Della immediately surfaced and caught a glimmer of light. She returned to the noisy street, holding a newspaper between her fingers.
There's another on the table opposite. Thinking of the appearance of its owner, she became wary, took it and read it from cover to cover. Fortunately, there are no traces of symbols on it.
"Damn hound." The psychic only felt that he had passed the disaster and was already exhausted. "Where can I go if I join the army? What are you doing in the south? Damn it!"
It can't be delayed any longer. Della realized that she could not live a leisurely life, just waiting for the newspaper every day. I have to publish the results, get the money, and I'd better stay away from that demon hunter. A person whose whole family was killed by demons would be a hundred times crazier than Daisy Weaver.
After all, Della is not a fool, and she can see the strangeness of the Weaver auditor. To put it bluntly, it is impossible for this woman to be normal from being a death row prisoner to being the talker of the Weaver family and managing an Inspiration Society whose president disappeared. Whatever was going on here, it was best for her to stay out of it.
But she must get the phylactery. It is foreseeable that once Uriel disappears, the tower will definitely let astrologers search for his traces. Even close to the kingdom of the tower, there are demon hunters who recognize the White Envoy and his apprentices... To be honest, Della hasn't figured out what to do next. It's too dangerous to assume a new identity, and living in a box is too dangerous. Suffocated, she subconsciously wanted to obtain the mysterious item that preserved the soul, but she planned to leave a way out.
When he returned to the Inspiration Society, only the crippled gatekeeper was waiting. Della frowned at him. I have encountered too many disabled people recently. "Is Master Weaver here?"
"Daisy Weaver." The gatekeeper continued to giggle weirdly. "She's gone."
"Go? Where are you going?"
"Maybe at the Weavers' house, maybe at the manor out west."
"Is there no one else here?" The psychic was already nervous, but now he couldn't bear it anymore. "What happened? Where is the president? Where are the others? When will my academic achievements be..."
"Keep your voice down!" A voice shouted. The door creaked and shook, and another guard entered. Della's voice stopped abruptly. "Hush! Hush!" He raised a finger.
She stared at the door. "What is he doing?"
"Maybe he was putting the dead man to sleep. It is said that he was there that day. There was nothing we could do about it."
Della didn't understand: "That day? Was she there?"
"Yes. You are not here. Dai Qian is not here either!" The lame man twitched his nose, "There is a strange smell, it stinks."
Della couldn't help but think of the corpse in his mouth, and suddenly felt nauseated. She waved her hand as if to drive away the foul air, even though she actually smelled nothing. At this moment, Della was shocked to realize that neither the president nor Daisy Weaver left anyone to clean up the party. Except for a few gatekeepers, no one came here. Something is wrong. Learn how to keep your appearance even when you are in the most difficult situation.
Uriel told her that there was a stable near the academy, but he could not give an accurate answer as to the source of the strange smell. Something was wrong here, and he urged her to leave, just as she had urged him when they bumped into Edward.
"Do you want to leave, or something?" The gatekeeper pointed at the window and urged.
But Della hesitated. "What do you think we should do?" she asked softly, "We have to get the phylactery without being discovered by the demon hunters! Uriel, help me quickly."
"..."
"Yes, you are right. There are dangers everywhere nowadays! Everyone has evil intentions!" She almost raised her voice, but the lame man discovered her. It's all his fault for saying stupid things. "Daisy Weaver is just the safest one among them. At least she is much better than the Demon Hunter. Are you afraid that I will touch her? Are you afraid that I will get the phylactery?" Yes, he is worried about being thrown into the box by me.
Della didn't want to give him a chance. "I'll wait here," she said to the gatekeeper.
The other party glanced at her and didn't insist. Della found a chair in the library, but failed to find any of the Society's mysterious objects. She became more and more certain that the items were in Daisy Weaver's possession. The Society was a family association, and only the managers could access the items in the warehouse at will.
The study room of the Inspiration Society is the largest room, accounting for two-thirds of the gathering area, but there is no skylight connecting it to the ground. There are dusty books, dirty tapestries, and moldy bookshelves everywhere. Sunlight can shine into the room through collecting magic, but without anyone controlling it, the most that can illuminate the room is candles. Della smelled the pungent smell of wax and ink and could hardly breathe. In fact, the air here seems to have been dead for a long time.
