Parsul climbed down from the treetop, the tearing feeling in his chest getting stronger. It is said that when a woman is about to give birth, she will choose to have her belly cut open to save the baby. Unexpectedly, I have never been married or pregnant, but I will inevitably be split in half one day. Parsour moved forward, fighting the pain with comic imagination.
The corpse of the dead horse slowly slid down the steep slope, scraping away pine branches and rotten leaves. It died quite simply, but its posture was so similar to that of her former partner Luna that she didn't dare to look at it longer. Dark red and almost black blood mixed with mud and water, forming shallow pits that continued to spread in the snow.
Bogart's upper body was submerged, and his thighs and knees were completely pressed by his mount, so that the wound could not be seen clearly from the side. But there was no luster in his wide eyes, which simply reflected the cedar trees in front of him. He looked at her, silent, his beard covered with pink blood foam. Joey must have hurt his guts. This time the pressure was far more serious than the collapse of the mount. The poor man who died for a conspiracy of which he had no knowledge, Parsul thought with regret.
Her arrows failed to do the same. Rego covered his face and knelt in the snow, blood flowing along the gaps in his gloves. The injury to his shoulder was not fatal either. Parsur almost didn't think about it when he released the arrow, but when he saw the Silver Song Knight wailing and moaning in front of him, a strong joy came to his heart. I do win battles.
But when the joy of revenge subsided, she took a good look at his face for the first time. It was a human face, a young face, mostly covered in blood. When he rushed into the Cangzhi Forest with a spear and sword, did he expect that such a day would come to him? Ignorant and stupid guys, you are not invincible. Parsour wanted to laugh, to jeer loudly, but she didn't realize she was smiling until Joey looked away.
"Is it really that interesting?" asked her knight.
"The end is in sight, Joey. There's no obstacle in our way."
Joey turned his head. The tip of his shoe was less than two inches from Bogart's elbow and was gradually soaked in blood. The knight stared at it blankly, his sweat freezing.
"They are not my companions."
"Of course. You belong to me."
"In the beginning," Joey whispered, "before I joined them. I didn't belong to anyone."
"We belong together, Joey."
The knight seemed unaware. "It's no one's fault that they don't recognize me." Rego was only one step away from him. He lowered his head to observe the misery of the other party. "I don't need anyone's approval. I know who I am."
"I understand." Parsul's chest felt tingling again. She is tired. "Come with me, Joey. Stay with me. Let me share your pain, just like before." It won't hurt any more. "It doesn't matter anymore."
"He's in pain, too. See."
Parsur saw Rego's eyes. The Silver Song Knight was still struggling to his death, completely unaware that if Joey didn't take action, his life would not be in danger at all. He is afraid of death and terrified of blindness. According to common sense, he will die at the hands of Joey, and Parsul is unwilling to do it himself.
"I always thought Silversong Knights were more resistant to pain," she said.
"Not to death. We are living beings after all."
"Life is the most precious gift the gods have given us, Joey. He gives gifts and He gives guidance. We must follow Him."
"Even if you exchange your life for a life?"
"It's only fair and just to exchange our most precious things. If you survive, it means their death. That's how the world is. There is no other choice." She rested against the tree stump, and the pain gradually eased. "Or do you think you have something more precious than life?"
The knight made no answer.
"Maybe you once had it, but you gave it up." Parsul said with a smile, "Because you can only choose one. It's uncomfortable, but there's nothing you can do about it."
The snowflakes gradually stopped. Joey stood up, shuffled over to Bogart's body, and pulled out Rhaegal's sword. Parsour was vaguely aware of what he was about to do.
Come on, she thought, what will you choose this time?
For a moment, she seemed to be back on the plank road of Holly Canyon, leading her people to wait for the enemy's slaughter. All joy disappeared without a trace. Revenge is not something to be happy about, it is my responsibility. But Parsur couldn't stop smiling. I wouldn't be surprised if he gave me a sword. This is his responsibility. We have been free for so long that we have almost forgotten the colors left to us in the past.
