"Kamaria." "Storm" Stiana reached out and showed them.

A towering castle stands on the ice field. The walls are snow-white and radiate light. The surface is as smooth as silk, without any scratches, potholes or scars. If it were said that mortals could build such a magical landscape, Parsul would never believe it. Apart from mystery, there is no other explanation. The boat rotated in the wind, and the thin leaves-like bow faced in front of it, just so that she could look up and look directly at the moon-the cold wind of the frozen soil roared across the battlements and stone steps, plucking up floating soil, tearing up flags, and rolling up layers of waves. At the top of the wall, the protruding corners and tower spirals swayed with orange flames. The depths of the arrow holes were light and dark, and people could be seen.

In a hazy darkness, the broken moon hangs high in the night sky, and the long black river flows around the city, reflecting the clear reflection of the building. No scenery can leave traces in the Black Moon River, but this city seems to be an exception.

"Alanwo's Moon Capital." Parsul spit out a mouthful of white mist, "I thought I was no stranger to the city."

"Is this the building of the Alanwo Elf?" Joey asked knowingly.

"...most of it." Stiana said the truth, "The Broken Moon gave the Mysterious City to His faithful believers, but the elves had shelter and quickly reproduced in the dark night, causing the city to be overcrowded. All the ancestors of the Alanwo people were once Kamaria. They left with their families and spread all over the south. But the king was unwilling to give up here, so he had to expand on the basis of the mysterious building." She suddenly frowned, as if this was unpleasant.

"Since Kamaria is a gift from God, it should also be a divine relics. How did the Alanwo elves transform it?" Parsul couldn't help asking. No matter how difficult it was, Stiana was happy to answer her question.

"It depends entirely on the Kamaria Water Fairy. It is said that they are residents of the Black Moon River and the messengers of the Broken Moon. They have extraordinary status in Alanwo. The current Prime Minister Lord Aolola is the patriarch of the Kamaria Water Fairy and the lover of His Majesty the King."

"Then I'm really curious about what Alanwo is doing every day in the court." Joey looked up by the river and mocked him.

On the way from Glimmer Forest to Kamaria, he often sarcastically with Miss "Storm". Parsul knew they didn't like it, but she would rather pretend not to hear it than intervene. No matter what, the sound was better than silence, even if it was meaningless noise.

"It's not surprising that the king has lovers. I believe Alanwo is similar to Aurenia. The ruler has the right to be ruled for the first night." She guided the topic, "But the water fairy Alora is his prime minister. How could his queen allow it? She is the king of all women in the kingdom, right?"

"No, it's not like that. The queen is the queen of the king, and she will never be the king. I guess you think so, Palu, they are different from you." Stiana said, "You are the queen of Saint Valorand, and I have always admired you."

It seems that the kingdom still has only one ruler. It is really unwise to explain the difference between the Cangzhimori and the Empire at this time. No matter whether Stiana is an Aurenian or an Alanwo, it is impossible to understand the difference between democratic and imperial systems.

"Well. I am the exiled queen." Parsul couldn't help laughing. "The queen who escaped from her hometown and mission."

"mission?"

"Sinners are valuable, too. For example, the Empire will use my disappearance as a reason to exploit the forest."

"The greed of people needs no reason. You overcome war and unfreedom, bring peace to the north, and bring new life to yourself. Anes told me that you asked the forest race to rescue refugees who fled into the forest."

"Because they are willing to take up weapons against their fellow countrymen." The high priest wanted to execute them to comfort the deceased forest, but Heather would never convey such cruel will. So Parsur defeated the death penalty and selected those who were willing to oppose Aurenia, gave them food and weapons, and then sent them to the forefront of the battlefield. After all, everyone must fight for survival.

"Refugees are not knights, they have no honor, they live one day. They will never work for Aurenia." What a distant memory, everything seems to be right in front of me. I confidently convinced my mother and was complacent about the effectiveness of the strategy. But what's the use of many rebellious mortals? When the Knights of Silver Song stepped into the Forest of Celestial corpses, only the gods could stop the Imperial iron hooves.

"The water fairy's ability to explore the past should also have a limit." She complained.

"They do have. In the past, they recorded what the water fairies heard and saw, and the consequences of the various behaviors of all things in the world, but they could not spy on their thoughts. They used the results to infer the reasons. Why did you come to Kamaria and Palu?"

For a vague voice, pray for the response I receive, hope in despair, unrealistic redemption, and madman's behavior, I will comment on myself like this. "This is our destination."

