A group of cavalry came towards us, and Jeter took the lead in saying hello: "On patrol again, Polly."
"Sir Polly." the leading knight corrected,
"What about you, are you causing trouble again?"
"We're here to see off our friends, sir. There's been a lot of chaos in Whinivales recently, and everyone wants to go north."
"In my opinion, the north may not be safe either. The Four-leaf Leader keeps sending letters, making people panic. There are people in Cotton Clothes Alley spreading rumors about werewolves, making irresponsible remarks about things that happened a year ago."
"What? Werewolf?"
"Everyone saw that ghost town, no doubt about it. God knows how people connected her with werewolves, eh? That's nonsense!" A long time ago.
I almost forgot.
"It's better to worry about the immediate things." York said,
"The price of entry into the city has increased, and Jiaais even charges taxes on the rats under the walls."
"He's the business manager." After Polly finished speaking, he realized that he was already the patrol cavalry captain of Winnie Watts, and his identity was different.
"Careful what you say, you lightbulb!" Sita made a face. Polly narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while before leading him away.
York felt as if he had something to say. What a strange thing. He frowned and watched the acquaintance leave. When the cavalry turned out of Cotton Clothes Alley, there was no werewolf to stop them.
There can't be any werewolves in this place! Winnie Watts was fine and was not replaced by Kamaria.
This is thanks to us. Those ignorant nobles should thank us.
"I think it's about the Snowflake Celebration." The mercenaries sat down at the wine table. After downing two glasses of ale, Nalu, a local among the mercenaries, spoke.
"We in Winniewthes don't have this tradition, but the lord enjoys it. As a result, everyone knows that something ominous happened during the celebration."
"How did I hear that it was brought by the mist elves? They went deep into the snow-capped mountains and offended the gods." The waiter brought hot soup, with golden fat floating in the bowl.
"They are foreigners anyway. They don't know the basics and always bring disaster."
"I am also a foreigner." York reminded. This guy smiled.
"Oh, you are different, boss, you are Sita. It's not too late for Winnie Watts to welcome you, and you have been here for a long time." These words made him fall into deep thought.
York is over 300 years old this year, and his time in Yinsman is only a fraction of the time, but he feels like he has lived here for half his life.
Lucia, I love this place, I'm almost from Venice. But York remembers the Glittering Pool, his true home.
How long has it been since I went back? Probably half a lifetime. After the soup was finished, a girl brought mutton and cheese.
Jet stared at her collar intently, his hand climbed up to her waist, but was pulled away. The maid smiled at him, but when she passed by the musician who was playing the strings, she knelt down and asked him to place the strings on her breast.
"...I'm not optimistic. Many people are hoarding firewood and don't know what to use for burning."
"Mutton again? Leave it alone." The smell of spices was tantalizing. York tasted it and scraped off a layer of cheese with a fork.
People are still talking nonsense.
"...This is absolutely true!" The stars changed. he thought. Since the White Night War, Knox has become faster and faster, and less and less like his familiar self.
People's fortunes are fickle. But at the end of the day, do I really know Knox? In a few decades, the people I know will disappear...
"Oh." He shook his head.
"What's wrong?" Naru turned around and asked. Suddenly, the businessmen at the next table started arguing over a piece of maroon cloth.
The sound was so loud that it drowned out the music by the window. Jet picked up the wine glass,
"Bang" hit them at their feet. The argument is over. The merchants rolled up their sleeves, mingled with the Knox mercenaries, and taught passers-by how to go around.
York moved his stool to avoid being hit by the swung fist, and then watched at leisure.
"Be careful with your wine!" he warned the waiter. The other party lowered his head and let the flying package hit the door frame.
The two sides of the fight were in a huddle, and no one noticed at all. On the other side, the musician pulled the piano out of the maid's chest and tried to play a passionate tune.
There was a "bang" right in front of York's nose. The waiter threw down the tray and drank the ale in one gulp.
"You just look at it like this?" He couldn't help being surprised.
"Uh... you? Wait... I said, damn, Uriel?"
"Hi. It's me."
"Damn it!" cried York.
