She lost herself.
Feelings aren't fuzzy, in fact, they're even more responsive than before. Parsul saw the faint moonlight refracted all the way from outside the ice cave, a drop of blood splashed on the stone and frozen into pearls, and the white bone-like cone of frost that spread over the top of his head. The wind blew sharply through the gaps.
But they were originally shrouded in silence. Silence and the echo of the knight's breath. Until the scream in her head occupied her hearing. But things have changed. Although the noise continued, the small sounds in the environment also had a sense of presence. Could it be that I'm used to it? If you look carefully, you can hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground between the whispers. Parsur, who had been forty yards away from the cave's opening, now seemed to have the whole world pressed against her face.
Big mistake. When Parsur finally focused her attention on her eyes, she immediately saw herself. The nature elf was curled up at her knees, tightly wrapped in thick fur, like a bulky bear cub. I actually thought I could play the role of a nightingale with this outfit. An opening tore the leather on the chest, and dark red plasma soaked the lower abdomen, sticking and filling the gap, and then spilled onto the skirt. The knight was probably still holding her hand, and still holding the hilt of the knife. Parsur's other hand dropped into a pool of blood, and the cold wind blew, and the skin slowly froze.
Parsul realized that she was sharing Joey's senses.
We are indistinguishable, she thought. The rash conclusion is slightly fallacious. What the knight saw and heard was at hand for her to use, but she could not interfere, just like fire could not affect matter, and there seemed to be a lack of magic as a medium between the two. Normally, this is not a big problem, after all, most mortals come here this way... But if there is a way to remind him now, Parsul is willing to pay any price.
"What do you want, Joey?" someone said in her voice, "I can give it to you."
"Don't go forward," the knight repeated in a low voice. She wished she could see him.
"Stay, and we will die in the valley," the voice told him. "Stay, and you will be surrounded by ice, snow, and frost giants for the rest of your life."
The vision became brighter, and Parsur felt his eyes widen, his pupils dilating to capture more light. "What's wrong with that?" he asked.
"The Ice Sea Tribe was a mistake. Their existence is too low-level. I promised you better. Are you willing to tie your soul to the snow mountain and never be able to leave? What does this mean?" it sighed.
Not what you promised. But Parsour couldn't figure out how to do it himself. This should be Heather's task. He asked me to bring him here, but He did not allow me to do it myself...Suicide of a Heather believer is a kind of blasphemy, and the ritual must be completed by a guide. Parsur has lost his leader and even his entire tribe, and now only his enemies are willing to help. I have no choice.
The voice continued to linger: "Perhaps you will be willing. After all, this is not without precedent. In Mortus, you have sold your soul to others. There is no shame in compromising to survive. Saint Valoran thus preserved the fire. "
Waves of emotion surged through Parsur's heart. These words evoked the knight's memories, and she couldn't help but taste them carefully, and found that most of them were filled with anger, anxiety, impulse, and regret, but there was also a brief moment of joy. There are even moments where he enjoys a sense of tranquility and zen. She tried her best to observe these feelings, but she couldn't stay out of them.
The perspective shifts to darkness. The knight lowered his head. "We have nowhere else to go." He stared at Parsur's body: "I tell you... I told you... It's not that I want to kill him. It's just that you should know the truth."
"But you regret it again."
The knight didn't answer, but Parsur knew that the other man was right. Elber's death was planned by MacAdam, and the transfer of the crown caused civil strife from top to bottom, affecting everyone from the capital's government to the subordinate tribes outside the country. St. Valoran was forced to bear the blame, while Parsur lost her position as a saint and left her hometown to live in exile in the enemy's country. She still remembers the silent Cang Zhimin when she said goodbye.
"But it's not your fault." The voice said, "You were just a mortal at that time and couldn't resist the survival instinct. To be honest, there would be others if you didn't take action. Bernard Sterling knew every part of the conspiracy. Details, when necessary, he will also become the emperor's blade. Why should I blame you, Joey? We are the same kind of people. Feel free to regret it, my knight, it is better than listening to others complain about your fate under the tombstone. I dare say 'someone else' is probably the damn wizard."
It would convince him, Parsour thought, I could never say such a thing. This is a lie. Although she has never been afraid of lies, it is one thing to seduce and imply, and it is another thing to speak freely.
The knight blinked slowly. Other than that, he remained motionless, as if all his last strength was in his fingers clenching the handle of the knife. "Now 'someone else' is you?"
"Isn't this the way we fall in love?" the voice in my head said with a smile, "We can't get closer except by hurting each other." This is actually true. "But I am different from the Orenians. They impose their identity, name and even honor on you without any reason, but ask you to exchange your soul. I know that they can give you many things, but they will not sell you choices. .”