She only sat there for ten minutes before she couldn't wait any longer and grabbed the gift box anxiously. Maybe I should go find her, Della thought. Since Daisy Weaver is the head of the family, she probably won't have time to take care of the Society's affairs. There's no point in waiting here.
Della held the doorknob but did not open it. She tried again, and the metal made a weird sound. Only then did she realize that the door had been locked at some point.
Terror washed over her from the inside out. Della shook the handle violently, hit the door with her shoulder, and then inhaled hissingly from the severe pain - she forgot that the wound existed, but her body obviously did not. In any case, these efforts failed to change the situation at all. The only exit of the study room was firmly locked, and she could not get out.
"Open the door!" the psychic screamed, "There's someone inside!"
It was eerily quiet outside the door, with only her shout echoing. They did it on purpose. The door slid down like a force and they locked me in here.
"..."
"Help me." She finally remembered that she was not alone. "That cripple is weird, it must be him! Listen to me, we have to escape, Uriel."
"..."
"Go find Daisy Weaver!" she shouted. The achievements of my life are in the hands of that woman, and I can't just let it go. Her heart was full of unwillingness. "Don't forget it!"
…
There were few doors that could stop him, and most of the time Uriel had to be careful with them so as not to accidentally break them. But Della was too unfamiliar with the body and was particularly afraid of pain. After all, she is no warrior at all.
When the light returned to his eyes, he immediately used the magic, and the stinging pain from the wound weakened. A trace of smoke escaped from the crack in the door. He saw it, but Della didn't notice it at all.
No one should use fire against me. Uriel thought as he twisted the handle, and then pushed it gently. The door came off with its bearings, and he threw it aside. The dark underground corridors were filled with smoke, mixed with the acrid stench of burning.
Surprisingly, the exit was not blocked. The arsonist stood in the billowing black smoke and whispered. He laughed and burst into tears as he spoke, ignoring the flames that spread around him. If not holding a torch, this man could be said to be devoted to his duties.
Seeing the apprentice, the gatekeeper put away all his joy and said: "This is impossible. You deserve to go to hell."
"Why did you do this? Was it Daisy Weaver's instigation?"
"Yes. Yes! She asked me to take you away." The gatekeeper cried and laughed, throwing the torch violently. The red flame dragged out a strip of light and flew past the door. The fire suddenly jumped up like pouring oil, licking the beams of the room. "Follow me! Come with me."
It was him who wanted to do this. Uriel knew it at a glance. He is not Daisy Weaver's person, he just wants to kill me. In his heart, Della felt shocked, angry and confused, and Uriel just chanted the spell.
The cold blade crackled the fire. The smoke suddenly fell and was shattered by Uriel's sword.
The gatekeeper has been set on fire. He rushed over, and the flames fluttered, as if he was wearing an orange-red cloak. His features were distorted by the heat, filled with resentment and pleasure.
Uriel raised his hand. There was a "Puff" sound, and white mist filled the surrounding area in the blink of an eye. The frost extinguished the flames, and the two polar opposite magics separated at the touch of a finger. The mysterious coldness instantly eliminated all the heat, and the air flow in the room surged wildly.
He didn't even move. The guard screamed, losing his balance and falling at his feet.
"You are not a member of the academy." The apprentice let go of the frost sword, which had melted in the heat. Although the mystery had won, it was not enough to protect it in the confrontation.
This type of weapon is obviously not as practical as the rune sword unless it deals with fire. When the messenger guided him, he told him that the degree of mystery was the only criterion for shaping. During the career change, this kind of method is almost useless. After reaching high level, apprentices can barely use it.
The guard's flames can actually melt ice swords. His strength is unexpected, and he can be regarded as a master in the mortal kingdom. If the Inspiration Society is still the same as Della remembers, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for this guy to become the president. Anyway, he won't just be the concierge.
As for his origin, Uriel also has speculations. The depression in the Inspired Society was anything but natural, and the man had been injured again. "I'm not a member of the society, that envelope was picked up." The lame guard's expression changed slightly. "Tell me where Daisy Weaver is."
