"She's so small, even smaller than you."
"I don't want to explain anything to you. The sun will set soon, so you'd better be prepared."
"She needs care."
"Then act quickly!"
"I mean, let her squeeze in with you. Look, I don't have a second water bottle."
"Go to hell! I must remind you that the Ravens are involved with the Chamber of Commerce, and they have many mysterious items. Before your friend asked people to stuff me in, he never thought of building me a villa. This can provide A prison of protection, not a cradle for newborns.”
"What should I do? Can I find a candlestick?" There was only sand around. Literally, sand and burned campsites. They had searched here before, but the candlesticks they found were either made of silver or inlaid with precious stones. They were all valuable, but they could not bear the heat of the West Tower. "Forget it, Your Excellency, you two can share the bottle."
"I'll slap you with a milk bottle! You little brat." Mr. Ye Yan cursed.
York was used to it. Since he left his mercenary friends in the Four-leaf Territory, he has been lonely and lonely along the way, so he had to look for fun everywhere. There happened to be a djinn who only lived in a bottle, so he naturally became the target of boring topics. At first, "Yeyan" was still suspicious, urging him to stay away from the tourists and speed up his pace. But now, this guy is eager for someone to share York's attention.
It sounds really sad, but at least I have improved his introversion. This guy should thank me. "Who told the robber to lie when he was about to die? Otherwise, she was really in Candle Girl City. Did she want any bottles?" York watched as the flames stabilized, "You should all thank me."
"It is the nature of the same kind to protect newborns." Ye Yan said, "The robber lies constantly. Only she knows what happened to this child. When she wakes up, we must ask clearly."
"Encounter? The first time I went out in hundreds of years, I was beaten to death by monsters on the road." York muttered. "What else?"
Ye Yan frowned: "I think she is the descendant."
Upon hearing this title, York felt uncomfortable all over. Two years ago, the tide had not yet reached its peak, and the elemental realm was not connected to Knox. Except in the kingdom of the Oath Keepers Alliance, people could hardly see light elemental life. However, there are as many weird and mysterious races in the world as there are stars in the sky, and everyone has long been accustomed to them. The Theitas stand out from the crowd, all thanks to the excellent alchemy skills within the alliance. Before the Glitter Pool completely arrived, they used the rectangular ladder built by the Alliance to reach Knox, traveling between the mysterious land and the mortal kingdom.
At this time, Sita was mostly serving as the vanguard of the Glitter Pool and the reinforcement of the Oath Keepers Alliance. From her mysterious level to her combat prowess, she was impeccable in every aspect. This is where the name "Adventer" comes from. But as the Glitter Pool and Knox got closer and closer, even the low-level tribesmen were able to sneak out of their homes and sneak into Binya Ao. The "Adventurer" has also changed from an alliance warrior to an upstart in the underground exchange.
Today, the Flickering Pool has completely returned, but if any tribesman dares to leave their hometown and the alliance's sphere of influence alone, the end will probably be bad. At the beginning of the year, York heard that the Oath Keepers Alliance had protested to the Holy Radiance Council, asking the latter to restrain mortals in order to curb humans' hunting of mysterious ethnic groups.
Such protests have had little effect. As a mercenary, he certainly knew that the largest slave trading market in Binyaio was in the Brestatik Empire. The Glorious Council can control Sodria, but it cannot control the first human empire. In fact, the people of Bures believed in Lucia and were more willing to pursue Sita, seeing them as incarnations of the goddess. York felt that the only result of the return of the Glitter Pool was that his people became less in demand. Forget it, people actually buy and sell their own compatriots anyway, let alone foreigners?
Maybe she was just unlucky. Orange Sita studied the flames. This fellow member was different from him and Ye Yan. His whole body exuded a silvery white light, and his temperature fluctuated, causing the surrounding air to distort. The magic spell on her body that restrained herself has expired, and the high temperature has turned the yellow sand that carries her into crystal clear glass.
