Uriel took the grapes and said, "Thank you."
"Any more?"
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
"I'm not here to hear your thanks." Lemmons told the boy, "What's more, your thanks are given to the wrong person. Tekapo hopes that we can live in harmony, at least not to do anything. She is very sensible and suggested It's not unreasonable." Otherwise I will have to break your legs. "So for her sake, don't try to sneak away quietly...Stop showing off to me, kid, it's not like I didn't give you a chance."
"Della Sinsena? She's not the person I'm looking for at all."
"I gave you a chance," Lemons emphasized, "and your success or failure is not part of my concern. You just found her, that's it. That's your problem, not mine. Ms. Patience She made a request, and I responded by allowing you to come to the Ghost Mansion. But her request did not include letting you take the opportunity to escape."
"I have no other choice! Sinsena...well, she doesn't understand the history of the Black City." The apprentice gritted his teeth and said, "I also want to know why the Lord Paladin appeared in the Gaia Church. You shouldn't Are you going to meet Nimue?"
"Dela wanted me to come to you." The Paladin Captain replied, "I don't think it's necessary to do anything unnecessary, but she said she would repay you for saving her life."
Uriel turned to look at her in disbelief.
What a surprise, eh? "Okay, why blame this girl?" He blocked the boy's gaze. "In the end, you still didn't make it clear. If you ask me, she is just worried about your safety."
"I really need her to worry about!"
"Then why are you going to the church again?" Lemons asked, "Worried about the wizard throwing Baraboo out? He is not you, and there is no reason to be treated like this." The tower messenger seemed to want to open his mouth, but he waved his hand to stop it. "When you calm down, you'll regret what you said. You know what? If you are being sought for revenge outside of Burles, I'll be happy to watch. But it's a good thing that someone cares about you now, and you'd better learn to cherish it."
"Unfortunately, this is exactly the same thing as what I am currently concerned about." The tower messenger glanced at Della, but she had already walked away angrily. Only then did he realize that he had made a slip of the tongue.
The apprentice couldn't help but lower his voice. "I have to go, especially not with you. This is my private matter."
This kid doesn't understand anything? Or is he like his mentor, who just doesn't care? "As a tower messenger, you stepped into the land of Bures. Obviously, what you did has nothing to do with personal matters."
"Do I still need to inform the agent? He is not the spokesperson of Gaia."
"You didn't show any politeness when you were facing Gaia's spokesperson, kid. Do you want me to help you recall your experience in Antolos?" Lemmons' face darkened.
They were silent for a while, but the exchange didn't end there. After a long time, Uriel said: "To be honest, Your Excellency, I have fully cooperated with your responsibilities, but the problem does not lie with me at the moment. Maybe it is the White Envoy, maybe it is a certain priest."
"None of them are here. What are you talking about?"
"We all know," replied the apprentice, "What has happened to you, sir? Where has Lucia's fairness gone?"
"What do you want to say?"
"This is not a conflict between us in the first place. Look, the problem can be solved peacefully." His voice lowered, "Just like in Zangwill. No matter what, Lemmons, I know you are a capable person." A person of principle. I don’t think…”
"What you think has nothing to do with me."
Now I am neither a paladin nor a priest. Lemons Theodore is just a caravan guard, and the goddess will not set her sights on him. After all, what use would the Council have in having an incompetent Paladin Commander? He even made mistakes when he was serving as a guard.
Uriel tried his best to suppress his anger. He didn't understand the reason and thought he could solve all problems with words and reasoning. Who says I haven't seen such a person?
Lemons had heard enough. "It's meaningless. The local history is inherited by the Breth people in Black City, and it should not be understood too well by outsiders. We have nothing to say. That's it."
"You insist on having trouble with me?"
"I act according to the law."
"Is it because of the priest? She..."
"It has nothing to do with Yali. Maybe I just don't like you, Bai Zhishi's apprentice."
Uriel was furious. His hand was on the hilt of the sword. If he had drawn his sword in anger, things would have been much simpler. Lemons expects this to happen. He has stayed in the position of Paladin Commander for a long time, trained and taught many squires and Paladins, and has some understanding of the thoughts of young men of this age. They are young and energetic, and although they know how to behave, they can't resist their emotions. Such consequences are often asking for trouble.
