"Three Gods?" York muttered, "Gaia probably doesn't like to listen to this, let alone Lucia. Who else does he believe in?"

Uriel pointed to the new patterns exposed, stars and night sky. "Otto."

"Insatiable. Faith is not an apple, if you can't cut it, you can separate it."

"This is the truth, but sometimes people want both justice and apples, oh, and good luck. Most shallow believers will go to several churches with them and offer candles to them."

"Maybe you are right, Eastman and Heather Church, not only the forest races go. In fact, the real green elves will not pray to Heather in the human city, which will only benefit the human bag." Sita clapped the gray on his arm.

“A long time ago, faith had no uniqueness.”

It's weird. "How long ago was that?"

"A thousand years ago," Uriel replied, "during the age of the ancestors."

York couldn't help but have a cold war. He felt like he couldn't say it, and he had a lot of thoughts for a while. The murals of the ancestors, the faith of the Three Gods, and the sound of the swing of the swings sounded in his ears. Thousands of years ago, the mysterious realms also fought side by side, and people's requirements for faith were not so strict. Three Gods... Gaia, Lucia and Otto, their believers were once the same faction, and you would never infer this from their current relationship with water and fire.

"A thousand years ago, the three gods were the state religion of the Aurenian Empire. The mercury church, the judicial organ and the tower of the sky, and they formed the cornerstone of the mysterious power of the empire." Uriel's voice seemed to be recalling. It was even more strange. I lived three hundred years longer than him, and I was fortunate to have never seen my ancestors and their three gods. "Mysterious creatures obeyed the dynasty, and lost allegiance to Emperor Aurenian, and thought they were glorious. The law of the empire is their law, and everyone abides by order and dare not cross it."

York imagined the mysterious fulcrum bowing to their vassal states and almost laughed out loud. It was a ridiculous past, and mortals held great power and rode on the heads of the mysterious. The flashing pool did not have such history.

"It's incredible, but it's a real period," said Ulier. "The Knights of Silver Song are also the noble legion of the Aurenian Empire. The 'Victor' Villonka was born here, and his legend began long before the Battle of Dawn."

"The records of your tower are so comprehensive."

"The Prophet even experienced the Battle of Dawn, that thousand years..." The Tower Messenger shook his head, "He was a true ancestor, a living history of Knox. Soren told me that the predecessor of the Silence School was the Mercury Church, and Lord 'Second Truth' was also a saint during the Battle of Dawn. It seems that it is not surprising that Sir Aarson's warehouse has the faith murals of his ancestors."

Not surprising. York looked up and stared at this wall that was at least a thousand years old. It was no different from an ordinary wall in his eyes. "There is no clue about Tedonaradu." There is nothing at all here. "Can I try roast lamb?"

Uriel finally looked at him with a reproachful look: "We are not bandits, York. I know that standing on the ruins and saying this is not very convincing, but violence cannot be used to steal other people's property."

"Well, as a pagan, it seems to be more beneficial to listen to you right now."

...

This is the first one? Uriel looked through the photos stored by Sauron, and these ancient history was presented on different objects: murals, tables, chairs, candlesticks and scrolls. He had never noticed the remaining details in the church before? Until he entered the dream of Mortus. They were hidden behind modern sculptures and in forgotten basements? They were covered, buried, accompanied by moss and grass seeds. If you look carefully, you will notice these subtle details that are incompatible with the current doctrine.

I should go to Black City. Uriel regrets not changing his itinerary. In his dream, he visited Mortus and Marantino. Now the city of dawn still stands on the edge of the plain of St. Milund, and its glory remains unchanged back then? Unfortunately, the Bres did not welcome them. Black City has experienced many destruction and rebirth, and its name has changed several times, but it is built on the remains of ancient Mortus. The apprentice is more familiar with where? His search will not be subject to many restrictions.

But he had already made a choice at that time. Dreams are dreams after all? Unlike reality. Today's Gaia Church is no longer a mercury church? The Aurenian Empire has long been destroyed? The Freeman and the Silver Song Knight, the Elves Guards of the Celestial Forest? Even the Sarahs and the Kamaria Water Fairy buried deep in the snowy mountains in the south, these bones, wars, and vows do not belong to him. Uriel comes from a world without mystery, but he is now living in Knox in the year of the cold moon. This world that brings him a brand new life and adventure, and he cannot pretend that he does not love it.

