"Am I dazzled, or are you really Uriel?" Ryan asked.
"Perhaps both. Your exclamation really brings nothing new to me, ser." Uriel replied.
"Of course he is." Hitarian didn't like what Uriel called the mercenary. In fact, there are no nobles in the association at all, especially after the Black Knight cleaned up the family power. She didn't like the troublemaker at all who smelled of chaos and dust, who would be caught by night watchmen when walking on the street, and who was idle all day long. "There is only one Uriel in the world."
Ryan twisted his nose and glanced at the apprentice.
"She's right." Uriel sighed, "I have no brothers."
"Oh, this is the first time I've heard of this." He laughed dryly, "This... this kind and beautiful little lady, uh, I'm also very happy to meet you for the first time..."
"I recognize you. Why are you here?" Hitarian interrupted, "Where is the leader of your Ravens, 'One Arm'? Or are you here on his behalf?"
"I……"
"Okay, Lingot, he just came to the hospital to visit his friends, nothing else." Uriel explained.
"He is your friend?" Hitarian could tell, but he couldn't help but ask.
"Not looking at me." The tower messenger turned around and rang the doorbell, "Worrell, can we come in?"
An angry shout penetrated the door panel. "Come on!" Hitarian was frightened. The roar was accompanied by a "bang bang" sound, and the room seemed to be shaking. This door, this name, and the voice... She tried her best to think of the owner of this ward. I must have been here.
When she actually saw the patient, she was still too shocked to speak. "It's you, young apprentice, young lady." The other party also saw her, and his tone softened, "You haven't been here for a long time."
Hitarian blushed. Fortunately, Uriel's back was turned to her, and the wounded man did not raise his head, so no one saw her embarrassment. How could I forget Worrell? I treated him with my own hands. She really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
The tower messenger was not at ease either. "It seems that we have known each other for a long time, but we don't know each other. It's really unexpected."
The wounded man turned towards him. "I thought you were gone, my lord."
"In a matter of seconds, the gods asked me to stay as your patient."
Worrell raised his head with a smile on his face: "Thank you for your thought." Hitarian felt that his tone was profound, but he couldn't understand it. "But that's certainly not what you mean. Ryan, old man, tell me, why can't the Ravens even do this?"
Ryan coughed. "It's not up to me to make the decision." He muttered.
"Where's Enspan? I heard he stabbed a big man. How is he?"
This man is the night watchman. Hitarian thought of him. My co-workers have their own agendas, my bosses come and go without a trace, and my friends are always going their own way and risking their lives. She didn't know what worse could happen, maybe die while hunting demons.
"Not worse than you." Ryan shrugged, "But not much better. That's probably why he sent me to visit."
"And Belugo Vivici, our great philanthropist." The wounded man said sarcastically, "There has been a shortage of medicines in the hospital recently, and even the prices of bandages have increased. Do you have any clues?"
"He betrayed the Ravens!"
"Then what?"
"Falled." Ryan smiled, "He won't be able to reap the benefits."
Worrell sighed: "Look at these compatriots who are hurting each other, Uriel. In the holy city of Zangwill, people are willing to risk their lives for each other when fleeing. When they arrive at the safe association base camp, they Instead, we have to fight to the death. I don’t know what’s worse between the outside world and Byrne.”
"There will be an end to all this," Uriel told him.
"can you?"
"If you think about it carefully, nothing is impossible." When the tower messenger spoke with a smile, it seemed that even the most absurd ideal would come true one day. "A lot of things have happened in Bayern recently, and it's probably a good thing."
"How good is it?"
Uriel was picking up a piece of fruit from the table and holding the blade between his middle and index fingers. "It can't be worse."
Hitarian was relieved. As a wounded person and a former leader, Worrell's mental state was not good enough to joke casually. She was secretly worried and didn't know whether she should remind him. Who would have thought that he was going to see Worrell! What a strange thing. How did these two people know each other?
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Fortunately, the wounded didn't pay attention. "If there is no bad thing, it is a good thing. That's the truth. If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment."
"Without hope, you get nothing. We still have options, brother."
