When he returned to his friends, his steps seemed to be on clouds.
Nimue noticed: "You don't look well, Uriel. What's wrong with you?"
The apprentice rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly wondering how bad he looked in their eyes. "It's just a small matter. As soon as I went out, I happened to encounter Count Cagat and his brother arguing."
"Barab?"
"He told me Della's message, which she left before she disappeared. I was a little surprised."
"Maybe she still has a sense of honor." Ms. Teacup snorted, "I feel ashamed of you."
"Ashamed? Oh, yes, maybe." Uriel almost didn't hear her comment, "I... don't know much about her." He subconsciously copied Barabu's sentence. "By the way, Count Cagat is very concerned about your departure time so that he can arrange the latest work."
"No need for him to care. We will leave tonight. The ladder is ready." Tekapo frowned, "You are not quite right, Uriel, I think you are still with us. His Excellency Lemons Theodore I'll probably tie you up in Burles. I have a way to change the light and take you away quietly. By then, you can go wherever you want."
There was a lump in his throat. "No. No need. I have other things to do."
"What happened?" The frost giant was very uneasy: "Your face looks even worse. Are you injured?"
"This should be the reason." From the moment Barabu informed him of Della's message to now, Uriel was almost suffocated. "I need to get some air first. Aren't you going to eat? I'll find a maid to bring it to you."
"We digest very little human food."
"Oh, it's inevitable. I have to inform Count Cagat of your farewell time. He needs to..."
Unfortunately, before Uriel could finish speaking, someone knocked on the door. "Ruminathan?" he asked.
The teacup lady answered the door herself. "I didn't expect you to not be present at the banquet." Ange glanced at the people present and turned to complain to her. "Can you show up? You are our liaison..."
"If you ask me, I'd rather show up in front of his brother. Barab Talanitus is a mysterious creature after all, and he's very skilled. What does a mortal dinner have to care about?"
"You are a bit extreme, Tekapo. I know you are in a bad mood." Ange frowned. "Normally she wouldn't say something like this," he explained to Uriel and Nimue.
"It's obvious." The frost giant replied, "Comfort her quickly. Let's go." She suddenly hugged the apprentice and squeezed through the door. Uriel felt that the air in his lungs had been squeezed out, and a lot of fluff was stuffed into it.
"Jesus." He managed to get away easily. "I can walk by myself." His feet stumbled on the edge of the stone slab. "Have something to say, Nimue?" He finally stood firm.
"Is Baraboo...?"
Gods have eyes, why don't you ask? Uriel sighed: "That's right. What do you know?"
"I let her go."
"It's not hard to guess. He said you watched Dela Sinsena leave. What else could it be?" the apprentice slowed down, "It doesn't matter, Nimue, I know you are like this..."
"Baraboo said that?" she seemed surprised. "He said to Patience, I just saw her get up."
Of course, he is not stupid and knows what to say to whom. "In any case, we have no conclusive evidence to find her guilty, so no one will hold you accountable. Don't worry about this." Uriel waved his hand and looked for direction in the corridor. The steps crisscross up and down, covered with carved handrails and ornamental vines. The castles of nobles had always been a labyrinth to him.
"She didn't leave on her own. That devil, Feriani." The frost giant covered his eyes and glanced at him through his fingers. "He took Della away."
who? Uriel almost fell down. He couldn't believe his ears. "Ferrianni?"
"I couldn't help it! I couldn't find you at that time."
Then you can’t find Ferriani either! The apprentice remembered the scene, and the "Elder" finally faced Shania Ravenus on his behalf. You are not my enemy... Who you are has nothing to do with the dead...
The whispers echoed in my ears. He thought those were the elder's last words. What will happen to the devil under the hands of the Law Wizard? "Felliani stays to help me," Uriel told her. "I can't escape without him."
The frost giant stared: "What?" She didn't know whether she was surprised by the result or the motive.
I thought he was dead and Shania had killed him. But he actually died long ago, and only the undead returned to the Black City. However, the Law Wizard will burn the demon's corpse and let the undead return to dust and earth. I have seen the ashes of his compatriots on the street. All these words were stuck in Uriel's throat.
A strange feeling came over me. He suddenly felt familiar: he heard that people who were supposed to be dead reappeared, and saw corpses mutating for no reason...in the royal capital of Eastman, in Silverdome City, or even in the church of the Floating Cloud City even further back...
Only death can give the answer.
