87_87643The last leg of the journey requires walking.

It was impossible for the Paladins to take Morrill and the others to the Temple of Splendor in the Coastal District, after all, the Church of Splendor and the Knights of Morning Light were not the official law enforcement agencies of Deep Streamers.

Morrill looked at the stone staircase as wide as the street in front of him. The sturdy and tall buildings are scattered and shrouded in the night, as if they merge with the dark mountains of Deep Stream City. Compared to the other areas of Deepstream, this is a little less bustling and noisy, and a little more solemn and majestic - this is the center of Deepstream, the Castle District.

Most of the knights had already left the group and returned to the Order, and now the soldiers of Deep River had disbanded their ranks and returned to their barracks. After saluting the three paladins, they left in small groups of five or six people, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the building.

Now there are only three female paladins left, two red-robed mages, and one constructed body without any consciousness of constructing the body.

Ever since Cani got out of the carriage, Fiona couldn't help but glance sideways at the female several times, and it was entirely with good self-control that she still maintained a cold expression.

Bastard! Carney's cheeks hurt so badly that she didn't dare raise her hand to touch them, they must have been bruised and bruised, swollen and tall - a female Confucian had never been so ashamed!

"Please, Miss Morrill. Jane tilted her head slightly and walked up first.

There were few people on the way except for the patrolling guards, and the way up the stairs seemed as far away as the long night at this moment—I don't know when it would be the end.

It wasn't until she moved into the guest room in the wing of the lord's office that Kani hurriedly pulled out the mirror and the staff for treating minor injuries. Morrill stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room. Quietly looking at the night scene outside. The large metal window, presumably made of dwarven or Confucian craftsmanship, had a good view, and from here, the occasional starlit night sky and the vast and mysterious buildings of Deep Flow City were unobstructed, intermingling and extending out to the faint middle and horizontal walls in the distance.

The feeling of stepping barefoot on the carpet is very comfortable, and the fatigue accumulated from the intense horror of the first half of the night is gradually released in such a comfortable environment. Morriel rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that both mentally and physically were sore, and it should be a good choice to take a shower.

"Moriel, what are you kidding? We're in the hands of those bastard paladin bitches now!" Karney pressed her healing staff to her cheek. The soft magic touched the bruises on her face, smoothing the bruises and dissipating the pain.

"Because we're in the hands of the paladins, we don't have to worry about the water in the bath being poisonous or boiling suddenly. Morriel spread his hair and let the silver waterfall fall fall over his shoulders: "Also, if I were you, I wouldn't erase all the scars, because maybe he'll push harder next time." ”

"Any powder?"

"Powder?...... No. ”

"Is there a young lady?"

"Miss?...... No. ”

"Dare to open a hotel without anything?"

“...... Mr. This is a superior room in the lord's office, which is used to entertain people who have made great contributions to Deep Stream City or legendary heroes, and it is not an inn. ”

As Morriel turned from the hallway to the large living room, he saw the ground like this. The calm waiter was already glaring at Forty-Seven—he was leaning back on a sofa made of snow-animal skins, his feet resting unscrupulously on the precious hardwood coffee table, killing time with all sorts of non-trivial demands and inexplicable nonsense.

"Ignore him. Morriel's languid demeanor at the moment made even the alcohol-trained waiter slightly distracted, but Forty-Seven was concentrating on an unopened bottle of red wine, trying to open it less violently.

"Where's the bathroom?" though I didn't know why Forty-Seven was making such a fuss in the port area. But Morriel thought about it and felt that it was not too late to talk about it later.

The waiter was obviously also very happy to find a reason to leave this strange metal-skinned fellow. He bowed slightly: "On the first floor." Please come with me, Miss Morriel. ”

Forty-seven finally pulled the cork out.

"One went to take a shower. Two also went to take a bath. He shook the cork pinned to his index finger: "I am the one who crawled out of the dung pit, why didn't anyone ask me if I wanted to take a bath?"

Moriel's first feeling when he stepped into the bath was cold. The cold, biting groundwater overflowed the bathtub and scattered on the smooth stone, and when you stepped on it, the chill crept up the soles of your feet—causing Morriel to frown slightly.