"Westside Manor." The mysterious fire burned the flesh and bones, and the guard lay on the ground, with his spine almost burned through. He seemed to understand something from the apprentice's behavior. "I will take that woman to hell with me. Yes, how can I leave her behind?"
"Do you recognize Edward? Edward 'The Barber'?"
"No." Plasma overflowed from his mouth and nose, and the guard twitched.
Uriel was helpless. This man took the fire with him when he set the fire, and now even the holy water and potion can't save him. "What happened to the Society?" asked the apprentice. "A rebellion? A vendetta? Or just plain sabotage?"
"None of them. The Society is on the wrong team."
Everything becomes complicated when it comes to stance. There is no doubt that Daisy Weaver is involved with the Devil's Society, and as a member of the society, her execution may be the result of a game between the two parties. Now that she has been released, it means the situation has changed. "The president and others did not escape. They are all dead, right?"
The guard said nothing. He breathed his last.
…
This time, Della didn't feel much resistance when she controlled her body, but she spent the rest of her life without noticing the change in attitude of the tower messenger. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she remembered their goal. "The president is dead! Lucia is here!"
"..."
"Hell, we don't know who did it!" That's good. "Why don't you ask! God, we need it."
Uriel interrupted her complaint. "..."
"Daisy?" Della repeated suspiciously, "Of course, she is suspected, but she will never kill him. The president is also a member of the Weaver family, they are the same clan." When Daisy was arrested by the demon hunter, Will The leader also mobilized members to rescue and used the news to create pressure. Uriel did not know these past events. "In my opinion, it's better to search for this lame man. Do you remember what he said? This person should be Dai Qian's enemy. Humph, I knew there was something wrong with him!"
"..."
She quickly withdrew her hand for fear of being affected by the flames. At the same time, a large column of thick smoke poured out of the corridor, the groan of burning wood was heard underground, and horses neighed in panic in the distance. Della hesitated for a moment and decided to leave first.
Anyway, I have to ask her. Della thought to herself, it was not because of his instructions. Sometimes, even if she is sure that she has taken the initiative in channeling, her actions are still guided by Uriel. This cannot continue. I have to make my own judgment.
But what if we find her? The psychic didn't dare talk to Weaver anymore. In fact, she realized that there was nothing she could do about it unless, like just now...
…
Uriel could not help but let out a sigh of relief when he regained his mobility. He immediately went to Weaver Manor and picked up his luggage while passing by the hotel. When the flames spread out of the gate of the Inspiration Society and attracted the attention of the patrol, the apprentice found Daisy at the dining table of the manor...
...and a dozen mysterious guards on guard.
Just the right time. "Looks like there's a tough battle to be fought," he said to Della. The psychic dislikes this type of news, but there is nothing that can be done about the situation.
The glass shattered and cold air poured into the room. Daisy Weaver's spoon fell into the bowl and she fell backwards. "Assassin!" she shouted above all the noise.
Uriel crashed into the window and pushed it until he reached the dining table. In front of him was the custard and soup with the lid opened, and the mushrooms were rising and falling. Daisy threw the candlestick—the only one she had at hand—in an attempt to keep her distance, and the apprentice quickly knocked the tablecloth off.
"It's you!" She recognized Uriel. At this time, the guards had broken in and protected her. Daisy Weaver wiped the oil stains from her face and waved her hand: "Catch him."
The guard aroused the mystery, and the sword light came towards him. Uriel felt the excitement coming from Della, and felt like a lump in his throat. He threw the doily and a table of delicious meals towards everyone opposite, and then drew the rune sword from his sleeve.
The magic tore the cloth apart, sending the plates flying and shattering against the wall. The guard just pushed away the obstruction in his field of vision. In the blink of an eye, he saw the sword flash past again, and subconsciously raised the sword to block. Uriel took the opportunity to kick his chest, pushing the guy onto his teammates. The two stumbled back.
He turned around to avoid the spear and reached out to hold the wooden pole. It's like passing the baton in a race. No one expected this scene. The apprentice's reaction speed is much faster than the mystery of job transfer, and the Weaver family obviously does not have a high ring. His opponent instinctively tried to take back the weapon, but a huge force came back from his hand, causing him to lose his center of gravity and almost fall down. Uriel grabbed the spear, smashed his knee into his stomach, and spun the spear in his hand, forcing the surrounding guards to retreat.
