"Mars isn't here."
As they walked along the edge of the rock wall and across knee-deep snow, a girl named Sule came to report the news. She claimed to be Farbuti's sister, but Uriel didn't dare to believe it. The fundamental reason is that this girl actually looks only one head taller than them, and she is slender and looks like a girl.
She noticed Uriel's gaze: "I am an elemental creature, so I don't necessarily have to be tall. You have to respect my personal preferences." She even has a normal personality.
"I don't care about your hobbies." Joey didn't give the apprentice a chance to speak. "Apart from him, you have no trace of Parsul?"
"She is not an ordinary person. Most of the people in the tribe cannot detect her existence. You are her companion. If you think about it carefully, you might be able to guess where she is going." Su Lai told them.
"Your tribe is not as big as the village! There is no need to hide here."
"Then why are you anxious?"
The instructor shut his mouth, walked around her, and disappeared without looking back. Uriel had to stay and apologize to Su Lai so that the subsequent questioning could proceed normally. And when she returned, he found that he had been completely thrown away by his mentor. This isn't the first time. The White Envoy did the same thing when he was in Winnivas.
"Something's not right," Mr. Ring reminded, "He should be hiding something."
"Nedia recognizes you, Sauron." Uriel said softly. "She is obviously connected to the tower... I guess the mentor is the same."
"Is there any need to emphasize this? He is the White Messenger of the Tower』
"Not yet. Du Yilin - a tower messenger - was also chasing them. No matter what the future holds, he and Chloe are not on the same front at the moment."
"But why are you mentioning the demon leader?" Sauron asked dully.
"I suspect that he is still in contact with other people. And those people." The apprentice organized his words, "Most of them have bad intentions towards Parsuer. Alas, I'm afraid they are the nightingales who are chasing after him." He frowned . "I can't tell."
"……What's the meaning? ” The ring was extremely surprised, “I thought...” But it stopped at this point. "It seems that the master has not changed much from now."
Uriel didn't want to hear "so it seems." After all, the mentor never promised anything to Parsur, but she almost died for her purpose. On the topic of oracles and guidance, if I were a true missionary, I might have some advice...but what else? The apprentice realizes that you can't change anything in their fight.
"If no one supports the mentor, it means that Parsul's ceremony cannot be successful, and the empire no longer cares about their whereabouts." Uriel picked up his train of thought and continued, "After all, she is the Saint of Blue and has an extraordinary status. . If nothing else, Nadia is probably trying to take advantage of this."
"But Parsur himself won't be obedient, will he?" She has her own ideas
"The ceremony should be her only chance."
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Uriel knew that Parsur had many enemies. Chief among them is the Aurenia Empire, which is undoubtedly the source of it all, and the Knights of Silversong are its minions. In addition, there is also the struggle between the Templar Wizard and Saint Valoran. The conflict between the two parties lies in the mysterious knowledge she obtained from the stone tablet. Gauta Croy seemed to have no intention of intervening in her actions, but Nadia, the president of the Origin Society, was entangled with the astrologers. The legends of the gods... "I think the breakthrough point is Parsur."
"But she disappeared after you left"
"It doesn't matter. I'm not surprised she would be like this." Uriel couldn't pretend that he knew nothing about it. "I chose to side with her before, so I went to the tutor to stall for time."
"Damn!" I thought you really didn't plan to... What's going on? Who are you, the green elf? 』
"If Parsul is really the Blue Saint who signed the Holly Agreement, then I can't possibly recognize her."
"There is no record of her in the tower"
Maybe astrologers don't care about such trivial matters. The exiled Saint is not as useful as the guild's "Storm" Stiana, whose only remaining value comes from Heather's mysterious knowledge. In any case, measuring a person by value may be too one-sided, but it is the default standard when people get along. In the face of such a size as the mysterious organization, what influence can personal feelings have on it?
But for Uriel, Parsur was more than just a phantom in a dream. "She helped me a lot here." Instead, it was the instructor who always caused trouble.
Mr. Ring was certainly not satisfied with his answer. "If you think about it carefully, I'm lucky that you didn't tell me because 'she's a good person'"
Fortunately, Uriel found Joey quickly, otherwise his sarcasm would have continued.
