.
The knight seemed to want to drive her away, but Drosunite recognized the druid's magic. "My Lady Saint." The former slave trader opened the window briskly and welcomed Parsuer into the house. "Come to the stove."
In terms of comfort, this place was far inferior to the room where she had rested before. The only advantage was that it could block out prying eyes. She couldn't hear what they were talking about through the plants, she had to see it in person. The blazing fire was full of temptation, and Parsul landed next to his fellow tribesmen, directly opposite Joey.
The knight had an extinguished candlestick at hand, and wisps of smoke were blown toward the window by the wind. He would rather stare at it than meet Parsur's eyes. She didn't know what he was thinking, and she couldn't help feeling anxious. Fortunately, except for the bandage on his arm, he looked almost the same as Parsur's impression. That crazy woman left scars on us all, she thought.
When he took off his coat, Parsur returned to his original form, the mysterious effect fading away. "Thank you. But I have nothing to do with Saint Valorin."
"There's nothing wrong with that." Delo said, "I agree with your approach. If I can live, lingering is not a problem." She shrugged and glanced at the knight with meaning. "I'm not a believer in eternal life."
Parsour could hardly deny that she was touched, but she didn't answer. Delosunite. She, like Janus, shared their fate as a mistake made by the war. My mistake. But she said she understood me? Parsur did not dare to hope. Maybe she didn't care at all.
She suddenly felt a fever on her cheeks. This was just caused by shame. How painful was the other person when Delo was branded as a slave? Later, when she participated in the slave trade and applied the mark to others, did she get the joy of tit-for-tat? No one can say for sure. The world is always like this.
"In the final analysis, I'm just here to convey a message." Delo wrapped his scarf and said, "No matter what your choice, it's none of my business. Goodbye, Lady Saint." She smiled contemptuously at the knight. "Bye, Joey."
"Goodbye, Sunit." The knight did not answer.
She heard whispers from behind the door, and after a while, Christiana didn't knock on the door. Delo must have stopped her. "Where's Du Yilin?"
"died."
"Is it Anna...?"
"She couldn't do it and almost escaped with that crazy woman. Maybe she did it on purpose."
Beneath Kamaria's walls, the Black Moon River swallowed a life. Parsul only remembered the sneer of the female messenger as she drew her dagger. As for how she was injured, the other party moved too fast and she couldn't see clearly. Stiana's storm followed, separating the Tower Messenger and Parsur at either end of the bridge. In agony, she fled into a crack in the city wall. Unexpectedly, although Du Yilin came prepared, she still died at the hands of Joey and Stefana. Parsul felt mixed emotions.
"Anna is a little girl," she defended the electrified rose, "and can be soft-hearted."
"Whatever she wants," Joey said, "I killed that woman anyway."
"Duilin is the tower messenger."
"Not the only one. There will be others."
"You really don't understand? Others won't be as hesitant as Du Yilin." In fact, she was targeting me, not Stefana. But in the end, Parsour had no reason to blame him for this.
"I'm not a little girl," Joey told her, "I won't show mercy."