"Maybe someone pretended to be him, or maybe he was just lucky." The apprentice said to her, "Demons cannot be judged by common sense. Since the Della is in his hands, I will go and see it clearly with my own eyes. Yes, go now." "
He took off his party coat and hung it on the statue's outstretched arm, revealing a woolen jacket and thick shirt. The gloves were hidden in the boots, and the knife and some odds and ends were carried close to the body. Only the outline could be seen. Then he put on his hood and scarf so that he could blend in quietly with the merchants of the Black City.
Nimue stared for a while before reacting. "you are leaving?"
"Without further ado. I don't think they can hold Lemons off for long. Ange has already arrived."
"Are you going to find her? Now?"
"I'm afraid so." Uriel replied, "I have to stay. In the Black City. Tekapo has a good idea. I would be very grateful if she asked Lemons to let me go with you."
But you actually have to leave alone. Nimue had this sentence written on her face, but she didn't say it out loud. She knew exactly where the apprentice was going. "I think you still have things to do, Uriel, but listen to me, you'd better leave the Black City as soon as possible and return to the tower's vassal country. This is more important than anything else."
"I'm safe until the Alliance leaves." Things changed, and now it was the Alliance's turn to attract the attention of the Silent School for him. Hopefully, Shania Ravenus doesn't have any witchcraft for positioning.
"His Excellency the Holy Knight Commander will not be free until the early morning." She promised, "He will believe that you are going to escape with us and hide among the merchants and cavalry. In any case, he can't find the real person."
Uriel was also happy to think so. "Goodbye, my big friend. Thank you for everything you've done for me."
"Not as good as you could have done. Goodbye, Uriel."
He patted the frost giant's fingers, turned around and blended into the crowd, staying away from the whirlpool he was inadvertently involved in, and away from the singing and dancing that followed the chaos.
…
The banquet was filled with the smell of gold and silver, and it was like a gathering of businessmen. Lemmons has attended many banquets hosted by the Bres nobles, and most of them are willing to embellish elegance and heighten their enthusiasm to show their nobility. However, Black City has its own characteristics. There are no dancers, no musicians, no courtesans - these are actually advantages; but there are also no hidden hints, restrained words and sincere communication - the latter is probably not a disadvantage. After all, when had the Bures ever told the truth?
Nor would he give his opinion to the earl. It cannot be said that Count Cagat lacked in style, but he himself had nothing to do with the traditional aristocracy of Bures. At least until now, this person had not appeared in front of him for as long as a complete roast chicken.
"The wine is not to your taste, sir?"
Lemons toasted to the dwarf leader. "The nightingales of the school are still wandering around the city. I can't drink."
"Extraordinary willpower, eh? My kind have never been able to resist alcohol, not just any flavor." Patience Frosthelm drank the contents of her glass in one gulp, even though the container was half as big as her face. "Something is better than nothing."
"When will you set off?"
"I can't decide. Ask Ange, he is in charge of these things." She blinked and looked at the noisy restaurant. "These things. Uh." A wine burp. "Sorry. Everything."
The last time we met, she was cautious, serious, and had an extraordinary conversation. Who would dare to believe it? This woman suddenly became quite decadent. "I think his mysterious attainments are a bit forced."
"Oh, Sita's always been ridiculously slow coming in. He's experienced, that's all."
How insincere. This is a punishment from your boss, Lemmons thought, the Alliance sent Ango to take your place. The loser must pay the price and never regain his original position. "You should have informed me earlier, Patience, why is it necessary to hide it?" Lemmons couldn't help but blame, "I could have brought more people."
"It's meaningless, Your Excellency. That's the end of the matter. The Silent School wins with means rather than numbers. The wizards value this preemption more than the Alliance. There are also demon associations. They all say that the war on Sky Island is tense. It seems that they still have some strength left." She Pouring and drinking by oneself, "It is difficult to succeed."
The words stung him unintentionally.
"Methods?" Lemons clenched his hands under the table. "The School of Silence is provoking a civil war! Shania Ravenus is a complete madman. In my opinion, she will soon be comparable to the White Envoy."
"Oh. I thought the 'theologian' was your opponent, sir."
In fact, Roxanne Toslin left very simply. After learning that Shania had failed, she gave up the Bible in the hands of the paladin captain.
