The night was getting darker and Lanzada was going back to rest.
The good-smelling air contains the vitality of spring, which seems to indicate that something is about to happen.
Desai felt more and more impulsive as he walked. It won't be long before he leaves the garden, and he feels that if he doesn't do something, he will miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Suddenly, Lanzada held his wrist and pushed him into a field of roses.
Before Desai could cheer that such a good thing could happen, Lanzada covered his mouth:
"Shhh, keep it down. I have a weird feeling."
They looked out cautiously and saw Neferti appearing in the garden. She didn't change out of her prom attire, and seemed to be looking for something, her steps hurried.
"Naira, I know you are here!" the girl said, "come out quickly."
Naira? this!
Desai and Lanzada turned pale. They had personally experienced the battle of the raid on Odessa, and they all knew that this terrifying Hand of God was a powerful enemy that even the captain found difficult. If they encountered it, they would be doomed.
Lansada felt an indescribable aura lingering dozens of meters away. She held the echo crystal tightly, determined to risk her life to deliver this crucial message.
However, the echo signal was filled with indescribable noise, and the chaotic psychic energy had cast an impenetrable barrier here, making it impossible to send the call for help. The air that was fresh and pleasant a moment ago became dull and dead, and the grass and trees withered and fell low to the ground.
Amid the flowery garden appeared a melancholy, extremely desolate and desolate place. A ball of black mud surges on the lifeless yellow sand, spraying mud like spring water emerging from the surface.
Something is coming out of there.
Lanzada and Desai were desperate. They were unable to call for help, their spirituality was greatly suppressed, and they were so frightened by the coming presence that they could not move. They hid under a low wall, shivering.
A silver-haired boy stood up from the dark, eerie black mud. His skin was pale, and his empty eyes were like holes in a rock. Then, the bright red light shone in these eyes, which turned out to be even more terrifying than before.
Naira arrived here and seemed not to notice Lanzada and the others who were hiding. He waded through the black mud, and a piece of clothing condensed around him. His aura was strong, but he seemed to be carrying a whole burden. His behavior was mechanical and simple, and he came not far away from his sister like a puppet.
Neferti immediately rushed to hug him.
"Stop, just stand there," Naila raised her hand to stop her and said coldly, "Also, don't go to the spring camping, stay away from Verona."
"Why?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Naila said coldly. He looked around as if searching for something, but found nothing. Then he began to concentrate.
Lansada noticed that at this moment, the invisible spiritual thread flew out of Naila and entered Neferti's body, connecting them. Every second, the stiffness, coldness and sluggishness in Naila's body weakened a little, the burden lightened a little, and she became full of life.
There is some kind of mystical connection between the brother and sister. Naila is transferring the negative state from him. Could it be that he has suffered some kind of harm and has to rely on his sister to share it...
Naila's condition doesn't seem optimistic... He was originally just a trainee wizard at Sequence 9, about the same age as me, and was blessed by the unspeakable ancient god to become the Hand of God. His power was probably incomplete and he wasn't even aware of Desai and I's presence.
Lanzada was confused and curious. She could sense a strange connection between the siblings, but she couldn't quite place it. She looked at Desai beside her, wanting to ask for help, but regretfully found that the slow armored cavalry's face was full of confusion and confusion.
Neferti also didn't notice anything unusual. Her body accepted Naila's strangeness without reservation, and her mind was focused on her brother whom she had not seen for a long time:
“In every dream I have, I see you, I feel you. Naira, your connection with me transcends distance. Near or far, wherever you are, I feel you of sadness.”
"Sadness? Ha~" Naila glanced at her sister, "Do you know what sadness is?"
"Of course I know!" With tears in her eyes, the girl rushed to hug him, "Our memories have been connected since the moment we were born.
"When my heart is with you, I feel warmth, truth and innocence."
Naila waved her hand and knocked the girl to the ground, and said with an expression of disgust and nausea like looking at a corpse:
"What are you talking about!
"Warmth? Reality?
"Abominable puppet, don't you know how fake you are? Enough, I've had enough, don't talk to me with this voice, don't think this skin can make me surrender.
