The morning after a dreamless night is the most reluctant time to wake up. Unfortunately there was a knock on the door and Uriel had to open his eyes. He had never felt so refreshed, and his joints tingled as he yawned and stretched. He heard the wind in his ears. The sun was dazzling, and the window was blown open at some point. I think it happened last night, when I was sleeping deeply.
Something is wrong. he thought. But there was nothing special in the room. The night breeze opened the curtains, and a branch with dew stretched into the bedroom. There were dry marks on the carpet. It was unknown how long it had been there. At this time, the knock on the door started ringing again.
"Wait a moment!" the apprentice called. Why does it have to be so noisy so early in the morning? The memory gradually came back to life, and suddenly he climbed up.
"Damn it." Uriel whispered, "What's going on? I didn't dream."
No one answered. Guys outside started banging on the door. boom!
He didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly opened the door, but only saw a stranger. "Who are you?"
"Postman." The person said without any emotion, speaking quickly and quickly. "The Secretariat of Affairs has sent an invitation letter, please be sure to attend."
Uriel's heart beat faster instinctively: "Invitation?"
"The fire ceremony will be held in the auditorium at nine o'clock." The postman glanced at his pocket watch. "By the way, it is now six o'clock sharp. I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but I have to go. There are still some unlucky people on this street who need to be disturbed by me. There are quite a few." He handed over a letter, then turned and left, leaving Uriel alone with his thoughts.
He finally remembered his situation. I'm not dreaming! Man, I slept all night and couldn't find the prophet's dream. Unexpected and strange things. He was sure that he had made a lot of preparations before going to bed, and also used the magic of Dream Weaver and the "Bible" to assist him. Of course, this was not foolproof when facing the prophet, but the apprentice just wanted an opportunity to talk. Mr. Larsen also met the prophet in his dream and told him about the war situation and the affairs in the tower. Why did he reject him alone?
It seems I can't escape after all. Uriel felt a knot in his stomach. As he took off his shirt, deliberately not looking at the invitation, he considered whether it was more realistic to break into the prophet's laboratory or escape from the Floating Cloud City. Perhaps I should jump from the harbor and try to land on the plain of St. Mirende.
However, he eventually changed into frock coat, hat and velvet cloak, complete with bow tie and Foreign Office insignia. There's only one place this outfit can go. The hem of the dress is very long, the shoulders and cuffs are sewn with the golden constellation pattern of the Tower of the Sky, and the buttons are carved with pure sapphires into the shape of a crescent moon. He found a thick woolen jacket from the bottom of the box as a lining. It had a flexible texture and beautiful stitching. Its style is the uniform clothing of tower apprentices, but it is thinner. The silver lily and cross pattern embroidered by hand on the chest are also his unique symbols. Perhaps this is not Uriel's most expensive piece of clothing, but it is definitely the one he cherishes the most.
These are all requirements for the invitation letter. After reading it, Uriel realized that he was not an apprentice participating in the fire ceremony, but an audience. The Affairs Department and the Astronomy Room asked him to step in for his mentor and watch the mysterious apprentices light the fire.
He moved very quickly, but others couldn't wait. "Not bad," Ring praised, "Your outfit does look like that."
"This is what my mentor prepared for me."
"It turns out it was premeditated. The fire ceremony is about to begin, and *** requires adults to be present, or you to ring for him. Sauron followed the postman, appearing only a few minutes later than the invitation.
"Where are his own people?"
"Gone. I thought he would come to your place"
The apprentice can imagine that Bai Zhishi was not interested in this matter, so he got up and left the scene in the middle. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it. This is the real reason why fate can't find its messenger. You asked him to be there, but he didn't care.
"The master is probably looking for the prophet." Larson gave me news that the Prophet wanted to see him."
"Master Prophet, are you free?" It makes perfect sense. If I had known earlier, I would have posted the news of the secret society on the forehead of the messenger so that the prophet could see it at a glance. Uriel forced himself to smile: "I don't want to do this job. You'd better take me to them. I want to make it clear to him."