"Without the owner, what's the use of it? It's not like the school has never obtained this kind of thing." Roxanne told him, "That child is the key." As we all know, the wizard once brought a strange mysterious item-later known as The "canons" of the Bible were left to the Gaia Church for safekeeping. The monks knew nothing about it until the Black Knight took it.
Lemons knew no more about the Bible than the monks did. In his eyes, both the "Science" and the "Scroll of Oath" are just mysterious items with extraordinary effects. They may be helpful to individuals, but they are not worth the risk that the Silent School takes to obtain them.
Its only value is probably to attract pursuers, and the abilities of both parties have to be estimated. Some people in the demon society were pursuing it. The undead lord once broke into the church and massacred it, but finally escaped from the hands of two law wizards, leading to the death of one of them. This thing does its job perfectly.
This is the first time since the Cenozoic War that there has been a loss of space in the mysterious realm. Lemons thought, even if it was the demon hunting movement fifteen years ago...
Nightmare experience. I will never forget it in my life. Thinking about these memories made his mood worse, so why torture himself?
But many people don't have the chance to remember. The Demon Society is the number one enemy in the mysterious realm, and even Gavash can only succumb to it. Lemmons has never fought against "Tattoo", but he is very aware of the gap between the new generation and the senior Kong Realm. Just like facing "Theologian" Roxanne, he has a professional advantage, but he is surrounded by endless witchcraft. Even with divine magic, or even surpass it. To be honest, I didn't have much chance of winning.
He suddenly felt shuddered. The undead knight undoubtedly achieved an overwhelming victory with the combined efforts of "Tattoo" and "Weird Expert". If there were no three saints in the mysterious realm, Lemons didn't know how to deal with him. This man is said to be the new King of the Dead Sea.
"Theologian" Rosanne Toslin is also a difficult opponent, but she doesn't really intend to fight Lemmons to the death. Bible. Her purpose is the Bible...and the Tower Messenger. Lemons wanted to touch the hilt of Durandal's sword, knowing that he had not won any victory on the battlefield in the Black City.
Shania is different from Roxanne. Perhaps his position was in jeopardy, or perhaps his self-esteem was damaged by the failure. The paladin captain could sense this person's impatience from his behavior.
This is inevitable. Lemmons even sympathized with the other party: this woman traveled all the way to Eastman, hoping to win a reputation for herself, but was dragged into Iron Claw City by the White Envoy, and had no sense of existence during the entire White Night War. Since then, people have called her "The Late Lady" in honor of her modest contribution to the school.
Lemons is grateful that the Paladins decided on his name early. Sad thoughts. I don't crave fame, he thought, but failure has always followed me. He was ashamed of the agent and the Glorious Council, and of the holy sword in his hand, but what else could he do?
Patience Frosthelm and her Theta friends relayed the wishes of the "Queen of Light", who placed the blame on the Alliance's untrustworthiness. Maybe she was right. When I was escorting Magdalena, didn't the devil sneak into Lucia's guardian team and corrupt the paladin with evil magic? The Highland Witch was killed by her own people in front of the Holy City. She knew her fate.
Fifteen years ago, Cardinal Alini betrayed the Council and became the "Glimmer Lord" of the Demon Society.
That's the point, he thought, we're all implicated. Similarly, the wizards of the Silent School also have bad rumors. Although there are problems with the school's behavior, the main reason is "Mercury Lord" Lametta. Before revealing her identity as a demon lord, she was an important member of the School of Silence.
People had thought that the Mystic Fulcrum was an absolutely pure organization, Lemons thought bitterly. Even Nightingale would never be able to pass the fire ceremony, let alone hold a high position. Facts shatter illusions. From this point of view, the concerns of the "Queen of Light" do not seem to be unreasonable.
"I'm not blaming you, Your Excellency." The dwarf leader drank some ice water and seemed to wake up a little. "In this regard... we all have responsibilities. Her Majesty the Queen may have other considerations."
"I hope so." He finally clinked glasses with her, "No matter what, I will do my best before you leave Bryce's territory."
"It won't be long." Red Light Sita and Count Cagat returned together. Both parties were very happy, as if they had settled important matters. Before they could get closer, Patience jumped out of her chair and walked to the balcony expressionlessly.
Lemons stopped her: "Do you have any suspicion?"
"No." She smiled mockingly, "I am one of the subjects of suspicion. Della is my friend, even if we have no friendship."
"Della Sinsena? The psychic?" It doesn't look like him at all. Lemmons remembered the girl, who didn't have the makings of a nightingale.
