"She didn't lie," Uriel said.
Della didn't believe it. "Am I lying? What's the point? I just heard it."
"Anyway, there must be a misunderstanding here." The apprentice turned his gaze to the window, "But there is no time to find out. I must leave immediately."
"Aren't you curious?"
To be honest, curiosity is simply one of the elements that make up Uriel as an individual. Maybe this is why my demon profession is "Spiritual Vision". But the reality did not allow him to stay. The Black City in the dream is about to break out. Although the culprit is the secret society, Uriel is sure that the wizards of the school will soon be added. "I must go. As for you, Mademoiselle Della, you cannot stay."
"Could it be that the Council of Light is targeting me?" The psychic looked suspiciously, "I just asked the ghosts, and I didn't do anything illegal."
You can't do it either. "It has nothing to do with the Parliament. The Black City will be very dangerous. I suggest you go find your friends. Patience and Tekapo. The Alliance caravan will trade with local merchants. It will take many days, and they can protect your safety." Uriel said as he pulled the fabric off the loom.
After the ghost Ash accused Della of lying, he fled from the two. She no longer trusts them and does not want to be held hostage by the summoner. Uriel let her hide, since this guy couldn't get out of the mansion anyway. Ghosts always linger in the places where they died, and ghosts awakened by the Soul Mystery are no exception. Otherwise, there would be no need for her to show up again when the apprentice came for her.
The psychic de la Cincena noticed his movements: "What are you doing?"
"Can't you see? It's obvious."
"Stealing Ashe's letter? Are you really a missionary to Gaia?"
"If I say I'm not stealing, will you think I'm a missionary?" Uriel sighed, "No. Della. I just want to find out the truth about the legend to satisfy my curiosity. Look, The sender and recipient of this letter have been dead for a thousand years, indicating that it has lost its value.”
"But Ash...well, I can't channel Darash too. They're all dead. Who's to say otherwise? How are you going to figure out the cause of their deaths, Uriel?"
The apprentice, of course, knew the cause of the Cohens' deaths. The Scroll of Oath confirmed Ashe's words. They did die in this mansion, but he was not sure whether it was the work of someone sent by Luger. "Leave it to the astrologer to judge. This letter is a key item and can reduce the difficulty of divination. Let's go quickly."
"You won't come with me?"
"No. It's not necessary. You go through the back door and find a knight with a black sword. He will take you back to the convoy." If you come with me, you will risk being affected by the Nightingale's attack. Although Della recognized the "theologian", the apprentice did not think that the other party would come after him personally. "I'm going out of town."
Della didn't understand: "The knight with the black sword? How can I find him?"
"No need to look for it. You will meet." Unable to wait any longer, he simply climbed out of the window and landed next to the mailbox. Here, Uriel saw the sky glowing golden, like twilight after rain.
But what really illuminates the field of vision is the countless burning fires in the perception. The Nameless Ones went to war with the Alliance caravan. I didn't expect that even if I escaped from the tower, I would inevitably run into the battlefield.
"Uriel!" Della shouted from the balcony, "Don't leave me." She also saw the strange movement.
"Go from the backyard!" Real flames rose on the other side of the city. Thanks to the topography of Compass Heights, they could see clearly. Uriel began to worry that Della would not be able to wait for help. What if she runs away in fear? What if Lemons doesn't arrive in time? He could only pray that she would obey. "Go quickly!"
The psychic stared at him helplessly for a moment, then turned and ran away from the balcony. There was a thumping sound on the floor in the room. She escaped, indeed through the back door. Maybe she left a little early and didn't meet the paladin captain until the next street. But she will be saved in the end. The apprentice had safely delivered her to the caravan along this route a dozen times, but this time she was just walking by herself.
Uriel was determined to put his thoughts behind him. De La Cincena was still not the most needy person in the city. He drew his sword and hurried westward toward the ferocious fire.
"Nimue!" When he was about to arrive, he saw the outline of the frost giant in the distance. She stood alone in the middle of two forked roads, with a molten alchemical carriage behind her. The steel bars drooped like branches beaten by frost.
The frost giant turned his head. "Uril," she said cheerfully, "I was just looking for you."
Why is she so happy? "Is it the Nameless One?" Uriel felt that she was probably relaxed for a moment. "Where are the others?"
"The Secret Society attacked us," she told her apprentice. "The Lord Paladin has driven back the enemy."
"He's not here," Uriel noticed. This is exactly the same as in the dream.
"He gave up the goods, otherwise the demon would not retreat. These bandits are members of 'Steel and Fire' and never care about the scope of the damage." She pointed to the carriage. In fact, not only were the wreckage of the alchemy carriage, but the surrounding buildings were also in a mess, covered with traces of slashing and burning. "Lord Lemons said that his magic will only make the fire burn brighter, and there is no point in staying to fight it."