"Forget it, I almost turned into a ghost." The waiter muttered,
"Isn't this a little bit worse?"
"You look like that, man? What's going on? Someone's after you?"
"It's always been there, have you forgotten? The Silent School will be the vanguard, followed closely by the Holy Knights. But Yin Shiman is a tributary of the tower after all, and they don't dare to mess around."
"What happened in the Black City? The seven pivots are busy hunting demons right now." York heard about his friend's encounter in the Bliss Empire.
Compared to the battle between the Sky Realms that took place in the Black City, he was actually not conspicuous, but this did not prevent people from believing that he had played tricks on the Paladin Commander and the Law Wizard, and made the latter very angry.
Based on York's understanding of him, these bizarre honors would only make him feel bitter.
"You can really deal with Lammons? How did you do it?" The other party looked at him in surprise: "What? Are you even asking me?" York didn't quite believe it at first.
Ever since the events of Kamaria, there has been a legend that this tower messenger was able to defeat Lord Sky Realm across classes.
He was unable to make a statement himself and could only explain it privately to friends. As a witness, York naturally believed what Uriel said, but after the battle in Black City, he was a little unsure.
If the paladin Chang Laimengsi and the law wizard Shania would care about Uriel's origin, then the black knight would not care.
"You met the undead demon twice." Sita pointed out,
"Twice! Isn't it? Now you can still stand here well. I dare say that there is no other you in Knox." The tower messenger rolled his eyes.
"I just thought you were complimenting me." A few yards away, the fight gradually subsided. Jet and Bolu who came forward said something loudly, and then the two groups of people who had just been beaten with bruises and swollen faces sat at the next table and started fighting over drinks angrily.
The musician also sat back on the wooden chair and pressed the piano against the maid's chest. This time he received a slap and fell to the ground.
"...It's a relatively recent trouble." Uriel spoke softly amid laughter.
"Someone is looking for me."
"who?"
"The person you met outside the door just now. Do you think it's a coincidence? He knows you recognize me." York was surprised: "Polly?"
"This bastard followed me three streets, from Dongcheng to the dock." The waiter was obviously very annoyed.
"I hid in a tailor's shop, and he turned people upside down. I passed by a dentist's office, and he rushed in and took off the doctors' masks one by one. What did this guy do before?"
"He was originally a scout. Ha, you have stepped into his area of expertise." The other party sneered.
"I think they are police officers from the Public Security Bureau! God, what kind of scout would lead people to search the streets." York was overjoyed.
On the other side, the musician cursed and climbed back into his chair, playing with his broken instrument again, and a string of strange tones stumbled out.
Someone yelled and cursed, telling him to be quiet. After a long while, York was finally able to suppress his laughter, and then asked: "Why did our brave Sir Polly arrest you?"
"Perhaps he recognized me as a wanted criminal who wanted to assassinate the count. After all, it's too dark here."
"I'm warning you, Uriel, I'll bring this to Dalton as it is, and you and your new coat will be happy for you!"
"I saw him get on the boat." But he didn't come to say goodbye? This isn't like you, Uriel.
"When did you arrive at Whinney Watts?"
"This morning... ten o'clock. What the hell, morning or noon? God knows. How can a Venetian man tell if he hasn't slept through the night? The sun doesn't rise here!"
"The characteristics of the Frost Moon." York told him knowingly,
"You'll get used to it. Let's get down to business: How did you get into trouble with a patrol in just five hours?"
"Well, I'll go directly to the castle..."
"...Want to meet our beautiful and wise lord?" York wanted to laugh again.
"I brought the badge of the Sky Tower. Damn it, I don't want to cause trouble." Uriel said angrily,
"It turned out to be a trick. The guard let me in, notified Delphine, and also called in a bunch of her noble relatives. Gods, I don't recognize any of them! They talked non-stop, and the earl Arriving at the latest. Do you think the tower messenger can have any insight into the millet harvest share and the maintenance of the city wall?"
"Why are they asking you these things? Hey, because you are a big shot in the Sky Tower?"
"God knows. It's all nonsense. Let me ask you, when the prophet told you it would be sunny today, would the sun have risen in Winawase?" No.
