"Get out!" shouted the coachman. "For Lucia's sake, don't let me see you again."
"Aren't you a believer in Elvins?" York was surprised.
"You are still thinking about this at this time!" An incredible voice came from the bottle, "Pull your hat up, York! The locals are hunting Sita."
"You don't need to tell me," York muttered. It was too late to conceal his appearance at this time. If "Night Flame" Mithfaran's voice was louder, maybe the fellow members of the Twinkle Pond could hear it. But in that case, they wouldn't have to face such a dilemma.
A section of the hat protruded from behind the bush, tattered and patched. It slipped back into the dense branches and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but York knew it was still there. On a starless and moonless night, walking alone into a deserted suburban forest, you never know how many people may be following you. A bunch of clumsy, simple-minded scoundrels who dream about dreams all day long, and dare to do any nasty and scandalous thing for money. Now they had their sights on Sita, like an imp on a bird. These people must have never been bitten by geese when they were young.
"It's really troublesome for mortals to hate us so much." He sighed.
"No, as long as you mind your own business, I think the convoy will be happy to give you a ride." Lord Kong Jing in the bottle pointed out.
"They called Her Majesty a coward to my face! How can you blame me?"
Ye Yan snorted, "You can refute, no one will stop you." His tone became increasingly irritable. "But you set his pants on fire! Hell, you didn't say a word before you did it! People were just having normal conversations... and now they think you're crazy."
"I forgot that I was wearing a hat. They didn't know that I was Sita." The light elemental being blinked. "No wonder they spoke so unscrupulously. I thought these people were rude."
"But you lit the fire!"
"I'm sorry, but his belt was a little loose - so loose in fact that it almost fell off. I just took another look and the fire started."
Ye Yan was startled: "What's going on? Didn't you take your medicine?"
"I had it in my mouth at the time, but I hadn't swallowed it yet. As a result, they were saying stupid things." York shrugged, "Of course I wanted to refute it, but I didn't have time to talk."
"Have you swallowed it now?"
"No, I can't do it. That scene... I spit it all out." Thinking of the funny scene where the businessman grabbed the waistband of his trousers and couldn't put it down or lift it, so he had to roll to the ground to put out the fire, York was about to laugh again. Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but laugh, and when the other party settled the score later, they found that there was really no way to count, and in the end they had to vent their anger on the guy who took the lead. Misfortune lies below. But he vaguely realized that people expelled him not because they found him setting fire, but because he was the only one who couldn't hold back his laughter when everyone was quiet.
The bottle that Misfaran was sitting on shook. "Hurry up and drink something new!" He took a deep breath, "This is a forest, do you want to light the oasis on fire?"
"Wait a minute, I think I need to teach them a lesson."
"What, those stalkers? Are you going to use magic against them?"
If you don't use magic, how can you use a sword? York thinks it's all the same. His restraint on the elements is not as strong as before, essentially because his fire is unwilling to limit itself in the tide. While following the convoy, York tried his best to control himself, but when dealing with the pursuers, he didn't have the mental burden. "There has to be time to let go."
About twenty yards away from the clearing, the first guy who couldn't hold himself back jumped out. Three of his accomplices came out, and two more were secretly taking aim. The weapons of these people are not that bad. The leader even has half a suit of armor and holds a mysterious item with a blue light in his hand.
"He is so professional." York praised.
Your Excellency "Yeyan" was unmoved. "Control yourself," he warned. "This is a rare oasis."
Aren't these trees fine under the sun? Sita felt that her fellow travelers were making a lot of fuss and were far less interesting than Uriel and Dalton. But he was just an object until one day when York was looking for the "twelve-thirty potion", he pulled the wrong cork from the bottle.
At first, the other party was not willing to communicate. So York called him "the magic lamp" or "the drifter", which seemed to be considered a humiliation by him. This person calls himself "Night Flame" Sanminna Misfaran, a member of York's race, but he is a rare cold-light elemental being who is not affected by the night. The most important thing is that this guy is actually a Lord of the Sky Realm. York couldn't figure out how Uriel managed to stuff his kind into the bottle.