"What, you plan to expand the market?"
"Listen to me, Joey, everything is different. Since you abandoned your freedom in Mortus, I will bring it back to you."
But freedom was too avant-garde a concept, and the knight dismissed it. "To hell with it, you promised more. Do you think I care about your promise?" He tilted his head. "I won't go any further... We can't leave now, so why bother. Your ceremony ends here."
"If the ceremony is interrupted, many people will die."
Whoever is speaking in my voice knows Joey better than I do, Parsour thought. She never hid the purpose of the ritual because her fellow travelers simply didn't care. It would be nice for anyone to die, and the knight would probably be happy to see it happen. "Oh. Death has his hands full."
"Do you really think so? Do Bogart and Rego have equal weight in your eyes?"
"Only they are not a threat to you. They are dead long ago, I know it very well." When Joey said this, Parsul felt the pain again. Anger and hate. The two are as inseparable as she and the knight are at this moment.
"What about Steanna? Where's the Guardian Brown Ear? You don't actually want to kill Dui Lin, do you? She is Steanna's friend, but if she threatens her even slightly, she will die at your hands."
The knight didn't respond. He really regrets it, Parsour noticed with surprise, but he never mentioned it to me. We all have secrets. The person who spoke actually knew more than her. Did it really not understand Joey? Parsour was beginning to feel uncertain.
The voice seemed to prove it to her. "You are still a Silver Song Knight, remember?" The perspective suddenly rotated. "You once had the illusion that you were one of them. You felt that the identity of Nightingale was not an obstacle, especially during the war. Most of these feelings were brought to you by your enemies." Orenya and Cangzhi Mori's battle lasted for more than ten years, and it didn't take that long for Joey to join the Silver Song Knights. It provoked him.
"You haven't thought about losing the badge, have you? Just like I haven't forgotten Saint Valorin."
Parsur felt his breath stop. Intense anger surged into his chest. "Shut your mouth." The knight suddenly warned, "Otherwise you will regret it."
"We still have a common enemy." But the other party kept talking. "Bernard Sterling, as the carrier of orders, is hated and cursed by you. But you also need him. At least his orders are easier. He just intends to use your soul to create new results and use your efforts as an experiment. Variables, betting your future on ridiculous tests and conjectures...and then handing it over to the Emperor. Compared to the murder of the late Emperor Elber, these requirements do not seem unbearable."
The knight gritted his teeth. Parsur heard an unbearable hiss coming from his mouth.
"Orders are what you hate, Joey. Especially conflicting orders. MacAdam is a qualified emperor who has reached the pinnacle of conspiracy, but he will make mistakes. Do you know? This man is the original, born Then you have the key to the end of mystery.”
"He has no need to pursue power. He is the emperor."
"If you ask me, that's why. Mike's mistake was that he trusted too much in the mysterious power. The contract made him sure that you would not betray, and in fact, he was right. Others knew this, and they were taking advantage of you. contract."
The heartbeat seemed to be reviving. "They want you alive," the knight repeated. "The best I can do is this." You planned to kill me in Mortus, but now you compromised for my temporary safety.
The voice chuckled softly. "Only when I am alive can the achievements of the wizard be realized. Only when I am alive can the mystery have no end. The empire sends pursuers and assassins, and a team to die; the Origin Society sends guides, friendly assistance and snowy fields. passes to increase our odds of success. You see? Everybody is pushing, everybody is helping us.”
success. Probability, Parsour thought. Do they know my purpose, the oracle of Heather? They want to see me succeed…
"Help you? Are you stupid?" The knight frowned.
"My ritual will bring them a new world, dear Joey. They need me, probably far more than you do. But I don't care what they think. I belong to you, and we belong to each other."
The knight did not understand its meaning. Parsul could feel his confusion. In the final analysis, he didn't care about the new world. He didn't even understand the mysterious road deeply. There is no need for Nightingale to delve into knowledge, let alone the knowledge of a foreign race. For Joey, knowing the common language is the limit, and the magic text is too beyond the scope. "You said His Majesty wanted to spare your life?" He thought it was ridiculous. "Sterling approached you, but his conditions were totally useless."
"Exactly. You don't have to listen to him. I am the end of mystery, I am the door to heaven. I am everything to you. Follow me, and all obstacles will be help."
you are not. Parsul's heartbeat gradually fell back to a weak range, but the heat was still swirling in his heart. This time, she felt her own anger. You are not, you are not me! Who are you?
"Now that you say so, that country is probably not a good place to go."