"If you don't do it, whose turn will it be?" Roma? Don't do this with me." Sauron disagreed, "Do you want the Ambassador of Qing to go down?"
The apprentice frowned:
"You don't have to make an appearance as the Blue Envoy?"
"The meaning of attending on behalf of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is different"
"If you think about it carefully, I am still far from being qualified to "represent others." "
"Let's go!" Tie the tie, the buttons... where are the buttons? Boy, if these pendants of yours fall off again, don’t blame me for telling the master and finally sewing them on your skin."
Uriel pretended not to hear. "alright."
"What's the shortcoming?" Where is your cane? This is a must-have for a gentleman——』
Uriel has never been a gentleman, and the Gaia monks and the vampires of Requiem Castle should be aware of this. When the apprentice wreaks havoc there, it is not with a cane but with a sword.
He casually pulled out the mailbox pole and turned it into a short pocket stick. I don’t know what this thing is used for, but people are very keen on “style”, “matching” and “suits”. To be honest, for ordinary apprentices, today is a festival, but for him, the auditorium is no less than a battlefield. I'd rather have a good sword.
He then noticed that he had picked up the wrong stand. The owner of the stick was his neighbor Agatha Poirot, and the mailbox he was holding in his other hand also belonged to her. Uriel weighed it subconsciously, but it was empty.
"Uh, please lend me a moment." Uriel could only say to her door and put the mailbox on the neighbor's fence.
"She's not at home," the ring informed.
"Maybe I went to visit the auditorium." Thinking of seeing the detective queen in the auditorium, the apprentice felt bitter in his mouth. It was better not to see him, he finally decided. It seems that I can't wait for her answer.
When we arrived at the tower, the surrounding scenery was different from what we remembered. Flags of various colors fluttered above the clouds, and countless tall flying boats surrounded the floating ladder, lining up from the port to the front of the tower. The light and slender boats shuttled through the sea of cars, scattering roses and lilies. People spoke in a thousand different accents while discussing ritual, war, and honor. Thousands of faces kept flashing, changing in the morning light, forming a turbulent new ocean.
Uriel didn't expect there to be so many spectators: "Isn't the ceremony held in the auditorium?"
"That's the end," the ring explained, "before that, quotas still have to be allocated."
"Isn't it based on grades and recommendations?"
"The paper results must be implemented," Sauron said matter-of-factly. "Before the ceremony begins, we will give the apprentices one last chance. If their application of knowledge is better than their graduation results, they can take the places from the top few." 』
Uriel was startled. "Then the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will take away all the quotas?"
"The methods of applying knowledge between astrologers and foreign ministry envoys are different, and the two will be compared separately"
He was greatly disturbed to learn that dignitaries from the Astronomy Office, the Office of Affairs, and the Foreign Office would attend the ceremony. Among them, the astrologers, headed by Professor "Eye of Iron", are responsible for presiding over the fire ceremony and graduation ceremony. The Department of Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs jointly maintain discipline on the scene.
The most important thing is that the prophet will not show up. He still can't see each other!
"It's just the promotion of apprentices, and it won't be the work of the prophet." Sauron told him, "Except for fate, the prophet will only be present in person when important positions are appointed, such as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs a hundred years ago... Well, What are the people from the Public Security Bureau doing here?
Uriel followed its trajectory and saw a team wearing black bird badges passing through the crowd and moving straight forward, like a sickle parting the waves of wheat. They looked serious, moved quickly, and wore uniforms. The atmosphere was incompatible with the jubilant audience.
"The Public Security Bureau is a subordinate department of the Affairs Department, and it is also here to maintain order, right?" he guessed.
"You are mistaken. The Public Security Bureau is only responsible for the urban areas of Floating Cloud City," Sauron pointed out. "The Affairs Department has a special enforcement agency to deal with ceremonies, celebrations and other occasions, and there is no need for city police." Weird, is there a mysterious apprentice who signed up to work at the Public Security Bureau after the ceremony?』
The police team caused a commotion, and someone immediately went to stop it. The two sides argued at the floating ladder, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. If this was to welcome new colleagues, Uriel thought to himself, then the planners were too ill-considered. Miss Agatha should stop her colleagues from doing this. She was originally a subordinate of the Blue Envoy, able to balance the law enforcement team and the Public Security Bureau
contradiction between.
