"Suicide?" Dalton was incredible. "I have never figured out the way this religious madman thinks. It's not yet desperate."

"In their eyes, even life is just a bargaining chip for respect."

"I don't think it's a hell of honor to cover up the scandal and die. Manet and those nuns don't even have names on the tombstones! Who's going to give justice for them?"

"In the eyes of our Archbishops, they are just sinners. You cannot use normal standards to demand these fanatics. They do not even believe in the real Gaia, otherwise they will not misinterpret the doctrine of the goddess. Their god is the Church of Gaia." Uriel put away his short knife, "It is obvious that it was Peyton Forest's order to clear the monastery, and perhaps he was the one who did it himself. There is no need for the Silence School to provoke the incident between the mysterious fulcrum for no reason... There is still a secret here."

The night elf frowned: "What?"

"Since Manet has had contact with the Tower, it is useless for the church to silence. Bishop Payton cannot be unclear about the consequences of his orders, but he did so. This shows that he and his bullshit honor are more afraid than Chloita's revenge." Ulier said, "I am very clear about the mental state of such people. This was told by a murderer who once regarded the security bureau as a shelter."

"The desperate person can really do anything."

"That guy is a demon, and he was chased by the church and has no way to go. In the eyes of most people, the demon is not human. Now the retribution is coming."

The Demon Hunter fell into the same dilemma as the Demon and died for it. The funny fate. Dalton was not very moved by this coincidence. "Then do you know what Payton is afraid of?"

Ulier blinked. "Silent School."

"Peton is afraid of Shania Ravenus." He should be afraid of her. The Law Wizard only needs to move his fingers, and the Archbishop and his nightingale will become a nest of dead birds.

"This is my guess, and there is no conclusive evidence yet," said Ulier. "But what is certain is that the church and the wizard are not close. It might be considered that it is a contradiction between the honor of the church and the wizard faction." He pulled the corners of his mouth, and his hairy beard twisted. "Even if there are only two people left in this world, there will be differences between them."

He was not as depressed as Sauron's mouth, and seemed almost confident. Dalton didn't know whether his plan started with the head of the corpse, but there was no doubt that Ulier's approach would be beyond everyone's imagination. He felt it was difficult for him to speak out to stop what this person did, and it was not just a person's will that drove him forward.

"There are differences." said the night elf slowly, "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

"It's obvious. That's it. It's impossible to stick to the rules."

"What do you want to do?" This is the ultimate question of this exchange. Dalton regretted it as soon as he asked. He felt that he would pay the price for it, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. He thought that Uliar would choose to use the differences between the school wizards and the church to attack the Archbishop's possible accomplices. "Who are you going to avenge?"

"I'm not for revenge. Now Manet's only enemy is me, a fool who misbehaves others...Peton Forest died long ago, destroying his lifelong efforts is just anger and showing off his temporary pleasure."

"Revenge is to show off his temporary pleasure." He felt very happy when he killed Ingrid. When he turned around from the Gray Crab Castle to assassinate DeWitt, his hesitation was partly due to the count's accusation, mostly from the reluctance that this pleasure was about to end. However, the hesitation was fleeting, and the night elves never let go of their enemies. It was Lind Punabag who blocked him.

Dalton had a new weapon, pointing him in the direction after the end of this hatred. Uriel didn't need anyone to guide him, he was enough to find a way.

"What I want is not for a moment, Dalton." Uriel stood in front of the stone carving, and the wordless parchment roll spread out before him. "The meaning of the existence of the Church of Gaia has been twisted by paranoids like Forest for too long, and the wizards who pursue the truth are prone to lose their bottom line. They are all running on the road of losing control."

The night elves had never thought about the advantages and disadvantages of religious beliefs. He found it difficult to answer, so he had to nod in silence.

"When priests use charity signs to cheat, abduct babies, and make their business prosperous, it means that the problem is not with someone or a few people." This is quite easy to understand. "What needs to be changed is the organization itself."

"What's it like?"

"I hope that the Gaia people believe in is a god of virtue and law, a mother who guides us to give good intentions on the basis of respecting each other, and a father who supervises us to constantly innovate our cognition while following the law of order. This is my Gaia, and the Gaia that represents the world." Ulier explained, "The Church is an organization that spreads faith and gives people spiritual support and spiritual comfort. What do you think of this?"