If he resists, Lemmons thought, I'm perfectly justified. He didn't know if he expected things to come to that.
They looked at each other hostilely in the carriage, and the atmosphere was tense. Finally, the apprentice let go. "I have a name," he said coldly. "Secondly, you don't need to remind me how to do things, Your Excellency. My actions will not affect the reputation of others."
reputation? The thing is obvious, the White Envoy has no reputation in the eyes of the Bres people... Lemons almost said this, but finally held back.
"It's best this way." The Paladin Commander said, "If you still need fruit, you can tell the maid. But I will get it for you myself." He locked the door.
When he climbed down from the frame and rested against a light pole, the escaped psychic, de la Cincena, arrived with another guest. She must have mustered up the courage. "Miss."
"Sir Lemmons." She stared at the ground in embarrassment. "Someone wants to visit him. I don't understand..."
Lemons knew why she was confused, but there was no need to explain too much to the girl. He looked at the tall guest she had brought. In fact, to this person, maybe we are just guests.
"Miss Nimue," he said.
"Oh." The frost giant greeted happily, "Wrong. I am Nimue and she is the lady. Uriel is in there?"
"He's always there."
"I brought two fish." The fish frozen in the ice were held in her hand like two tadpoles. "Specialties caught from Knight's Bay! These are the only ones left. I have to share it with Uriel. Without him and his friends, we would have died a long time ago. Are you his friend too, Lord Lemons? Why don't we come together? Enjoy.”
"No need. Just go in."
The caravan trade is coming to an end. Carriages were emptied and filled again, boxes of coins overflowed and then disappeared. Lemmons noticed that Patience had given Tekapo full authority over the purchasing task. This cold light Sita was secretive and often disappeared in the market. He hoped that they would give up these sneaky behaviors to cut off the risk, but Lemons also knew that even if the Alliance and the Parliament became allies now, they could not have all secrets from each other.
Tower apprentices are no exception. Lemmons could not deny that he treated both sides differently. He had a general understanding of Uriel, who had nothing to do with the old events, and was a priest of Gaia, so he should be welcomed, but whenever he thought of Alexia's cold eyes, things became difficult. No. I'd better stop thinking about her. How can personal emotions interfere with work? He was fighting for the goddess's cause... even if he was just a caravan guard.
Lemmons walked under the eaves when a cloud of white snowflakes was blown off by the wind and sprinkled into the muddy water. In an instant, it was contaminated and disappeared. No one can exist in isolation, and no one can avoid responsibility. We are connected to each other. What's there to say? He began to count the hours.
At this time, the window of the carriage suddenly opened. "Your Excellency Theodore." Dela Sinsena poked his head out. She has long chestnut-colored hair, and the hair ring is dotted with colorful and strange velvet flowers, each of which is only as big as a little finger. They made her look brighter than the Confederate flag.
Despite these gaudy decorations, her expression was quite dignified and she showed a polite attitude. Seeing that her mood was stable, Lemons was a little curious about how Uriel explained it to her.
"It's not appropriate for you to be alone while we eat and drink." She tried her best to please, but the method was completely wrong. "We welcome you to come in and sit down."
"No. It's not necessary. I just came out for some air."
"It's too cold outside, I mean..."
"No. Thank you."
Della gradually frowned. She noticed my attitude. To be honest, she just found out? This man was a friend of Patience, and had been introduced to him at the request of the apprentice. Logically speaking, the two sides have nothing to do with each other. You can't expect everyone to be socially sensitive.
But this was just an unintentional invitation. No matter what, Della has settled in Bliss for a long time, and she hasn’t done anything to Yali... In fact, isn’t the same for the apprentice? ...He hesitated and stopped.
"What the hell." At this time, he heard the tower apprentice say, "We need wine, Lord Theodore."
"There are grapes here," the frost giant pointed out.
"Spare me." The apprentice raised his voice in great pain, "Don't mention this now, Nimue! It doesn't work even if you have grapes. Could it be that you know how to make wine?"