"Let's go" Sauron urged, "it's time to go to the auditorium"
"No one is taking care of it over there?" Uriel asked.
"It has nothing to do with you, leave quickly. 』
"But……?"
"If you are really afraid, go to the port. 』
Uriel was stunned: "Port?"
"It's not too late to leave Blumnot. 』
He immediately noticed something unusual. After all, Sauron Gessen is the Night Whispering Ring of Cloyin Tower, this cannot be what it says. At the same time, the Destiny *** distributed the Night Whispering Ring to Lord Kong Jing as a symbol of their identity and auxiliary equipment. In view of past experience... "Qiao Yin? Where are you?"
"What" Ring didn't hear clearly.
"No." He left. Maybe this is just a message. Uriel wanted to know where his mentor was, but he got no answer. But thinking about it from another angle, if the messenger was really in front of the prophet, he would not have time to respond to him. The fire ceremony was about to take place. He was in as much danger as I was. It would be wise to leave the tower.
When the apprentice thinks of his mission, he can't help but feel hesitant. No. No. This is my last chance and I can't look back any longer. "Let's go." He stepped into the tower, afraid that he would regret it.
The tower was decorated with festive decorations everywhere, and there were ten times more people than usual. Uriel pushed his way past a group of chattering astrologer apprentices, armed with pockets of rulers and pens, loudly discussing the upcoming qualifying exams. He continued to move forward and had to dodge to the side to avoid the girls in dancing skirts holding flowers. At the corner, two boys were pulling ribbons and running amok. They were pulled up into the air by their collars by the food goblin, letting out squeaking screams. A silver eagle flew over the chandelier and glanced down at them.
Going up is the procession of astrologers again. As Uriel passed in the shadows, he heard someone whispering to his companions. "...People say she died. It was the work of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs because she left a death message."
"The City of Mist has sent an envoy to study."
"There is a letter from the volcano exploration team to the astronomy room, a mysterious place..."
"...A new opera star! She was once a shepherd in the countryside."
"An apple tree? Behind you. You look a little different than us."
"My mother knitted this for me. Is it exactly the same as the uniform?"
"Listen to me, I want to go to the Affairs Department after graduation. The astronomy room is too boring."
"...Unless there is still a staff. My uncle works in the Affairs Department, that's what he said. But you can be a judge."
"Diary. It's absolutely true! I saw it through dream prophecy. She has had a crush on me since that time when we were playing ice hockey."
"Raspberry flavor..."
"I want to be the Minister of Foreign Affairs! The kind that everyone loves."
"..."
Uriel grabbed back without looking back and took Sauron's ring in his hand. This guy is getting ready to fly onto someone's head. Now it is conflicting and very angry. "Too presumptuous!" These little brats, Sauron, wish they could grow a mouth and yell in the corridor. "I'm going to throw him out of the tower"
"It's just childish words." The apprentice felt sorry for them. Ignite is already on the verge of death, and what awaits them next is the flames of war. "move."
"You've passed"
"I'm not going to the auditorium." Uriel pushed aside the stumbling girl with her skirt in tow, while avoiding the guards chasing her. "What's going on with this girl?" he couldn't help but ask.
"She cannot be allowed to participate in the ceremony!" the guard shouted, "Madam only has one daughter. This is too dangerous." They rushed over, grabbed the girl's arm, and pulled her back to her parents.
"What a farce," Sauron sneered, "The pampered brat always thinks he can do anything."
"What is this fire ceremony for?"
"Didn't I say that? Demon Lord..."
"I was a deserter, Sauron. But I know the thoughts of those who choose not to flee. These apprentices are different from me. They have never seen a battlefield. This ceremony is more like recruiting soldiers than looking for a nightingale."
