The windows were closed, and the room was filled with the fragrance of the forest, but the visitor didn't even notice.
"Can you tell me his story, Elf Lady?" The girl pushed aside the astrologer's dark robe and looked at her expectantly. "About his family. Not much is written about that part of the book."
What a strange thing. It seems like I have nothing else to do except tell stories to this brat. When Mabel arrived in the Floating Cloud City, the war in Huoklin was in full swing. The Destiny Assembly was very busy and she was received by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Affairs. She waited until the undead evacuated the Sky Island. During this period, Mabel tried every means to try to meet the prophet "Night Awakening" in the tower.
As a result, she was rejected. The officials in the Affairs Department were very polite and never refused her request face to face. The logistics department sends people to deliver various gifts every day. Nobles of all sizes came upon hearing the news and came to visit her or invite her to be her guests. Among them, a group of environmentalists who claimed to be "nature guardians" asked her to spread Heather's noble teachings of caring for trees to the forest race on Sky Island. When she mentioned the status of the tower and the prophet, these people asked her questions. In view of this, when the Ministry of Foreign Affairs officials arrived, Mabel handed over the token that Uriel had left to them, hoping to use the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' relationship to meet the prophet. The man's expression could not conceal his shock, which made her hopeful, but he never came back and there is still no response.
The Tower of Sky stands high in the clouds, so close to Brumnot that only Mabel can't reach it. Finally, she made up her mind and visited the local Heather Church in person, but unfortunately, they were as deserted as the Gaia Church in the Kingdom of Quicksand and could not speak for her. The owner of our famous "Seven Lamps Cottage" had no choice but to drink tea in the reception room and tell stories to the astrologer who was responsible for receiving guests.
But to be honest, she quite enjoyed this moment. The world was raining outside the window and I was enjoying the fire by the fireplace. "Wolfgang was born into a noble family and was born to be a knight." Mabel told the story. "His father told him that knights are noble people who swear allegiance to their lord and country. His brothers... "
"His father and his brother are idiots, and he himself is a gifted idiot. This family only deserves to live in our nonsense stories." A voice shouted, "Wolfgang is a man made of promises. You monster, you can’t hold anything else in your mind.”
Mabel could say no more. Compared with Roma, the girl who chased her asking for stories was quite quiet. But her arrival meant a change. "If you don't want to hear the story, don't make trouble here, Roma."
The little lion made a face. "Sabina, Larsen wants you to count the constellations."
"What?" The girl suddenly stood up and almost tripped over her robe. "How can this be calculated!"
"Go ahead. Go downstairs."
After she hurried away, the little lion Roma got into the house, assuming a proud and arrogant posture. "I came here to help you out, Mabel. But there's no need to thank me, our relationship is special."
The nature spirit couldn't help but smile. "That girl has a good relationship with you, why did you drive her away?"
"She can't listen to sad stories, not even a little bit. I don't want to see her cry." Roma said like an adult.
"Oh, I can see that," Mabel said. "The story of the Knight of the White Night has a romantic part, and that's all I'll tell her."
"It's romantic for her, but not for the victim. Do you know Ingrid?"
Mabel hadn't heard it. "The name of a human being."
"That's it. Never mind, there's no need to care. I have something to ask you, Lady Magdalene."
It's best if it's not about Yaskawa. Mabel thought. Otherwise, you will be the one crying instead of your little friend. "Ask. Now you are the host and I am the guest."
"Why did you come to Bloomnott?" the little lion blurted out.
"Is there more?" she asked without answering.
"What's going on with my profession? You live in Shimmer Forest. Do you know the whereabouts of Anchuan? Oh, he is my mentor. Also, Uriel said that he met you and a dragon in the country of the Silent School. Peer, are you still taking her with you now?" The little lion kept spitting out questions like a leaky water bag. "Please, tell me the answer quickly."
"These are all your problems," Mabel reminded her.
Roma shrugged. "Oh, Helen did ask me to recite a list with a lot of questions. I think the Destiny Assembly wants me to get the answers from you. But let me tell you, those questions are not urgent."
"Other than the reason why I came to Floating Cloud City?"
"Well, I'm also very curious." She blinked.
Who says this kid isn't smart? Mabel looked at her in a new light. After saying goodbye to Shimmer Forest, she became mature. Cloyinta was indeed where she grew up, but Mabel had also given her help, and the girl had learned to find a balance between the two.
The nature spirit touched the scarf. "It seems that I need to satisfy your curiosity." She teased, "After all, our relationship is not ordinary, and it is worthy of me to confess my intentions." A strange sense of satisfaction rose in her heart. Rejoiced. Love. After all, I am also considered the elder of this child. "Be prepared, I will only talk to you."
The little lion flicked his tail and closed the door. "what happened?"