Thinking of what the messenger had just said, Hitarian felt uneasy, but there was nothing she could do. She knows many magics to comfort others, but this cannot calm the anger between the Nameless One and the Fulcrum of Order.
Only His Majesty the King, who was the target of the Fulcrum of Order...he died...no one can change that fact. After all, he is not the Black Knight!
The undead are born from the remains. Hitarian couldn't help but think of Lady Liana's words. The Lord is not a Knight of the Cross either. He will protect you and will not hurt you. We are fellow souls.
Except for those who take advantage of the situation. she thought coldly. Hitarian personally drafted the arrest warrants for the Mighty Hands, Brunken and Bellugo Chamber of Commerce. After the lords reviewed and signed them, they were sent to Celsus. The gang of street gangsters are probably meeting in jail now. But she wasn't going to share these secrets with Uriel.
The Ravens are an exception. The Black Knight said that Handy Enspan was not one of his men, but in the palace incident, this man and the Raven Staff played an important role and were collaborators with the Night's Watch. Hitarian failed to understand the key and did not dare to doubt the lord's words. However, she still felt uncomfortable when dealing with Ryan in the hospital. He was a prisoner just a few days ago!
There are worse. "I remember you were the leader, Worrell." Hitarian didn't understand. "Are you also a member of the Ravens?"
"I am the Night's Watch. All the Witek Shazos are Night's Watch, even Handy Enspan."
"He was also the leader?"
"No. The leader cannot stay in Bain, and there is no chance to form a small team. I think this person should have a very complicated identity and be engaged in some... secret work." The wounded man moved his waist, "But isn't it the same for me? When I was walking outside, my identity was a secret, and my name was a secret until I retired. But in Byrne, before I left the city, Handy was a good colleague as a good person. I could still talk to him, so from then on No questions asked."
"The Lord said that Handy Enspan was not his man."
Worrell was silent for a moment and replied: "Oh, you are right. I think this is inevitable. Handy came to Byrne from Ogrethal, and then joined the ranks of the Night's Watch... He must have many arrangements , but I don’t care at all. My job is outside of Byrne.”
I asked too many questions. Hitarian shut his mouth, silently blaming himself.
Only Sir Ryan is ignorant. "What do you mean, secret work? It can't be ladder smuggling." He laughed, thinking he was being humorous. "It won't do if it's too secretive. We'll lose business."
Hitarian regretted not adding his name to the arrest warrant.
"There are seven lords in Bain, Ryan." Uriel reminded, "Although you were born in Bain, if you think about it carefully, who do you belong to?"
"Jazz"'s laughter stopped abruptly. He looked around in horror, noticing that Hitarian was the Recorder of the Undead Lord, Uriel had just left the palace alive, and even Worrell, who was lying on the bed, a friend of the Ravens, had been the leader before. A member of the clan, governed by the undead lord. People all looked at him, and the guy couldn't help but swallow his saliva. "Well……"
Reen's expression pleased Kitarian, and she tried her best to remain serious, but her emotions were gone. The wounded man let out hoarse laughter, and Uriel stared at him seriously.
"How did you find out?" Worrell asked.
"What did you find? Our Lord Sir is actually a coward?"
The wounded man laughed. "Sir!"
Ryan gradually put away his fear and frowned, looking confused and suspicious. It seems like he still doesn't know what happened. Hitarian gritted his teeth to keep silent. She even felt that this guy was less hateful.
"As soon as we met, I could tell who he was." Uriel said with a serious face. "He is quite stylish, and he enjoys himself in his words. Whenever things come to a head, he disappears very quickly. This What else could it be if it wasn't 'jazz'?"
Ryan glared at him. But Hitarian could see that he seemed to dare not contradict Uriel.
Worrell laughed again. "That's right to the point, Uriel. Jazz and coward are both suitable. Who can believe that it's not even half a month since I introduced you? Now you have learned to give them nicknames. I considered stealing Handy's nickname earlier. Now it seems that I don’t have any new options. How about half of the people?"
Uriel finally couldn't stand it any longer. "Leave it to me." He raised a hand and laughed so hard that he was out of breath. "You are just missing a few parts, but you make yourself look like a dwarf."