These words are just used by fools to prove how knowledgeable they are, and you are unfortunately regarded as the smartest fool, my good brother.
Presumably their standards are related to their origins. The music is still playing, and the figures are swaying. Yorke twisted his neck, feeling unhappy.
"Nobles, that's always the case. 'Berti's Norn' is not immune to this. The Lancoste family has been rooted in the Ice Territory for a long time, and finally ushered in a lord who grew up in the Four Leaf City. Rumor has it that she obeyed her mother's words, and the Duke The maid passed orders in her ear, and she carried them out without hesitation. People are spreading rumors that the Lancaster family is already looking for a marriage partner for her." Uriel twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Surely that's why I saw a dozen young gentlemen at the castle."
"So many?"
"I think it's much more than that. Danlfion...well, Lord Earl, she was busy entertaining these alternative husbands, and it was difficult for her to meet me. I said I wanted to take the road back to Cloyin Tower, so she Order me to take her back to Yotsuba City."
"I'm probably just joking." York said. Of course, initially, Danlfion undoubtedly wanted to go home, but after so much time, even a fool knows that the end is done.
Her name has been changed to Danlfion Lancoster. I wonder who among the dozen gentlemen will be lucky enough to marry this Earl who wants to be an adventurer.
Anyway, none of us were fooled, eh? York glanced at Uriel.
"You actually went to find the lord. Why do you want to go back suddenly?"
"I can't keep running away."
"You're not going to participate in the demon hunting sport...?" Uriel changed his drink.
"That's it. I'm a Tower Courier, a member of the Foreign Office. I have to go to war, what else can I do?"
"In my opinion, you can stay in Yin Shiman. It's a hot war outside, we just need to watch the moon, drink, and sleep until the stars rise. Why not be a free adventurer?"
"You are right, but I don't think Winnie Watts can accommodate me." Before the tower messenger finished speaking, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the door, covering up the out-of-tune sound of the piano.
York watched in surprise as Sir Polly pushed open the door and entered. His face turned red and the flesh on his chin seemed to be inflated.
Such a lively appearance is rare. Guards clad in silver eagle robes filed in, and this man said loudly: "Welcome to Berti's Norn, Princess Yinseman, and His Highness Lord Danlfion Lancost of the Ice Territory." The visitor stepped forward with his head held high and his chest high. Door.
York looked at Lord Dalphine Lancaster of Iceland. She was covered in thick and gorgeous furs, her collar was studded with pearls, and she wore a silver crown.
Her long hair was styled in a noble style, with a delicate braid hanging on her temples as a symbol of following the ice customs.
Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were blue. She looked around the gathering place of mercenaries. What she saw and heard made her tighten her lips with obvious anger.
The people stopped and looked back at their lord with confused expressions. Most people knelt down to show their loyalty, and some bowed. As for the few adventurers with poor reputations in the farthest place, they quietly left after seeing this.
"She came in person. What did you say?" No one responded. York turned his head and found that the waiter sitting next to him suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"What a farce." Sita shook her head. Not even York noticed it, let alone the lord's guards.
"Do whatever you have to do, everyone. I don't want to delay your happy time." Dandelphin ordered.
Then, the Count turned to glare at her patrol leader: "Are you sure he is here?"
"His traces have disappeared in this area, my lord. There is no more valuable place in the neighborhood except this tavern," said Polly confidently.
"According to what you said, the most valuable place in Veniworth should be Black Moon Castle. He escaped from the castle, but ran to this pig's nest?"
"This, my lord, I mean..." What the count wanted was not his defense at all.
"I see you, Sita. Sit still. Where is your black lizard partner?"
"Dalton is not a lizard man. He just likes to get into stoves." York said nonsense. But she believed it.
"Stove?" There were two fireplaces in the tavern, one was burning brightly, and the other was not filled with firewood and was filled with cold ashes.
Delphien rushed to the cold fireplace in a few steps, and the guards quickly followed. No order was needed now, but Sir Polly drew out a burning log and approached the hearth.
York was about to count how many rats their stupidity would drive away...