"Guarding order is the supreme honor"
To die for it is supremely sad. Uriel knew he shouldn't say this to Sauron. The secret society's life hangs on a thread right now, so what about the mysterious creatures of the Seven Pivots? After all, even if the gap between the two sides is huge, people will still die in the battle. These apprentices who participated in the ceremony with joy are probably the next "Barber" Edward.
If I find a prophet, I might be able to change all of this. Uriel thought to himself. It is my destiny to change the future. He seemed to hear Demosis prophesying to him.
You are not omnipotent...
This was also said to him. In Moni-Antoros, in the church of Antipodes, the uncrowned pope, the crowned figurehead.
You failed her...
Poor Manet, Dorothy, the country girl from Wynneworth, to whom she entrusted her son. He thought he could do it, but he only saw her body floating away in the blood river in his dream. Manet loved her son, who didn’t? No matter how different there is between the nameless ones and the ordered beings, they are still the children of their mother.
Just spare me. Uriel kept echoing in his mind. He rushed up the stairs, unable to face the laughter behind him.
The conference hall was silent, and the sound was mysteriously isolated. There was no celebration here, which made him feel relieved.
"What are you doing?" Sauron asked.
"Looking for the Prophet." Uriel opened the doors one by one, even the secret door hidden behind the portrait. "If you want me to go down to participate in the ceremony, please help me quickly." If I still survive until then.
"No one is on this level" the ring compromised, as it always has. "Go to the upper level and move quickly." "Eye of Ain" Your Excellency is looking for you"
The apprentice immediately complied, even using magic to clear the way.
"Spiritual Vision"
He slipped into a secret passage and crawled out from behind another portrait. When he regained his balance, he realized that this was the portrait of McAdam during the Four Saints period.
"This is the Star Observatory of the Prophet"
Uriel opened the door easily, but there was still no one inside. Not to mention the glass room where the equipment was placed, the weird hanging hands, and the wine cabinet where the owner teased Roma, he instinctively noticed an empty wall. "here……?"
"It's so empty," the ring also wrote.
"There seems to be a door."
Sauron looked closer and saw that the runes became a little brighter, dispersing the shadows. "No door"
Uriel didn't know how to describe this feeling. He was sure that all he could see was the wall, where the wallpaper pattern smoothly connected to the ceiling. However, when he closed his eyes, he could see a red door.
"It seems you noticed something"
"Where does the back lead to?" the apprentice asked.
"I have no idea. I haven't been here. Compared to alchemy items, maybe your feeling is more reliable.』
"I don't want to go in." What a weird thing. In countless future dreams, Uriel never entered. "The Prophet...is not inside."
"Let me guess, are you just relying on your feelings again? There’s no evidence, is there?”
"I opened it," Uriel said to himself. "I will definitely do it, even if I don't want to. But why am I standing in front of the door again?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid?"
The apprentice closed his eyes and touched the doorknob. Katcha made a sound.
Endless red waves surged towards him.
…
"Mr. Uriel?" A stranger stood in front of him, carrying a leather bag.
The apprentice almost stumbled. The feeling of weightlessness in the water suddenly disappeared, replaced by a feeling of being down to earth. The earth and sunshine, as well as the yard and the door of the house.
He glanced down at himself. Complete with uniforms, hats, badges and canes, just the right thing to wear for a banquet.
Memories come to mind. "It's an invitation, right?" He stretched out his hand, "What time is it now?"
"Ten past six. The fire ceremony starts at half past nine." The postman handed over the letter, "I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but I have to go."
"It's wasting your time."
"It's okay. Good luck." The postman left.
Uriel follows
That's when you step out of the entrance. Maybe this is the last time I leave home. When I passed the neighbor's house, the mailbox was standing there. He hesitated for a moment and continued walking towards the port without opening it.
"Are you not sleeping?" As soon as they met, Sauron realized that he was not energetic.