"Remember the quarrel between you and Anna?" Parsul tilted his head, "For Du Yilin."
Joey didn't respond. He didn't seem to hear, but she watched him walk toward Rego. Blood flowed like a fountain, but he, the knight, was unmoved. I win again.
His enemies were different. "Please," Rego groaned. He swung his legs and kicked up snowflakes. "I can't see!" he wailed.
"Sterling asked you to come?" Joey asked.
"He... the wizard... it's him... No! His Majesty ordered us to come to you."
"I'm asking you, not you."
"I just want to..." Rego wailed like a little girl. It's not his fault. No one has dignity in the face of death. "...I just want to perform meritorious deeds...to atone for my sins and return to Marandeno."
"Through that madman Bernard? You've got the right guy."
"I obey orders! The Templars need to protect the Mercury Temple. This is a rule...it's not my fault." Joey lifted up the other person's cloak and turned him over from the slush. Blood-red frost peeled off his face. Rego finally saw the light and raised his head to meet the demihuman's blue eyes. "It's you!" He opened his mouth to scream, but couldn't help but shrink back in pain. "You broke the code, Joey. You are not a true knight."
"I didn't think about it..." Joey paused. He glanced at Bogart's body. Not thinking about anything? Parsur was curious about his next words. "It was an accident." He let go of his hand, but didn't move away. "I have a more respectable way."
Rego glared at him resentfully. "You want to use it on me? Go to hell! You bastard." He wiped the blood from his face while trembling. "Do you think I hate you for killing Bogat? Do you think I am willing to come to this hellish place to find you?"
"You come to Parsur."
"It's not that I want to come. What do I want her for? A bastard who rides her like a bitch and creates more trouble like you did?" Rego spat out the mud in his mouth, "It's Bernard Sterling. Our Prime Minister desperately needs this woman to show up. I can't tell what he's going to do."
I didn't expect it to be about me. Parsur strained his ears to catch the sound.
"You know enough," Joey replied. Of course he knew what the wizard was doing.
Parsur judged part of it based on his reaction, and then relied on his own knowledge to fill in the gaps. Mysteries are interconnected. She came up with a guess, but didn't dare to draw a conclusion. The wizard Bernard was not a pioneer in exploring the path of a second career. Even before he was born, many mysterious creatures had tried to achieve it. As a result, without exception, they all suffered defeat.
Fire originates from the soul and is the first step to escape ignorance. The act of splitting it is not equivalent to splitting a living soul in two, since the result would not be two souls. As far as Parsul knows, only elemental life can barely bear it - but that is more like rebirth than the proliferation of the original body.
But Parsul also knows the secret to truly being able to withstand dual careers. When she was in Cangzhi Forest, she didn't dare discuss related issues with anyone, but in Alanwo...
The only thing left for the association here is to walk into the palace openly, she thought to herself. If something really happened one day, probably no one would be surprised.
…
The corpse of his companion was right in front of him, but Rego was not very afraid. After regaining his vision, instead of thinking about life and death, he was full of anger and just wanted to find an outlet to vent. He couldn't even see the appearance of the Cang Saint, who had been distracted all this time.
"That's not fair." He said through his teeth. "Why? I just want answers."
The bastard knight didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
"You are different, so different." Rego gasped and moved back, "Sterling and you... I have personally experienced the by-products of your experiments. Is this the reason why you can become the Silver Song Knight? Through witchcraft Trick?"
"You seem more fascinated by this trick," Joey pointed out.
He felt a pang of shame. "I didn't violate any rules. This is a reasonable way to exercise." The more I talked, the harder it was to explain. The pain interfered with my thinking. "What qualifications do you have to accuse me? You have tarnished the flag of the Silver Song Knights. You are not worthy of standing side by side with us."