The smoke blew away, and a figure dressed as a waiter emerged from the choking ashes. We really have an inappropriate tacit understanding.
"You actually climbed the chimney?!" York never expected it.
"That's all I can do." Uriel's expression looked like he wanted to stab him through with a sword.
"Shaper magic. I thought it was very convenient! But it not only changes the appearance, but also needs to be shaped from the inside out. It even changes the profession." It's over now.
Delphine yelled
"Stop him," and then rushed forward recklessly, scaring the guards into hastily stopping him. Sir Polly waved his torch as if to ward off evil spirits from the hearth.
York couldn't laugh or cry, watching Uriel avoid him in embarrassment. In any case, the torch and Sir Polly pose no threat to Uriel, and the Gaian cultist will never attack him.
"Stop that madman!" shouted Delphine,
"Are you deaf? Sidi, Runn, take the torch from his hand! Does this fool want to set the house on fire or something?" The guard rushed towards Polly.
The latter was spinning around in circles, and in a panic, the firewood flew out of his hands and lit his own cloak on fire.
"My robe!" wailed Polly. A gust of cold wind blew in outside the door,
With a "hoo!", the flames rose up, flew out of the fireplace, and landed on a straw mat. The flames spread violently.
When the adventurers saw this, they ran away screaming. Delphine's expression changed, and the guards pushed through the crowd and retreated around her.
Sir Polly was still spinning in circles, trying to get away from the flames. Not to mention the environment of the tavern, the surroundings were messy, with furs, dry firewood and greasy cups scattered around, so he unfortunately set more things on fire.
Ding-ding-ding-ding, there was chaos, screaming, and crowds of people everywhere. There are collisions everywhere. How did things come to this?
York couldn't figure it out. He let out a sigh.
"Don't be nervous, everyone. It's just a small matter." At the same time, the surrounding flames stopped spreading and flowed backwards like life, gathering towards the West Tower and jumping in his palm.
On the other side, Uriel reached out with one hand and tore the sparkling cloth from Sir Polly's shoulders.
"Can you settle the bill before running? Otherwise the boss will ban me from spending money here!" Of course, persuasion is of no use.
Fortunately, most of the adventurers in Venevoise are familiar faces, so even if someone skips the bill, the loss to the tavern will not be too great.
York feels that he has done his best, and it would be even better if the Earl of Iceland could take the initiative to take responsibility. My credibility will be intact.
It's just imagination. Our Lord Earl seems not to realize that the previous chaos was his fault.
"Uriel, you are avoiding me, aren't you? You want something from me, but you are unwilling to pay the price."
"I am pressed for time, your lord," the tower messenger replied. Dandelphin raised his eyebrows: "Don't do this to me, Uriel. When you are busy saving the world, even going to the toilet is a waste of time! I suggest you wear crotchless pants when going out from now on." Uriel can't stand it. .
"You are the Earl of Iceland." He dropped his robe and said
"You can order the Ice Leaders to wear crotchless pants. I am not your subject, sir. Although it sounds unbelievable, there are some things that are much more important than your adventure script."
"Script?" She bit her lower lip.
"Do you think I'm kidding, Uriel? Werewolves are plotting to take over my city, mercenaries and bandits are trampling on my laws, and my relatives are eager to marry me to their spokesman. I'm just Is it too much to ask for the slightest help you can give! Let’s be honest, Uriel?”
"I can't help you, sir. These problems are just superficial. Deep down in your heart, you want to return to Yotsuba City."
"Obviously you don't have this ability." Danlfien narrowed his eyes.
"I will choose a more capable person to handle it. The order given to you has something else, and it is definitely within your ability."
"Whatever it is, I don't have time for the moment. Why do you think I'm taking the ladder, my lord? Why can't I walk back to Blumnot one step at a time?" The earl snorted.
"Then you go and go. I didn't say I won't borrow it, I just want you to pay the bill. Lucia will also say it's fair here. And you want me to provide a ladder access, but you refuse to meet my request." She Cross your arms.
"Tell me, Tower Messenger, what should I do with you?"