I'm stuck in a dream. Uriel thought to himself. Every time you enter the prophet's room and open the red door, the dream of the red prophecy will destroy the effect of "spiritual vision". Worst of all, he would see the messenger in the river. Due to the effect of the anchor point, he will fall back to reality in an instant. What happened to that door?
It was impossible for Sauron to give him an answer. "That's about it." The apprentice lied, "Let's go, we have to go to the auditorium." The only plan for now is to find Mr. Larson and ask for information about that door before making any plans. Hopefully I can find him before the ceremony begins, otherwise it's all over.
He wonders if the gods are against him. After arriving at the auditorium, chaos became the main theme, and the place was full of strangers dressed in fine clothes, chatting and laughing loudly. "Deep Space Patriarch" and "Silver Cross" were sitting in the stands. "Storm Songer" arrived at the scene a little late, but the "Eye of Iron" he was looking forward to was nowhere to be seen. This is broken.
Uriel's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and Sauron was aware of his anxiety. "Are you scared?" it mocked, "Don't worry, you are not qualified to sit that high."
"Where should I go?" he asked desperately.
"follow me"
The tower made many preparations for the celebration. Today, only one wall of the auditorium remains, and the other three directions are connected to the outside world. It is strangely maintained at the same level as the arena outside the tower, replacing the original restaurant. But when Uriel climbed up to the auditorium, he passed the training ground, restaurant, warehouse and medical room as usual. The flow of people was like a whirlpool stirring in the spiral staircase, and it did not fill up the space in the tower.
If someone walks to the edge of the auditorium, he can stand on the ground outside the tower with a slight jump, almost hundreds of yards high in one step. Uriel was convinced that this was the effect of some kind of magic text, but there were so many people and so densely packed that it was difficult to identify the ground beneath their feet.
"Follow closely!" Don’t take it seriously』
Uriel repeated his old trick and used the shadows to cross the auditorium. When he appeared under the stands, the guards on both sides immediately stared at him. The apprentice noticed that they were all emissaries from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
"Just find a place to sit down," the ring told him, "Here are all distinguished audiences, but in terms of mystery, they are not on an equal footing with Destiny ***. Look, behind you are the Ringmaster and his wife.』
Uriel felt uncomfortable all over, but compared to the fire ceremony, these were minor problems. "When will the competition end?"
"It depends on the level of the apprentice. A bunch of useless little bastards, you could have put them down three months ago.』
"Three months ago I wasn't a mythical creature."
"It's a matter of talent. You have the strength." The ring did not belittle him. "I heard that you grew up in a monastery, and the monks didn't arrest you and make you a nurse?" really weird"
At such a tense moment, Uriel couldn't help but drift away. "I signed up at the time, but I didn't get the place in the end." He thought of his life in the Yotsuba Monastery. The youngest child was accompanied by Gaia scriptures, worship and choir every day. When he grew up, he also There are more courses in writing, weaving, blacksmithing and physical fitness. "Maybe it's because I broke the wooden sword...I couldn't get the Scroll of Oath in the end."
Of course it's not because of the wooden sword. Maybe I'm just wishful thinking, he thought. Do you think that returning to the tower is the mission of the Proverbs Knight and that you are fulfilling your oath to Gaia, but in fact there is no such thing? Maybe I'm not the one chosen by the parchment and I'm kidding myself?
"What vision can a mortal have? Hey, that little guy won"
After several duels, the doctors were too busy to take action. Uriel had no choice but to help, using magic to treat the seriously wounded. When he returned to his seat, two young girls were sitting there whispering. Seeing this, the apprentice grabbed Sauron and stood aside to prevent it from scaring others.
"They did it on purpose," the ring said sarcastically, "just to see what kind of people use magic in the tower."
Don't find out if it's true. "Let them rest for a while. There are not enough chairs. Where can I move them?"
"You are really helpless..."
Suddenly someone approached, Uriel turned around
. "Boy, what can I do for you?" he asked proactively.
The visitor was wearing an astrologer's apprentice robe. Hearing what he said, he almost took a step back. "Sir, are you an emissary from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" she said softly.