"As if that's such an honor." There seemed to be a smile in his opponent's eyes. He pinched the shaft of the arrow and twisted it hard. Rego screamed loudly, shaking the snowflakes accumulated on the top of the tree.
In pain, the world blurred again. Rego just wished he would pass out. "I've wanted to kill you for a long time, little idiot." The demi-human loosened his fingers and said, "I heard that your father is a lord? A fellow countryman of Veronka?" Blood slid down his collar. "Is this happening?"
No one can understand how he feels. In an instant, the fear in Rego's heart covered the physical pain: "How...? Do you know...?"
Rego opened his eyes wide, hoping to see through the other person's mind. But there was neither mockery nor pity in those blue eyes, only cruelty. He found out, but how could it be possible? Rego didn't remember ever preaching about his origins. It wasn't worth showing off... He had tried so hard to hide it... but now an inconspicuous bastard was saying it. And even then, he thought I knew too much!
Joey knelt down and pulled off his cloak. "Wear the armor inside, and you won't be afraid that the cheese will go rancid?" He pointed to Rego's emblem. It was a round shield with one corner missing, undoubtedly a heraldry symbolizing extraordinary status. "Noble surname? I don't remember how to pronounce that string of characters."
"That's obviously not going to be my problem." Rego hissed uneasily.
"The noble master uses tongue twisters to show his status and distinguish between superior and inferior. The superior people have privileges in the territory. This is not a new thing." The damn bastard had no expression on his face. "But there are limits to privilege. Whether your idiot father takes advantage of his virginity or some bitch gives herself to you, there's one condition."
Rego couldn't speak. He shuddered, the anger in his heart was now completely extinguished, and there was no thought left. He felt naked and disgraced, but the other person still held on to the last bit of shame.
"On condition that he is not married."
Joey lifted his collar. The severe pain spread immediately. "Honestly, Rhaego, do the septs of Oregna allow people to make babies outside of marriage?"
The answer is no. Rego thought. My birth violated the laws of the Mercury Temple, how could I claim that my actions followed the rules? Those ridiculous excuses should have comforted him, but in the end, he was no different from Joey. Every time Rhaego saw those eyes, he thought of the missing corner of the buckler.
Turn the good shield into cheese.
…
"Give me a pleasure," Parsur heard Rego say, his voice miserable and depressed. "Joy."
"Don't teach me what to do." Her knight sneered, "If you are in a hurry to be reincarnated, just give yourself a knife in the throat."
"Good advice." Rego obviously didn't realize the underlying meaning of Joey's words. Under the knight's sharp ridicule, he almost lost his mind. "But if I can raise my hand, the first blow belongs to you."
Joey ignored him and the footsteps gradually approached. Parsour opened his eyes and told him of his brief dream: "I saw the sun rising over the sea, Joey. There was warm sunlight everywhere."
The knight frowned. "There is no sun here, and the moonlight is barely enough. What do you want to do?"
"It's just emotion." Parsuer forgot about the useless hope. "What happened to Rhaego?" she asked knowingly, "Do you want to dispose of the body, or leave it to Nadia? The latter is good for Stefana."
"...He's not dead."
Who said that he would not be merciful? "I don't think this can comfort you. Even in my opinion, Bogart deserves to live more than him." Parsul said, "I can't help it. What you are like will be like when you look at others. "
They looked at each other with anger.
Parsur held out a hand, and the knight took it. The gift of the forest begins to mend the wounds. The time was too short and the injuries were too serious. She could not be completely cured and could only recover briefly. Maybe I should stay in Dusk Veil a few more days.
"If you want to ask about Sterling's experiment, you can do it yourself."
It seems that he is still conscious of his level of mysticism. "I'm very tired. Besides, what's the point of asking? The end is not far away." Parsul heard Heather's voice. Even in the ice and snow, the guidance was still the same as before, even stronger. Even when she evacuated earlier, she subconsciously ran over there. "Let's move on. Let him stay here, if you will."