"I have to return to the Flickering Pool, York." When Ye Yan spoke, his voice showed weakness. This also solved York's confusion. "Some information is so important that I must tell Her Majesty the Queen."
"Is this information about the Society of the Unknown?"
The other party was startled: "How did you...?"
"The Demon Hunting War is over. The main force of the coalition forces has withdrawn from the snowfields and established a defense line at the border of the Ice Territory. Many people are fleeing south."
"The fight is over? Evacuate?" Misfaran looked as if a century had passed. "Damn it, that guy is worried about me going back to report the news! Where is he... what time is it now?"
"This is the year of yarn, Your Excellency." York replied kindly.
Now, the year of yarn has passed. York's journey from south to north, crossing most of the continent of Penia and Io, took more than a few days or weeks. It has been two years since the turmoil of the Year of the Cold Moon, and people have arrived at the new Frost Moon, the "Year of the Fairy." Maybe people will see fairies this year.
York has no feelings for fairies. As for "Ye Yan", I don't know whether it is true or not, but he claims to have a virtuous wife. The couple were both officers assigned to the Oath Keepers Alliance by the Glitter Pool, so they stayed in Knox for a long time. They came with a mission that was very different from mine. But York doesn't envy them either.
At this time, the mortals who thought they were hunters took action. They surrounded them from all sides, and the archers concentrated on firing their arrows. York did not draw his sword, the fire lit in his hand.
The person facing him was naturally the only armored guy in the group. He shouted loudly and handed over the sword in his hand. He could see that he was trying to thrust his sword into the light. York allowed the opponent to carry the weapon through his body, leaving a funny orange-red outline in mid-air. The enemy staggered through the "ring of fire" and almost stuck his sword into the tree hole.
Sita maintains the "ring of fire" around another person.
Unfortunately, this person is half a head taller than his companion. York's forehead hit his nose. In an instant, the line of fire burned through the flesh and bones, and his head was cut open at the moment of brushing against him. The "ring of fire" continued to move forward without any hindrance, and the man fell to the ground, half of his head falling on his knees.
Seeing this, two people turned around and ran away. But they were too close before, and now it's too late to regret. York caught up with one, and the high-temperature line of fire maintained the human outline of the original attacker. With a "snap", he was cut into scattered building blocks.
The other screamed and fled in panic. The ambushing archers fired arrows in the dark. The wooden shaft of the iron arrowhead was thrown into the ring of fire with gray feathers, and disappeared silently, so no arrows flew again. An unpleasant smell was blown by the night wind towards the remaining enemy, and he froze in place.
York compressed his silhouette and lassoed towards the enemy. In an instant, the opponent suddenly shrank his limbs and came out of the ring of fire.
"What a lion!" Sita laughed, "try this."
He narrowed the outline of the line of fire again and rushed towards the man holding the poison sword. This time, he lost half of his shoe, but successfully jumped over.
"Don't!" the man howled. Only then did York realize that what he had lost was actually half of his foot. It seems he isn't a real lion after all. If it were Roma, he would definitely be able to cross it easily without any sparks.
But he would not play such a bad joke with Roma. "How have you gained recently?" York was wary of the sword as he approached the man. Sure enough, the opponent threw the sword, rolled over and crawled to the ground, and ran away. Sita let the poisonous sword fall across her belly, cutting a few grasses. Toys made by mortals. He noticed that it was a magic sword.
However, even if the magic sword is used, it will be difficult for mortals to compete with the mysterious creatures. He chased after him with his sword drawn - it was his own sword, nothing special - forcing the man to roll to the ground and plead in agony. Since this guy has targeted measures, some unwary tribesmen may fall into his trap. "Have you met my kindred?"
"No, no, sir..."