And under the surging stone spout like a small waterfall. The girl who was kneeling in the bath in only a single dress sensed someone coming in and looked back in surprise.

"Is that you?" Morriel recognized Milia, who was trembling slightly under the cold water.

"The attendant didn't tell me that I had anyone else in the bath. After a moment's pause, Morriel walked over as if nothing had happened.

On the contrary, Milia was slightly flustered: "...... I'm done. Miss Morrill. I'll help you adjust the hot water......"

"I'll do it. Morriel turned the elaborate statue by the pool to open the drain, and at the same time raised his hand to remotely close the cold water spout with a simple mage's hand, and then gave the command to let the steaming hot spring in—a familiar thing to her, as the entire bath was almost exactly the same structure and style she had used to in the Red Robe Mage Society, and Morriel even suspected that the project had been built by the Red Mage in the first place.

"Since we're here, let's be together. Although cold baths are said to be good for health...... But I don't think it will help in any way to relieve fatigue. Morriel stretched out his feet to test the temperature of the water, it was close to the right time, and the red-robed mage had always had a unique way of extravagant pleasures: "Without proper rest, how can you have energy tomorrow?"

Milia hesitated, but in the end she stayed.

Moriel slowly dipped into the hot spring water, along with the intricate and strange beauty of the patterns on his body. She smiled and looked at Milia as if the two of them were just aristocratic ladies who had come to the hot springs together.

The red-robed mage was the master of Forty-Seven?Milia was a little uncomfortable with Moriel's gaze, but she still took off her clothes and entered the pool.

Miria was no longer the paladin who had just followed the Frey caravan out of the hustle and bustle of the desert. In the Sleeping Forest. She lost something...... Got something too. Especially after coming to Deep Stream City, she consciously faced some things with her heart that she always used to face with a sword

At the same time, she had to face the growing intensity of the trial journey, and she had devoted most of the first twenty years of her life to the insistence on order and purity, but in the end she was somewhat desperate to realize that in order to protect justice, she must also compromise with the darkness - justice and mercy were often contradictory, and even though she prayed day and night, she felt more and more as if she was turning from undoubted devotion to seeking a mutually acceptable deal.

She didn't know how long it took Anton to find a balance in this contradiction. The old paladin once said to her, "It is not only evil itself that harms innocent people. Always remember that when a young man was drafted by decree to become a militia and die fighting against a tribe of orcs who were just passing by the castle, there was only one more name on the monument. And his mother lost a world ......"

So are order and goodness opposites? Anton did not give an answer to this.

It's up to her to find it herself.

And the constructor named Forty-Seven gave her another answer very straightforwardly with his actions: power is one qiē, and the rest is ridiculous!

How could she accept that? But she couldn't refute it. If she had the strength, she could wipe out Forty-Seven in the Tumble Desert without being at a loss, and if she had the strength, she could save Anton by banishing the Flame Monarch in the Hell Gate Fort...... Through her covert observation of Forty-Seven after the reunion, she realizes that he may be being unwavering in his views, and that it has been very effective.

So if the Brilliant Church's inaccurate information is correct, and this female mage from Argus is really the master of the Forty-Seven Lands, how will she wield this sword of destruction? According to Teacher Anton's opinion. Forty-seven itself does not matter whether it is good or evil...... So she had to face this female red-robed mage called Moriel. It would be terrible if she was really the same as the red robe Milia had seen before—how could she stop it?

Morriel didn't know what Milia was thinking, she couldn't have reached the point of penetrating people's hearts. But she could vaguely feel Milia's attitude towards her, a subtle respect, with an equally imperceptible hostility. Morrill thinks it has something to do with Forty-Seven.

"Do you know Forty-Seven?" Morrill struck first, and from the brief encounter in the stronghold, it was clear that this female paladin about the same age as Fiona was not as vulnerable as Fiona, and had to keep pushing to do it.

"It's the ground. At the time of the Sleeping Forest. He is our companion, and together we fought against the Flame Monarch from the Abyss. Milia slightly accentuated the pronunciation of the word "partner", if the female mage thought that forty-seven was just a general constructing tool. So it would be a reminder: "He didn't tell you?"