"Small guys? I usually call them goblins."
He laughed harder. "As the gods bear witness, I really... never thought that I would have this kind of... habit."
"The Knight of Proverbs doesn't lie, does he?"
Ryan snorted. "That's what everyone said."
"No, don't get me wrong, sometimes I just want to say something nice."
Hitarian was jealous. She had no idea that Uriel would be so popular in his short time at Byrne, and it would actually be worse if he arrived so early without her knowing. This feeling only occurred when Ms. Liana was looking for information about other girls, which made her feel terrified.
But that was all a long time ago. Before I become the Lord's nightingale. Now Uriel was communicating with the wounded and Ryan. She instinctively captured their conversation. When Ryan talked about Handy Espan and the Ravens, she accidentally remembered it in her heart.
Therefore, when they left and closed the door to the room, she quickly realized something and spoke first: "It's only been three days, Uriel. I can't let you out."
"Did you not see the fruit? A friend taught me this. He could do it with a toothpick."
You cut it into three equal parts with one hand, and removed the core and skin. Hitarian admitted that she could not do such a thing on her own, and that using both hands would be useless. The requirements for apprenticeships at the High Tower Foreign Office and the Byrne National Hospital are different. "Some injuries don't just disappear on the surface and are completely healed! In this regard, I dare say you are an amateur."
Uriel shrugged: "There are no hidden dangers in divine magic."
"I mean mentally," Hitarian pointed out. "You are very tired, but you have to work hard. I hope you can rest for a few more days."
The smile disappeared from his face. "As you can see, Worrell doesn't have any more time. I have things to do and I have to go. If you want to interfere, Hitarian, I won't stop you. But equally, you can't stop me."
For a moment, she actually thought he would take action, and her fire fluctuated accordingly. However, the magic was ready to go, but Hitarian was frozen in place. This is Uriel, not the prisoner she interrogated! She felt caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Don't think too much." The tower messenger patted her shoulder, "I will be back. Without your lord's permission, where can I go?"
After Uriel left, she was still shocked by the brief thought, and finally had to use magic on herself. Calm fell, but the fading emotion brought no relief. Hitarian wanted so badly to go back to Ruth and Liana, but they were in Garvash and she was no longer a little girl. She returned to Mulum's room alone, imagining the moment when they hugged each other and whispered secretly.
This is the life of an ordinary girl, she told herself, not a nightingale who belongs to a secret society. This is not my life.
But at the end of the day, what should life be like?
Suddenly, a desire arose in Hitarian's heart. Strangely, it was not for the peace of the past, nor for the escape from war, nor even for the coming of peace.
She longs for Murum, to spend the rest of her life with him, to go to church. She longed to be somewhere else, not the outer city of Byrne, but Moniantoros, the four-leaf city. What's up with the "weird experts" now? My wizard friend Regla, who was supposed to come to Bain with me, was left behind by the bitter words in the letters and her mother's tears. The woman wanted to marry her to an old nobleman earlier! Hitarian couldn't figure it out.
I miss them. she realized. I am not just a nightingale of the Society, I was a disciple of the School of Silence. To be honest, if wizards did not have the habit of burning unknown people to death, Hitarian would not actually hate learning witchcraft. Why am I a devil? She longed for answers.
She longed for more…more…
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"I'm glad you can wait for me here." Uriel smiled when he saw him.
Ryan snorted in displeasure, "I'm not happy. Damn it, Enspan didn't teach me to coax the kids with you."
"He can't come forward in person?"
"Anyway, I haven't seen him. If you want to ask, he might see you. Many people saw him leading people to cause trouble in front of the Night Watch headquarters, but he still rarely shows up at this time."
Show less? I'm sure your business has also declined, but with a different partner. Uriel heard about the fighting at Vivici Manor, but after the Night's Watch intervened, he heard nothing more. The Ravens didn't dare come to the hospital to find him, let alone the Miao Hands.
"By the way, how about the fisherman and his adopted sons?" Uriel did not mention Arthur's name. Even though Ryan wouldn't know the person even if I named him, it was better to be cautious at this time. One word may bring disaster to people. "It is said that the Blenken family was uprooted and even the Chamber of Commerce was implicated."