"Maybe she didn't mean it. I don't care."
"I will find her," Lemmons promised, "and get to the bottom of it. There have been moments when the Council was deceived, and I don't deny our ignorance, yes. But the hunt for demons will always be our bottom line."
"As you wish, Your Excellency. Anyway, I don't think Her Majesty the Queen will respond to us anymore. She has her own agenda. Who doesn't?"
"No matter what she is planning," Lemons said stubbornly, "You can't use the traitor as an excuse. This has hurt the reputation of the Holy Council of Radiance, and I will definitely investigate to the end."
Patience Frosthelm didn't even look back.
…
He returns to the Ghost Mansion. The windows were wide open, and the midday sun penetrated the floating dust, and the spooky house that had been haunted all year round seemed to become amiable. But when he stepped through the door, Uriel didn't think what was waiting inside would be anything good.
"Ferrianni?"
"It seems you have found us." Someone sighed.
The demonic elder stood under an ash tree, silhouettes obscured by shadows. He has completely changed: his face is gaunt, his bones are prominent, and his shoulders and waist are ridiculously thin, like a scarecrow hung with black cloth. Uriel was startled.
Presumably he was not like this when communicating with the frost giant, otherwise Nimue would not have handed Della to him no matter what. Could it be that Shania really let him go? Are there any other possibilities? The apprentice's heart was beating wildly.
His gaze must have been very direct. "You guessed it right." The elder replied.
"She...killed you. Again."
"Resurrection of the dead requires a price." Ferriani glanced down at himself, "let alone regaining consciousness. I am still me, not a dead sea citizen born from a corpse."
resurrection. Terrifying yet alluring words. "But how can...?"
"Lord's contract." He raised his head and glanced at the apprentice again. "Essence is the gift of the Nameless One. In life, I was a follower of Lucia, and after death, my soul belongs to Suviliya of Gavash. The God of Death and the God of Winter are both Him. The Lord of the Undead is His only spokesperson."
Uriel's throat slid.
The other party smiled slightly. "Your "Spiritual Vision" and my "Earth" are all of the same kind. You have seen Lord Mercury. She can control metals freely without using witchcraft or spells. The gods have bestowed blessings on you and my compatriots. Could it be that Are you still resisting it?”
The funny thing is that he never resisted, and the dream of the future always followed his mysterious path. When using it, Uriel completely forgot about all the risks of the devil. No matter how great the risk was, it could not compare with the gain. In fact, "spiritual vision" gave him an unparalleled sense of security. Without this evil talent that everyone in the mysterious realm shouts and beats, I would not be able to survive the first level after time travel.
"I just never thought about it," the apprentice said, "it would be so... magical."
They all understood what this meant. Resurrecting corpses, recalling souls from their lifetimes, and even allowing them to regain their strength and join the battle sounds almost like the authority of a god. Uriel didn't know that demonic power could still do these things, and the tower had no record of this.
However, the examples are in front of us and are irrefutable. Uriel understands the mysterious fulcrum. After the "Elder" shows the power of the Nameless One, the Law Wizard will definitely burn him to death... But even so, the "Elder" is standing in front of him again at this moment. Fire cannot cut off this power.
Uriel was silent for a long time, but he actually had a lot of questions to ask. Is your master coming? Is Shania Ravenas still hiding in the Black City? Does the secret of this mansion have anything to do with you? What else does the association want to do? At the end of the day, what's your situation?
Some questions seem to have no value, and some questions are difficult to ask based on your position. What is happening in the Black City is a big melee between the Oath Keepers Alliance, the Council of Light, the School of Silence and the Demon Society, and it is just a microcosm of the chaos that is gradually rising in the mysterious field. Everyone has the answers they want. Who can answer them one by one? answer?
Uriel hoped that he would be more decisive, braver, and wiser so that he could overcome the mazes in front of him, but after so many days of fighting, he was so exhausted that he subconsciously wanted to avoid them. "Where is Della Sinsena?"
"Why do you care so much about her?"
"If I hadn't found the Ghost Mansion, Della wouldn't have been involved in these things." She would have probably died of poisoning in the attic and settled in Gavash.
The devil roared. "She is alive. Unlike me, that girl does not want to die." The "elder" replied. The apprentice wanted to say something else, but he made a gesture and stopped responding. "Go ahead, maybe you'll meet her."