"But your destination should be in the Forest of Celestials." Stiana turned her head to see the Knight. "Please tell me and give me an answer. We are ahead of Kamaria, which is equivalent to facing the gods. This is not a secret from the lover, right?"

Joey shook the oar and ignored her. The ripples rippled from the bottom of the boat and rushed to the riverbank under the night. He didn't know the answer, after all, Heather would only give his believers a hint. Parsul's eyes fell behind him, wondering why he didn't look to the bottom like Stiana. The elves are different from the common language. He has the ability to raise questions and refute, and her answers can also make him understand. Perhaps the problem is not in this regard...

...But no matter what, now he belongs to her, she decides the direction, and the Knight obeys. After being separated from the brown ear, the mountain road became more and more rugged, and the darkness made the plain full of traps. Until he returned to the Black Moon River, Joey walked these roads on her behalf. Compared to Mortus, the current situation is really bizarre. Can Xuelin's life really change a person so much?

However, this is true.

The boat turned over the river bend, and the white city walls had become larger. A pair of water birds flew over their heads, and their feathers, claws and beaks were as dark as the night sky, as if they could swallow the moonlight.

"I told you the reason, Anna." Parsul lowered his voice, "My talent, it conveys the will of the goddess."

"But...? Oh, do you really think so?"

"It's true. I believe the forest will not deceive her children."

"Mr. Naidiya always says that not lying or telling the truth are different."

"She is very wise. Tell me, Anna, what kind of person is this president?"

"In my eyes, she is like a loving grandmother, wise and humorous, and can entertain me with cakes and honey. I know that the leader of the association cannot only make desserts, but she treats me as a cub in the nest and always likes to show her caring side. You know, Palu, seeing through people's true thoughts is not what I am good at."

"I see."

Stiana blushed a little. "No matter what, I don't have to think about a lot of things at home. But I promise you, Palu, she will welcome you to join. Lord Naidiya has been in Kamaria recently, and maybe you will meet her."

"A wonderful coincidence. It's so romantic. But unfortunately we don't go into the city."

Miss "Storm" widened her eyes: "Don't you go into the city?"

"Not here, Anna, I'll go south until I reach the end where the gods guide me. I won't stop before that."

"More south? But there is nothing there! There is no forest there, only bare icebergs. The snowman monster wanders in the cave, knocking the ice with the bones of outsiders, and shouting foolishly."

"Is that? Maybe they're singing."

"Don't be stupid!"

My silly girl, Parsul thought. You have never been to the southernmost place, and you don’t know the real world at all. Naidia tied you with sweet care, shaped you with principles and fables, and made you the "storm" of the curtain of dusk. The astrologer is no longer your goal, so you abandoned them. "Sing a song for me, Anna. You have a girlish beautiful voice, don’t let it be covered with dust."

"Really? I have a good voice?"

"No one said that?"

"Never." Stiana's cheeks turned redder. Parsul understood that her companions probably cared about her beauty more. "I have never sang a song to anyone."

But her encouragement works far more than the clumsy praises of the suitors, and the "Storm" did not refuse. This might mean that my words were of great importance to her. Stiana cleared her throat and began to sing an Alanwo ballad:

『It's time to pick this flower, because the severe winter is coming;

It's time to light this light, because the night is about to begin and the sun is no longer there;

It's time to sing this song, because we have to unite in the long night.

The Alanwo people blessed by God—

Let's join hands with your lover, relatives, and friends.

Go to the Midnight Temple to worship.

How hard is the frost moon alone!

The Alanwo people blessed by God—

Let's say goodbye to pain, hunger, and sadness forever.

As long as we open our hearts.

The torches and bells are still there,

Please don't walk away alone at night."

The boat slowly drifted along the city wall. They had heard the bells of Kamaria and the laughter faintly through the high walls. The glimmer of the moon capital was even full of warmth, and there was the illusion that the wind and snow stopped. I had to avoid these things? I knew that my destination was only silence, so why not feel the civilized world again before leaving? Parsul was shaken.

"The warm song is full of wonderful exotic style." She said with a smile, "No one has mentioned it? You even have the local accent of the elf, Anna."

"I learned it from Anes." Stiana happily shook her hair. "She also praised me for learning quickly and well. But if I asked me, this is not a talent. I have the foundation of magical writing, so I can understand it."

In any case, Parsul thought to himself that your language skills are beyond the reach of someone. It is okay in the north of Alanwo, but the more you go south, the more you use the elves used by the moon elves. When they are written on stones, it may look the same, but it is another matter to say it. This is a complex and difficult language mixed with many syllables passed down from the divine text and is pronounced strangely. Among the elves of Alanwo, the gentlest words are also colder than the north.

