"I saw York."

"who"

"York, Yorkshiin. Send you to Sita where I come. My squad leader. He is with the Paladin."

Memi was very nervous, "He is okay?"

"What can he do? He is a light elemental life. Lucia's holy land has two places, one is the holy city of Zangwell, and the other is the flashing pool. From this point of view, they can be considered a family."

The little gray wolf blinked and felt that he was not given directly to the Paladins by the other party. But then again, since York and the Paladins both believed in Lucia, why did the latter insist on chasing him and not letting go.

These guys who created the white disaster are always stubborn and rigid. "Didn't the Goddess of Light teach them how to unify their opinions?" he said with resentment.

"Lucia is not Gaia." The adventurer shot his finger at the little gray wolf's forehead. "They do symbolize justice, but lack mercy."

"You mean Bai Jian," asked Meimi.

The adventurer turned his head and glanced at him. "Maybe it was something else."

He led Meimi through a street, and his shoes left a string of mud footprints on the dry stone slabs. This was a secluded path, which gave Meimi a special feeling. He seemed to be walking in the endless forest, with buildings full of ancient and exquisite styles standing on Fontaine and Bailu. The moon lowered his head and whispered in his ears.

There was a wonderful sense of touch that was working. The werewolf saw his footprints shining. He was shocked to realize that the road under his feet was like a Milky Way flowing, and countless translucent halos rose from the water, leaving the river surface, floating in the air. These dense light spots formed a new tributary. The Milky Way and the River of Light were rushing endlessly, intertwining each other with a mystery leading to the sky.

The dark moonlight shook.

"where did you go"

Memi woke up and realized that he was asleep, and adventurer Calder was lifting him up and shaking him.

"I'm dreaming." He murmured to himself. "Are we here?"

"Your magic is growing," Calder said. His expression became serious, "It is trying to make you sleep. Is the wolf a habit of hibernating?"

Obviously not. Memi knew that their race was the elves active in the snow and glaciers, and they were full of wildness. They never slept until the end of their lives.

"This city is affecting you," said the adventurer. "The traces of Venewards are about to disappear, and the magic of the projection will completely erode the ice landlord city. As far as I know, Yue was once the royal city of Alanwo, but Kamaria and werewolves are obviously closer."

"We are one with each other," Memi replied. "I am also a projection, a real projection." But I would rather go into madness.

"We cannot guess His greatness. Since the moon created you, children, you are the Sita of Berti." They avoided a team of paladins. The adventurers hid in a shadow and lowered their heads and asked, "Do you know the meaning of Sita?"

"The Creator of the God of Light."

"Uh, I was wrong. You are Nonn of Berti, Nonn, do you know?"

Of course I know. "Ange." He replied sleepily. "Our Lord, sir. When she was born in the year of the Shadow, I prayed for her."

"The people in the ice land are like this." The adventurer muttered. He saw the pattern of his armor reflected on the glass opposite the street, and happened to be in the same frame as a real knight. The other party was wearing a face armor and his helmet turned toward this side, and then raised his sword and pointed it. "It's damn." He planned to say something even more ugly, but the distance between the two sides made him not even time to vent his mouth. "Advanced alley." The sound of rapid footsteps sounded behind them.

"It's the patrol knight." In the dark corner, Memi squinted her eyes and recognized the silver vultures on the armbands of the city guards. "Why are they looking for me too?"

"You're wrong. They are not looking for you, but their Count. Projection will scatter people all over the city. It seems that our angel of luck is no exception. She is called Danlfinlancost. I'm also going to find a suit to attend the morning ceremony. There must be no grand ceremony now." Knox's leader was very regretful.

"Before the White Disaster, there were still grand celebrations in Venice," said Memi.

Calder pressed his hand on his forehead. "Let me go away, why are everyone talking about that unrest recently?" He seemed very impatient. "Fifteen years have passed, and fifteen years have fewer friends, and half of them are related to the disaster fifteen years ago. Children, we don't talk about these things, and we don't talk about the lord."

A large cloud of cold mist was spraying out of his mouth, but it was the last water vapor, and the temperature in the city was gradually rising. But for Memi, it was still very cold. "Many people never talked about Baichao and the Glorious Council." The prestigious adventurer made a heavy bass from the deep of his throat, "so that the next generation could forget these sufferings and hatreds. I don't think they did anything wrong."

Memi still didn't have time to reply. Calder shook him to wake him up, and he shook his head, and the snowflakes fell from his shoulders. "Why do I tell you this?" he said to himself, like an old man with a weak brain.

