While Uriel rekindled the fire, Parsur turned over in his fur and put his fingers near the flames. But her face was as pale as ever, something no warm campfire could save.
The apprentice suddenly didn't know where to start.
"Do you want to stay?" It was the other party who broke the silence first. always like this.
"Me? I can't stay."
"It's not whether you can, it's whether you want to."
"Well, the answer is still no."
"Because I can't see the sun?"
"No. It's too monotonous here." Why is she telling me this? Uriel thought. "Don't mention me. Do you want to stay in the Ice Sea Tribe?" Maybe it's not a bad thing. The Imperial Nightingale can't pursue it this far.
Parsur picked up the grilled bird. It had been out of the fire for less than three minutes, and now it was covered in frost. "I can't. But I'm afraid my knight wishes to stay."
"Because of your mysterious ritual?"
The elf saint stared at him with her brown eyes, her eyes looking at him with a sense of scrutiny. "Why do you ask?"
"Nediya guessed your purpose."
"Rulers are suspicious and sensitive, and can often guess the truth." She sighed. "But to be honest, this is not my purpose. Maybe the mysterious power can help me get out of the temporary predicament. However, in fact, I don't really need it... Heather asked me to do this."
Uriel didn't understand: "Heather?"
"My god is different from your god. Gaia doesn't direct you to a specific place to preach, does it?"
"It is believed that He leaves all His guidance in the teachings," the apprentice answered cautiously.
"The gods don't move in lockstep, Uriel."
"So, your mysterious ritual comes entirely from Heather, who wants you to come to the south, wants you to obey his call, and wants you to give everything you have?"
"The latter is my choice." Parsul told him calmly.
"How will He repay you with the improvement of the mysterious realm?"
"What's the use of this kind of reward?" she asked.
Uriel didn't understand what she meant. To be honest, he had never thought about this carefully. When people are in trouble, they will try to escape; when they are being chased, they will try their best to hide. He himself is no exception. Parsul seemed to have a more important mission on top of these most basic needs. The apprentice had considered these, but his consideration was nothing more than that.
"The sky means power. Maybe you will want to do something you couldn't do otherwise." He expressed his inner thoughts.
"That was me in the past." The Elf Saint smiled at him, "Now, the Blue Saint has another person, and I am Parsuer. The forest is still with me, but Saint Valoran is behind us. . It is in the north, in the twilight forest, not in the cold and dead snowfield." She lowered her head and sucked her fingers, her voice becoming muffled. "Tell me, Uriel, why am I praying to Heather for something far away?"
"Because if it's within reach, you don't need to pray," Uriel said slowly.
A cloud of sparks flew out of the wood and went out at Parsur's feet. She poked at the ashes with the grill and licked her lips nonchalantly. "Maybe. Who really knows what they think? You are so aggressive, it makes me want to refute you."
"I'm not intentional……"
"Oh. Of course you are."
Uriel could say no more. Something is wrong. He sensed that Parsur's attitude might not be as candid as he appeared. After all, she was the Blue Saint of Saint Valoran, and there was no way she could continue to condone his temptations. In fact, Uriel was not willing to test it. He almost put the problem out in the open, but she avoided talking about it. This makes it very difficult for apprentices.
"Okay." He compromised, "Not all suggestions are worthy of being adopted. For example, my suggestions. Coming back to you, since Joey wants to stay, what should you do?"
"This is my problem and I have to solve it. I will convince him." Parsul said nonchalantly. Her expression didn't change at all, as if she wasn't worried at all.
Uriel frowned: "Why does he want to stay?"
"If I had known, you wouldn't have caught up with us."
The apprentice never expected that Persul would answer like this: "You don't know?"
"I don't even have any ideas for guessing." Parsul finally showed a little distress. It turned out that she wasn't very sure either. "It's not easy to guess other people's thoughts, Uriel. Mind-reading magic is rare, and he won't cooperate." There seemed to be a sarcastic smile passing from the corner of her mouth. "How about you try it?"
"Me?" Uriel coughed.
"You have a lot of questions for him to answer, don't you?"
"This is not to be confused."