"Let me leave the city?" Uriel immediately asked,
"There is also a shuttle station in the Four Leaf Territory, right? Your mother will agree to my request."
"Tracy has nothing to do with me. This is Whinney Watts, I'm the earl here, no one can reject me and walk away." I can.
Uriel seemed to have this sentence written on his face. He didn't say it out of sympathy, but York could see it.
He felt that Danlfion could also see it and was just pretending to be arrogant. It's time for me to appear. York cleared his throat: "What exactly is the request, you two? Whether it is reasonable or not, in the name of Lucia, I will give you a fair judgment."
"Her request is contrary to my purpose." Uriel said.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Danlfien refused to give in.
"Don't think I don't know. The tower messenger can patrol the vassal country. You are the apprentice of the White Messenger!" Regarding this, York also remembered that the reason Uriel left the tower came from the prophet's order.
Now this friend has changed his mind and wants to join in the bloody fight against the devil, and he doesn't agree with it from the bottom of his heart.
But Lucia is impartial and impartial.
"You haven't said your request yet, Lord Earl." Danlfien turned her head, and the guards and patrol cavalry retreated under her gaze.
Polly was reluctant, his attempt to save face was understandable, but the count didn't care.
When everyone left and only three people were left, she sat down at the table and said, "There are werewolves in Winnie Watts."
"There is no doubt. In addition to werewolves, there are more specialties in the ice land, such as snowmen, wind fairies, frost giants and so on." Uriel pointed out,
"Someone also witnessed a crystal dragon in the valley."
"That's fake news," York told him.
"Actually, it's a frost lizard. It's a bit bigger." Danlfien frowned: "I mean Winnie Watts, in this damn city. There are werewolves, and there are a lot of them. Much more than you think. They are definitely not That furball dog you brought me last time. These bastards are real wolves, a bunch of man-eating bandits." Meimi is also a real werewolf.
York retorted in his mind.
"There have always been werewolves in Winniewthes, and what about cannibalism? Werewolves are not human beings. They want to eat meat. I remember that they ate their own kind when they were hungry. It was a heinous crime."
"According to Croyinta's records, there are no other members of the same race in the werewolf's diet." the messenger reminded,
"They kill their own kind as a way of offering sacrifices to the gods they believe in. They are driven by a kind of madness hidden in their blood. But werewolves will not eat the flesh of their own race."
"They don't eat meat, but they kill each other? This is different from what I saw. Last week, they attacked my maid in groups." Danlfien said coldly,
"With the protection of the knights, she was lucky enough not to be hurt. But the next day, I lost two teams of cavalry, eighteen people. They died in the night, and people only found the bodies when they lit up lamps. I had to put the clown into the city guard. ." She raised her chin.
"At any rate, he is a scout and has some abilities."
"Maybe you should keep the lights on," York suggested.
"Can I click on you?" The count glared at him fiercely. Uriel frowned: "Only attacking the well-armed lords, but leaving unarmed civilians alone? This is wrong. Danlfion, you'd better tell the truth."
"You want to say I offended the werewolf?"
"Maybe it's because of the other party. They're eyeing something of yours, someone or something." York shrugged.
"After all, there must be a crucial reason for the werewolves to fight in groups. They organized an attack, and after they failed to succeed, they immediately launched revenge." Danlfien was obviously surprised.
Judging from her appearance, it seems that she has never thought about this aspect.
"I thought it was, uh, Lancoster..."
"What is it?" York didn't understand.
"A nobleman's trick?" Uriel answered.
"If you were in my situation, you would think the same thing." The Earl of Ice Land said displeasedly. She pushed the cup.
"Refill it for me, waiter?" Uriel sighed heavily.
"I know very well that there is no drink here that suits your taste, my lord. It is getting late, and it is unwise to send the guards away. Don't forget, you have a responsibility, and the entire Ice Territory depends on you to make decisions. "
"Those soldiers are not enough for you to fight with one hand. Don't think that I don't understand the mysterious realm. Uriel, I want you to stay and help me."