"Yes. What do you need? Can't find a seat, or are you thirsty?"
She glanced at him suspiciously. "Uh, I, you, you look familiar, so my friend guessed you were an actor. Are you acting, or..."
"She thinks you are an NPC," Sauron concluded.
"I am a messenger from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Uriel didn't want to spend any more effort explaining, "The kind with a ring. Please go back to your parents and sit down, miss. There are many people here, so it is not completely safe." He left them behind. I went to pick up a stretcher, and the injured apprentice was wailing on it, with blood on his hands.
There is no need to bleed, Uriel thought. But getting beaten at this time was better than dying on a real battlefield. When he came back, the girls had left, and a lady wearing a wide-brimmed feather hat sat down next to him, her long skirt almost reaching the ground.
"My son was also a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." She looked at him and suddenly spoke. "He is about five years older than you. He has changed his career to serve in the Affairs Department. The reputation of envoys has not been very good recently. How can a child like you go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"
"Because his mentor is the White Envoy." The ring wrote the words in front of the woman's eyes, "What are you saying is not good?" Uriel didn't need to say anything now, the lady wearing the hat was also driven away.
"I've had enough," the apprentice muttered. "Do I look like a target? Just standing here and arrows flying towards me?"
"Maybe you should go off and find an opponent."
"Those people are still mysterious apprentices!"
"Yeah? Some of them are old enough to be your father. And don’t forget, you haven’t graduated either, so you have the same status as them.』
If everything had to be done step by step, then I would be a lifelong apprentice. Uriel sighed. "Is there any way for people to see me without coming to me? Hang you on my forehead?"
Mr. Ring has no choice. "Concentrate on watching the game and stop walking around"
As soon as he sat down, Uriel realized that he couldn't concentrate. Anxiety and fear returned, stirring in his chest. It's better to find something to do, or even to say something to someone. But he didn't dare to look for Sauron. If I get too nervous and tell the secret, I will be the sinner of the entire Bain. Maybe I am now too. He wanted to look up again and find Mr. Larsen's position.
In the stands, two young men clashed with swords, earning applause from the audience. Many people shouted out numbers. One person kept attacking, while the other person swayed left and right, running across most of the field, his movements as graceful as dancing. A gentleman behind Uriel laughed. "He's teasing each other."
"Don't be silly, Hocklin's militiamen are not easy targets for teasing." said the gentleman's companion.
The dodging party gradually slowed down, but the Hokolin people still maintained the frequency of attack. His opponent stopped smiling and lowered his body to fight back. The swords touched again, and the Hokolin paused for a moment. His opponent turned around and hit his chest with his shield, but he failed to knock him away. The two of them each staggered back, evenly matched.
"It looks like we still have to fight." A young officer said to his friend while applauding, "How much pressure have you pressed?"
"Fifty."
Uriel suddenly thought of Roma. She is not an astrologer, but she can always guess the results. The little lion should be preparing for the ceremony to be promoted to the high ring. He knows nothing about it. Helen, Sir, has to spend a lot of time. Could Mr. Larson be with Roma too? He was deciding to use his "spiritual vision" to take a look...
"The winner has been decided!" the referee shouted, "Let us congratulate the lucky guy from Huoklin! We look forward to his next fight in five minutes... Wait, the game is postponed!" He suddenly changed his tone. "The game is postponed!"
At the same time, Uriel saw a group of cavalry breaking into the competition site. Their attire is incompatible with the festival etiquette, and they seem to be on something important. Even though the venue was very wide and the crowd was dense, this cavalry team still stood out like ink dripping into water. An ominous premonition arose in his heart.
Just then, someone recognized them. "It's the law enforcement team!" The shouts and noises turned into whispers. "What are they doing here?" Soon, even the whispers began to thin out.
"What's going on?" Ring didn't understand. "Is the law enforcement team coming now?" The ceremony hasn’t started yet.』
"Now?"
"These people are half demon hunters, so they should show up later in the fire ceremony, for example, to take away a few thieves or something like that."