Parsur lowered his head. The apprentice looked at the gap where the mentor and the frost giant left, but saw no sign of anyone. "Why don't you ask?" said the apprentice. Did she fail?
"If I open my mouth, it means admitting defeat."
"It seems you have a disagreement."
"It's better to be more direct. We are not traveling together from the beginning. You know that, Uriel."
good. "But at the border...in Kamaria...after so long, I thought you would understand each other."
"Understanding cannot eliminate contradictions." Parsul's smile disappeared. "The past is always with you and must not be forgotten. If you were not a missionary but an eagle dog of Aurenia, even if your attitude did not change, we would not be able to sit across from each other like this."
There was no denying that Parsour was telling the truth. Uriel became more and more confused: "What happened in Kamaria? Please tell me."
She told him.
It doesn't seem heavy to tell the truth, but it's obviously a different matter for the person involved. Hearing the news of Bogat and Rego's death, even the apprentices who only commemorated them by their peers felt sad. But he also knew that this sadness was nothing. Before entering Mortus, Joey had been comrades with Bogart and Rhaegal...they were far closer than he was with his mentor.
I originally thought it was the work of the Chuyuan Society. Uriel couldn't help but recall. Knight Orcus was lost in Mortus, and his companions will not forget the hatred... However, the Knight of Silversong should not have appeared in Kamaria.
He touched the badge that served as a "heart anchor" and could not understand his mentor's mood for a moment. What on earth was Joey thinking at that time? I'm afraid no one cares about this except the apprentices. People will only see what he did. It's always been like this.
Parsur is no exception. "I can't understand his thoughts, Uriel, because I don't know what he wants." She rolled up the quilt, her voice muffled. "But the end is in sight, and even now, I will never back down."
"Delay is not the answer," the apprentice muttered.
"He is my knight, and it is not for me to explain to him! You'd better keep this in mind, Uriel...what's that look in your eyes?...Yes, it is my mission to follow the oracle, that's right. Just like you did when you came to Alanwo.”
Bad example. If you knew why I came here, you probably wouldn't say that.
"I'll talk to him," he finally promised.
Parsul poked his face out of his fur: "You'll be on my side, right?"
He couldn't guarantee this either.
Finding a mentor was once again a problem. Uriel resignedly walked into the cold wind and explored around.
"Her reaction was unusual," Sauron wrote with interest. "Even Nadia was not as good as her."
"In what way?" The apprentice felt that the two women had a lot in common, but the differences were even greater. If nothing else, although they were both leaders, their preferred styles were completely incompatible. He couldn't tell which side was more correct, and even the criteria for correctness were different.
"Intellectual aspects"
"?"
"The people in the dream are just phantoms, and their actions come from memories. You are different from them. But this Blue Saint... I don't recognize her, and history doesn't emphasize her in particular, so I can make an objective judgment. This woman is just like a living person, not a phantom.』
"If you say that the person in the dream comes from memory, then she is probably the person who left the deepest impression on the White Envoy. Such behavior is not surprising."
"This is a confusing dream! How could he really recognize her?"
Chaotic dreams do not prevent the people in them from living their lives as usual. Without peering into personal dreams, Uriel wouldn't even be able to tell who is a phantom and who is a real person. In fact, he was convinced that there was a connection between them. Mabel was a serious dream weaver, and she was right when she asserted that dreams came from memories. He didn't expect that Sauron would be deceived by his guess. It seems that I have long been accustomed to saying only half a sentence to everyone.
"The White Envoy is the mysterious person of the tower, not the Knight of Silver Song, and it is impossible to betray the mission." The ring wrote unhappily, "This ghost place is too hypocritical!" You'd better solve it quickly and return to reality."
"I can only wait for the enemy to come to me." That's the plan. "Or, on the bright side, Ms. Mabel will come back with Ruth first. In both cases, I can't help you now."
Sauron shut his mouth. It couldn't think of a better way, Uriel understood. It's even more unwise to leave the Ice Sea Tribe at this time. With my mentor nearby, I can return to reality at any time.