"Someone is looking for me." Mabel said softly. "I don't know who the other person is. I can only be sure that he is very dangerous. To tell you the truth, I came to the tower to take refuge. You may have experience in dealing with him."
Roma was surprised: "But you are Kongjing."
"There are differences in the sky." This is nothing to admit. "Indeed, I am not a new generation, but in the face of real seniority, career differences are worlds apart." Mabel twisted a seed and spawned a long string of snow-white flowers, which fell to the ground like a waterfall, with branches and vines. Climb to the window. She herself couldn't tell what kind of flower it was. "Look, I only go to dreams occasionally. I heard that Croyinta has done some research on dreams."
"Larson is an expert on dreams."
"Your Majesty the Eye of Iron. I hope he will welcome me."
"It's absolutely true. If Helen hadn't bumped into him on the way, he would have come directly to you."
Mabel also heard about Helen. It's an old name, although it doesn't sound very special today. "To be honest, Roma, I would rather meet this witch of destiny."
"real or fake?"
"It's completely true. We are on the same plane, so it would be too lazy to let her wait next door."
The window is open. The original high-altitude scenery outside the glass was restored to wall lamps and velvet fringed benches in a wave of ripples. A witch sits on a chair.
The first time Mabel met the famous Lady Helen Dorothea, she only saw one of her eyes. The descendant of the "Victor" is wrapped in a mysterious and solemn witch's cloak, with veils and gems covering her face. Still, Mabel recognized her identity.
"She found out," Roma announced cheerfully.
The Harp Witch stood up. "It's hard for me to hide when you're here."
"Don't blame me. Lady Magdalen is much more powerful than you. She defeated the Black Knight!"
"It would be great if that were the case." The nature elf smiled and sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't have time to escape."
Then, the entire wall disappeared. The Witch of Destiny walked up to her and walked around the flower bag hanging on the carpet. Mabel dropped her expression. I didn't realize that the wall was also an illusion. There is indeed a bit of mystery in the witch's methods, which is rarely reflected in orthodox inheritance.
Helen studied her. "Please understand my vigilance, Lord Priest. Ordinary visitors should be treated with courtesy, but the person chasing you now is very dangerous."
"I heard about Huoklin." This was one of the reasons why she came to the tower.
"A nightingale that comes and goes without a trace can avoid astrological observation." said the Witch of Destiny. "I'm not sure he is the one tracking you, but since you came to the door, you may be able to provide clues."
"I do have clues, and there are more important things that I need to inform you about."
"I would like to hear the details, Your Excellency."
Mabel let go of her hand, and the bunch of flowers fell, quickly withered and shattered, turning into glittering dust. She stared at the remains of the plant and wanted to crush it with her feet, but this was someone else's hall. "After the Knight of the White Night asked me to keep the Bible, I became very interested in mysterious objects, and even deliberately collected them."
"As far as I know, you prefer collecting flower seeds."
"Plant seeds." She corrected, "The uses of the two are different. I have to enrich the recipe, and the mysterious items cannot be eaten. Anyway, during this period, I heard about an item with a questionable purpose."
"suspicious?"
"A pair of nightingale's armor." Mabel said, "Simple, light and very flexible. It has special power -" She gestured, and the oil paint on her fingertips drew a gorgeous arc in front of her neck. "-enough to threaten the safety of many important people. So when it fell into the hands of a noble man, he decided to melt it and recast it to eliminate hidden dangers and avoid wasting its precious materials."
Roma wanted to ask, but the witch grabbed her shoulders first. In silence, Helen patiently waited for the follow-up.
Mabel gave her an approving look. "The Nightingale's armor was completely unrecognizable. It lost its original strength and became much heavier. It turned into a gorgeous knight's armor. Later, when the noble family fell into decline, it was sold many times and became a frequent visitor to the store. The final buyer was fascinated by its exquisiteness. I found the blacksmith who made the armor and asked him to use it as a model to make more armors of the same style. But the blacksmith refused."
"'I didn't make this, sir.' the blacksmith told the buyer. 'The pattern on it is the trace left by the flame, and I did not process it again. In fact, I tried my best to copy the same pattern. The only thing that belongs to me in this piece is the helmet.’ The buyer was puzzled and asked why.”
"The blacksmith revealed the truth." Mabel slowly narrated, "This armor was Nightingale's treasure. At that time, he was very poor, so he had bad intentions and coveted the armor's helmet. But when the armor was recast one day, the steel would grow on its own. Patterns, a new mystery is born in fire.”
A whole new mystery? Roma's mouth was asking.
"The change in form affected the mysterious effect." Mabel pretended not to see it. "And the blacksmith had something in his heart. The noble lord sent someone to get it, so he put on a new helmet and claimed that the armor came from his head. The feet were made by him.”
