"No one in front." Du Yilin took off the ring, and the magic fluorescence dimmed. "The view behind is wide, and no one can approach the river bank quietly. Okay, don't come to me again within half an hour. You have long eyes, right?"

She may not be sure of herself. The tower messenger is arrogant, but she is quite professional in astronomy, stars, humanities, geography, and outdoor activities. Rego said she once did not carry any luggage and hiked through the Red Desert, which is the desert area where Sodria is located thousands of years later. There were not many such feats in the adventurer's notes, and Uriel doubted whether she was the most incompetent messenger in the history of the tower.

"Then start." Joey ordered, "The wizard and the mortals go first."

The bridge deck was less than three yards wide, with rapids below it rushing, and foam swelling around the rocks. The consequences of falling down were more dangerous than they seemed. Not only did Urial get off the horse and walk on the stone, but even the wizard of the Church gave up his transportation tools and advanced between the dirt roads. Behind him were Jenners and the blacksmith carrying a hammer. They didn't see each other for a few days, and they seemed to be quite close to each other, and they could talk about news and anecdotes about the imperial capital through their helmets.

Uriel didn't expect that three days had passed. The dream time was slowing down, and the degree of slowing down gradually increased. He could not tell what was the reason, so he had to rely on Chloita's library. The ring of Soren was so upset that he threatened to report his behavior to the Prophet. Uriel let it yell, and this guy probably did this from the beginning.

The search of Roma and Sabina achieved results. They found an ancient map of the Aurenian Empire in the cover of a book, and magic protected it through a long period of time. However, it was actually just an imaginary path depicted by later generations based on records, not a real relic of ancestors.

Sauron concluded that its accuracy was not high, but this was the only information that could be used: Chloita did not save any words about the exile team, and the tower messenger Duilin also found this person. The Silver Song Knight is one of the main legions of the St. Milund League, and everyone has detailed records of the past. Pogat and Rego indeed have records. Roma found the former on the sacrifice list. The dragon disaster suddenly came, giving the hostile creatures of order that were both hostile. Rego survived the initial war, but then left his post for cultivation due to serious injuries and died a disease a few years later. The help brought by the record ended here.

As for Ocus and Zorman, another sacred wizard, even Cloita did not remember them. Perhaps no one in Knox will know the story of their survival, life, and aging. Even if he asked Bernard, the "Second Truth" of the Silent School may not remember that he had a colleague. After all, it was all from the age of his ancestors.

But Du Yilin is different. The messenger is the predecessor of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and he is interdependent with the astrologer to form the Tower of the Sky. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs records the names of all members - messengers, garrisoners, and even apprentices and non-staff members. Du Yilin is the messenger in the early stage of the Dragon Fellowship. He is famous in Aurenia. The Knight of Silver Song also recognizes her. Such a person cannot disappear in history without leaving any trace. Not to mention anything else, Uriel doesn't think that many people can hike through Sodria. There are countless mysterious places hidden in that desert? It is also a natural place for nurturing monsters. Lucia's favor makes Zangwell have the Spring of Life, and other places are not so lucky.

The value of these things is not as valuable as the common sense he obtained from his fellow travelers in his dreams. Ulier thought Sauron would reveal more information, but his rings were always ruling. The phrase "Maybe the Prophet will know" appears as frequently as the chance of picking up sand in the desert.

Maybe Saint Valorand will have records? Natural elves have a way to remember history, but unfortunately they do not welcome Uriel. The Silence School may also know the details of that year, but the "Second Truth" will not tell the apprentice. In reality, he is still chasing the whereabouts of the nightingale leader Tedonaradu, vowing to cut off his head. As for the Holy Glory Council, the roster of Silver Song Knights found by Roma and Sabina comes from the Holy Church.

In addition? The documents of the Holy Inquisition are also quite complete? However, they are useless for apprentices? Joey was the Silver Song Knight, who had nothing to do with the judicial organs during his ancestors. The whereabouts of the squad Uriel is still in the moment? Lost in the unknown past.

After crossing the river, the team walked out of the plain and returned to the national highway. "That's Mortus?" Jenners asked? "I saw the city wall."

Ulier suddenly realized that the previous river was probably the one that the free men slaughtered mercenaries. It was just not the same section. He returned here again? Calculate the time of the dream? It has probably been nearly six years since then? Ulier actually only spent four weeks of night.

I'm afraid the only one who really touched him was Joey? Although he showed nothing unusual. This is his hometown, Uriel thought. When the affairs of the Gaia Church ended, his first destination was Black City in Breth.