"Stay away from her," the ring finally warned. It certainly didn't notice Uriel doing this.
"Are you looking for me?" The mentor suddenly appeared under the illusory wall. The ice bricks are illuminated by the moonlight, and the light creates shadows. He seems to be the man in the dream.
The apprentice decided to get straight to the point: "Do you plan to stay in the Ice Sea Tribe?"
"No one can get out. The ladder is broken."
"What's going on?" Is this how the dream develops?
"Ask your God to stop blowing the wind." He suddenly turned around.
Uriel immediately realized that Joey was going to disappear from his eyes again. "If you don't want her to go, you should stay at the border!" he shouted.
The instructor stopped.
Meanwhile, the world begins to spin. Uriel saw Joey's blue eyes, the anchor pulling him back to reality. But it wasn't the right time yet, and he didn't want to leave. Stop, Uriel thought. Stop. Stop. Stop! or……
...Back off.
For a dazed moment, Uriel noticed that the dream had changed. He lowered his gaze and stared at his mentor's shoes. Something settled and became silent. At this time, the apprentice found that his magic power was completely exhausted, and there was not a trace left.
Joey's back was turned to him. "Why stay?"
Uriel calmed down and then remembered the blame he blurted out in desperation. Maybe I should have asked him directly. "I mean...where do you want to go, Joey? Is there anywhere you want to go?"
"A fool's question." the instructor said disdainfully.
Maybe. "Since there is no place in the world you want to go, why not be with her?"
"She's going to jump into the sea, and you're going to follow her?"
"Of course, you don't like the bottom of the sea, just like you don't like land. From this point of view, there seems to be no difference between the two, so it's better to move on."
The instructor moved his legs unhappily. "If you keep talking nonsense, kid, I'll hang you on a cliff."
That’ll wait until you can climb up. Uriel chased after her: "You can stop her and convince her. God is not everything in our lives. In fact, gods will not interfere with the lives of mortals. You can make her give up her persistence in the oracle - as long as you speak. "
"Preachers advising people to abandon oracles? How surprising."
"Yes. Gaia knows everything. He understands my reasons." Uriel refused to give in. "The gods can temporarily tolerate my offense. Why can't you compromise with Parsur? Even if it is only for a moment. You love her, Is this happening?"
"Compromising means admitting defeat," Joey replied. Parsour said the same thing a few minutes ago.
Uriel was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "What, you also want to be a 'winner' and never admit defeat in your life?" They were very close, and the apprentice grabbed his arm. "Ever since Parsul left the forest, Heather has been her sustenance. Every wind and grass are her oracles! She wants to hold a ceremony, even if she runs to the edge of the world for it. It will not be good for you to let her lose her will. Don't you want to wait? She gives up? Is that possible?"
The instructor shook him off. "Shut up."
"If you can't remember, you don't have the ability to order me." Uriel replied, "You guys are fighting over each other. What does it matter who bows first? Parsur lacks a sense of security. It's not her fault. You can completely replace her. Heather's place in her heart, Joey. Gods are illusory, but you are real. Even if..."
"I said."
Uli paused. "……you said before?"
"She refused." The mentor glared at him, "If she wants to move forward, she must go! The oracle is in front of her, and the words of a mortal are no more meaningful than a gust of wind. Since you think you have the ability, then go ahead and try."
Something unexpected happened. Something must be wrong. In fact, he thought he knew why. "Did you tell her? I mean... uh, about the princess wedding."
"You seem to remember it very clearly."
A dream from a few days ago... "I was there, so it was very impressive."
"I forgot." The instructor said coldly, "But from the beginning, there are more than one unlucky things." He suddenly quickened his pace and disappeared into the gap in the igloo. Uriel was left standing there, listening to the broken rope crackling against the stone wall.
"Princess's wedding?" What did he do?" Sauron was extremely curious.
"A political wedding should be recorded in your mind. 'Victor' and...hell. The truth is quite complicated anyway." The apprentice didn't want to mention the murder, let alone how history records falsehoods. "Perhaps Parsur is right, they are not from the same group."
The ring no longer interrupts. "Do you think the master loves her?"