"From the nightingale to the knight." The witch thought thoughtfully, subconsciously reaching out and stroking the bell at the end of her hair. "It's probably not alchemy that has changed so much. The dwarves' Iron City has a unique forging technology that encompasses everything. Perhaps the recasting of this armor was made by them."
It was a big deal for her to let go. The little lion's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "The Nightingale Armor has changed, but the helmet is still there?"
"Yes. It is still Nightingale's treasure and has the mysterious power to protect the wearer. As for the recast armor, it is already the knight's treasure." Mabel told them.
Having said this, the meaning is self-evident.
"If the assassin gets this treasure, even the astrologer can't find him."
"How come there is this thing?" the little lion said.
"According to rumors, the Nightingale Treasure was originally a masterpiece of the Mercury Temple of the Aurenia Empire during the Ancestors Period. The priests created this thing to serve the nobles. Assassinate opponents, intimidate political opponents, and eliminate internal clans. A good knife will take away all worries. ." Mabel said, "These need to be completed under the eyes of astrologers and judicial authorities, so the birth of this thing is undoubtedly very targeted. Its owner left a record, saying that this thing can eliminate wear and tear. the person’s presence.”
"Presence," Helen repeated. She considered the word carefully, lost in thought. "The power that can make people ignore his existence..."
"So, even if he walks down the street openly, we can't see him?"
"When you see him, it's like seeing a fallen leaf or a tile. Its appearance is natural. Do you have to be wary of leaves and sand all day long?"
The little lion crushed the dust on the floor with his paws. "Slug from the detection station," she muttered, "no one noticed anything unusual about her."
"Who is this?" Is it another victim of the "non-existent nightingale"?
"The poor man who lost his life innocently." Helen replied without saying much. She nodded to Mabel: "Your clues are valuable, Ms. Magdalen."
"Of course. I won't come to the tower to ask for trouble."
"We have encountered a lot of troubles recently, and we really can't spare any time. Besides, some of my colleagues at the Destiny Gathering believe that you are responsible for the spread of the Glimmer Forest." These words sounded very meaningful. "But regardless of the attitude of the rally, I personally thank you very much."
Looks like I'm still an unwelcome guest, Mabel thought. Although slightly better than the Black Knight and his undead army.
"We have understood your purpose of coming, Lady Magdalene." The witch continued, "However, the prophet is busy dealing with affairs in the mysterious place and cannot get away for a while." There have been many guests visiting the tower recently. "According to the schedule, his latest availability is in four weeks. If you are willing to wait, the assembly will be more than happy to arrange a meeting for you."
"Four weeks is too long." Mabel did not travel from Moniantoros to the City of Floating Clouds just to watch the night view in the reception room of the tower.
"Please forgive me, Your Excellency. The war in Huoklin has just stopped, and Cloyinta has too many matters to deal with urgently."
"One of them is the Sky Realm Nightingale that comes and goes without a trace? I saw the adventurer's reward, and the mysterious creature called him the 'King of Nightingales'."
"If you ask me," cried Roma, "that title should be given to that helmet."
"If you are worried about your own safety, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can provide protection." Helen told her, "At least it is safe here."
The nightingale's intrusion was but a trivial matter. To be honest, she wasn't affected at all, the helmet's wearer was busy assassinating Helen. Mabel had nothing to do with him and mentioned it just to impress him. "I still hope to be with the Prophet..."
"I'm afraid not." "Witch of Destiny" said gently but firmly.
"You said that half a month ago."
"There is a reason for this. Order has launched a demon hunting campaign again. Cloyin Tower is the eye of the Seven Fulcrums, so it is natural to keep a close eye on the enemy." The witch explained. "We are not the only ones. The Holy Radiance Council has deployed its troops to incite the subordinate countries. The Silent School recalled the monks. The Oath Keepers Alliance is eager to welcome Queen Sita back, and they are willing to spend a large amount of precious materials to do so." Her tone did not sound like a perfunctory tone. "Everyone has their own plans. They just wait for us to find the association's lair and eradicate the evil spirits."
"Wait until four weeks later?"
"No matter what, before attacking the devil, the seven fulcrums of the mysterious realm must be aligned internally and externally." Now you are still far away.
"Seven Fulcrums are impossible." Mabel told them, "The Ash-End Temple is far away in the underground world, and the demon hunting movement has nothing to do with them. Do I have to wait until magma erupts from the center of the earth?"
"I dare say that there are demons in the underground world." The little lion Roma Digu said.
"Mere demons are nothing. The problem lies in secret societies. Only large societies, gathering groups of nameless people, have the threat to shake the order." There is little contact between the underground world and Binya Aio, and the circulation of people is even more difficult.