"You'd better have seen it. That's what I'm here for." Sita poked his injured foot with her sword. "Tell the truth, scum! To be fair, I'll let you go."
"Only one!" the man shouted, "have mercy, only one... There was a descendant, she was swallowed by the monster, no, not me... We found a cluster of silver flames where she died. Sita. At that time we didn't Know! We..."
Now I know for sure. York thought. You have witnessed the birth of a new baby. Sita is an immortal elemental life. When the previous generation dies, the fire is rekindled on the spot and descendants are born.
Of course, he thought so, but many of his people believed that it was the dead man himself, and that the reborn Sita had no descendants.
"Did you sell her?"
The man murmured, retreating from the edge of the sword.
Before the demon hunting movement, Eastman's Ice Land was a land of mortals who longed for light, and everyone wanted to be York's friend. The mysterious realm is ruled by the Seven Pivots. People treat Sita as politely as they treat foreign visitors, and are even fascinated by him. It had been a long time since York had known what it felt like to be considered an alien. "Tell me her whereabouts."
"...Candle Girl City."
Sodria, the country of quicksand, is a vassal country under the "Holy Council of Light", and is naturally Lucia's theocracy. As creatures of the goddess, the Sita family often has privileges here...but that is for mysterious creatures. If the light elemental being was born not long ago, or if his skills in the mysterious way are inferior to others, the local people's methods of chasing Sita will be much crueler.
Is this not the case at Eastman? York thought. He would have known the true face of a mortal. If it weren't for Knox's identity as a mercenary and the ability of a mysterious creature, someone would really use him as a lamp. "Next question, where is your base? I must have transportation."
"There is a camp to the east with a black flag on the fence and camels inside. Please let me lead you, my lord."
"Oh, this is too much trouble for you." York cut his throat with a sword. "Your footprints are quite conspicuous." The people who just escaped must be going back to the camp. You only need to follow them to find their target.
Dead men don't tell secrets. Lord Yeyan emerged from the bottle and frowned at the corpse: "There are actually people hunting Sita in Sodria. The monks of the Holy Council of Light have neglected their education for too long."
"Sita is Sita, and the goddess is the goddess." York saw clearly, "The monks have no obligation to promote us."
Ye Yan snorted. "You can see clearly."
That's natural. York thought. I didn't put my wealth or life on a noble goal. After working hard for this goal my whole life, I realized that not all the people I protected were friends. nightingale. Let's put it this way, intelligence officers who fight for order and peace cannot avoid such an end. Our allies are not a whole, sir. There will always be some people who seem to be inseparable from each other.
It was a year ago that he determined that "Night Flame" Sangminna Misfaran was a nightingale. When the two parties first met, Lord Ye Yan remained vigilant, neither showing up in front of others nor mentioning his identity.
But when she realized that she had overslept and it was too late, Leng Guang Sita became less and less interested in talking about her former mission.
"I failed her." This person confided to his compatriots in a foreign land. "It was not Her Majesty the Queen, but Tekapo. She liked to have people call her 'teacup' and she also liked to collect them on weekdays. I haven't seen her in a long, long time... …I almost want to fly to her… No, no. I’m afraid I have to be reborn once to… see her, otherwise I’ll scare her.”
"You just have the fire of the Nameless One."
"I'm following orders." Yeyan, or rather "Lord of the Flame Moon" Sai Ruoma, was only a flame as big as a pea, but it was emitting strange invisible fluctuations, as if it was conveying something. Although York was one of his own kind, he still could not decipher its contents. His soul's compatriot is someone else. "I kept reborn, kept igniting, until I was qualified to join them. If I wanted to go home, I had to abandon my talent."
It was the first time that York met the Nameless One from the same camp, and to be honest, he was very curious about him. "Becoming an unknown person turns out to be a probabilistic event? Can you get a talent by constantly committing suicide? What is your talent, Your Excellency?"