Uriel couldn't tell. Compared to Parsul, the mentor is a complete mystery. His views on things are unique and his thoughts are unpredictable. As for the troubled saint, her thoughts are not difficult to guess, and they are especially clear in the eyes of outsiders like the apprentice. She still considers Joey her knight...and even her enemy. She uses him, and he desires her, and this desire is not pure. What stands between the two is by no means a thin piece of paper, but a past that is difficult to eliminate and a future that cannot be expected. Unless they can face each other with their naked souls, the conflicts and confrontations will never end.
But if one day comes, they will not be complete with each other.
"I finally understand why this memory left such a deep impression on him." The more the apprentice thought about it, the more messed up he felt, and he couldn't help but feel a stomachache. He had never experienced such trouble in his own romantic affairs. "For God's sake, I'd better not get involved in their affairs."
"It's rare that you have self-awareness in your mind," Ring agreed.
But he didn't expect that he would pull away too late.
Smoke rose from the pile of rocks. The room was empty, no one was around. The mentor glanced at the campfire, and Uriel followed him, realizing that he was actually counting the firewood. It was impossible for the entire firewood to be burned in the short time they left... However, unfortunately, not to mention the firewood, there was not even a blanket missing in the house.
When he quickened his pace and trudged closer, the instructor suddenly turned around and grabbed his collar: "You let her go?"
"Think about it carefully, I can really do this kind of thing." Uriel knew that he was in a mess now. "Palsur is missing?"
"Fabouti's people saw her on the stairs."
"ladder?"
"Where you came down. Damn, you put the rope back on?"
Uriel shook his head in denial. But there seems to be something wrong with this: "Did you cut the rope?"
The instructor glanced at him and said nothing. This has always been his default approach, and it hasn't changed in a thousand years.
"Don't tell me, this is all your efforts." Uriel muttered.
"She has gone crazy. Tying her up will only irritate her."
"For the sake of the gods, don't you have a less intense way of getting along with each other?" Uriel said unhappily, "Besides, I see Parsul is doing well, so why do you think she's crazy?"
“Religion can make people mad.”
Is it? "We all know the real reason." A room at the rear suddenly rumbled and trembled, and Uriel turned around and rushed over. "Ask me, Joey? I'm on her side now. If you are willing to give up, it doesn't seem to have any impact." He said this.
The instructor hesitated for a few seconds before following him with a frown. His hesitation was like the strong wind on the snowfield, lingering but unwilling to stop. Uriel is well aware of the difference between mentors and ordinary people. If you want him to go north, you have to tell him to go south. Although his demands are often very different from those of ordinary people, obedience is obviously not among them.
When they arrived at the center of the earthquake, the igloo collapsed and a giant hand stretched out. Another frost giant appears in the dream. The man had a distended belly, sparse hair, and gray, wrinkled skin. It raised a few eyebrows and glanced down at them.
"Have you seen Parsur?" Joey spoke before Uriel.
"Who?" This person's voice was slightly gentler than that of Fabuti, but he was taller.
"The green elf who travels with me."
"Isn't he right next to you?"
The instructor said sullenly: "It's not him."
"Then I didn't see it. You little people are all the same, there is no difference."
"It's too far off," the apprentice muttered.
"Didn't you say you saw her on the stairs?"
"My little daughter said it. Her roof was broken, and she woke up to look for you. Mars told her you were over there."
"He got the wrong person!"
The fat-bellied frost giant bent down and came closer to observe them. Uriel felt the frosty breath rushing towards his face and could hardly open his eyes. "Uh, it's you, Joey, you're here. It looks like that."
The instructor couldn't bear it anymore and slapped it on the forehead as big as a millstone. "Where are the Mars people?"
"Maybe he fell asleep. His roof is not broken." After saying that, the big guy looked at them longingly. Uriel protected his face, tried his best to keep his eyes open, and watched it shrink its shoulders and get back into the house. Without thinking, Joey quickly manipulated the ice bricks to stack up and fill the gap again.
Yuri suddenly felt that he had no doubts about why his mentor could stay in the Ice Sea Tribe.
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