If an overestimated mortal reaches out and touches it, the consequences are self-evident. Even in the city, her rebirth could cause a fire. Fortunately, this is Sodria. The land is full of sand and it is hard to find people. At the same time, it is very close to the place where the Twinkle Pool comes. Now I just need to find it.
Get the bottle and send this girl home... "There's something wrong." Ye Yan suddenly said.
"It's been a while," York agreed. The reborn Sita is naturally different from human newborns. Although they are fragile compared to adult individuals, light is light. He began to try to recall the characteristics of his people. I had been among humans for so long that I almost thought I was one of them. But there's nothing wrong with that.
"Are you blind? Look at her fire! Damn it, what is this..."
It was getting late, dusk had sunk under the sand dunes, and there was only a little golden-red arc left in the distant sky. The newly born Sita burned for a long time, illuminating the camp like daylight: fences, buckets, gauze tents, nameless flags, and a whole bunch of fragments of the mantra potion. Bandits robbed a caravan, probably a church caravan. The nearest city is Candle Girl City, where many priests and paladins are stationed to teach anyone who wants to do evil hesitant. These bastards are so audacious.
At this moment, for York, the bandits in the desert are just slave traders waiting for opportunities, and there is no need to pay much attention. The only thing worthy of attention is that a fellow member of his race was lucky enough to be saved due to his righteous actions. I wonder if he will regret this idea in the future.
Orange Sita sat down in the sand. "Her fire is changing."
In fact, the silver flame burned brighter than his fire, and the light elements swarmed around her, making her brighter and hotter, naked and nailed in the center of the field of vision, like a brief moment left after looking directly at the sun. snowflake spots. That flame is not a real flame, but a reflection of the soul on the level of reality when it is burning violently. If the robber's confession is true, Silver Sita's fire has maintained this intensity for several days, and ordinary low-level people cannot withstand such squandering.
According to York's own common sense judgment based on all the memories accumulated by his ancestors over the past three hundred years, it is impossible for the reborn Sita to have a high level of mystery. Damn, she's still burning!
"...The Nameless One." Orange Sita whispered, "She is not my compatriot, Mithfaran, she is your compatriot."
"Nightfire," Sangminna Misfaran cursed.
Even so, they couldn't just leave, so they had to wait. Ye Yan remained silent, seemingly lost in long memories, and York did not bother him. He poured himself a drink and warmed it next to the glow of his kindred souls.
On the surface of the dark brown liquid, wisps of white mist floated up and were blown away by the night wind. The desert is no longer sweltering at night, and some oases may even get frosty. York hadn't seen Frost Moon for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Although when he left Knox, he formally asked Calder Lehler, the regimental commander, for leave, but everyone thought he was leaving, just like when he said goodbye to Dalton. As Sita, York is still a young man, but when he returns to his hometown hundreds of years later, the leader of the Knox mercenary group will most likely be Calder's grandson.
How strange, he thought, that I would still send them letters and mention the gifts I expected to bring to my friends when I returned. Most items can be sent back with the letter, such as a blow dart and a handful of hay, or a sand hat, gemstone chess pieces and mermaid scale necklace, as well as patchwork rag dolls and painted porcelain for Jet's younger daughter. Whistle and Lucia's holy water bottle engraved with the seven hundred and seventy-seven Gospels. York used magic to hide something on the letter, convincing the mailman that the Knox mercenary would pay the balance.
However, this often has disadvantages: the letters are too heavy, and if the carrier travels through the ladder, the charge will be increased. Hopefully Painter will take into account the cost of travel when he pays.
But the gift is priceless. York's drink was a gift he got in Card City. It is brewed from the grinding of six magic plants and has an amazing and extraordinary taste. The creator calls it "the water of dreams" because it can teach mortals to become insane and hallucinate. Mysterious creatures can also use magic to digest drinks, gaining a refreshing effect from them. That guy was famous for mixing wine and was quite wealthy, so the Dream Water was sold very expensively. When he offered to give it away, York gladly accepted, otherwise our Theta adventurer would have had to pay for it on credit.