The man who had thrown away his weapon fell down in pain, but grabbed his leg. The apprentice retracted his spear as fast as lightning and stabbed downward hard, about to pin the enemy to the ground.
Someone shouted, the spear broke, and two blade-wielding guards rushed forward. The apprentice kicked off the nearest nose bridge, but felt the slight trembling of the fire, as well as stiffness in his hands and feet. Mysterious. The soldier covered his face and climbed to his feet, letting him free. Before people swarmed around him, the apprentice dodged the tip of the knife and rolled under the table.
In the narrow space, the guards' weapons clashed and jingled, making it difficult to achieve anything. At the moment of stone fire, the person with quick thinking tried to lift the table, but at this time the apprentice had come out from the other end.
The guards at the front were still sweeping away with their weapons. He pressed the ridge of the sword, and cracks appeared in the steel. The opponent was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly let go, but Uriel slammed him into his arms, waving his hands and feet while groaning, and hammering with his arm guards. By this time, the apprentice had turned over and stood firm.
He struck the guard's helmet with his sword, and there was a "buzz" sound. The guard's head bounced back, and he was also hit against the wall, with his legs shaking as he walked away. Uriel then grabbed the unlucky guy by the collar and threw it behind him. The guard immediately jumped into the air and flew farther than the plate. The soldier holding a crossbow by the window hurriedly dodged and was in a panic.
The situation was such that the soldiers guarding Weaver had to step forward, but Daisy turned around and ran away.
Uriel let her disappear down the stairs. His body melted into the shadows like ink as the guards regrouped and attacked from all sides.
"Don't move, ma'am." Daisy Weaver froze immediately with the sharp knife in her throat. "I want something from you."
"What do you want?" Her voice was very hoarse.
"Has the Society of Inspiration been destroyed by the Association?"
"There's no doubt about it. They died a wonderful death, the only drawback was that it was too late."
Uriel did not ask what role she played in it. What happened "that day" made the guard go crazy. Maybe he was not a guard after all. "You control the city?"
"Hmph, that's right. As you can see."
"So, is the person in the society a demon hunter, or your enemy?"
"My enemies are all dead." Dai Qian glared at the shapeless shadow in front of her, "You came to ask me, Brother Gaia? I know, no one in the church is responding now, right?" She laughed mockingly. "That will be your fate too."
I don’t know where her confidence comes from. "As a monk of Gaia, I feel sad for you." Uriel replied calmly, "Your plan will not work. There is no point in resisting."
"Idiot! I'm just a pawn!" Daisy Weaver shouted, "This is just a bait to lure you smart people into taking the bait."
Terrible news. "Where are they?"
"They're already dead!" she laughed. "The association uses them to keep warm!"
"What association?"
Daisy's laughter stopped abruptly. She glared at the apprentice, seeming to realize something was wrong, but the sharp blade around her neck quickly reminded her that she had no control over it at the moment. "Washmouth Restoration Regiment."
"Now, give me the things you looted from the Society's warehouse."
"Not on me! I..."
"Spiritual Vision"
In just one second, the dream ended. "Thank you for your honesty." Uriel cut the tip of the knife, and hot blood spurted out from the wound, dripping on the chest of the new Weaver clan leader. Her eyes widened, but then darkened.
Deep down in her heart, Miss Psychic screamed in an unheard voice, unable to believe that he suddenly killed her.
"Stop shouting, I haven't forgotten your report." The apprentice said as he tore open Daisy Weaver's pocket and found a bunch of ferocious tooth necklaces. Judging by their shape, they clearly did not fall off naturally.
A small key hung in it. Uriel tore off the decorative chain and picked up the key.
"...!" ...! 』
The guards have already arrived. Seeing that the hostage in his hands was dead, one-third of the people turned around and ran away, stealing valuables along the way. Most of the guards chased them downstairs, but Uriel certainly wouldn't just wait. When he got out of the door, no one could catch him. The archers fired sparse arrows, but he easily dodged them.
Without the patriarch to mobilize manpower, the Weaver family's guards are no longer a threat. But as soon as the apprentice went out, he ran into a group of cavalry.