The environment determines the personality and folk customs of the ethnic group. Alanwo will not repeat my mistakes. Parsul thought. These elves who are grown up in the cold and dark land are resilient. I hope their bones are hard enough to make the emperor of Aurenia have many headaches for several years. Even for this, it is worth it.

A sloping low bridge crossed the river, its edges engulfed by waves. Beside the silent stone wall, the black stone seemed to hold a spear in his hand and pointed to the opposite shore covered by the moonlight. When Parsul looked at them, he felt a chill again.

This time it was not an illusion. The Silver Song Knight pulled back the oars and picked up his weapon: "Someone is coming."

The boat stopped moving forward, and the waves made it spin in the middle of the river, as if there were vortexes hidden underwater. Stiana let out a slight hum, showing discomfort, but Parsul had no time to care about what was wrong with her.

"This ghost place is as cold as hell." said someone, "You don't even go into the city?"

"Don't say you've been to hell." The knight never made time for nonsense alone. When the words started, a series of sharp ice crystals had flew to the other side. The visitor jumped forward and landed on the edge of the bridge.

The pointed cone rubbed over the top of the sculpture's head and stuck on Kamaria's wall, shattering into snowflakes in a blink of an eye. But her body was not as hard as the wall. Parsul took off the wooden bow and aimed at the enemy. This was the first person she knew among the pursuers, but she would not hesitate when she was singing the other party.

"You crossed the line," Stiana said coldly.

"Cross the line? Then how do they count? The criminals of the Silver Song Knight and Saint Valoran should be alert to Alanwo."

"What are you doing here?"

"Maybe it was to declare war on the moon elves." The female messenger Du Yilin replied. She dressed very much like the locals, but the snowflakes and moonlight kept their distance from her. "You testify for me, the Knight of Silver Song. But you came too early, and His Majesty the Emperor has not given the order yet."

The female messenger had to move to the side, and a magic sword whizzed past. "He is not your Silver Song Knight, nor is he a witness." Parsul spoke.

Du Yilin didn't look at her. "Your luggage is talking, put her where you should."

Joey's backhand was a sword, forcing the tower messenger to retreat sideways and into the corner. "Don't teach me how to do things, bitch."

"To be honest, I don't have that kung fu, and there is a nobler mission that I need to complete." Du Yilin glanced at him proudly. "This is just a reminder, for Lord Sterling's sake. But I will change the reminder method, depending on your next behavior." She dodged the sword light again, stretched out her right hand, and the ring on her finger flickered. "Stiana Synesbury's life is your only chance to offset your mistakes. Grab her."

"Grain Trap"

Unexpectedly, Du Yilin came for Stiana. Parsul suddenly realized that the tower messenger was not Aurenia's pursuer. But now they were indeed on the same boat, and it seemed meaningless to distinguish the enemy.

She suddenly felt a little depressed, as if she was wearing a cotton coat and fell into the river. Her hands and feet were so heavy that she could not support her movements. The boat was not spared, and Parsul's feet kept shaking, and her dizziness almost made her fall. But the result was a sound of a bowstring, and the arrow flew across the river and pierced on the forehead of the stone statue.

No one expected this. Du Yilin's face seemed to change slightly, and the mysterious sluggishness proved Parsul's judgment.

"The magic of the astrologer." She quickly pointed out, "The gravity effect is about four to six times, and the diameter of the position ranges from about twenty yards."

"What did you do?" the female messenger frowned. The trajectory of the arrow was not affected at all, as if there was no gravity.

The tower messenger may not know every forest spell. Parsul did not find any trace of the other party before, and thought he was targeted. "This is Heather's protection."

"Immune the other party's magic?"

"Wood products only." Otherwise, she would have covered everyone's effects long ago.

"It's normal to go the other side," said Joey. "The caster is not affected."

"If you can't fly, you can't get through."

"Not necessarily." Stiana breathed a long sigh, and her breath condensed into a mist. "It's just a ten yards to take off, it's just a small problem for me."

When she was in Mortus, Parsul never realized the danger of the tower messenger. Something was wrong. She remembered the chair in the basement. Duilling volunteered to participate in the experiment of the wizard Sterling, and it was impossible to simply gain favor. "I'll fix the ship, you go there together." The Knight retreated. He was not willing to join forces with Stiana? "Joey?"

"You put the bow down first."

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Chapter completed!