"I can't," said the psychic. "Does the wine taste good?"
"It's much sweeter than holy water potion anyway." She shut up now.
Lemons hesitated for a moment. He knew very well the real reason for the apprentice's request. If the opponent drew his sword, of course he could easily take it, but the invitation meant another possibility. Finally, he got into the carriage with two barrels of fruit wine and sat in a corner by the window.
"It's even more lively." Della Sinsena finally relaxed his expression.
"Absolutely." The frost giant Nimue watched Uriel move closer to him to make room for Della, so he took the initiative to pass the plate to the new diner. "Anyway, as long as I'm here, the carriage won't get any hotter. Are you cold, Uriel? Your Excellency Theodore?"
"Cold? I don't feel it." The apprentice replied, "It's nothing."
"It's hotter than outside." The Paladin Commander also said, "Just call me Lemmons. Your passion surpasses your racial blood, Nimue."
The frost giant grinned: "Hilda taught me this."
"We remember her," the apprentice said. "Do you have any new friends, Nimue?"
"Not much. Tekapo asked me to come to the caravan. She thought going out more would help make friends. But we stayed in the same place for a short time before we had to leave. There wasn't enough time for me to meet strangers." They opened The barrels were filled with wine and the grapes were shared. "All my people have gone home." Nimue said while chewing crushed ice. "They don't want to stay."
"The Alliance soldiers were injured in the White Night War, and your people need to rest and recuperate." Lemons told her, "They had their reasons."
"For me, Glacier is less interesting than Alliance."
"Glacier." The tower messenger was very interested in this, "Where is it?"
"Where you come from is further south," Della Sinsena told her apprentice. "I can hear your southern accent, Uriel." She took a proud sip of her wine. "South of Eastman is the end of Binia Io, the kingdom of the winter god Suviliya. There is only ice and snow, and even the sun will not stay for long. According to legend, the Broken Moon also rises in the nearby ice sea."
"Behind the Morris Mountains?"
"It's the Yeti Tundra." The Frost Giant said, "My home is further south...well, it's not that clear. My people have only one enemy, the Yetis of Hedas. They have occupied our land. .”
"Hedath?"
"She is probably a snowman." Della said without thinking. "The snowman is a creation of the God of Winter, just like Sita. It is half elemental life, but reproduces through division. Hedas must be the original snowman."
Nimue raised her eyebrows: "As far as I know, snowmen are not created by elements."
"That's ridiculous! They're made of snow."
The frost giant was confused. "Oh, I've never heard of that. Is snow an element?"
"No." Della realized the flaw, and she no longer looked convinced by the statement. "Snow is not an element, it's just water...I don't know...I also..."
"I haven't heard of her either," the apprentice said, "let's talk about Hedath. Have you heard of her, Sinsena?"
The psychic shut his mouth tightly and looked away.
This is not knowledge that can be found in ordinary books. Della Sinsena is neither orthodox nor a mystical fulcrum, so one can be forgiven for not knowing the relevant content. Lemmons saw that the apprentice was asking her deliberately. Although she unintentionally ruined the other person's good deeds,...it was obvious that some of this girl's characteristics were not likable. "Hedath is the founder of the ice witches. According to the history of Alanworth, she is both a witch and a demi-human."
"Demi-humans?"
"No." The frost giant denied, "Hedas is not a demi-human, she is a human. I have also heard that people think she is a descendant of snowmen and humans, or a snow elf, but in fact, Hedas She used witchcraft to create the world's first snowman, and she is the common ancestor of the ice witch and the snowman."
"So, she is also your enemy?" Della raised her eyebrows.
"Hedath? No. She is a friend of the Ice Sea Tribe. The descendants of the Yeti have low intelligence and are not controlled, so they will be aggressive... This is not her fault. When the Ice Witch passes through the tundra, she will inevitably be affected by it. Yeti attack.”
Uriel almost knocked over his wine glass: "Ice Sea Tribe?"