"No matter what I say, words can't convince you." The laughter pierced the spirit. Parsur endured a headache, but the irritation caused only slight discomfort to the knight. "There is only a little distance left. Since you are unwilling to continue, I will come to see you in person before the gate falls."
The heartbeat reached its peak. Joey also noticed the abnormality without Parsul's reminder. He subconsciously glanced at the corpse's eyes, but there was no response from their gazes. "Come in person? Who are you?"
"Someone to keep you company along the way," it chuckled. "The person who fights fate for you. It's not just this journey, Joey, I've been with you every minute. It's a sad and short time, but it's your whole life."
"You are just my fantasy!"
"Don't doubt me, Joey, you've always heard my voice, haven't you? We're not strangers. In Mortus, in Marandeno, by Elber's body, even in Bernal In de Stirling's witchcraft." No wonder he never noticed. It fit into his life, in the most logical way. Parsur felt horrified. "I am not a fantasy, not an order from the Emperor, not a projection of fear, and certainly not an oracle from Heather. He has long since left Knox. You and Parsur have your own gods...remember? I promised to give You live forever.”
"...Maybe I'm crazy." Parsul felt Joey's panic. She understood this very well, because she only had this emotion. But the difference is that the knight made a decision in an instant.
He whipped out his knife.
…
A strange throbbing penetrated his body, and he couldn't help but drop the quill. The attendant looked up blankly, wondering whether he should change the letter paper for the emperor. Mike waved his hand: "Get out!" The kid was about to run away, but he changed his mind. "Wait a minute, let the Prime Minister come over and tell me I'm waiting for him at the Whispering Tower."
When he picked up the pen again, Mike threw the contaminated letter into the fireplace. The flames rose, the smoke turned yellow, and unspeakable anxiety spread. He felt carefully and found that the tentacles of the fire touched the barrier.
Needless to say what the problem is, among the chess pieces still alive in his hand, only Joey is the most unstable. The emperor considered taking measures to avoid missing the opportunity and teach the opponent to return to a state where he could not be disturbed. But it will take time for the Prime Minister to arrive...
His consideration totaled less than three seconds. The fire burned fiercely, and the consciousness drove the mysterious arrival, catching the rope floating in the mind.
…
When he returned to the body, Parsur had not yet reacted. The laughter disappeared, and only the slight sound of friction occupied the ears. She felt like she was being dragged along by someone who was walking hard, as if they were carrying the weight of the world on their backs. A twisted blood line stretched out on the smooth ice. "Joy?" The voice was so low that she couldn't even hear it.
Parsul didn't expect a response, but the knight's senses were sharp, and she had experienced it firsthand. "I pulled the knife out," he told her. "Your ritual attracted something else."
"That knife is indeed crucial."
"It's fucking stuck in your heart!" This was the key point that he cared about... Things could have been more serious, the ceremony was interrupted, and I was killed. "But it's worth trying."
"That's it. I'm alive."
"That's because I didn't let go."
"Your intuition saved my life."
The knight was dragging Parsur with his injured hand, her wound pressing against his. They've almost grown together. The vitality flowed continuously into her body.
"The Poem of the Ring." Parsul said softly, "This is a magic from the stone tablet. It can share life and delay the treatment of fatal injuries."
"It seems it's hard for you to die."
"Don't be so sure. Your vitality is not infinite."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"No time. Something is coming." The most important thing is that the "Poetry of the Ring" has exhausted her magic power. I'm afraid I'll die here. "Let me go."
The knight had dragged her to the exit. The strong wind almost blew him back. Fortunately, the Cavaliers lowered their focus in time. "Did you hear that?"
"That's not Heather," Parsour murmured. She could no longer feel the cold. The sky seems brighter, as if the sun is out and about in winter. "It deceived us."
"Only you. I told you so!"
"I will listen to you in the next life, Joey." I should have known better that you would always choose me. Unfortunately it was too late. "Let me go."
"Then the magic is interrupted?" the knight asked.
"It doesn't matter. The Ice Sea Tribe is a mysterious place, and it will preserve my will." Preserve it forever. It was better than having your head hung on a stick in the garden, Parsour recalled when he was still in Mortus. "You don't want to end up like this, do you? Then escape by yourself."
"Don't think you know what I think. Damn it, sew up the opening on your chest." The knight squeezed Parsur's wrist hard, and his strength made her bones ache. "Whatever it is, I'll kill it if it dares to come. While it's still quiet, use your only usefulness." He pulled her stubbornly. "Are you stupid?"
"My magic power is exhausted." These words seemed to admit that he was of no use at all, but Parsuer told the truth. It is now a desperate situation. In fact, the trip was a scam and someone facilitated it. And she didn't realize it. So what if we survive? Heather never saved her. Maybe she would have died at the hands of Joey in Mortus...