"Fire the arrows!" Someone ordered, and suddenly the arrows soared like birds and fell into the manor. Uriel was far away, but the guards scattered as soon as they saw them.
"Hunt the devil! Hunt the devil!" the cavalry shouted. The two sides fell into a pursuit and melee.
"Damn it, these people are demon hunters." Della used his voice to speak, "What's going on?"
"They are considered rebels now," the apprentice replied. And Daisy Weaver is backed by a secret society. As the manor began to become chaotic and the city became less stable, he saw thick smoke rising from the direction of the Inspiration Society. No one was extinguishing the fire, and perhaps someone was still adding fuel to the flames. The apprentice avoids the battlefield and enters a windowless square tower.
"It must have something to do with your unlucky friend! If you ask me, why don't you avoid him earlier... Uriel, where are you going?"
The only room is at the apex. There is no one in the room, but the furniture is complete, and there are various ornaments placed in the corners. Here, the apprentice finds many women's supplies, as well as a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. Many information bags are stored together, labeled and numbered on the bookshelf.
"You want to hide here?" Della asked. He had had enough of her ridiculous questions.
Uriel locked the door. Now we are undisturbed. A sharp blade appeared in his hand out of thin air. He stood in front of the mirror and watched it gradually solidify. Then, without any warning, the apprentice turned the frost sword and stabbed the sharp blade into his belly.
Dizziness accompanied by severe pain. A chill ran through his body, but his arms felt warm. "Get out," Uriel gasped. He pressed his forehead against the mirror and looked into the reflection. "Otherwise this is just the beginning. You won't want to come back, I promise."
"Oh my God." The psychic was so stunned, "Are you crazy! At this time? People outside will take the opportunity to kill you!"
Of course the enemy won't miss it, Uriel thought. If the journey is safe, you will not let me come back. "Either you get out, or we die together."
"You're trying to scare me!"
"That's right." Uriel drew his sword and stabbed again. This time it penetrated the ribs, and he had to carefully go around the bones. Blood sprayed on the mirror, leaving horrific traces. "That's how I scare you."
There was silence. She seemed to be thinking about countermeasures and weighing the pros and cons, but Uriel was already aware of her fear.
"No. 59." He spoke, noticing that the volume was much lower than expected. "Phylactery."
"You know! Are you conspiring against me? Starting from when I stepped into the Inspiration Society?"
Uriel didn't answer. He drew his sword and inserted it into his chest. The process was long and smooth, and Della didn't even have the courage to manipulate him at this time.
"You're going to die, Uriel!" she cried in panic, "so much blood! Damn it!"
The apprentice slowly turned sideways, finally leaning against the mirror. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, but the ice blade suddenly fell apart and disappeared into the air. The wound left behind instantly gushed with blood. He couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground. But soon, the rapid loss of heat made his body become lighter, and he just didn't want to move anymore.
A shadow quickly emerged from his body. "You win!" screamed the ghost, "That's enough! You're crazy!"
Della Sinsena took the initiative to release the channeling.
His eardrums seemed to be separated by a layer of water, and everything was unclear. Uriel struggled to find a painless way to breathe and reached for the wound. Fortunately, this was not his first operation. Under such an extreme situation, the magic gradually took shape. As the healing potion seeped into an open and closed bright red mouth, the apprentice felt his consciousness disconnected at this moment.
Gaia is on top. I probably died once. He didn't know how he returned to the human world, but the result was unquestionable. Uriel opened his shirt and saw that the wound was growing inside.
He didn't flip through the files, he opened the drawer directly and got a square box. "Your new home."
"I'm sorry!" Della rushed over, she clung to his back, her transparent arms passed through his waist. "Please, Uriel. I don't want you dead. I love you. Oh, gods. I owe you so much. Don't leave me alone, Uriel, this is the only thing I have..."
"I'm done with you, Sinsena." The life box was opened, the figure of Miss Psychic faded and disappeared, and Uriel closed the lid.
The chattering in my ears finally died away. The apprentice felt relieved. The wound hurt, but he deliberately avoided important internal organs, and the potion was enough to heal him. Now there was only one thing left to do.
Apparently it wasn't Della Sinsena's stupidity.