"Frost giants live in the form of tribes." Lemons told them, "The Ice Sea Tribe is a collection of all frost giant tribes. It occupies a decision-making seat in the Oath Keepers Alliance and is the staunchest ally of Order."
"Then the snowman is also an enemy of the alliance?" Della asked curiously.
"In fact, the snowmen are not enemies at all... They are too weak to threaten the Ice Sea Tribe."
"Because of the mysterious place?" the apprentice said softly.
Nimue didn't understand what he said, so Lemons had to answer for her: "Because of the frost giant Fabuti. This man is the leader of the tribe, and in the mysterious realm, his status is even greater than Trolbane Drablay. "The psychic also became confused, so he added: "The latter is the Void Realm of the Vampire Clan, the Prince of Requiem Castle. I just used him as an example."
"He is very suitable." Della coughed and thanked, "I understand this person's deeds. Trolban was originally a guardian of order, but he turned to the devil and caused trouble. This kind of person uses his power for evil, causing My business has doubled several times. To be honest, I feel sorry for the money I earned."
In any case, you can't interfere with other people's lifestyles because of your career, but smart people know how to show themselves at the right time. Although Lemons had a good impression of her, he couldn't help but frown at this moment. He has never seen such an upright businessman...
"Your Excellency Fabuti is the King of Frost Giants." Uriel spoke like a sleepwalker, his eyes unfocused. He looked delirious. "Fabouti? Always?"
Fortunately, Nimue is very slow: "Anyway, I haven't seen anyone else. Our life is very boring, and nothing changes much. Lord Fabuti has been the leader of the tribe for a long time."
The apprentice's eyes were focused on her. Somehow Lemmons noticed that he seemed in disbelief, as if it was absurd to see her here. "You...? The secret realm...? Wait." He said incoherently, "Not anymore! What... God, what's going on?"
No one answered him. The originally harmonious and pleasant conversation atmosphere was swept away. "He seems to be possessed by a ghost," Della muttered.
Nimue was also quite uncomfortable. "I gave him a cold, eh?"
The paladin commander frowned and looked at the boy. Needless to say, his behavior was different from possession and cold, and closer to talking nonsense while drunk. But Uriel's cup was almost untouched. There is another explanation for the contact agent's original behavior of inviting the other party to the temple. "prophecy?"
Although he himself was not sure, in the ears of Della and Nimue, the credibility of this statement was enhanced by his identity, and it suddenly became the answer. The frost giant suddenly realized: "I remember that there is an astrologer in the tower, and Uriel is one of them?" She raised her cup happily, "That's wonderful! What will the weather be like tomorrow?"
"Maybe it will snow heavily." The client finally came to his senses, "The temperature will drop tomorrow."
"Your method of prediction is different, Uriel." Lemons said bluntly, "The conclusions reached are also different from those of the detection station. The locals think that tomorrow will be a good weather, and maybe you can wear a shirt."
"Their results are more credible." The apprentice admitted. Regarding the strangeness just now, he was not going to explain more. Maybe he knew how to lighten the atmosphere. “Sunny days make people feel good, but it’s different when it snows.”
"For me, snow is the best weather." The Frost Giant said regretfully, "I hope for sunny days at home, but after staying outside for a long time, I miss the snowy days again. It's really uncomfortable!"
"You are just homesick." Della concluded. "Many people come to me for comfort. They know very well that the dead will not be resurrected, but they still torture themselves. Listening to the voice of the soul can satisfy them."
The voice of the soul. Lemons didn't know what it would feel like. He originally thought that all professions related to the deceased belonged to Gavash, and belonged to the evil camp that was hopeless and self-destructive. At the end of the day, I don’t dare claim to know every occult profession…can psychics awaken the dead, or do they simply communicate with the spirits of the dead? He felt the need to find out.
"It's just communication." Faced with his inquiry, Della was quite candid. "Ghosts are undead! They are mysterious creations... Psychics are not necromancers and cannot create undead. I can only capture thoughts. Yes. Dead lives still have thoughts remaining, plus corpses and life Traces, my magic allows me to restore the state of the soul."