Ye Yan didn't answer. Not only that, he also issued a warning: "Once you find that the fire ignites spontaneously, you must start over immediately. Devil means corruption, and Lucia's creation must not associate with evil!"
"But you are the demon lord." York pointed out.
"That's it for now. When I return to the Flickering Pool, I hope to end this." There was a sadness in Ye Yan's voice. York didn't know why. He missed his family, regretted not being able to spend a long time with her, or... it couldn't be that he missed the unknown person. "Your Majesty is waiting for news from me."
So York set out for Sodria. According to the tribesmen of Painter, the Twinkling Pool will come to the northernmost desert of Binyaio. It is a dry place with little rain and extremely hot. It is considered by mortals as the place where the sun rises. The Broken Moon belongs to the South China Sea, so this desert is also called the "Sea of the Sun".
At this moment they were very close to their destination. According to "Ye Yan", they left too late, but York has not been able to find the Flickering Pool so far. He feels that he came too early.
"I didn't expect the war to end so quickly." Mithfaran admitted. "The king is dead, and the Seven Fulcrums will probably destroy the association...but we lost."
"It's just a tie. The seven fulcrums still rule the mysterious realm." York disagreed.
"We lost." Ye Yan insisted, "The starless night was originally the shadow that shrouded Knox, representing the old era and the old order. But he is dead, but we still haven't defeated the devil! You don't understand."
York didn't expect that the demon hunting war would end like this. To be honest, as an adventurer in the mortal kingdom, no matter which side wins, it has little to do with him. He was sure that some demons were heinous sinners, but he did not dare to draw a conclusion easily as to whether the demon-hunting party was completely motivated by justice. We kill the Nameless Ones because of their demonic nature. York still remembers the cruel years of struggle passed down from the memories of his fathers. Mortals would call them myths of the distant past... No matter what, this is a battle for survival, and it is what people have to do. He also never puts himself on the same footing as the Glorious Council.
"I know very little about this man." The orange-faced man told him. "As far as I know, the number of nameless people is difficult to compare with the orthodox ones. In the Twinkling Pool, I have never seen Sita as a nameless person. "
"except me?"
"That's it, Your Excellency. Her Majesty the Queen issued a decree long ago, prohibiting everyone from being reborn at will."
"Because the time has not come yet." Ye Yan said gloomily.
Only by constantly committing suicide and being reborn can Sita become a nameless person. York didn't know the probabilities, and he didn't want to know. After the Queen of Light Evangeline issued the order, it is conceivable that such accidents will become less common. But… “What does timing mean?”
"Sita is the mysterious ethnic group closest to Lucia, York. Our fire is very stable, and it is difficult to change even after hundreds or thousands of rebirths. To become a variable, the number of restarts required is enough for hundreds of years, and this is deliberately done ...Besides, even if we accidentally become demons, we can start over. But Her Majesty the Queen’s order... This is a good thing, but when people implement it uniformly, the number of rebirths of the Theta begins to stabilize."
York understood: "Hundreds of years...at a certain period of time, the west tower of the Twinkle Pool will undergo large-scale transformations!"
"Your Majesty predicted so."
He shuddered. The Glitter Pool may become a new secret society, doubling the number of demonic factions. Of course, this can be easily dealt with, as long as everyone dies again... but that's for the other Sita. There is only one York Chaine, what should I do then?
No. York quickly got out of trouble. I won't reboot, so that day won't happen. I'm so glad I wasn't born a devil. "Each clan member has his own choice about rebirth. If he is not satisfied, he will die and start over. In my opinion, before the Queen's decree was issued, they were never satisfied. Everyone's times are not uniform."
"Maybe, I don't know the specific situation. I have been away from my hometown for too long, and many things have changed." Ye Yan frowned.
