When the battle of Hanlu Villa came to an end, the restlessness and chaos under the night of Rusita were spreading and converging. The December square was crowded with people. The statue of Duke Durot stood in the middle of the square, sitting on his earth dragon straddling it. On the'Gu Huo', holding a long sword, the long sword'Cuckoo' pointed straight ahead.
Under the indifferent sight of this demon-killing knight stone statue, all the careerists and conspirators in the night of Rusita are about to move, as if a grand performance is making an opening speech, just waiting for the curtain to be slowly opened.
As if it were a comment on this, someone in the distance was preaching loudly, the harsh voice like two files, like a sharp metal ringing in the ear:
"The noble master must return to the world and save everything that has been cleansed from this dirt!"
In the poetry of the blue, in the epic of heroes, the angel Akroma with the holy sword beheaded the evil god Frederic, and then died with the Twilight Legion. After it fell, its blood flowed into a lake. It was only twelve centuries later. Someone retrieved her shield from the lake. Gilt, the King of Flames, established the city under this name. In the Cruz language family, Rusita represents the symbol of sacredness, justice, and victory.
The occultists declared that the empire was brutal and unspeakable. After a thousand years, Akroma will return to this land to punish the evil Queen.
This rumors of hidden heads and tails are groundless, but they are widely circulated under the Queen's rule. People seem to be hypnotized by themselves, and they believe in it.
Seti was mixed in the crowd, and the hot breath came from all directions, mixed with the smell of sweat and feces. Her hair was soaked and pressed tightly to her pale cheeks, but the girl didn't notice it, she just blinked. Looking at the center of the square.
Among the crowd, the occultists in thick, airtight robes are forming a circle, criss-crossing crimson patterns on the ground of the square in the center of their center circle, and the blood taken from the lamb is smeared in pitch black. On the stone of the thorns, like thorns growing from hell, quietly, exuding the breath of blood and blood.
But people didn't realize it, and there was a buzzing sound reverberating above the square, and the disciples were muttering words and praising a mysterious name.
"Akroma!"
"Akroma!"
A strong and suppressed breath spread, the crowd commotion, and then some people yelled as if going mad, and the fanatical breath quickly spread. The crowd seemed to be enchanted. Everyone raised their arms, sweaty and hoarse. Seti quickly separated from Al in the crowd, but she didn't realize this at all. She also raised her hands, blue. There seemed to be a scorching ring of fire reflected deep in the pupil.
Amidst the noise like the tide, she seemed to find a place of tranquility and comfort. She saw the archangel holding the holy sword stepping out of the white light. The angel waved the long sword in the direction of the imperial palace. The palace was immediately plunged into a sea of fire, and Seti seemed to see the evil empire sinking and burning under the sword, the nobles screamed sharply, and the Queen was crying and wailing in the flames.
She saw her brother who died in the war in the south, saw the abominable war, and saw all the people who made this pain-those in power she hated, even indifferent and numb. Of the people, they all turned into fly ashes in the flames.
When the whole world turned into a sea of flames, she couldn't help but stand in the flames and laugh.
"That's it, burn them to death!"
A voice echoed in her mind.
"Burn to death those damn rulers!"
"Burn to death those nobles who are full of fat intestines!"
"Burn to death those heretics!"
"Burn all this, this evil and dirty world!"
But the illusion soon passed away, and Seti saw someone pulling herself behind her back, "Al?" She regained her sanity, and when she looked back, she found that an occultist was standing behind her.
The whole body of the other party was shrouded under the thick black cloth, only one eye was shining, and the inside was shining with cold light.
For a moment, Seti almost thought she saw a poisonous snake—she took a step back subconsciously.
"The bishop is looking for you."
"The bishop is looking for me?" Seti stunned, and then remembered what Al had said to herself in the afternoon. She looked around, but did not find the trace of her lover: "What about Al?"
"You will find him, after the ceremony is over," the believer replied coldly.
Seti didn't dare to say more. She knew the consequences of violating the bishop's will, and she nodded silently, and followed the believer out of the crowd.