But what made him more interested in than these was Joey in the dream. If the dream was real and a memory of the past, it means that his mentor was a ancestor, even a Silver Song Knight, just like the Prophet of the Tower. He spent a long and unimaginable years and entered the tower after the disintegration of the Great Alliance of St. Milund. But the record of Sauron's White Messenger was at the time of the undead two hundred years ago. In this way, the facts might - the possibility of the apprentice's hope - were that the mentor just played an unknown role in the dream. Did the White Messenger fantasize that he was once someone? He could not imagine it.

Ulil knew that what he was looking for was not history, but evidence. This was an action from curiosity and a secondary matter. The "Confession" gave him the opportunity to explore Bai Zhi's past, and the apprentice immediately seized it. The dreams that interfered with his life seemed to push him deeper, but Ulil knew very well that as long as he wanted, he could find the anchor to leave at any time.

"Tedonaradu escaped." Dalton was not surprised. "He is the most experienced nightingale and demon hunter. Whenever something goes wrong, he will run away immediately. You are still dragged by the Cross Knight."

"Where did you know so much?"

"Backing on the church, he was able to live and enjoy a reputation in the assassin circle. There are more than just us who want to kill him. Some people even offer rewards for his head and all their fingers." Zoer replied, "I have worked as an assassin for a while and knows a lot of relevant ways. When I sent Saudi Arabia and Kleia to the Paperclip Mercenary Group, I bought supplies."

"Information supplies. Beautiful work." Uriel himself did not expect that he was only concerned about hiding his path.

"A lot of things are useless. The news that Tedonaradu came to the Mint Land was well concealed. I didn't expect that we would meet him here. Our Astrologer had known it a long time ago. Later I stopped going."

The name "Astrologer" was named blinked and still did not reveal his real source of information. It is obvious that "Spiritual Vision" is not any known astrology, and even laymen can see this.

"He's sly." York muttered, "You should at least tell us about this."

"There has never been a nightingale who is not cunning. I thought you should at least know this."

Sita shut his mouth in disappointment.

Ulier turned to the old bishop: "I'm sorry, we really lacked staff to let Tdonaradu escape. My responsibility."

"It was Tedonaradu who was prepared for it." Bishop Debitt said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"It's even more dangerous to sneak in. Tedonaradu knows very well what method Nightingale will use to enter the manor and assassinate him in the face." Dalton also pointed out, "It's better to hit the ball head-on, Ulier, your judgment is not wrong."

The apprentice himself knew where the responsibility was. He frequently entered the dream of "Confessions", which led to poor mental state. Before breaking into the manor with York, he used "spiritual vision" to spy on the consequences of infiltration, so he changed his plan. In order not to cause side effects of the vows, his application of "spiritual vision" ended here, and he did not see the end of Tedonaradu's escape.

The apprentice stood up. "I want to talk to you alone, Bishop Debitt." He saw the orange-faced man cast doubtful eyes and knew what he was worried about. But Ulier could not give an answer. The failure of this attack could not prove anything, whether it was Tedonaradu's cunning or the dangers of cooperating with the wizard.

The old bishop took a step and walked with him to a redwood tree. Although he said nothing, Uriel could see that he was more willing to get close to him. In his eyes, Zoer and Sita were probably just pagans, not even humans, and he had nothing to do with them. Thinking of Aurenia, who had fought with Saint Valorand for many years in his dream, it seemed that the church's policy was not changed in excluding foreign races.

"What can I help you, the young knight?"

"Uriel. I don't think I am your knight, Lord Bishop," said the apprentice, "I am just a believer of Gaia with you."

"Personally, you saved my life."

"It also restricts your freedom. I could have sent you to any church where the Cross Knights protect your safety. In fact, I was in it and killed the believers who blocked the way. Enough, we all knew the weight of death." My choice. Uriel said bitterly: "These people even died in my hands more than once. I have faithful and reliable people, kind and upright people, I ended their lives with a sword. But until now, I don't think it's my fault."

"The Nightingale is excluding dissidents." The old bishop said slowly, "The contradictions within the church have accumulated to the culmination of the need to break out. Faith can no longer protect its believers...it is the source of disaster. I have lived a few years, young people, but they will even deprive them of this time. The Pope does not allow such cruelty. Your actions are a righteous act, Ulier."

Now, it is ridiculous to discuss right and wrong. Bishop Debitt replied carefully, as if afraid of angering him. But Uriel was not here to seek comfort or enjoy recognition. "Do you really understand my behavior, Lord Bishop?"

"You want to eradicate Tdonaradu and his gangsters, although I don't know your motivation for doing so."

"Isn't it a righteous act?" Ulier joked.

"Your goal is not something you want."

"It's my goal," Ulier told him, "but it's not Tdonaradu. I have to use his head to prove something to you, but unfortunately I'm not lucky."

The old bishop took a step back, "What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!