The long journey made everyone tired, and Uriel understood them. Mortus and Marantino were half apart of Aurenia, which was the southern border of the empire. Going further south, it was the hot land of Eastman. Uriel knew that it was still the country of Alanwo, the moon elves and the water fairies of Camaria. Are there any of Alora and Nichles there? They are still loving, or are they jealous of each other? The Aurenian Empire was eyeing them, but according to later records, the Silver Song Knights did not set foot on their land.

Three days was enough for the team to transfer several cities, and the towns under the empire were connected to each other, and transportation was more convenient than in the future. It might be that the identity of the Silver Song Knight promoted efficiency. In short, Ulier skipped the long journey in the middle and directly ushered in the destination. He was glad for this. Tedonaradu and his nightingale seemed to have hidden, and the apprentice didn't meet them for a whole week, giving him the opportunity to focus his attention on the dream constructed by the confession.

"We're here." Jenners kept talking, his mouth never stopped. "It looks worse than Lapis Lamborghetti, and even children can climb up the city walls."

"I heard that the lord here was assassinated by the Nightingale."

"Lord?"

"A fat old man who can lose money when drinking." The blacksmith described, "he married his daughter to a wealthy businessman to support his daily expenses. The income from his territory was divided by his sons, waiting for him to die. This was all said by my friend in Lapis de Lapis."

"His sons? Who is his heir?" Zorman joined the discussion. He was a wizard of the Mercury Church, but he was a civilian. Villonka would like someone like him, but unfortunately Zorman was a wizard of the Church, not a wizard of the Silver Song Knight.

"The unlucky man has long been dead. It is said that the old lord is looking for the necromancer around and trying to revive the eldest son's corpse. His ministers are afraid that they will be led by a dead soul in the future, so they support his other sons to split the territory."

"The old man is always stupid." Zorman commented, "This cannot be successful at all. If I see, his sons must also know this. Maybe they were ready to fight for their father's property before they would give the old lord this ridiculous crime. Now no one believes anything he says."

"Now?" Jenners muttered, "unless he really finds the Necromancer, he can't speak."

"There are no undead in the Blackwood County..." The blacksmith saw Rego coming over on a horse and quickly changed his words, "I won't do our business anyway."

Rego seemed to ignore what they said and crossed the carriage. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Why are we here for Mortus?" Jenners asked softly, "Lapis Lapis is more suitable for staying."

"I think you like the arena there."

"I... don't have that kind of place in my hometown." Jenners replied, "Neither Marandino."

"The barbaric customs of Blackwood County." Zorman was not interested. In fact, the wizard was full of disgust with the fight that was flying with flesh and blood. "The Three Gods do not allow such evil places to appear in the land of God's favor. These people once believed in a god named after the name of struggle, as if they were called Noktula. It was simply heresy. There was no such cult in your hometown, Jenners, that was really the blessing of the Three Gods."

I really don't know what the natural elves feel. Uriel pulled him out of the circle of discussion and walked around behind the wheel of the carriage. "They probably don't know that there are other evil gods in your hometown." The apprentice teased.

"Your three gods are just one of the gods, just like our Heather." Jenners said, "Only the Goddess of Death is the evil god. He brings night and silence to the world and is Heather's enemy."

"I haven't heard of it." There was no such thing as the goddess of death even after a thousand years. "I'm not here to listen to your missionary, Jenners, this seems to be my job. Why are you still here? Haven't you passed the forest on the road?"

Jenners dared not look at him. "I want to stay."

"Stay? Stay in Aurenia?"

"After the peace agreement, Saint Valorand took all the captured tribes, and I could have left Marantino." He whispered, "Back to the forest - a forest without streets and a forest without people. Not all forests are my hometown, and the glimmer forest where I grew up has long become your field. The saint and priests will place me in the forest of Celestial, which is Heather's favor, and it is more vast and deeper than my hometown, but I used to be pilgrimage in my dreams at most. Yes, I at least returned to the center of my tribe... They are my tribe, but they do not know me."

Uriel could not say anything comforting. The empire destroyed the forest and the homeland of the natural elves. The Holly Agreement ended the war, but the losses suffered by both sides could not be compensated. "The gods are merciful," he said.

"That's it. Heather gives us the eyes of suffering and appreciation of beauty at the same time, Ulier, I see different views from green leaves and streams, palaces and churches, streets and marinas, and walls - no tree can compare with the height of the city wall. You have created buildings that are no less than forests. This is the miracle of life and the crystallization of alternative art."

His eyes seemed to become bright, clear, and full of vitality, and his expression was full of yearning. If the pain brought to him by war could no longer be restored, then finding a life that he yearned for in the enemy country seemed to be a precious luck.

Uriel patted him on the shoulder. "Remember not to take off his helmet, man. May your God bless you."
Chapter completed!