Suddenly, he discovered that the empty bottle of "Dream Water" was also a mysterious item. Now we have found a new container for the same species.
While he was thinking, the silver light was still beating, but the glass gradually solidified. "She is cooling down." Ye Yan reminded. The spell was taking effect and York finished his drink.
"I want
How to tell her? "
"What did you say? She understands it herself. We all understand it." Misfaran flashed. "No one wants to see something like this! Let her explain why she has fallen to this point, York, and then supervise her to commit suicide immediately."
Orange Sita blurted out: "She will die."
"It's true that the result of suicide is death." Ye Yan snorted. "I understand what you mean, kid. But she is different from you. Sita is Lucia's creation and must not degenerate into a demon. Otherwise, she will hate you when she grows up."
"What does it matter? There are too many people who hate me: the Venetian gang, my colleagues, the patrol knights, the new adventurers I beat up, a few blind paladins... and Antoros' Sorcerers of the School and Priests of Gaia." York grimaced. "She's nothing. Besides, what would you do with or without me?"
Ye Yan also reacted: "That's right. If she doesn't need you, she will choose to be reborn."
In this world, there may never be a Sita like York Chaine who believes that he has no previous life, only his ancestors, because as long as he accepts the memory before rebirth, the light element life will be immortal. Who would reject eternal life?
I can. York thought proudly. He spread his arms, lay down in the sand, and pointed his feet toward his new kin. "There is only one me in the world! So different and unique."
"You should be glad that you were not born a devil, otherwise you would have been in trouble." A strange voice said.
He "whooshed" and jumped into the air, then slowly fell down with the wind. Although the visitors are strangers, there is no need for them to be wary. "Oh." York greeted, "Who is this guy who loves to teach others?"
"Your elder. Show me some respect, kid!" The person who came was naturally Sita. He was exuding a milky white light that complemented the cooling newborn baby. It's like this is a church, York thought, just a little golden light. "My name is Cormelenko."
"York Shayne."
"I was ordered by the Queen to be responsible for the cooperation negotiations with the Glorious Council. I am currently the chief judge of the inspection department of Your Excellency in Candle Girl City." No wonder this guy arrived quietly. Komelenko asked: "Someone reported to the church that there were bandits robbing and selling the Sita nearby... What are you doing here?"
I'm here to do justice. "The supervisory department you are talking about is the Holy Inquisition, right?" York pointed out.
The other party paused. "Someone said that."
In fact, most Pinyaio people say so. As one of the seven mysterious fulcrums, the Holy Council of Radiance is well known to everyone in both mortal and mysterious realms, let alone the "Holy Inquisition" which is even better than the "Holy Knights". Interesting. York was almost certain that the other party was an "Adventurer". I don’t know how he transformed into the chief judge of the Holy Inquisition. Could it be that the cooperation between the Glitter Pool and the Council of Radiance has gone quite deep? It seems to be true that when the Glitter Pool stayed in Knox, it was located in Sodria, the country of quicksand, and it was inevitable that there would be some communication with the Glorious Parliament.
"Who said that?" he asked, "the one who told you we were here?" How many descendants have come to the Twinkle Pool? It won't be for Ye Yan...
"Answer my question, kid." Kormelenko had no intention of answering his question. "Did you encounter bandits? A slave-catching team? Or monsters? Who are the people in this camp?"
"We are not on the same page." York explained simply, while Ye Yan remained silent and hid back in the bottle. Presumably he knew how much trouble it would be to show up at this moment.
At this moment, the silver light finally cooled down completely. Komilenk shifted his gaze to her. "You don't know her? Just met her by chance?"
"It's chivalry." York corrected. "I came to you on my own initiative."
"I saw mortal corpses on the road," Komilenk said.
