When Parsul climbed down the treetops, the tearing feeling on his chest became stronger and stronger. It is said that when a woman is giving birth, she will choose to let someone cut her belly to save the baby. I didn’t expect that I had never been married or pregnant, but I could not avoid being divided into two days. Parsul moved while relying on funny imagination to fight the pain.

The dead horse's body slowly slid down the steep slope and scraped off the pine branches and leaves. It died quite simply, but its posture was similar to that of her former partner Luna, which made her eyes afraid to stay for too long. The dark red and nearly black blood mixed with mud and water formed a shallow pit and continued to spread in the snow.

Pogat's upper body was submerged, his thighs and knees were pressed under his mounts, so that the wound could not be seen from the side. But his wide eyes were no longer glorious, and it simply reflected the snow clover in front of him. He looked at her, silent, his beard covered with pink blood. Joey must have hurt his internal organs. This time it was far more serious than the oppression of the mount. Parsul thought with regret for the poor man who had sacrificed his life for his uninformed plot.

Her arrow failed to do the same. Rego covered his face and knelt in the snow, blood flowing through the gaps of his gloves. The injury on his shoulder was not fatal. Parsul had almost thought about it when he shot the arrow, but when he saw the Silver Song Knight wailing and moaning in front of him, a strong joy came to his heart. I could indeed win the battle.

But when the joy of revenge faded, she looked at his face carefully for the first time. This was the human face, the young face, most of which was covered with blood. Did he expect that he would have such a day when he rushed into the Cangzhi Forest with a spear and sword? Ignorance and stupid guys, you are not invincible. Parsul wanted to laugh and mock each other loudly, but she didn't realize that she was actually smiling until Joey turned her head away.

"It's so interesting?" her knight asked.

"The end is right in front of us, Joey. Our road is no longer hindered."

Joey turned his head. The tip of his shoe was less than two inches from Bogart's elbow and was gradually soaked in blood. The Knight looked at it blankly, and the sweat was frozen.

"They are not my companions."

"Nature. You belong to me."

"In the beginning," Joey whispered, "I don't belong to anyone before I join them."

"We belong to each other, Joey."

The Knight seemed to have never heard of it. "It's not someone's fault that they don't recognize me." Rego was only one step away from him, and he lowered his head to observe the other party's miserable situation. "I don't need anyone to recognize me. I know who I am."

"I understand." Parsul's chest stinged again. She was tired. "Go with me, Joey. Stay with me. Let me share your pain, just like before." It won't hurt anyway. "It's okay."

"He was in pain, too. Look."

Parsul saw Rego's eyes. The Silver Song Knight was still struggling to death, not knowing that if Joey didn't take action, he would have no worries about his life. He was afraid of death and was panicked by blindness. According to common sense, he would die under Joey's hands, and Parsul was unwilling to do it himself.

"I always thought the Silver Song Knight was more resistant to pain," she said.

"Not about death. We are living people after all."

"Life is the most precious gift given to us by Gods, Joey. He gives gifts and guidance. We must follow Him."

"Even if life is exchanged for life?"

"It is fair and just to exchange for our most precious things. If you want to survive, it means their death. This is the world. There is no other choice." She leaned on the tree stump to rest, and the sting gradually sootheed. "Or do you think you have something more precious than life?"

The Knight did not answer.

"Maybe you've ever got it, but you gave it up." Parsul smiled, "because you can only choose one. It's not good, but there's no way."

The snowflakes gradually stopped. Joey stood up, dragged his foot to Pogat's body, and pulled out Rego's sword. Parsul vaguely realized what he was going to do.

Come on, she thought to herself, what would you choose this time?

In an instant, she seemed to return to the side of the plank road in Holly Canyon, leading her people to wait for the enemy's slaughter. All joy disappeared without a trace. Revenge is not worthy of happiness, it is my responsibility. But Parsul couldn't stop smiling. If he gave me a sword, I wouldn't be surprised. This is his responsibility. We have been free for too long and almost forgot the colors left to us by the past.

"Remember your argument with Anna?" Parsul tilted his head, "for Du Yilin."

Joey didn't respond. He didn't seem to hear it, but she watched him walk towards Rego. Blood was like a spring, and he was indifferent to the Knights. I won again.

His enemies were different. "Please." Rego moaned. He swung his legs and kicked the snowflakes. "I can't see!" he wailed.