Uriel frowned and looked at the carriage: "Give up?"
"The magic protected part of the supplies, but a third of the truck was burned. This is the consensus we have reached. We can't leave things to the robbers." Nimue scratched her head, "But I want to save it."
Steel and fire. Uriel had never heard of this secret society. In fact, the only association he has ever really come into contact with is "Starless Night". This is enough to prove the rarity of the unknown. The war is about to break out. Although the news is still confidential, people are subconsciously preparing for it. The Demon Society in Black City is no exception.
"I'm sorry, Nimue. It seems that I took my leave at the wrong time." Joey's magic was used to extinguish the fire with ease. It's a pity that he was too busy saving the life of a psychic without common sense to care about it at that time. "What else can I do for you?" he asked after putting out the fire.
The frost giant stirred at the ashes. "Maybe we can move these things and join the caravan."
"No, Nimue. Not right now. I need to get out of town as soon as possible."
She put down her arms: "Now? I just want to rest. I don't need help from others to rest. It's the same without your participation."
"Where's the caravan? Where's Lady Patience?"
"They only left a few minutes after you. As for location." She shrugged. "I only know the whereabouts of Baraboo. I sent him to find you for help."
"He must have missed the point." Uriel realized that he had never encountered him in his dream.
"It doesn't matter, the result is the same. Since you are in front of me... I guess he may have gone to Gaia Church to recruit reinforcements. Use the Cross Knight to deal with the devil."
Uriel turned around when he heard this: "School of Silence?"
"I'm talking about the Church of Gaia."
"Going to the school at this moment? It's too dangerous." The apprentice was extremely annoyed, "Could it be that he can't count on others?"
Nimue was surprised: "What's the matter, Uriel? Maybe Barabu is familiar with the local priest..."
"It's not the locals I'm worried about. Damn it. How do I get to the local church?"
The frost giant opened his mouth in confusion and seemed unable to react. She didn't understand why the apprentice's attitude had changed so quickly. Apparently. Because she didn't know how fast the situation was changing now.
"Theologian" Roxanne Toslin just learned Uriel's location from Della's slip of the tongue. He had no doubt that this woman would send a wizard to the Black City to confirm. The Scroll of Oath is bound to me, the Book of Confessions is in the hands of my mentor, the White Messenger, and Gandrias, who made a contract with me as the Pope of Gaia, almost freeing the church from the control of wizards. Even the truth about the death of a law wizard's "tattoo" is inseparable from the apprentice.
For the sake of the mercy of the gods, Uriel couldn't help but think, I thought it would be best for me not to go to the territory of the Silent School again in this life.
The problem was that he didn't tell Baraboo about his quarrel with the church. The pioneers and nightingales of the Silent School have probably rushed to the Black City, and the local church is the best place for them to stay. Our black bear knight would probably rush into the encirclement, thinking he had found reinforcements to resist the demon association.
"Okay. I'll look for it myself." He didn't want to embarrass Nimue anymore, "The goods on the lowest level can indeed be saved. If you stay here, then there will definitely be no problem."
"I have nothing else to do. But you are different." The frost giant whispered in a deafening voice, "I can see that you plan to leave us separately."
"That's it." Uriel admitted, "The efficiency of my colleagues is too low, so I have to say goodbye."
"Then you'd better leave now."
"I will speed up my pace." Finding Baraboo will keep Uriel away from the Alliance and the Radiant Council. "Thanks for the reminder, Nimue."
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"You reminded me too late." York complained. "Who knew that lighting the lamp would attract the attention of the great astrologer? Shouldn't they be discussing family affairs and world peace in the conference hall?"
"We didn't light the lamp." Roma pointed out coldly, "It's just that you - Orange Sita - lifted the cloak."
"It also happened to be in front of a lion man with long golden hair." Dalton added. "The sun in the dark night is nothing more than that."
The little lion subconsciously covered his head.
York couldn't help but smile. "I can imagine how bright it was. Why didn't Sir Helen blink?"
"Maybe we just need you to light up the meeting to discuss world events." The Witch of Destiny taunted. She suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, holding an old lantern in her hand. "York Shayne? That's a perfect name for you." She raised her hand.
Sita blew a breath and lit the lantern with a bang. Flames jump, and subtle light elements flow and gather in the dark night.
"Are we still going to be in confinement, Helen?" the little lion asked pitifully. But Dalton is sure that if it were "Eye of Iron" Larsen here, she would probably have a different tone.