"Your enemy is not us." The messenger said bluntly. York agreed. The level of mystery between the mortal kingdom and the Seven Pivot Points is worlds apart. The vast majority of mysterious creatures are just apprentices, relying on mysterious items to make their way around. A few are lucky enough to ignite the fire and obtain careers, but most of them are lost careers that cannot be brought to the fore. orthodox.
Although werewolves have strength, speed, and the ability to change, they are only a group talent at best and cannot match the true mysterious profession.
"Originally, I thought the mercenary group was good enough for a mysterious fulcrum." Sita also said,
"But to be honest, the two are not on the same level at all. The incident in Kamaria was just an accident."
"A fatal accident." Her tone suggested that she was not convinced.
"It was really dangerous that time." He admitted,
"But the final result is still good. In the final analysis, it is meaningless to compare the Werewolf of Venevoise with the Seven Fulcrums. If the latter is replaced by the Yinshiman noble, the result will not change."
"If the vassal country cannot even maintain order in the city, the Sky Tower will not recognize her."
"It is Winnie Watts who is threatened!" cried Delphine. They had to stop and listen to her.
"The matter is very serious. I said it is more serious than ever! And you don't care at all." She paused.
"Werewolves attacked me, and the last time they were my men. Of course, the emergence of such daring madmen is nothing new. The judge only needs a noose and a guillotine to solve the problem... But I can't find them! The attackers, There are missing people, as well as food and firewood, and even the warehouses where armor is stored are being stolen!”
"The detection station is working normally, and the patrols are searching the whole city, but they are attracting retaliation. To be honest, I can't even tell the friends and foes of the people around me."
"No one knows what the werewolf is looking for. Even I can't imagine it myself. My retainers are urging me all day long, my relatives are taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble, and a lot of strangers are taking turns to persuade me to choose them as husbands, and those who give advice can Line up to the city gate every day!" There was a silence.
York didn't expect that being a lord would be so troublesome. When I met Dandelphin earlier, the Earl still had a laid-back attitude.
Come to think of it, it was already time for the Snowflake Celebration.
"Sir Neden will help me, but in the end I still have to sign. After the fog elf delegation left, he reminded me that every move and every chat I make can affect the fate of the lower class, so I must be careful. It's not a matter of discretion. I thought I just had to be myself, but he said that the foreigners in Faf Tanner were not satisfied with my hospitality, otherwise they would not have left so quickly... I don't know if this is true or not... Do you understand?" Count? The voice was trembling.
York was surprised. Uriel looked at her quietly, his eyes softening, but he never let go.
She picked up the wine glass and stopped at her lips without touching it.
"I need you, Uriel. More than ever. Me, Ansa, and Hope the dentist... Weenie Watts is in danger. We, we're old acquaintances, aren't we? You will help me, Uriel. I know you will."
"Delphine..." said the messenger. He only called out his name, but our Lord Earl trembled all over.
Wine spilled on her dress.
"I won't say please to anyone, Uriel. I said this before, and I won't say it to anyone again... I know I have a responsibility. Without this damn frozen city, do you think I Will I speak to you? Do you think I am still a nepotistic fool?"
"Of course you're not."
"It's all over. I am Danlfion Lancaster. This is my home, my territory, my city, and I must defend her. Can you understand? Uriel, you have defended the goddess Ge Ya's oath, do you think responsibility can be a kind of belief? If they are actually the same thing, then you should understand me." She sniffed.
"So, Uriel, don't make me beg you. I am the Count. This is wrong." The tower messenger remained silent until she stopped shaking.
In the meantime, Sita refilled the cup. The Count took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and whispered his thanks to him.
"Your Majesty the Earl." Uriel said,
"I'm not trying to turn you away. I'm more than willing to help, but there's a deeper reason here. Look, you don't know me, and the reason you think I can help you is because you see a part of me, And in places you don't know, in some... further realms, keeping me here would do more harm than good. The threats I would bring go far beyond werewolf attacks."
"You mean the School of Silence?" She choked and managed to maintain her composure.
"Worse than wizards. Nowadays, the Knox War is raging, and Winnie Watts is at the forefront. She was once a victim of the demon-hunting movement, and horrific tragedies occurred... Your birth saved her, and I believe in you. Have the ability to lead her to a new life. People need you, not me." York listened to their exchange uneasily.