"They must be your targets. No need to thank me, Lucia told me to do this."
The referee smiled slightly. This white fellow has the majesty of a church priest, which is not consistent with the fellow in York's impression. Perhaps this is why Queen Evangelion sent him to negotiate with the Parliament. At least here, his seriousness will be respected by others instead of silly laughter.
Moreover, everyone can see his piety. "I've heard of you, York. You didn't come from the Twinkle Pool, you came from the south, right? You were one of the first ones to arrive." Kormirenko put away his sand mask, revealing a The hazy elf face. Even an old man like York, who had been with Knox for many years, couldn't help but praise his good skills at pinching faces when he saw him. "In my hometown, everyone said you were a 'bright spot'." "
What is this? celebrity. The most popular event in the Twinkle Pool is the "Spot Contest", in which the best ones are the "Bright Spots". It sounds like a mark on the cheek. York couldn't help but smile. Alas, I almost forgot this statement. "I left there a long time ago."
"News from the Oath Keepers Alliance about you."
It dawned on him that this might not be good news. "What did they say?"
"Since Eastman's Catastrophe of the Undead, you have caused a lot of trouble along the way. First in Yotsuba City, well, this counts as your resistance to evil, and then in the sealed land of Alanvor, you broke into Kamaria, And the conflict between the mercenary organization you joined and the Holy Knights seriously hindered the implementation of Lucia's decree. After the Frost Moon, this is partly evidenced by the records of the Glorious Council, you went to Moniantoros and participated in a The vicious religious schism war caused serious consequences. You cooperated with the drow of the Temple of Ashes. Finally, you arrived at the floating island in the tower, and you were in close contact with the astrologer, and you were suspected of treason and apostasy——"
"It's all bullshit!" York protested.
"Indeed." Komilenk actually agreed, "These are nothing. You are neither a knight who has sworn allegiance to Her Majesty Evangeline, nor an officer who serves the alliance. We cannot hold you to their standards." He changed the subject. "But as a creature of the goddess, no Sita must associate with the devil. You have violated this rule, York Chaine, and the Holy Council of Light requires the hunters to make a fair and strict judgment on your actions."
Orange Sita frowned: "What?"
"Do you deny it?"
"Needless to say?" York gradually understood. "Damn it, you found out she was...you thought I was here for her?" It was purely a coincidence. How could such misunderstanding exist in the world? "Damn it, are you alive? Say something quickly so that he can wake up." The mercenary said angrily to his fellow Silver Lights. "Otherwise we will soon establish a secret society among the tribesmen."
The silver light converged and condensed into a ball of light that was constantly twisting. She seemed to have spent a lot of effort trying to find a voice for herself. "It's not Gahu..."
"Is this the Elvish language?" York asked the referee Cormelenko, who rolled his eyes.
"I said I am Kaif." She finally managed to look like she could speak. In fact, Sita can communicate in her own way, but seeing that both York and Komilenke have their own faces, this girl is not to be outdone. "Trianne Kaif."
She apparently accepted who she was before her death. "I haven't heard of it," York said.
"Tell the priest to arrest you." Trian was very annoyed. "I encountered a huge white scorpion, which can release a gaseous poisonous mist." She explained, "I killed it in a few hits, but..."
"...Didn't you realize you were poisoned at all?" the mercenary smiled, "Remember to check yourself next time, especially after an easy battle."
"The poisonous scorpions of Sodria are born to control the power of darkness." Komilenko said seriously. "If you inhale the poison unintentionally, there will be no reaction within a few hours. But if you use magic power, the poison will grow rapidly and stick to it." It stays firmly rooted in the body until it kills the poisoned person."
"There are no monsters like this in the Flickering Pool." Trian looked very frustrated. "It's good now. I lost the magic power I accumulated over the past five hundred years and have to start from scratch."
He's actually older than me? York shut up.
"How mysterious is that monster?" Kormelenko asked.