"Stay away from me, monster. Don't try to control me with false dolls! I made a mistake. I was too weak in the past. I violated taboos and deserved such punishment. However, I will soon take away other gods. With the power of my hand, we can fulfill our contract. When that time comes, you can never fool me again."
"What did you say..." Neferti was stunned.
Naila stopped paying attention to her sister, walked back into the deep pool of black mud, and disappeared without a trace. He left in a hurry, as if he couldn't bear to stay another second.
Lda watched the whole process with horror.
"False, fake? What are you talking about? Maybe the captain knows what is going on."
Lansada pondered for a while and said to his companion: "Desai, you keep a close eye on me and escort Neferti back."
"And you?"
"I'm going to find the captain now!"
…
Before the party was over, Griffith had finished listening to Lansada's report. He thought for a while, took out a pen and paper, and drafted a letter of introduction:
"Lansada, before going to Verona, I need you to go to Odessa to investigate. There is Count Larmore's legion there. You must always be under their protection and don't be careless."
"Yes, Commander," the novice nun responded, "What do I need to investigate?"
"My professor told me to look for criminals among those who can profit from crimes, and to look for the flow of profits at the source of the incident. How did Naira advance from a trainee wizard to the Hand of God?
“I urgently need to know what happened to Naira and those around him after the day I defeated the Odessa people in the square last fall.
"I have a feeling that soon, I'll be facing him again."
Griffith paused briefly and said as if mumbling to himself, "I would also like to ask Lord Salorian for his opinion."
After watching Lanzada leave, Griffith had no interest in returning to the dance floor. He couldn't wait to meet his mentor. Naira dared to come to Homemonworth to issue a warning, which meant that the agent of the gods had returned from the lost ruins. After a short period of silence, he was about to return to the battlefield.
The battlefield of the first battle was Verona.
"Brother -" Saya came to the brooding Griffith and patted him, "Who was the girl just now? Her eyes are so beautiful~"
"emmm..."
"You obviously have so many to choose from, why do you stick to the elf girl?" Saya asked softly, "Compared to the elves who are addicted to magic and as unstable as bombs, it is obvious that a human girl is better Wow! I heard that this group of pointy-eared people once plotted to kill you, for fear that you would ruin their good deeds! It’s so bad!
"As a rational human being, you should also recognize the reality. How wonderful Sonia!"
Griffith was stunned for a while before he realized: "Garadia is different from her people. And there are also many elves who are my friends."
After hearing this, Saya walked around her brother with her hands behind her back:
“There are elves who rebel against Canaan, but there are no Canaan who rebel against Canaan.
"You can't misjudge the overall direction of Canaan's actions just because you and the elf sister are close. They live in the Kingdom of God on earth and consider themselves to be higher than human life forms, so their actions must be in line with their own interests."
Griffith did not object.
"You're right. You read it from Roland's book, right?"
"Well," Saya nodded honestly, "He is a very dangerous person, but I think he is right. Canaan is different from us after all."
"I have also read his book," Griffith said as he left the dance with his sister, "but there is another sentence at the end -
"As long as there are enough elves who betray Canaan, Canaan will also betray Canaan. Quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes. The method to recognize and understand this phenomenon is what Roland calls the materialist dialectics."
"But, let the elves of Canaan betray you. Is this possible?"
"Last fall, I experienced something that made me somewhat understand Roland's thoughts. He seemed to have believed from the beginning that I would understand him and be a comrade."
When Griffith said this to his sister, he covered his right eye with his hand. There seemed to be some amazing power hidden there, ready to break through the shackles and burst out at any time.
Saya could feel this powerful spiritual energy. My brother is the "Hand of God" and controls such a rare power. It's really a very cool thing.
"Then what did you understand from this?"
"Sister, there are limits to human abilities. I have learned one thing from my short life... The more people want to protect their own world, the more they will find that there are limits to human abilities. In the face of God's game So small and helpless…unless more than human.”
"Brother, what exactly do you want to say?"
"My front is shrouded in dark fog, whether it's my relationship with Galadia or the upcoming war," Griffith said. "My enemy is certainly a powerful mystery. But, I don't have it either. I plan to face them as a human being.”
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