When I returned to the familiar room, the books everywhere had disappeared. The utensils of the Soul Mystery Ritual were neatly arranged and burned to ashes by a fire, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of paint.
Ghost Ash didn't appear. I hope she listened to the advice and fled the mansion and never came back. As for her husband, Colum, the former owner of the mansion, Uriel saw his shadow in the fireplace. A cluster of dark blue flames surrounded him. The man struggled and waved his hands, his face twisted in pain.
The apprentice stared at him, hallucinations of howling in his ears.
"I don't want to do this." A sob came from behind. "But there's no way."
"Miss Sinsena." Uriel turned around. The psychic floated over to the closet, wrapping his arms around himself. Her translucent face shone with tears.
"I have no choice, Uriel, the end of the road is death," she whispered. "Please forgive me."
"...Are you dead?" But there are memories of his life. No need to ask what happened to her. "He clearly said you were alive."
Della jerked her shoulders. "Here are...the steps."
step. Become a ghost? Become part of the undead? Uriel felt complicated and didn't understand how she could end up in such a situation. The psychic Della Sinsena is not a member of the Seven Fulcrums, but she still lives comfortably and even has a higher status than a mortal noble. She should have a great future and leave more works in the realm of souls.
However, she died in the Black City, for the mysterious career she hoped to change, for a new path... She hinted that Roxanne Toslin came to the Black City, she collected the notes of the Highland Witches, and participated in various mysterious exchanges of a private nature. And when it was all over, she chose the last fight. Barabu witnessed her swallowing a large amount of tobacco leaves, and Sovero suddenly ignited the fire...
Everything is connected. "You found Magdalena. She had a premonition and moved away from the Black City, but she still did not escape the assassination."
"That was before." Before you fell to your enemy? "I...I have nowhere to go."
Nowhere to go. There is no way to go.
"You are not from the Silent School." The wizard rejected her and did not agree with her research, which was probably the only mysterious fulcrum that Della could contact.
He couldn't help but think about where she belonged. In addition, she has no good opinion of the Holy Radiance Council, because the Radiance is the enemy of all ghosts and spirits. Lady Patience of the Oath Keepers has her contact information, but only thinks of her when she needs Roushzi history. Not to mention the Glitter Pool, Queen Theta herself even decided she couldn't be trusted.
Uriel re-examined this girl. She was not outstanding in acting, but she had chosen a path that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
"You are the nightingale of the Devil's Society."
Meeting his gaze, Miss Psychic nodded. "I'm not looking for Roxanne to capture you, Uriel. Please believe my explanation."
There was indeed a mystery here, but Uriel could already guess it. "You sold her to the association." He asked softly, "So you used me to lure her to the Black City?"
"I can't help it! It's Magdalena. After she came into contact with the Demon Society, she fled the Black City in a hurry. I didn't expect that there would be undead in this mansion... I didn't want to join them, really. Originally, I planned to go with Pei Xinsi went to the Alliance." Della confessed intermittently, her outline fading. "But Roxanne...and the undead, the monsters! God...I can't get away from it. Forgive me, Uriel, I have to do this. Please help me."
"help you?"
"The devil is taking me to Gavash." Della trembled at the mention of the word. "Please! I burned the evil spirits, but they will all be waiting for me in hell."
Uriel couldn't help but look at the stove. The man's soul was gone. He blurted out the question he had been holding back for a long time: "What did you see in the mansion? Back then, the Eshe family..."
"This alone won't do. I can tell you history..."
"That's my purpose, Della, history has it covered. Tell me, what happened?"
"The terrible truth." She looked at the apprentice with fear, "It is older than the ancestors. Nowadays, the war between the mysterious realm and the demon association is fierce, but it is not as safe as it is."
"Demonstration? Or murder? Tell me!"
"No, no! He can hear it. Can't...believe me, Uriel," she begged. "Stop exploring, don't listen to the whispers."
"Who can hear you? Someone is coercing you?"
The spirit of De La Sinsena opened its mouth, but no sound came out. Uriel's heart beat wildly and he turned around immediately.
A dark shadow stood behind him, and the sunlight was diluted and dispersed around him. He placed his hands on the hilt of the sword, at waist level, and the bone-white blade penetrated the floor. After being taken away from the altar of Antroos Cathedral, this sword seemed to have become accustomed to taking human lives. The blade shone with cold light, like a key to the door to hell.
Blue flames lit up in the steel.