A team of knights passed through outside the alley, wearing short swords and long swords on their waists and holding spears and iron locks. Everyone was riding a horse, and the sound of hooves was crisp and loud. But Calder frowned and couldn't help but ask "What's wrong?"

"These men are not noble guards."

Although he had not left the tunnel for a year, Memi still remembered that the knights guarding Venewards were the patrol guards of the Public Security Bureau, and many guards recruited by the little nobles were not included. These people were nothing more than a mob than the real Silver Weird Army, but ordinary adventurers were not at all easy to deal with. However, as long as they paid the nobles, they were happy to let the soldiers obey the orders.

However, the Yinjiu Army is still stationed in Yongqingzhi, and the patrol guards of the Public Security Bureau do not need to be so fully armed. Could it be that these guys were guards built by a noble master with persecution paranoia

The adventurer showed a puzzled look, "I made a mistake, they were chasing the fugitive."

The little gray wolf asked uneasily, "It's not the Silver Eagle Army, right?"

"Why don't you talk about the Paladins?"

"The Paladin wears silver armor."

"Good reason, but I can wear silver armor, anyone can do it. These people are the knights of the church and Gaia." The adventurer replied, "Even if the Paladins want to capture you, they will definitely not slander you as a fugitive. Otherwise, they must first negotiate with Chloita. Judging from the white envoy's attitude, those paladins will not be so dazed that they complained upwards." Suddenly, an inexplicable expression dispelled the fog on his face.

Calder suddenly changed his tone, "Let's get out of here first." It seemed that he realized something.

"How far is the copper wine glass?" asked Memi.

The adventurer told him that he was just across the street. However, he was leading Memi backwards away from his target. "Maybe they were just passing by." He asked the werewolf to wait patiently.

The grey wolf was very excited by the disappointment that passed by the destination. "Why are we avoiding Gaia's knights?" Memi couldn't understand, "They also obeyed the Paladins." This was ridiculous.

"Think of it with your toes, there is no more possibility than finding the same number in the indulgence." Calder said unhappily, "those men are now demon hunters."

How do you know I didn't find the same number of indulgences, but the word Demon Hunter seems to have a kind of extraordinary magic, and Memi stopped talking at once.

A large snowflake had no gentle posture and hit the barrier of light. Their six corners were as sharp as a knife.

These edges cut through the silky air and even penetrated the obstacles of magic. The bishop turned his head and rubbed his cheek coldly.

He wiped the frost on his beard with his fingers, his skin turned blue and then rosy again. "You are tired." The star-bridge peridot brooch flashed on his neckline, and the warmth spreads everywhere in his body. Bishop Edger was very surprised. "I can't believe it, I thought your spirit and magic were not recovered quickly."

He remembered that the first battle with the White Envoy was in the Port of the Great Light. At that time, the other party followed His Excellency "Night Qiming" and his face was no different from the dead. Daniel himself was the leader of the Paladin, leading Lemons and many knights to this city on the clouds. Although the Apostle did not fight with the astrologers and Demoses maintained his demeanor, the White Envoy was able to set up a spectacular forest of ice under the siege of most of the Paladins. Regardless of his position, the Bishop had to admit that the other party's skills and magic were really amazed by people of the same level of mystery.

But now, Bishop Daniel Edger saw the mysterious inability to succeed.

"Did you feel shaken?" asked the bishop.

The young man stood in place like a sculpture. He turned slightly and grabbed a galloping blade of light into his palm. This was the blade of sin in the empty realm. Blood was flowing down his fingers and quickly frozen and solidified. He held the light red ice cubes, and the rustling powder fell from the edge, shaping it into a short blade. "My mission is not over yet, Daniel. It's not only you who have faith."

Bishop "You Believe in Otto" does not believe that every astrologer must be a believer of the God of Destiny, and there are also astrologers in the foreign race. He had never heard of the faith of Bai Zhien, so he became interested.

“I believe in Gaia.”

He treated me as a fool perfunctorily. The bishop suddenly lost the desire to find out. In his opinion, the messenger's answer was insincere. "To be honest, I can't see it at all." The Silence School would not accept a faith partner like you happily.

"I was originally Godless and the gods of Knox are gone. But I must arrange a camp of gods for me, so I would rather throw myself into the arms of Goddess Gaia." The White Envoy didn't seem to be laughing.

The bishop couldn't help but look up and down at the young man, thinking that he might have recognized the wrong person. "Okay, Gaia believer." He tried his best to make his voice less sarcastic, but it had little effect. "It's a long time, I'm a white mess, and if you keep going like this, you won't be dawn." Maybe it's faith that makes you vulnerable.
Chapter completed!