She talked freely. “Last wishes and follow-up arrangements are issues that people don’t have time to consider at the moment of death. They are troubled by fear and confusion, and often abandon the last thing and do not accept reality...”
"The existence of the soul does not mean the possibility of resurrection. In fact, the connection between the soul and the body is the most critical..."
"Some people have seen independent souls." Uriel suddenly said, "On Gray-winged Bird Island."
"Mysterious place." Lemons said, "It's not strange to see anything. The Mystery of Pain is one of them. After the White Night War, the Council investigated the vampires and found that they secretly collected a large amount of fire potions. Fire is the soul. The flame is the source of mystery. Trolban relied on the help of potions to try to control the secret ritual. His method cannot be said to be unreasonable, but he ultimately failed."
"Thanks to our efforts," Nimue said.
"The Foreign Minister of the Tower killed the Blood Prince." Della added. Lemmons let her speak. He could already tell that this girl knew nothing about the situation in the mysterious realm. But here, on the alliance's alchemy carriage, at friends' wine table gatherings, maybe I'm just too sensitive. "After the death of Trolbane Drablay, his tribe fell into decline and was eventually deprived of its seat on the council by the Alliance."
"They brought it upon themselves." Uriel said coldly, "If you ask me, this is actually not enough. Those blood descendants need an explanation. I will remember this account, I will."
The hatred in his voice was so obvious that even a psychic could detect it. It's hard to deny the difference between warriors and ordinary mysterious creatures...especially when they confess their intention to kill someone, this difference will bring mental oppression. Lemons saw that Della no longer frowned at the words. She held up her glass to hide her horror.
The frost giant scratched his head: "After returning from the bay, I never thought about the vampires again. Soon the alliance formed an alliance with the Holy Radiance Council and sent us to Bures. After all, Tekapo and I can shop in the Black City. It’s all thanks to your tower. Should I thank him in person?”
"You can ask me to bring a message." The apprentice replied politely. "I'm happy to relay that."
Although Bai Zhishi might not be happy to hear it, he didn't have to tell them the truth. There is no denying that this kid is indeed different from his mentor, Lemons thought.
"Then you have to wait a moment. There's so much to do! When will Tekapo be finished?" Nimue complained, "I'm almost done with the wine."
"Maybe she was busy buying drinks."
"No. They are buying mysterious materials." Della asserted, "Materials used to make alchemical equipment. I can't be wrong about this."
For a moment, no one on the carriage spoke. Some facts are obvious, but that doesn’t mean people can expose them at will. Lemmons knew that the Oath Keepers were preparing for the ceremony, Patience and Tekapo were collecting mysterious materials for this purpose, and Nimue and he were responsible for guarding the warehouse.
The attack of the "Steel and Fire" society was certainly not an accident, because the purpose of the ritual was to accelerate the return of the Flashing Pool. At that time, the mysterious realm will launch a demon hunting campaign again.
"I have done some research on mysterious rituals," the psychic said confidently, "especially the specific meanings of patterns and materials. I dare say, everyone, they are preparing an extraordinary advent ceremony, similar to a large rectangular staircase. It involves positioning, acceleration, and phase shifting, enough to move stars beyond Knox to..."
"Oath Keepers Alliance?" Uriel answered. His face became very frightening.
"Uh, I mean, within Knox. But that shouldn't be their purpose. After all, what's the point of moving the stars?"
"So what they are about to meet is the Twinkling Pool."
It would do no good to let the tower messenger know this, Lemons knew, but strangely, he did not want the misunderstanding to continue. "Indeed. We must keep it secret to prevent the news from leaking, attracting the attention of other mysterious fulcrums, and even alerting the demon lord." He told them, "So I have to take measures."
"Damn it." Uriel covered his face. "Then you should have pretended you didn't see me."
Lemons frowned: "I know, Della revealed your location to the Silent School, and now they will send someone..."
"Honestly? Not just the Silent School," the apprentice told them, "but also the Demon Lord. He holds the same Bible as I do."
"What's the meaning?"
He shouted: "They can find me at any time! Do you understand? So either let me leave the Black City quickly, or you can go back to the Alliance!"