"Okay." Dalton blurted out. "It's very good, I mean, a very good idea."

"Don't be so careful, Dalton, I know you believe in your own God. I'm just asking for your opinion."

I wasn't afraid of the conflict of faith, Dalton thought, but you asked me about the meaning of the act itself. "What are you going to do?" He licked his lips and repeated it.

"Stop it with the devotees who believe in the church."

The old parchment was slightly lit, and Uriel was immersed in his blueprint of plans and did not notice any abnormality. Dalton rubbed his eyes and could not pretend that it was his own illusion.

"I have to say something to Sauron," the night elf muttered, "It must be told. Being prepared is better than not." He then rubbed his nose and drove away the sticky nasal voice. "What are you going to do? I mean the next most recent step."

Fortunately, Uriel did not lose logic for his plan. He shrugged: "We have to find a safe house for this kid, and there will definitely be no white tower."

Dalton could only nod.

...

When Chitarian got up, she drew a thread on the calendar and wiped off the last date of waiting. She looked at the bright red circle on the numbers, felt her palms sweating, and her excitement was about to explode in her stomach. She couldn't help but knock over the chair, and the loud noise echoed in the room. Chitarian quickly turned his head to check his sister's condition, and was glad to find that she was not awakened by the noise.

Sooner or later, she said to herself, you don't have to be nervous. But when she saw a green carriage parked outside the apartment through the glass, she threw all restraint behind her head. She combed her hair and washed her face, and wore a skirt while chewing mint. Today she chose a green wool skirt with tiny golden vines on her collar, which was the color of the flame moon. Although Venewards is in a dark night, Byrne is sunny and thunderstorms and thick fog.

When she opened the door lightly, she found Murum waiting around the corner outside the stairwell. "You got up so early."

The boy's hair seemed to be fed with his fingers, and he quickly turned around. "Citharian? I was awakened by the movements in your room."

"Sorry. You know I'm a little excited."

"You didn't do that when you went to watch the opera yesterday."

The only difference between Murum and Lesen is that he would blame me, thought Hitarian. But she didn't hate him. "You can't knock down the chair every time you get excited." She let herself walk slowly to maintain her manners - the skirt on Hitarian and the weird gestures she never cared about in the past came from Ms. Leana's guidance. The administrator's attitude towards her and her sister almost flattered Hitarian, who had just arrived, and now, she said a little ungrateful that she felt she was used to it.

The nameless people are family members, and Chitarian and Ruth become members of the association, and their relationship with Ms. Leana should be closer than their loved ones. She strives to change her ideas to integrate into Byrne and the Night of Starless.

"I knocked the cup over yesterday," Shitarian told Murum, "I had to change my clothes temporarily."

"No wonder we were almost late."

"That's because you got up too late," she pointed out happily. The boy grimaced. "Let Ruth sleep a little longer, let's go to Bronze Gear."

"I'll leave the bald head." Murum released the rope and the spotted dog rushed into Chitarian's room. It jumped onto the chair that was straightened and wagged its tail at its owner. The bald head was quite human and would not wake Ruth up at will.

The carriage was waiting in front of the door, and Hitarian and Murum carefully walked around it. They walked on the street in the morning, with a blank space in the mist. Byrne's street was not in the style of Four Leaf City or Venewards. She had never seen such a neat road before, and the Goddess Heaven might not have imagined it.

The kingdom of the nameless is similar to the mysterious fulcrum, because even if the fire is not ignited, the nameless is counted as a mysterious creature. The king of Byrne believes that his family cannot live in the streets of mortals. In terms of mysterious status, the nameless should be higher than ordinary people who have no mystery. They regard the nameless as demons, and the nameless does not despise their way of life. One day, the night of Starless will take back the land of Knox from the hands of the seven fulcrums, and the mortals will recognize the nameless as their master.

Hitarian never thought that day, she prayed for nothing but her place to live with her sister Ruth. It was safe, stable, and without change. She never thought of becoming someone's master, and she could not even control her own life. Byrne satisfied her that was more outside of her fantasy... everything, of course, also included this wish.
Chapter completed!