"Low ring. It's one level lower than me." Trian shrugged, "It's much stronger than me now."
It turned out that this woman had only changed jobs in five hundred years, and York was refreshed. This is far inferior to me.
The referee took note of it carefully. "I will have the priests clean up this area to expel any possible groups there." He promised. "Next, we have to deal with
Address your question, Trianne. "
"I need to take it slow," she said.
Komilenk didn't push. Sita's rebirth has no special losses, but death is still the threshold. He turned to York: "I don't blame you, kid, Trianne Cave is also a demon now. You walked with her, didn't you?"
Secretly, York breathed a sigh of relief. It is simply unrealistic to say that he has no guilt about this guy who came to his door. I thought Sir "Yeyan" was going to come in handy. "Well, how are you going to judge me?"
"People say that you have been to Kamaria, Anteros and the Tower, and have met countless big shots." Komilenko's serious mask finally could no longer be maintained. "How did you do that?" he looked eager to know.
Only now did York feel the joy of meeting his fellow villagers. After all, Sita is Sita. No matter how serious a guy is, he must have the face of chasing fame. They are born to compare, to be the center of attention, to spread and show off their brilliance. Isn't it clear to me that people who don't have a pool of twinkling can resist the temptation to become a "bright spot"?
"It's very simple." Orange Sita replied happily, "As long as you have a tower messenger friend, an extraordinary mind, beautiful qualities, and excellent skills——"
"Only the first condition is the most important," Trian pointed out.
York smiled at her. "The latter is indispensable. Otherwise, you will fall into a scorpion as soon as you are invited to go out, but you will not be able to accomplish anything big."
Silver-light Sita flashed violently with anger. "You are not the best Adventer!" she shouted. "There is an officer who won the first place in the Seven Fulcrum Competition for the Alliance! He is the real bright spot."
"What competition?"
"Two years ago, in the early days of the Demon Hunting Movement, the Mysterious Fulcrums cooperated with each other, but refused to give in to each other." Chief Referee Komilenk explained, "So everyone held a competition, with His Excellency Kong Jing as the referee, and it was decided in the ring. The School of Silence, the Oath Keepers Alliance, the Mist Elf Kingdom and the Holy Council of Radiance all sent their own elite players, but the final winner was Ye Weston from the Glitter Pool, who represented the alliance."
"That's right. I was on the front line and didn't participate in the competition at all." York announced, "Otherwise, the championship would not have been Weston."
Trian was quite shocked: "You...?"
"We can't explain what didn't happen." Komelenko smiled, "But you did have the guts to break into Antoros. At least this part shouldn't be an exaggeration."
"School wizards and Gaia monks are just losers." York said frankly, "But the Black Knight...he scares me." He still remembered the battle in the cathedral. It was an undead, and in the end it was just a dead person, but no undead could give York the same feeling of invincibility. "I...I'm different from you. I'm actually afraid of death."
"Have you met the Demon Lord?"
I also have someone in my pocket, and you can be considered as having met him. "Absolutely true."
"Weston will also meet the demon lord." Trian was probably racking his brains to search for the memories left by his mother. "Everyone said that the queen sent him to the Eastman Kingdom to find out information."
Looking for information? The Ice Territory is basically the home of the association, and even the demon-hunting coalition has failed. Moreover, with the arrival of the extremely dark night, Sita's strength has been greatly reduced...and so on. York suddenly thought, wouldn't this champion be looking for the whereabouts of "Night Flame"? Queen Evangelion knew that he was the lost Nightingale...
It would be ridiculous if the champion died for this. York didn't hesitate to say more: "Don't die in front of me, Trianne. It's better to go home." He began to try his best to find reasons. "Here...it's full of boring...sand, uh, glass. I don't want to wait around."
"I don't want to be watched by you either." Silver Sita retorted. What a lovable little girl, now I get what I want.
"There is a rectangular staircase in Candle Girl City." Komelenko seemed happy to find it useful, "Follow me."