"Are you given a holiday in disguise? No. Your astrology course has been interrupted for a long time, but there will be new subjects after you transfer to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." The witch said, "In my opinion, I will send you to the lounge and hand you over to the commander for discipline. Maybe it will be effective.”
Roma's face turned pale: "Huh?"
"What are you afraid of? It's not like you don't recognize him. For Uriel's sake, he might really be able to teach you."
"No," the little lion muttered, "I don't want to be the Lord Commander's apprentice, Helen."
"Think of Uriel. He's alive and well."
What Dalton remembered was when the Tower Messenger was dragged to the medical department by the White Envoy. Judging from the look on Roma's face, she thought the same thing.
"Becoming a high-level ring within one year." The Witch of Destiny sighed, "It is a miracle. His skills are not inferior to the mystery. The previous commander has never had an apprentice, otherwise we would have promoted the same guidance strategy in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. .”
"Mystic broke the apprentice's ribs? The infirmary will be overcrowded." Sita York muttered. The night elves rarely agreed with him. Although the selection of warriors in the Ashes Temple is equally cruel, it is a necessity for survival. The tower is in the clouds, so there is no need to bother.
"I'm afraid I'm far behind Uriel," Roma whispered. A moment of hesitation crossed her face. "What's more, I almost killed Bai Zhizhi last time."
The witch laughed: "It's not your fault, Roma. You can't influence the situation of the war. You are just a little girl."
"I am Windrunner."
Helen didn't argue with her. "Mysterious profession. Okay, why did you secretly break the door lock of the database? And you also brought a... list of honors." She glanced at the booklet. "It's expired."
"Honorable list?" York always pays attention to the details. You can just ignore his nonsense.
"We're willing to admit defeat," Dalton said. "It was Roma's idea."
So they all looked at the little lion.
"Yes." Roma admitted, "I need it. But whether it is my target or not, I have to let Sabina verify it."
"Even Sabina was involved?" the witch asked in surprise. "I thought she would become mature after the fire ceremony." She shook her head, "A bunch of brats."
"I thought adults meant adults who got married." Roma asked, "When will you marry Larson?"
Helen was speechless.
Hit the nail on the head. Even Dalton had heard about the ambiguity between the "Eye of Iron" and the "Witch of Destiny", but due to his identity, people only discussed it secretly. Little lions never learn to "steal".
Her rhetorical question made Helen Dorothea choke up. For a moment, only the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.
"Well said." Sita winked at Roma quietly.
Sir Helen finally came to his senses. "It's not your turn to rush me, Roma." She scolded in a low voice, "Go back to bed quickly. I want to rest."
"Larsen is resting in the laboratory today." The little lion added loudly.
"It's really yours." They watched the witch leave in a hurry without even leaving a threatening word. She completely forgot to ask and simply ran away.
The light disappeared around the corner and shadows surrounded it. But in this familiar darkness, the night elves suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
"Shadowfang?" Roma turned around.
"Oh." He realized that the three of them had distanced themselves. what happened? After so long, I thought I had forgotten about it.
York climbed almost to the top of the stairs, and Roma stepped onto the steps. Dalton quickened his pace and walked alongside her. "Since the first day I came to the tower," the little lion said to them, "they have been like this. I think both of them need encouragement."
"That's wonderful. When Sir Helen calms down, we will all be in trouble."
"This was originally said by Ronald. I just borrowed it."
"Ronald Zachary the Lion? He is said to be the lover of our Majesty the Queen."
"Ha! That's not the case. He got the wrong person. Ronald always gets the wrong person, especially women."
Dalton had collected information on this person and was convinced that Roma was not exaggerating. In fact, Lord "Lion"'s deeds are far more than a simple mistake... He was born in the Sunset Prairie of the Oath Keepers Alliance, but now he is among the astrologers of the Sky Tower. There is no stronger proof than this. Thanks to the tower and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Roma may also be inextricably linked with Ronaid, but since she didn't mention it, the night elves didn't dig into it. "Your Majesty the Lion is a member of your race, why isn't he your mentor?"
"Ronald? He doesn't want me, and I don't want to follow him." Roma wrinkled her nose, "There are few windrunners among lions. He laughed at my profession to the saint! This was Sabina eavesdropping on the communication. Arrived."
"The mysterious race has its own profession." Dalton pointed out.
"Just like me." York opened his hands. Most of Sita are Lucia's elementalists, and the rest are fire professions or priests. "But I've seen people from the same race who have switched to Dark Elementalist classes. It's really cool!"
"Nonsense." The night elf didn't bother to explain the reason. These two guys wouldn't listen anyway.
"I just heard. There are thresholds for orthodox mysterious professions. Who can say for sure about the ancient inheritance? Unless we ask the ancestors."