A large bush of brown bushes grows in front of the steps, and green vines climb on the edge of the cliff, seeming to announce the first invasion of life into this gray world. Joey looked up at Bingyan, looking a little dazed. In the Ice Sea Tribe, plants can only be the mysterious creations left by Parsur.
"Is she up there?" Uriel raised his voice and asked in the cold wind.
The mentor's fingers rested on the hilt of his sword. "No. Someone else."
"Uh, what do you mean? Who else could it be?"
"Witch." He pointed to a circle of marks on the ridge, where the peeling frost formed a wheel-shaped ring. If a climber wears an emblem on his chest, a scar matching its shape will be left on the ice rock. "It seems that Chuyuan woman is not determined to give up."
"Witches related to the Order?"
"They're almost a litter of rabbits."
Reasonable choice. Uriel understood that if there were no witches to help form the association, the water fairy Kamaria would have cleared the first source out of Alanwo.
Now, the apprentice is sure to deny the speculation that Joey is connected with the Imperial Nightingale, but the identity of the visitor arouses new curiosity in him. "Nediya pursues divine relics, why are you keeping an eye on her?"
The instructor doesn’t know either. "Maybe she feels like she's losing money." He grabbed the branch...
...But there was no movement for a long time. The vines swayed gently in the air, sweeping away flakes of snow. Joey raised his head, the moist mist frosting his face. Uriel felt the magic of the ice and snow flowing with his breath, and needless to say, he was ready for a fight. The apprentice immediately became wary, fearing that his mentor would first consider dealing with him, the uninvited guest who was supposed to be an outsider. After all, such a development is not without precedent.
"How about I make some room for you first?" Uriel said.
Joey frowned. "What?"
"What else? Am I bothering you?" Uriel felt something was wrong, "You seem like you don't want to go."
"You really want to go up and have a look." The instructor did not answer him directly.
"There is a high probability that Parsuer will meet the witch, which is exactly what you want."
The instructor said nothing.
"Do you really think this is effective?" Uriel raised his voice, "Without you, she would not be able to come to Kamaria, let alone the Ice Sea Tribe. Without you, she would be caught by the Silver Song Knights and captured by the wizard. Now you think that without you, she can't resist the witch's obstruction and can only return to the tribe?" The cold wind seemed to be stronger, Uriel insisted. "We all know! What kind of person Parsur is. She won't give up."
"Shut up! This son of a bitch is not human at all." Joey snapped. "She should have learned a lesson. In the end, this has nothing to do with you. Get out of here, you little brat! If you don't understand Whatever she is facing, just keep silent. Otherwise, I will twist off your head and throw it over the cliff!"
His anger startled the apprentice. "Since you are so anxious-"
"Shut your mouth." The mentor's voice became strangely calm, and at the same time, Uriel felt a sharp gaze that pierced his back. The apprentice suddenly realized that if he said one more word, Joey would stab him with a knife. He is not my mentor.
After he left, Sauron dared to show his face. "Hell, I thought he was going to do it"
Uriel's feelings were deeper than that. The dream gave an early warning that perhaps not even Ms. Mabel could hold him back. "I hit a point of disagreement."
"Your choice of words is too unprofessional" Zhi Huan asked him to explain.
"Let's put it this way, today's dreams are made up of memories, but he himself is not happy to have everything proceed step by step." Uriel told it, "Otherwise, dreams would not exist. Dreams are also a reflection of desire... Once Touch his conflicting emotions, and the dream may go off track.”
"Trajectory?" There is no destiny in dreams"
"That's right. Everything in memory is doomed. This is the source of the contradiction."
"Are you talking about the master?" Judging from the performance in the dream, the master attaches great importance to the green elf, including her safety. He wanted to protect her, but he backed down at this moment," Sauron pointed out.
The apprentice also couldn't figure it out: "I guess he wants Parsuer to quit before the difficulties, but the problem is that she is no stranger to difficulties. Using a witch as a threat? It is really unreasonable."
"You have your reasons"
Uriel blinked and did not answer. After all, the mentor at this moment is not Bai Zhizhi... Regarding the logic of his behavior, the apprentice has other speculations. "Anyway, there is no need for him to sacrifice his life for Parsur. Maybe that's what he thinks."
"Do you think the master regrets it?"
"It's hard to say." Since coming into contact with the mysterious realm, Uriel has never been able to guess the messenger's thoughts, but it may not be difficult for Joey to see through it now.