"Oh?" Moriel sank down a little comfortably, the silky slope of the pool was perfect for lying on, but unfortunately she didn't have the magic to memorize the flow of water, otherwise the feeling of being supported by the water mat would be like being in the clouds: "You were there at that time? I didn't notice." Maybe he thinks useless information that is not valuable and not worth reporting?"

This sentence succeeded in infuriating Milia: "Perhaps he didn't think it was necessary to tell him everything, to a woman who didn't actually care about him." ”

"Huh. Morriel was amused: "Girl, you sound like a resentful woman. ”

She rolled her eyes: "I forgot to bring wine...... Drinking a cup while bathing will boost blood circulation. I should have asked Forty-Seven to bring in some red wine. Girl, what would you like to drink?

"What? let Forty-Seven bring wine here?" Milia winced.

"yes," Morriel reassured, "is it necessary to be shy? ”

"For you. Miria sat up straight with a determined expression: "And I will thank him - just clear water." ”

Morrill smiled. After a moment, she closed her eyes comfortably. Let the long hair float in the water like silver threads: "Maybe next time." I don't have the magic to memorize telecommunications. Looks like it's going to cool down tomorrow...... But it should be a good day. ”

Milia felt a little weak.

"Yes, tomorrow will be good weather...... There will also be an impartial investigation. ”

The red fire in the eyes of forty-seven flickered and flickered. Looks a little weird. When his gaze had cleared a little, he turned his head from side to side and looked at the hourglass—it was already the middle of the night.

"Why does it take that long...... It's not a fish. He stretched out personically and grumbled to himself.

The next morning.

The temperature really dropped a lot, and even people's exhalation brought a little white fog drifting away. This is the first time in many years that Deep Stream has seen such a large early cooling—after all, it's only autumn.

However, inside the crystal tower on the corner of the peak of Deep Stream, Xinbu is still wearing her shabby mage robes, and Lyra is only a thin loungewear, the magic of the crystal tower keeps out the cold current outside, making the interior warm like spring.

"Sister...... What do you think?" Shinbu was referring to the odd-shaped structure on the large basalt table in the middle of the real yàn room.

It had a centipede-like chain-toothed tail and four terrifying sharp claws, as well as sharp fangs that cragged all over its body—and a lot of dried blood clots stuck to it. This steel monster looks like a monster created by a dog or a wolf mixed with an abyssal demon. There was a scorch mark on the dull torso that almost broke through the entire body, a bit like a sword wound.

"It's hard to say. Leila shook her head slightly, "I've never seen a construct like this anywhere, anywhere near any mage. According to the soldiers who had taken part in the purge last night, it was more powerful than ever before - if Miss Chloe had not gone with her, there was no telling how many casualties would have been taken. After the wreckage was here, Dale and I studied it all night. This construct is too complicated, both in terms of the choice of materials and the enchantment of spells, it is too complicated, and it stands to reason that this kind of stacking will not get good results. On the contrary, it will be half the effort because of mutual interference...... Unless ......"

"Unless the archmages of Argus have figured out how to unify the energies of the different layers of the magic web. Xinbu reached out and stroked the blade-like claws of the construct, the terrifying claws that glittered under the magic*** looked as if they were about to burst out and tear people apart at any moment: "If that's really the case...... I have to say that the collapse of the Council of Archus Mages is a shame. ”

Lyra wasn't surprised to hear Hembo say this, and it seemed that she did too

"But Dale Ruo believes that there is no spell that can directly extract the power of the magic origin as a power for a long time and steadily. The origin of magic is one of the original forces of the multiverse, and any attempt to control it will only result in complete destruction...... And the red-robed mage from Argus was too young. According to you, she should have only just come into contact with the ninth ring of the magic web, and she couldn't have such power. ”

"But what about what happened in the port area last night?" Shinbu shook his head, "It's a pity I lost that strange metal female warrior." I'm sure though. The momentary distortion of the magic net in the port area definitely has something to do with her...... Now the question is, if the metal warrior is fighting underground, who is she fighting? Is it the female red-robed mage who brought out the construct from Argus? This is very likely. If so, then we must re-evaluate and treat this female mage named Moriel, because in this way she has the greatest trump card in the game - from the ruins of battle. The power of the warring sides is enough to bulldoze half of Deep Stream City!"

A large oval mirror in the corner of the room suddenly flashed with a watery glow.