"He doesn't want to." Rego coughed, "Please, Joey. Do you want me to be the first Silversong Knight captured by Alanvor?"
"This is the territory of the Chuyuan Society."
"What's the difference?" He couldn't accept it. "Besides, how long do I have to wait? They might not come. It's too cold here!"
"Cold is good for you." Parsul told her first jailer. "Cold can numb wounds and freeze blood. You will gradually find that pain is just an illusion." She easily snatched his dagger away, and then cut Open the woolen coat and leather armor and find a gospel book from the breast pocket. Now, Nadia can't find you either. "Let's go back first." This is what he said to Joey.
The knight did not ask why. He stepped over Bogart's body and walked back the way he had come. Parsul did his best to keep up with him, leaving Rhaego to his companions.
…
This tower was not prominent in Kamaria, but Uriel could feel the strange fire scattered around it. The nameless one, or in other words, the original source. These mysterious creatures who claim to be gifted have set up their association's headquarters here, and they don't seem to worry about the moon elves' suppression at all. In the ancient times, perhaps this was not surprising. In this case, he doesn't have to hide.
The person who received him was no stranger. "Anes?"
"It's you, missionary Uriel." The water fairy also remembered him. "I didn't expect that I would see you again."
"I'm looking for someone."
"What else can you do?" She smiled softly, "Come with me. You are also one of the gifted ones." Uriel climbed up the spiral staircase with her and passed by two mysterious men dressed as witches. He walked straight to a north-facing room. "The president is waiting for you."
"Can I ask a question?" The apprentice discovered that the source of the strange connection was behind the door.
"Her will represents my answer."
He pushed open the door.
Disappointingly, there are no shadows of Parsur and Joey here, nor are the Silversong Knights pursuing them. There was a fire burning in the room, and a white-haired woman sat at the edge of a chair, smashing nut shells with a porcelain hammer. She should be the president of the association.
"I think differently than you do, right?" The other party stopped when he spoke, raised his head and looked at it.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Uriel answered truthfully. He was used to considering details in his "spiritual vision" and implementing plans in the real world. Now that the old methods were suddenly abandoned, his mind had not yet adapted. "I am Uriel, a friend of Anais and Qilan. I am here to ask for your help, my lord."
"For those two Silversong Knights? It's too late. I think they're both dead."
Although this was not the first question he prepared, the apprentice was still surprised by the news: "But a few minutes ago...?"
"You have a poor sense of time, young man. I know your whereabouts well, and every block of Kamaria is my territory. It is not easy to tell the time in the dark, but I am sure that you met half an hour ago. .”
"The dream is accelerating" the ring reminds.
Uriel realized that time was running out. "what happened?"
"That's it. You can guess it even if I don't tell you. The green elf and her knights escaped, and the pursuers never returned. The only surprise is that I thought I needed to send someone to help, but he solved it himself." The Elf Alanvor glanced at the apprentice, "But you came too late and missed the second chance."
"Have they ever come back?"
"Parsul agreed to join my association, and no one will lend a helping hand except Dusk Veil. She can only come to me." Halfway through the explanation, the other party suddenly realized the problem. "You know this, missionary? Do you know how to divine?"
"No. But it's easy to guess." The assistance among the unknown people is something that the apprentice should take for granted. He quickly fooled over. I don't have time to waste now. "The Silver Song Knights who were chasing them were killed. Where are they now?"
"I thought you knew." What does this mean? The apprentice was confused. "They went all the way south. Where else could they go?"
"I thought Kamaria was the end! Now that the Silver Song Knights have discovered them, they should change their way. But continue south?" Where are Joey and Persul going? To the south of Venevoise, only mountains and snowfields remain. "I don't understand, my lord."
The white-haired Alanwo elf looked at him. "I didn't understand it at first. But now, come and look at this." She wiped her fingers and swept the shell into the stove, revealing the pattern under the powder. Uriel discovered that there was a familiar Gospel of Gaia lying on her lap.
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