The knight looked down at her. His eyes looked as if her brain had grown on her chest and had just been pierced by a knife. He didn't know whether it was her fault or whether he had struck too hard. "Find out the effects of your magic for me, you brainless fool! Use my magic too."
"...Joy? I really love you!" Damn it. Maybe he was right in his assessment. Parsur immediately took action.
The cold magic circulates in the body, but the mysterious effect has nothing to do with the nature of the power. Under the control of fire, blood vessels are quickly sutured, muscles grow, and skin scabs. She had never used magic so neatly before. "You are about to cross the ring steps." She realized in surprise. In this way, the situation is not without hope. Nightingale cannot catch up with us, and escape is possible. She turned to tending to his injuries.
However, he was rejected. "Get away from me." The knight withdrew his hand. The blood scab tore open, and she winced in pain.
"What to do? Reducing the injury can restore the efficiency of the fire. You can't just save magic power."
"Magic has a range. I thought it was far enough..."
"Scope?" Parsul didn't understand, "What do you think?"
…
"He means." The emperor said to the glass, "If you don't cure him, you still have a chance to escape. After all, your legs are not what you want."
Mike was slightly looking forward to the other person's expression. Anyway, this woman has caused me a lot of trouble. "McAdam." The Elf Saint bit her lips. Sadly, her expression gradually returned to calm. "I thought it was Sterling."
"I am his emperor."
"Still, keep the knife in your own hands. You won't trust him completely."
The weather seemed to change according to her mood. The wind stopped, the snow stopped pouring, and at the end of the canyon was a mirror-like frozen lake. In the picture projected on the glass, they had passed through the cave.
The night sky here is actually brighter than in Marandeno. The stars are bright, like a long silver river, flowing into the Antarctic of the world. Astrologers believe that the moon rises from the ice sea in the south, and every time it falls, it returns to the starting point from the underground world. Mike didn't know if the tower was watching. The throne of the empire was changing, and the power of the cabinet was being shuffled. Croyta and the astrologers in it all had nothing to do with each other. They were talking nonsense in the court about the damn star trails and astronomical weather. G.
Unless I bring Starry Sky into the fold, Mike thought, they won't really care about business.
One day will come soon. Alan Wo can't stop him, not even it and the original Saint Valoran combined... As long as everything goes according to plan.
"Obviously, Joey can't tell you this." The emperor observed the translucent night sky. It's been rainy in Marandeno recently, but it's been sunny in Alainvo. "I have restrained his behavior. Secrecy is second only to obedience and is the second level standard for contract fulfillment. It seems that the mysterious knowledge of your forest race may be unique."
"You are manipulating his behavior, not controlling his will. Ordinary contracts cannot do this."
The emperor did not expect that she cared about this. "About contracts and witchcraft, you know as little about them as I have faced Heather's tricks." But since the other party didn't plan to escape again, he was willing to delay. The contract was reconnected, and Joey was preparing magic, but he was stuck in an inextricable state of hesitation, so Mike had no choice but to urge.
Finally he succeeded. "Besides, there is a stronger connection than a contract... Oregna is not Saint Valoran, the saint. I am his emperor, and he swore his loyalty to me. You place your expectations on this bastard. It's really a shame. Daydreaming.”
Parsul turned a deaf ear: "Is it a biblical contract? Or something else?" Frost climbed onto her body.
The emperor frowned. The magic was in effect, and he had never prepared to be questioned stupidly by a loser in this damn place. But before taking action, he also had questions that needed to be answered. "How did you hide him?" Mike asked.
"I didn't hide it." The Elf Saint told him, "You have always been able to find him. But your orders were tampered with, your words were twisted, and your contract was covered." She whispered mockingly, "It turns out that you are also subject to He controls.”
"Him?" Mike couldn't help but stand up. He pushed away the chair and slowly approached the glass. The shadow of the candle flame overlapped the face of the Elf Saint, distorting her facial features. Joey grabbed her again, and in an instant, Parsur's shoulders and upper body were frozen.
But she is still alive and can even speak! The emperor opened his eyes wide and took in the miracle of life. "You are a First Source, MacAdam. Contract is your gift." Where did the voice come from?
"So you are also the origin." Uneasiness arose in Mike's heart.
"The original source is a gift from the gods, but it is far from enough." Parsul turned around suddenly. During the friction, the frost fell off, making a terrifying cracking sound. She no longer looked at Joey, but faced McAdam, facing the special perspective formed by magic. The emperor retreated subconsciously. "Oregna is indeed not Saint Valoran, and dictators may be more popular than democracies. But at least we only have one god, and you have three."
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