"Sterling asked you?" Joey asked.

"He...the wizard...it's him...no! His Majesty ordered us to come to you."

"I'm asking you, not you."

"I just want to..." Rego wailed like a little girl. It's not his fault. People have no dignity in the face of death. "...I just want to make meritorious service... I atone for my sins and go back to Marandino."

"Through that madman Bernard? You've found the right person."

"I follow the orders! The Knights of the Cult need to protect the Mercury Church. This is the rule... it is not my fault." Joey raised the other party's cloak and turned him over from the snow mud. Blood-red frost peeled off his face. Rego finally saw the light, but looked up but met the blue eyes of the Asian man. "It's you!" He opened his mouth and screamed, and couldn't help but shrink in pain. "You have violated the rules, Joey. You are not a real Knight."

"I didn't think..." Joyton stopped. He glanced at Bogart's body. He didn't think about anything? Parsul was curious about his following. "It was an accident." He let go of his hand, but did not stay away. "I have a more decent way."

Rego stared at him resentfully. "Come on me? Go to hell! You bastard." He trembled and wiped off the blood from his face. "Do you think I hate you for killing Pogat? Do you think I'm willing to come to this haunted place to find you?"

"You come to Parsur."

"It's not that I want to come. What should I do for her? Use her as a bitch like you, and then create more troublesome bastards?" Rego spits out the mud in his mouth, "It's Bernard Sterling. Our Prime Minister is in urgent need of this woman. I can't say what he wants to do."

Unexpectedly, there was something wrong with me. Parsul pricked up his ears and captured the sound.

"You know enough," Joey replied. Of course he knew the wizard's behavior.

Parsul judged part of it from his reaction, and then relied on his own knowledge to complete the gaps. Mysteries were related to each other. She came up with a guess, but she dared not make a conclusion. The wizard Bernard was not a pioneer in exploring the second career path. Many mysterious creatures had tried to achieve it long before he was born. As a result, they all suffered failures without exception.

The fire originates from the soul and is the first step to get rid of ignorance. The act of splitting it is not to blame for splitting the souls of the living person in half. What you can do in this way will not be two souls. As far as Parsul knows, only elemental life can barely bear it - but that is more like rebirth than the proliferation of the body.

But Parsul also knew the secret of truly being able to bear the dual profession. When she was in Cangzhi Forest, she did not dare to discuss related issues with anyone, but in Alanwo...

The association here is almost unpredictable and walked into the palace, she thought to herself. If something really happened one day, no one would be surprised by it.

...

The body of his companion was right in front of him, but Rego was not afraid. After regaining his vision, he was full of anger than considering life and death, and just wanted to vent his feelings. Even the Saint of Cang, who had been distracting, had never seen him.

"It's not fair." He squeezed out his voice from his teeth. "Why? I just want the answer."

The bastard didn't understand: "What does it mean?"

"You are different, so different." Rego gasped and moved backwards, "Sterling and you... I have experienced it myself by-products of your experiment. Is this why you can become the Silver Song Knight? By witchcraft tricks?"

"It seems you're more fascinated by this trick," Joey pointed out.

He felt a little ashamed. "I did not violate any code, this is a reasonable way of exercise." The more I said it, the more I became, the more I couldn't explain it, and the pain interfered with my thinking. "What qualifications do you have to blame me? You have defiled the flag of the Silver Song Knight, and you are not worthy of being with us."

"It seems like it's so honorable." The opponent's eyes seemed to have a little smile. He pinched the arrow shaft and twisted it hard. Rego screamed sharply, shaking the snowflakes piled up on the top of the tree.

In the pain, the world blurred again. Rego only hoped that he would faint. "I wanted to kill you long ago, little idiot." The man let go of his fingers, "I heard that your father is the lord? Villonka's fellow countryman?" Blood slid down his collar. "Is this true?"

No one could understand his feelings. In an instant, the fear in Rego's heart covered the pain of his body: "How...? Do you know...?"

Rego opened his eyes wide, hoping to see through the other person's thoughts. However, there was no mockery or mercy in those blue eyes, only cruelty. He discovered it, but how could it be? Rego didn't remember that he had promoted his background. It was not worth showing off... He tried his best to hide it... Now he was uttered by an inconspicuous bastard. Even so, he still thought I knew too much!