"Unfortunately, there are ancestors in the tower." The little lion was looking through the list by the starlight. She pointed upward without raising her head. "Are you going to ask?"
"To be honest, I'm not curious about the answer at all. It's absolutely true."
The saint of the tower, "Night Awakening", is the legendary hero who jointly established the Great Alliance of Saint Mirund with "Victor" Veronca. In the records of the Temple of Ashes, he is a trustworthy overseer of order who has dutifully guarded Knox for nearly two thousand years. In Chloe's historical documents, it focuses on describing the glorious deeds of the other party during the Aurenia Empire.
Before becoming the prophet of the tower, most of the deeds of "Dark Night Awakening" Demosis came from the compilations of later generations. No one knows the year of his birth, nor is it possible to verify the moment of his fame. And when he became a prophet, all the honors were just the aura of "prophet".
Even the Aurenians were unfamiliar with him. The Age of the Ancestors was also the era of the Aurenia Empire, and it seems that in the early days of the establishment of the empire, the "Prophet" was already highly regarded by the emperor. The founding monarch Selegon I received the suggestion from him to establish the "Triple Cult" to unify the mysterious power of the empire (from the detailed records of the Tower of Sky). Demosis promised that this would stabilize the empire, and the emperor was convinced. From then on, the followers of Lucia, Gaia and Otto were as close as one family, until after defeating the evil dragon, the alliance was completely disintegrated due to conflicts.
If you ignore the devil, Dalton thought, the prophet's prediction was indeed correct. Aurenia collapsed due to the dragon disaster. Before that, the empire crushed the mysterious races one by one, causing some elves to escape to the underground world, and then made Saint Valoran surrender in the Holly Agreement.
The fact is obvious. If the devil hadn't taken action first, Alan Wo would have inevitably become a trophy of the empire. And behind these glorious victories, the "Three Gods Religion" played an indispensable role.
A mysterious army built by faith, commanded by imperial power, and connected by loyalty, undoubtedly has strong vitality. The history of the Three Gods religion runs through the imperial era of the ancestors, and it further flourished during the alliance period, becoming the foundation of the united front of order.
However, when this legion that the evil dragon Wintherspoon failed to disintegrate disintegrated amidst the calls of the Bres people to restart the Holly Agreement, the situation changed... Dalton could not imagine what it would be like for mortals to rule the world, but The resistance of Saint Valoran means that the imperial power has lost the power to rule the mystery. The mysterious realm gradually formed and was completely stabilized after the Battle of the Saints a hundred years ago. Regardless, peace was restored to Knox.
The Tritheism became history. The Tower of the Sky is unaffected and stands tall in the clouds. The power of the Mercury Temple changed, the wizards became the masters, and the church became a vassal. The judicial organ became an independent branch, absorbed the inheritance of the Silver Song Knights, and became the Holy Council of Radiance. What a ridiculous yet reasonable development! The Aurenia Empire was destroyed with the change of the Tritheism into the Grand Alliance. In a sense, Demosis's prophecy did come true.
"Perhaps the Lord Prophet really understands." The night elf told his companions. "It is said that he knows everything."
"Besides Larson and Helen's wedding date?"
"You know? If you hadn't been struggling with career issues, we wouldn't have gotten into the tower in the middle of the night, let alone been caught."
"It's the winner's privilege." She finally got down to business. "I never asked him about the time of the Ancestors. Before leaving the tower, I didn't even care about the mysterious profession. I'm afraid Ronald and Larsen didn't want to see me lighting the fire, and the Prophet acquiesced to their decision .”
Unexpected answer. "Why?"
"You really want to know?"
"I don't really want to...wait, what's wrong with your eyes? Do I look like I'm lying?" Sita turned to look at the reflection on the glass.
"I only saw you wanting to be beaten." The little lion swung its tail. "Dalton, how did you get along with this guy?"
The night elf ignored her. I also want to know how to get along with you. "Ask Uriel."
"What are you doing? All adventurers are like this. Is your mentor Yasukawa any better?" Sita mocked in turn, "The Windspeaker said he used Lucia's prayers to make up children's songs!"
"This shows that the prayers of the Glorious Council are catchy."
Dalton suddenly stopped. "Are we going up?"
"Looking for someone." Roma waved the roster, "There is a familiar surname on it, from the family of the Chief Secretary of Affairs."
"Where is it?" York came over to take a look.
"Here." A long Common Language name was written on the edge. "Vinano Sainsbury's."
Dalton had had enough. "What does this have to do with your mysterious profession? Is she your senior?"
"No. She is a messenger, a tower messenger with the profession of astrologer." This is not uncommon. But Dalton never expected what Roma said next. "She was named to the list of honors for preventing a divine attack."