Fear can mess with the human mind, but connecting Joy to it was something Uriel could never have imagined. He looked at the swaying vines and gradually realized that his heart was filled with a familiar emotion. "Although it is human nature to cherish life, at the border... well, now that things have happened, I don't want him to do this." The apprentice confided.
"It's just a dream" Ring's attitude was unmoved at all, "You're disappointed too soon"
"You have your reasons." Uriel tried to cheer up. I guess they are not the same person.
"Let's think differently. If the master goes to find Parsur, will the dream unfold as usual?」
Uriel froze on the spot.
…
This is the chill coming from the ground, brewing and growing among the earth and rocks, erupting from the rock gaps, and lingering under the night sky. Creatures on the frozen tundra are qualified to experience this kind of cold, but Parsur comes from the northern forest, a child of Silver Creek and Green Leaves, so Heather uses winter as her trial.
She is about to pass the test.
The wind and snow were insignificant, and the cold moonlight became soft and warm. Pain is just an illusion, just like human perception of hot and cold only comes from temperature differences. When fire is integrated with nature, severe cold and heat will disappear from life. Parsour didn't know what that felt like.
But she was completely unafraid. Heather is calling me and He needs me. Those legends and songs, those rumors and whispers of the past...oh, the past no longer belongs to me. This is a new beginning.
"My God asked me to do this," she confided impulsively to the night sky. Somehow it becomes very difficult to contain the emotions. "Because I have nothing and I'm not afraid of losing it."
She didn't expect a response from the gods, but human voices came from the wind and snow. "That's not the right thing to say."
Parsur turned around and caught a glimpse of his shadow among the snowy cliffs under the moon. Judging from the outline, this was no stranger. what is the relationship? All will be strangers. Heather treats everyone equally.
"If you have nothing, it means I was wasting my time." The visitor declared.
"As far as I know, Templar wizards are always wasting their time. Your experiments are out of reach."
"I can't say that." The shadow squirmed. Bernard Sterling took a few steps at random, as if sensing the presence or absence of limbs. "After all, in terms of divine grace, three gods are better than one, right?"
Mortals are not worthy to point their fingers at the gods. "You will never understand. Wizards and Templars are two different things, and sooner or later they will have to compete. You lack reverence for the gods, Sterling."
The wizard did not appear. The Ice Tribe was too far away from Malandeno to feel as at ease as they did in Mortus. Parsul recognized his witchcraft after Nadia shared the knowledge of the Mercury Temple. She stared at his shadow, wondering if it was a complete prey.
"The wild gods are not worthy of fear." The wizard didn't care about her accusation. After all, they didn't even respect their own three gods, let alone Heather? "You have gone too far, Lady Saint. Kamaria is the end."
"Tell me your purpose, and I will decide the destination." She was ready to negotiate.
"Let me put it this way, the Empire is more than happy to dismantle her enemies from within. If the radical faction of St. Valoran - those forest races who betrayed you - learn of your location, I have no doubt they will stop at nothing to come and take your life. .”
My people wouldn't be so stupid. "You want chaos?"
"My Majesty so commands."
"Things will not always go as he wishes." Parsur warned, "It makes no sense for you to assume that I will obey your emperor."
"To be honest, he has never considered your ideas. Your Majesty has left this matter to me, and you know how to impress me." His words did not sound like a threat. "The basis of the transaction is the will of both parties, Lady Saint. To you, the betrayer's secret is nothing but a trivial surface. As for Heather and the life he represents, which you really care about." Shadow spread his hands to show sincerity. . "We Qiu have done nothing wrong."
"You let us go?" She almost laughed.
"I am not the only one. The church also made this decision, including the monks who you said are 'different' from us." The shadow of the wizard told her, "Even if your ritual is completed, it will not affect the situation, so no one will hinder you, Pa Ersur.”
"What if I went back to the forest and took my power back?"
Bernard touched the edge of his cloak. "Naturally, Your Majesty has considered this possibility, but your strength alone is not enough to fight against the Silver Song Knights, and the elves under you will not obey you. They want revenge, and you can only bring about compromise again... Shengwa Roland doesn’t want compromise, peace, or surrender—especially not you, Blue Saint Parsour.” His shadow grinned. "Or are you willing to turn the butcher knife first on your opponents?"