"You are the hero of order." York comforted. Far from his hometown, he lurked in the enemy's territory for hundreds of years and became a demon lord of a secret society. The "Glimmer Lord" Alini was nothing more than that. However, Sita's characteristics can give Lord Yeyan the opportunity to become a nameless person. He doesn't know how Anlini deceived the order detection.
"I don't want to be associated with the devil at all." Lord Ye Yan's flame shrank. "Yes. How could I abandon the place where I was born? Byrne and the palace... The demon hunting war is over. I have nothing to do with the devil. I should end this life and return to my true self. However, the Seven Fulcrums failed to eradicate the secret society! Maybe! You see it's a draw, York. But in my eyes it's not over."
Now, York finally understood his concerns. "Does His Majesty still want you to go back?"
"I can't say for sure." Lengguang Sita replied dully, "Becoming a nameless person requires paying a price. Now it seems that it will probably be a time price. Think about it, even if someone succeeds me, he will have to go through the ignition, The process of changing jobs and finally crossing the path of death. Experience can be accumulated, but the mystery is difficult to fully replicate."
"If you fully accept your previous self, you will quickly regain your original mystique."
"It's very fast. It can be done within a hundred years." Ye Yan admitted, "But we don't have a hundred years. The battle between the Seven Fulcrums and the Demon Association only lasted one percent. Byrne has a new king. I'm afraid he is not satisfied with maintaining the situation. I think the demon hunting in the Cold Moon Year is just the beginning." Lengguang Sita's voice softened. "The Nameless Ones will fight back. From what I know about him, they will definitely do so."
He changed the subject. "In short, if you want to deal with this new king, your majesty needs to allocate your energy. My...nameless talent is still valuable to the flickering pool, and I cannot handle it easily."
The new king. York felt uneasy. Naturally, he felt that the mysterious war had nothing to do with the adventurers of the Mortal Kingdom, but his friends either came from the Seven Pillars, or were inextricably linked to the Seven Pillars. Uriel and Roma are members of the Tower, and the group to which the dwarf Painter Iron belongs is a member of the Oath Keepers Alliance. Dalton is closer to him, but when the Glittering Pool returns to Knox, the underworld will be connected.
Among these people, York was most worried about Uriel.
You gave me a bottle containing one of my Sky Realm kin, but you never appeared again. On the way to the Sun Sea, York kept thinking about his meeting with the Tower Messenger in Veniwatz. Considering the identity of this kin, he wanted to know what Uriel had done before returning to the Glittering Pool.
"If you don't waste too much time in Candle Girl City, I will tell you the truth." Ye Yan said, "Your friend is a devout knight. He has his own creed. There is no doubt that he will also practice it."
"He gave me the bottle and told me to show it when I saw my own kind." York shrugged. Obviously, the tower messenger has different ways of using this extremely valuable Lord "Yeyan". "To be honest, it's quite similar to that kind of story, isn't it? When faced with a dilemma, the protagonist opens a magic bottle or rubs a magic lamp, or something like that."
"Your understanding of Knox's customs and culture really exceeded my expectations."
"Well, when I was at Eastman, I always thought of myself as a member of Knox." York floated to the top of a tree. "What harm can it do?"
"Your friend is considering another angle. If you discover my existence in advance, the props will not work. Did he tell you that when you open this wooden bottle, in addition to meeting your fellow tribesmen, you will also meet the Alliance of Order forces? When you found it?"
I see. "The Seven Pivot Points are looking for you."
"That's it. I do things for them."
"But how did they find me? Uriel notified the tower? No." York himself could deny it. "He is worried that they will come to me!"
Ye Yan nodded. "It's okay if they are of the same race and are members of the Oath Keepers Alliance, so don't worry. But if the Ministry of Foreign Affairs sends envoys, or the Paladins of the Glorious Council and the Silent School, it will be very bad. These people are suspected of colluding with the unknown people. When a suspect is identified, the target himself will never be notified."