Joey squatted down and pulled off his cloak. "With the armor inside, don't you be afraid of the cheese falling out?" He pointed to the emblem of Rego. It was a round shield missing a corner, undoubtedly an emblem that symbolized extraordinary status. "Aristocratic surname? I don't remember how to pronounce those strings of characters."

"It's obviously not my problem." Rego hissed uneasy.

"The nobles rely on tongue twisters to show their status, distinguish between the superiors and the superiors. The superiors have privileges in their territory. This is not new." The damn bastard has no expression on his face. "But privileges also have limits. Whether your idiot father exercises his first night power or a bitch delivers himself to his door, there is a condition that needs to be followed."

Rego couldn't speak. He shuddered, and the anger in his heart was now completely extinguished, with no thought left. He felt naked and his face was ruined, but the other party still did not let go of the last bit of shame.

"The condition is that he is not married."

Joey raised his collar and the pain spread. "To be honest, does the church of Aurenia allow people to make babies outside of marriage?"

The answer is no. Rego thought. My birth violated the laws of the Mercury Church, so how could I claim that my actions followed the rules? Those ridiculous excuses should have comforted him, but after all, he was no different from Joey. Every time Rego saw these eyes, he would think of a missing corner on the round shield.

Turn the good shield into cheese.

...

"Give me some pleasure." Parsul heard Rego say, his voice miserable and frustrated. "Joey."

"Don't teach me what to do." Her knight sneered, "If you are in a hurry to reincarnate, just give yourself a knife."

"Good advice." Rego obviously didn't realize the potential meaning of Joey's words. Under the Knight's sharp mockery, he almost lost his mind. "But if I could raise my hand, the first knife belongs to you."

Joey ignored him, and the footsteps gradually approached. Parsul opened his eyes and told him the brief dream he had: "I saw the sun rise from the sea, Joey. There was warm sunlight everywhere."

The Knight frowned. "There is no sun here, and the moonlight is barely enough. What do you want to do?"

"Just sigh." Parsul forgot the meaningless hope. "What's wrong with Rego?" she asked knowingly, "Do you want to deal with the body or leave it to Nediya? The latter is good for Stiana."

“…He is not dead.”

Who said that he would not be lenient? "I don't think this can comfort you. Even if I come to see him, Pogat is worth living more than him." Parsul said, "There is no way, what you are like, what others will look like."

They looked at each other with anger.

Parsul stretched out a hand and the knight grabbed it. The gift of the forest began to repair the wound. The time was too short and the injury was too severe. She could not completely heal her, so she could only recover a little. Maybe I should stay in the evening curtain for a few more days.

"I want to ask Sterling's experiment, you can go it yourself."

It seems that he is still conscious of his level of mysticism. "I'm very tired. Besides, what if I ask? The end is not far away." Parsul heard Heather's voice, and even in the snow, the guidance was as always, even stronger. Even when she evacuated, she subconsciously fled there. "Let's keep moving forward. Let him stay here, if you want."

"He doesn't want to." Rego coughed, "Please, Joey. Do you want me to be the first Silver Song Knight to be captured by Alanwo?"

"This is the territory of Chuyuan Society."

"What's the difference?" He couldn't accept it. "What's more, how long will I have to wait? They may not come. It's too cold here!"

"Cold is good for you," Parsul told the original jailer, "Cold can paralyze the wound and freeze the blood. You will gradually realize that pain is just an illusion." She easily snatched his dagger, then cut off her sweater and leather armor, and found a gospel from her chest pocket. Now, Nediya can't find you. "Let's go back first." This is what Joey said.

The Knight did not ask why. He stepped over Bogat's body and walked towards the way he came. Parsul tried his best to keep up with him and left Rhego to his companions.

...

This tower is not prominent in Kamaria, but Uriel can feel the strange fires distributed around it. The nameless, or the origin. These mysterious creatures who claim to be gifted set up their base camp here, and they don't seem to worry about the clearance of the Moon Elf. Perhaps this is not worthy of surprise during the ancestors. Since that is the case, he does not have to hide.

It was not a stranger who received him. "Aness?"

"It's you, the missionary Uriel." The water fairy also remembered him. "I didn't expect that I could see you."

"I'll find someone."

"What else can I do?" She smiled softly, "Come with me. You are also a member of the gift." Uriel climbed her up the spiral ladder, passed by two mysterious people dressed in witches, and came straight outside a north-facing room. "The president is waiting for you."
To be continued...