She pretended the words meant no harm to her. "I thought the compromise in the forest was something you would be happy to see."
"Your attitude is irrelevant. The size of the empire is far greater than that of the forest races, and your majesty's goal is the entire Knox. Starting from the Blue Forest..."
"Then Alain Wo?"
"And then there's Alainvo."
"You have a very long-term plan. And when things come to a close, you ask me for help?" Parsul asked.
"I'm proposing a deal to you," the wizard corrected. "By the way, I have made a lot of concessions. Joey was originally a member of the Silver Song Knights, and now he is in your hands. Is that true?"
"I was about to ask you. When you proposed the deal, the Silver Song Knights also sent knights. I'm afraid they are not here to convey their sincerity."
The shadow moved, seemed to be pacing. He turned to the edge of the cliff and stopped only when he was just one step away from stepping into the abyss. "His Royal Highness the Prince has the power to deal with his subordinates, and I have no way to interfere." He spread his hands indifferently, "Maybe I need him, maybe not. It depends on the outcome of the transaction. In other words, you can also decide his fate. "
"And I can interfere more than you think," Parsour said. "They all lost their lives."
"who?"
"The Silversong Knights are chasing. One of the children is your Nightingale, right? His only mission is to deliver the Bible to me." But he himself knew nothing about it...
"It has nothing to do with me." Bernard lowered his tone angrily, "The Knights of Silver Song are His Majesty's personal guards, and Rego is responsible for conveying His Majesty's personal will." He changed the subject. "You mean the Bible? The water fairy's divine relic is now in the hands of the 'victor'."
Unbeknownst to him, Parsur noticed. In this case, there is no need for her to provide information to the other party. "That's Veronka's instruction." The target of the Silver Song Knight is her knight, indicating that the Bible is not for me. What's the point?
"The Silver Song Knights are His Majesty's most loyal knights, his blade and shield. All their actions are to safeguard the Emperor's authority." Sterling told her, "Over the years, only Joey is a special case. His presence makes the 'winners' suspicious."
But other Silver Song Knights wouldn't think so much. Parsul recalled the days of Mortus, and even the Holly Agreement, when the Silversong Knights wore the same armor, lined up and marched in uniform, and she couldn't tell the difference between "special cases"... In a sense, There is really no difference between them, they are all my enemies.
Besides, there is another reason. She spoke calmly: "I have one more request. Bogart and Rego died for his wishes. Please pass the news to the 'victor'."
"Since my research has progressed, it's hard to say what I can expect, but his expression may be an exception." The wizard sighed. "It seems like it costs nothing to promise you."
"Me too." Parsul blinked, "Do I need a contract to prove it?"
"To be honest, breaking the contract will do you no good. And I don't trust Chuyuan's promise either."
"Indeed. Perhaps someone can vouch for you."
"Who is so tolerant?"
"Let's understand each other's status, how about Joey?"
If he heard this, he might turn around and throw himself into a trap. Parsur thought. "I'll pass it on to him."
The strong wind blew the clouds and covered the moon. Parsur didn't move or stare at the shadow. When she opened her eyes, the silhouette of Bernard Sterling had melted into her feet. An unpleasant tingling ran across her skin as the fire sprang to life, fighting against the invading magic.
Promises were indeed unreliable, they both knew that, and it was a pity to pass up the great opportunity to leave her alone. Sterling attempts to numb her with peaceful means and proposes a deal. He actually didn't have to work so hard. Without the protection of the knight, her mystery is unable to resist the invasion of black magic...but Parsuer has his own support.
"Go south." "The voice repeated softly, "Go south, the end is ahead. Go south, go, go, go—"
The Broken Moon reappeared, and the bone-like silver light filled her body. At the same time, Parsur heard a scream from the wizard.
Short and sweet. She felt comfortable all over.
"What...?" Bernard yelled angrily, "It's not the difference in mystery, your fire...hell, you put a divine relic into your brain?" The outline of the shadow was crumbling.
"What an ingenious idea." Parsul couldn't hold back his smile. "Perhaps I will consider it. But in fact, it won't cost much to deal with you. I have laid many traps in Kamaria, for Nadia and Du Erin, the witch, and even Rhaego." She crushed the ice holding the projection with her foot. "But Sterling, you're the only one who fell for it."
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