"The bosses who formed the chamber of commerce were arrested many times, but a few of them were released." Ryan was not concerned about this. "The Raven Group has changed its partners. The businessmen are too utilitarian, and we make too little money."
If Arthur had not gone back, he would probably still be in Bronze Gear and alive and well. Uriel decided to visit again when he had time. This kid has great ideas and doesn't need to be bothered by others, especially a troubled person like me. It would be good for him to stay away from me. "The new collaborator is the Night Watchman?"
Jazz is quite disappointed. "Forgot you're an astrologer, how boring."
No, I just remembered it, and I have to thank you for reminding me. "I also foresee that the Ravens have changed their base. Please lead the way, Sir."
"The girl didn't follow you?"
"That girl is the record officer of the undead lord, and will probably be the record officer of the king in the future. The secret of the raven is not a secret. It makes no difference whether she follows me or not."
"It makes sense." Ryan muttered, "You always make sense, Uriel. Come on. I used to let the hairy man lead the way, but now I lead the way myself, eh?"
Although this guy is long-winded, he is still a good person to communicate with as long as he doesn't put on airs. Uriel could feel his vigilance. It seemed that this matter was caused by Handi Enspan, and he himself was not willing to come.
The new location looks grand and similar to a former chamber of commerce building. "How?" Jazz waved his hand.
"It's much more legal. Should we still give it away now?"
"There are more deliveries." He coughed twice, "But the original business is still there."
"That..." thing? people? "...an important matter worth a solo trip, I think you sent him away?"
"This matter." Jazz paused and lowered his voice, "It's at my place."
I knew it wasn't going to go that well. Uriel took a deep breath. "What went wrong?"
"Sir Bunyoro, Enspan wants him to run the ladder. You know I can't get around him!"
"And you don't dare to let Enspan know?"
Ryan swallowed. "The lord asked me to keep the secret of the palace." He said softly, "Anyway, this is your order. I didn't open the lid until I found you."
"You did the right thing." Uriel confirmed. No matter how sarcastic they were before, Ryan's caution saved his life. If he confessed the truth to Handy or acted without authorization, I'm afraid this guy would have a hard time in Bayern in the future. "I guess you should take it with you?"
A bottle was handed to him. There was neither warmth nor weight, Uriel's fire felt nothing. Did the Black Knight just restrain him, or did he just kill him? Seems unnecessary. The apprentice didn't dare to open it and could only pray that Lord "Yeyan" was still alive.
He couldn't help but stare at it, and thousands of thoughts came to his mind. The king who is a saint dies, but the prisoner "Ye Yan" survives. On the chessboard of war, this will be a victory for order and a serious tilt of the balance: the weight increases in the coalition forces, and in the other nameless ones minus one end. The pointer once again slides towards the cruel ending.
It wasn't me who killed the king. Uriel clenched his fists, feeling a stinging pain in his wrist. Now that things have happened, "Yeyan" has returned to the fulcrum of order and is about to become a sharp blade against the association. Can I still shirk my responsibility?
Maybe we shouldn't look for a ladder. As a bargaining chip, Mishfaran is likely to have the same unexpected value as the news of the king's death. This thought comes with a fierce force and cannot be driven away. Uriel has experienced the White Night War and knows that morality, humanity, and faith are all empty talk when it comes to life and death, giving way to absolute interests. Tikapo may be anxious about this, but her worries have actually come to fruition, "Yeyan "It's better to survive than to die.
Uriel wondered what he would do. Unfortunately, "Spirit Vision" is too energy-consuming, and he has a tough battle to fight soon.
"Take me to see... No, just pass the message for me." He stopped and said to Ryan. The latter was visibly relieved. "Anjou or Bunyoro, you can even find Lai Yin or the others, no matter who you are, please pass the news on, Ryan."
Jazz nodded. "I owe you a favor. Tell me and it will be delivered."
"I need you to tell the other person: 'Prosthetic Hand' Enspan sounds much better than 'One-Armed' Enspan. If anyone comes looking for you in the future, take him to my residence."