The leading rider pulled the reins, the horse slowed down, and the man flew down. His face was expressionless, his long-handled ax struck the ground, and he made a vague circle with his right hand. The silence lasted for several seconds. "Catch the criminal, in the name of the Tower's Ministry of Foreign Affairs," he announced. The cavalrymen laughed in varying degrees and slowly stepped forward.
The crowd was in an uproar. Many people protested loudly. A little boy huddled in his mother's skirt, and the person gave him a cold look. "Take them together."
These are not just a few thieves. Uriel immediately recognized that the axeman was lying, and he himself did not think that the person he took away was a "criminal." In fact, many of the people surrounded by this cavalry team were officials from the Affairs Department. What does the law enforcement team want to do?
"Where will the law enforcement team take them?" the apprentice asked Sauron, but the ring did not answer. "It seems you don't want me to meddle in my own business."
"No. I can't stand them either." The ring flew over first. "stop! The boy over there. Proof of arresting you and your men, eh? Now leave it to the person behind me." Its handwriting gave off a chill.
It was impossible for anyone in the tower not to recognize the rune ring. The cavalrymen stopped and looked at each other. "The Night Whispering Ring." The head axe-man hummed, "Who is your master?"
"There's no need to know too much, you silly guy" and the ring functioned normally, "Do as I say and give him the thing."
The axeman finally raised his head and stared at the apprentice. "Who are you?" he asked casually.
"It wants you to give your credentials to the guy." He knew me. Uriel noticed. I just asked that on purpose. "Certificate. The arrest certificate issued by His Excellency the Envoy of Qing." Sauron drew a box in cooperation. "Where?"
"We usually arrest the person first and then deliver the voucher to their doorstep."
"This is against the rules."
"That's right." The Axeman smiled, "But there is no need to follow rules when dealing with criminals, Master Messenger. You are not an expert in this field, so you should not get involved."
"Without credentials, these people are not criminals," Uriel announced. "You have the wrong man, sir."
"Guan Peng." He introduced himself, "I was promoted by a certain Excellency and became the head of the law enforcement team. Just like you." Guan Peng smiled. "My men never make mistakes. I heard that you haven't been around the city recently. This is normal. You don't know us yet."
Same? To hell with that. "I will find out in my own way."
Guan Peng stared at him for a while. "Hearsays don't count. People love rumors more than the truth. I believe that the disciples who lead you can tell the truth from falsehoods. But speaking of rumors, I have heard of one: His Excellency Sora Kyou of the Holy Council of Radiance, the Paladin Commander Mons ·Theodore, one of the commanders of the coalition forces. He accused you of helping members of the association and helping the devil. Tell me, Mr. Messenger, is this really true?"
Sure enough, he spread the news. But this was a minor inconvenience compared to what Uriel was about to do. "There is no way, whoever teaches that some demons are better than evil people." The apprentice replied.
Guan Peng looked around. The audience has fallen silent, silently paying attention to the situation here. On the stands, "Deep Space Patriarch" and "Eye of Iron" ignored them, only "Storm Songer" cast a sharp gaze.
Seeing this, the leader of the law enforcement team shrugged. "Changing habits doesn't happen overnight." He shouted suddenly, swinging the ax in his hand, and struck the apprentice unexpectedly.
The surrounding audience burst into screams and instinctively retreated. Sauron, the Ring, was spinning in the air, not expecting the other party to suddenly make a move.
... There was a "chi" sound, as delicate as scratching paper. Half of the ax head fell smoothly, and a new cross section was born in the steel. There is no back and forth, no thrilling duel, the rune sword is placed on the chest of the axe-hand, and the blade is shining brightly.
Guan Peng let go of his hand and the wooden handle fell to the ground. He raised his arms and backed away slowly, the blade of the sword moving accordingly.
"It seems that you don't have the habit of being pointed at with a sword." Uriel said, "But isn't it just a habit?" He picked off the opponent's badge with a sword,
The seven-pointed star and the emblem of the sky clanked to the ground and rolled into the crowd's feet.