In the one hundred years since the end of the War of the Saints, Mabel had only seen Dalton Shadowfang, the only underground race from the Ash-End Temple. Even the wife of White Night Knight Wolfgang is only a night elf and not a member of the Temple. Uriel and Nacita knew little about Drow, but Mabel could easily see through his origins. Shadow is born from light and is the shape of soul. His skills are undoubtedly inherited from the orthodoxy of his ancestors.
"The fulcrum of order has been divided for a long time, and it takes time to adapt to each other."
“There are some problems that resilience alone cannot solve.”
"What happened, Lady Magdalene?" Roma asked, and the Witch of Fate frowned at her, but the girl didn't notice at all. "Did the demon society break into the Shimmering Forest?"
If only that were the case. I don't need to waste any time, the astronomy room will get the news first. Seeing that she could not meet the prophet, Mabel gave up completely. Since everyone is so confident, why should I worry about myself? "They can't break in. Silverstone Valley hasn't sent an envoy for a long time, and the road to Cangzhi Forest is blocked."
Roma was surprised: "Seal it down?"
"The Blue Forest is shrouded in fog." After confessing the truth, Mabel felt a sense of relief. "Those who enter by mistake will never return. It has become a terrifying and mysterious place among mortals. Even I can't go back."
"As far as I know, Saint Valoran does not welcome outsiders to enter." The witch pointed out, "And you, Mabel Magdalen, have been traveling for a long time and have never returned to the Blue Forest. We all know this. "
"Please worry about my whereabouts."
"Your final destination is Yin Shiman. In any case, that small kingdom belongs to Croyin Tower." The fate of borrowing the astrologer's territory. I'm not surprised. "It's surprising that the high priest of Saint Valoran came into the house. The gathering didn't receive any invitations. But we don't welcome guests." The witch said, "We just ask you to repair the tear you tore. When you are ready to leave Kingdom, no one can stop you.”
"Oh, there is a precedent for this. I am not the first nature spirit to wander outside. The pioneers have to go back to the time of the ancestors."
"Obviously you are in the minority. The vast majority of nature elves are less willing to travel far than the fog elves in Faftanna. Maybe your kindred people heard about the demon hunting movement and stayed behind closed doors."
"That's wrong, Your Excellency Helen, this matter has little to do with my people of the same race." Mabel held up the tea cup, "The root cause of this matter is the Holy Maiden of the Blue. Now she is the only voice in the forest."
The witch was dubious. "Sorry, I know too little about your system construction."
"This is not common. We are like a mortal kingdom, not like the mysterious fulcrum. From the little leaf humans to the dragons of Silverstone Valley, Heather's people are all headed by her, without any noise. If the saint rules Saint Valoran instead of Heather , this is actually accurate." Speaking of her hometown, Mabel was surprised that she was so calm.
"Even if the forest is not sealed off, staying in the Cangzhi Forest is no different from confinement. People have lost their free will. A strange movement or a dissatisfied whisper can lead to death. The Holy Lady is the god of faith in Saint Valoran. I don't dare to say another word about her. Look, I have been wandering for three hundred years for my first attempt."
Roma and the witch looked at each other. "You were actually kicked out of the Cangzhi Forest?" the little lion head blurted out.
"What sweet words, Roma." Mabel smiled, "I took the initiative to travel outside the forest because there is no delicious food I am looking for in the Blue Forest."
"This is dictatorship!" Roma shouted.
"Otherwise, what do you think 'rule' is?"
"Our tower is not like this."
Yeah? When the prophet makes a decision, I wonder how many people in your assembly will choose to oppose it. Mabel wasn't stupid enough to reveal it. "Since the War of Dawn, the imperial system of the Ancestors no longer exists. Mystical level is the fundamental reflection of status. Croyin Tower is what we need to learn from."
"Then it should be the Holy Lady who comes."
"She doesn't have my humble heart." Mabel said dullly, "But she can't change it for a while. The demon hunting movement has been restarted, and I hope to meet the prophet of Guita."
"Discussing the current situation of Saint Valoran? No, we will not send envoys to disturb you, don't worry."
"On the contrary," Mabel said, "The situation in St. Valoran is all hearsay. In fact, I have only been away from my hometown for only three hundred years, but I found that many ancient forest heritages are gradually falling into silence. They will disappear soon. ...This is a sign of disaster. I don't know what the Saint will do about this. I have never been able to see her clearly...but the power of Otto, the god of destiny, can penetrate the fog of Heather. If you care about Saint Valoran For the sake of order, my lord, please guide the way for the people of the forest.”
The witch met her eyes. "Maybe you mean what you say, and we do have a responsibility. But what exactly do you want us to do?"
"Miss Roma Penelope." Mabel turned her head and looked at the little lion. Her blonde hair shines. "I need her to carry on the lost mystical profession."