"I've seen it." York muttered, "It's in Winnie Watts. The leader doesn't want us to join in the fun, but the city is as bright as day, and we can see it from afar... This is the first time I have replenished my magic power at night. . You were still a member of the association at that time, Your Excellency, maybe you also saw it."
"There is no recourse to the past."
"But if the hunter wants to use fire against me, that won't work. Uriel should take you away."
"Sita also has its end, York. This is the only way he can protect you." Ye Yan told him. "When the hunter tracks down his relatives and friends, investigates your travel itinerary, and finally finds you, he wants me to show up and exonerate you."
This is simply not necessary. York thought. I'm not unknown, and I'm not related to anyone...well. An irrepressible thought came to mind.
But this is impossible. He is a member of the Fulcrum of Order, an apprentice of the White Emissary, and a Knight of Proverbs of the Goddess Gaia. Even though the examples of Lord "Night Flame" and "Lord Glimmer" Anlini were right in front of him, York did not believe that Uriel could deceive the eyes of the tower. The apprentice was originally a mortal, and the White Envoy personally presided over his fire ceremony. There are traces of these.
"Uril is not a nameless one." York said decisively, "I swear by my faith in Lucia."
"It doesn't matter who he is, York. Whether he is born with talent or not cannot affect his judgment. Uriel lives up to his creed."
"He knows who the devil is! Liars, gangsters, vile people, I don't believe he doesn't know!"
"You actually claimed in front of me, York, that you knew the Nameless One?" Ye Yan asked coldly, "What did you say?"
Sita gritted her teeth. No matter how weak Misflaan is, he is still a real Sky Realm after all. As for the Nameless Ones and the Secret Society...the two sides are not a community. He knew this very well. "At least that's what we see." He squeezed out these words.
"His fight is for the people you can't see."
York sighed. "I guess so. Hell, everyone knows that Dalton and I went with him to the Holy City, a tributary of the Silent School, and to the Tower headquarters."
"Do you regret it?"
"I just want to find out." York murmured, "We have experienced many adventures together, why didn't he take me with him this time?"
"Yeyan" looked at him with a strange look.
York is like a light on the back. "What do you mean?"
"I thought you thought he was crazy."
"I don't know what he did." York said defensively, "But I'm pretty sure that this guy can probably pull a big trick. Uriel is a clerical knight of Gaia, not from the tower."
"This will be a difficult choice. Ukanshu ashu.et "
"Tough, but no suspense." York gestured. "Stop! Stop talking, Your Excellency. No matter how you feel, please remember that he saved your life. Even if you are not the djinn, you should be grateful."
"That's right. I'm fulfilling his wish."
York was furious. "Doesn't he have any reasonable wishes? For example, to escape from the war?" Is the fucking demon hunting war something that can be interfered with? "For the sake of the gods—"
"Maybe he can change fate, York. Don't you know that?"
In this world, some things will change, and some things will never change. Just like the winner will not surrender, just like there is no right or wrong in the battle of survival. "Uriel is missing." York whispered, "That's why I'm here, Your Excellency. Although you are my kindred, I don't owe you anything."
Ye Yan did not deny it.
"No one found me, no one blamed me." No one thought that the Order Alliance formed by the Seven Pillars actually lost the demon hunting battle. "This means that you failed to fulfill your promise to Uriel, and you owe him a debt."
"I will keep his secret." Ye Yan solemnly agreed. Probably he never thought about betraying his savior. When it comes to judging enemies, Uriel is much better than me. "In the name of Ackroyd...in the name of Lucienna."
York raised his head and saw the outline of Candlegirl City in the distance, and his shoes were filled with sand. Sita picked out some crystal fragments from the soles of her feet and observed them in front of her eyes. A ray of morning light penetrated his cheek, lighting up the fragments. In an instant, it was as dazzling as glass, reflecting orange-red, golden and lake blue. York shined this beam of light on Ye Yan. "You look more like a djinn now."
"Move it." The other party didn't appreciate it, "The bottle is going to catch fire!"