Danelfion gradually calmed down and may soon be convinced by Uriel. For some reason, he felt like he was missing something.
"Who can say for sure? People say that I am Berti's Norn." The Earl said softly,
"But I can't imagine what my gang of never-satisfied guys would think of me if I didn't turn out the way they expected me to."
"There are always people who can't stand you."
"Humph, I already know the attitude of the Lancaster family. They are disappointed. What they want is my brother Gavin. On the surface, my vassals extend their welcome and blessings, but behind the scenes, they spread rumors and falsify me. Evidence of witchcraft murdering the real lord."
"Is this the view of the Lancost family, or the view of most people in the Ice Territory?" Danlfien turned his head.
"In my opinion, the leader of the Ice Land is Danfion Lancost. People regard you as a lucky star and a sign of good wishes to come. This is not a shackles to you, but destiny. Don't forget , when you got this title, you did nothing."
"It's just birth," York added. The Count snorted.
"rhetoric."
"If you really can't bear it, go ask Duke Tracy, Delphine. There is no shame in it. She is your mother, the one who gave you life... and this title." Uriel warned,
"You can never get rid of the color she imposed on you. What's more, Tracy is a respectable lord. Regardless of your conflicts, it is not wise to give up the opportunity to learn from her."
"No, some people don't have parents yet." York made a face. No one laughed, but when the count brushed the drink from his skirt and stood up, Sita realized that the girl had regained her confidence.
"You know nothing, Uriel, I've had enough of your advice." She stopped looking at them.
"I thought you were providing help. Goodbye, Master Messenger, I have no need of you anymore." Uriel shrugged.
"Thank you for your kindness, my lord."
"And one more thing."
"Ah? What else?"
"Can you arm-wrestle?" Danlfien turned around. Neither mysterious creature was prepared for this statement, but she seemed serious.
Her blond braids and crown shone brightly, but none of them were as bright as her blue eyes. winter. winter.
winter. Sita had no heartbeat to speak of, York thought, am I hearing someone's heart? He almost turned to look at his friend.
"With you?" Uriel's voice was a little strange,
"I will show no mercy, my lord."
"Better not." She pushed open the door and returned to the Lancaster guards. The tower courier stared straight at the closed door.
York smiled.
"she left."
"Probably."
"What about you? Are you still ready to leave?"
"Of course." Uriel looked back. Unlike what York had imagined, there was no fascination in his expression, not even a hint of trance.
In fact, he looked calm. Did I forget something? Strong uneasiness surged into my heart.
"By the way, Uriel, you suddenly came to me for a farewell drink?"
"If it were possible, York, I really wish I could go back in time and stop the me who invited you to come with me," the messenger said,
"But the thing is now... No matter what you think, everyone will think that we are the same party. I know that I am on the right path, but being right also means danger, unparalleled danger." What does it mean?
"What are you going to do again?"
"I have something for you. If the coalition forces...or your kind come, it will tell you what to do. Talk to him more, York." Sita realized something was wrong.
"No, what's going on? You can't leave until I explain clearly." He stretched out his hand, but missed.
Orange light penetrated Uriel's arm. Damn it, when did he leave?
"The tutor taught me some tricks." Uriel pointed to the ground, and York realized that there was no shadow under his feet.
It turned out to be a magical apparition.
"Here's the flaw, I'm not proficient at it. It's said that nightingales who are good at this can even imitate shadows, and only mysterious creatures of related professions can see through the authenticity. But, Dalton happens to be away. "This is you. The reason for not saying goodbye to him?
York was very angry, both because he had been deceived and because of the uneasiness he felt. He suddenly realized that there was still a secret between himself and this old friend who knew everything about him, and it was of great importance and he had to know it, otherwise...
"Hey!" It was too late. Before he finished speaking, Uriel's phantom disappeared, leaving only a transparent medicine bottle in the center of the table, with little lights dancing inside.
York had to accept it, solemnly placing it with Dalton's gift.