The magic gems on the Mithril frame sparkled sparkling as the mirrors began to ripple and blur, no longer reflecting the interior of the room. It was as if all of a sudden, from hard, smooth metal to a cloud of nothingness. A foot stepped out of the mirror, followed by the entire body of Archmage Deyr. Immediately following Daerruo was a silver-eyed female holy warrior, and her appearance was accompanied by a hint of coolness, as if it had brought the cold air of the outside world into this real room. The mirror behind them still swayed, gradually becoming solidified and clear—at first the mirror was a view of a strange room completely different from the real yàn room, and as Deir Ruo moved forward, the mirror surface flowed, and finally faithfully reflected Deerruo's back as he gradually moved away.

Leila smiled softly at him, "Hello, Jane Fonda Paladin. How's the investigation hearing going, my dear, about the red-robed female mage?"

The archmage shook his head helplessly: "The red-robed mage will soon win a big victory. Their leader, Morriel, has nothing to blame for either 'detecting evil' or 'detecting lies', and even I can't see anything out of the ordinary. She skilfully denied all charges, and there was no evidence of a massive drug deal between the Red Mage and the Church of Shirek last night, except for a few captured Sherics and a few inconsequential witnesses. Moreover, Hembo's friend, Miss Chloe, and the vice president of the Deepstreamed 'Jewel Shield' Chamber of Commerce, Freys, also came forward to testify, believing that Moriel's personal qualities were impeccable...... It is impossible for the Lords Alliance to see what will happen to the red-robed mage, this time it will only be thunder and rain, I just hope that this turmoil and the blow to the Shirek Church can make them also restrain a little. ”

Chloe really values her girlfriend. Xinbu pouted, "Where's the female mage's construct?

The archmage's expression was stern.

"I've discussed it with Jane, and I basically agree with you. Dale replied with a gesture - the large mirror in the corner silently slid through the room and came to the four of them, without even touching a beaker.

As the scenery in the mirror distorted, the strange-shaped buildings and twisted roads quickly disappeared in the mirror, as if it was flying in the sky and sweeping through the Deep Flow City, and finally the picture seemed to be thrown into a stone and now gradually regained the level of water, rippling and becoming clear, and finally focusing on the hearing venue of the lord's office.

"He didn't accompany the red-robed female mage to the hearing?" Xin Bu looked at the two in the mirror, "How could there be a paladin with him?"

"When he attends the hearing, the lords are either angry or killed. Jane spoke coldly, her eyes not knowing what she was looking at, maybe nothing: "With him is Milia, with whom she had been with during her trial trip to the Sleeping Forest some time ago. ”

"Oh?" Xinbu stroked his chin, "Then she knows a lot about him...... What do you think, Miss Jane?"

"Keep watching. We cannot make inappropriate choices because of momentary likes and dislikes or personal desires. Jane said, "Besides, we are likely to be dealing with a monster of unprecedented power. ”

Xinbu lightly touched the fangs of the strange structure beside him, and a thin silver-white flame flickered from his fingertips as it swammed through the steel wreckage, "In that case, I think I need to study this thing more closely. ”

Dalejo nodded.

"Honey, come to Hembo's aid. Jane, this way, I still have something to talk to you about. ”

After the two of them left the room, Xinbu raised his hand and gestured to his eyes.

"That Jane Fonda...... Her eyes seemed a little strange. ”

"Miss Jane is blind. Lyra's answer surprised Himbu, "But she makes up for it with her other senses, which are extremely acute...... Miss Jane is the daughter of the gods! just like you!"

Forty-seven's eyes shone red, as if he felt those few glances from some unknown void - but you have clairvoyance, and I have ears, which is kind of flat. Take your time, silly girls. It seems that someone mentioned the Iron Maiden in the sewers, which makes Forty-Seven quite excited. I hope you'll help me find her—you're mine, Kelly.

However, the silver-eyed witch turned out to be blind, which was indeed a bit unexpected by Forty-Seven, and I really didn't see it.

He turned his head to Milia, who was sitting not far away, somewhat melancholy.

“...... You've changed a lot. The paladin said so.

"yes, we're changing every minute. There was a suppressed joy in Forty-Seven's voice—cold, cruel