The two walked into a shop near the square one after another—it looked like a bakery. The outline of the oven could be seen in the darkened room, but several tables were overturned to the ground. , The ground was in a mess. Behind the overturned table stood several esotericists in the same costume, and the bishop was standing among a few people.
The bishop was a kind-looking old man. His wrinkled face seemed to be filled with kindly radiance. The sparse white hair was gathered on the bald forehead, and several age spots like dirt were hidden under the shadow.
Seeing Seti coming in, he nodded gently: "Setti, good evening."
"Good evening, Master Bishop." Seti looked a little uneasy.
"Don't be nervous, my child, I came to you to tell you something."
"Your Excellency?"
"We have just received news about this matter, because it is related to you. As a believer of God, I think you have the right to know." The old man squinted his eyes, and the blue-gray pupils flashed with inexplicable light.
Seti was stunned. He still didn't understand what could be related to him, and that he could even alarm the Bishop.
"Do you want to hear it?"
She nodded.
"It's about the murderer who killed your brother."
"What!?" The girl's eyes widened like a frightened cat, and her hair stood up. Her brother was drafted into the army because of the empire's war against the South. He died on a foreign land. The clergymen told her that the culprit of all this was the nobles who rushed to war because of greed. Treating those people as murderers, but now the bishop told her a different story.
"There is no secret in this, my child, but you should know that your brother died at the hands of the Eruin. Do you know who the Eruin was in charge of the war?"
Seti was stunned for a moment, then shook his head gently. Although she is not a country girl, she can’t know much about the war that took place thousands of miles away outside the empire. In fact, she doesn’t even know where the war took place. She just knows that her brother died there. In a war.
"That man is the earl of the Kingdom of Eruin, and his fief is in Tonigel."
"These greedy nobles again." Seti thought through gritted teeth.
The bishop sighed, and then continued: "My boy, what I want to tell you is that in these few days, you have seen each other more than once."
"W... What?" Seti was stunned.
"Those Eruins live in your hotel, do you remember."
"Yes... it's them."
The bishop nodded, confirming Seti's guess. Then he looked at Seti silently, and the girl seemed a little uneasy, frowning not knowing what she was thinking.
"What are you thinking, my child?"
"I, I don't know, Master Bishop, what should I do?"
"If you want revenge, there is nothing wrong with it, my child, but it is dangerous for you..."
"I'm not afraid of danger, Your Excellency," Seti replied with a trembling voice, "I... but I don't know what to do..."
"Do you want revenge?" The bishop's blue and gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.
Seti hesitated for a moment, but suddenly the image of her brother appeared in her heart and nodded firmly.
"But if you have any accidents, have you ever thought of your father on your bed, my child." Bishop Chunchunshan seduced.
"Ah... Alka will help me take care of my father..."
"Alka, I know this young man, he is your lover, right?"
Seti looked very gloomy, she lowered her head and nodded weakly.
The bishop's face was hidden in the shadow, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.
"You want revenge, it won't work against Earl Tonigel, my child," he slowly said, his voice low and hoarse, as if it contained magic power, a little bit to pry away the Pandora in Seti's mind. Box: "But you can target the people around him, just like he killed your relatives..."
"And this Lord Earl happened to have a fiancee with him..."
…
Seti didn't know how she got here from Rusita. She stumbled on the avenue for carriages, not far from the familiar woodland, and the riverside scenery shimmering in the moonlight. Old Kent’s hotel stood on the other side of the bridge, like a hazy shadow in the night.
The scenes on both sides of the road are common to her, but at this moment she feels extremely strange. There are countless pairs of malicious eyes hidden in the forest. They are unblinking, staring at her in the pores between the trees.
The sound of the night owl's screaming in the distance seemed a little illusory and murmured. Occasionally, the sound of flapping wings would be heard in the forest. It was the sound of these winged creatures catching voles in the forest.
These voices made her tremble, and she felt like an aimless lone soul wandering in this wilderness.
The inn in Old Kent is getting closer and closer, and the outline of this wooden and stone building gradually emerges from the darkness. The signs and window lattices immersed in the pitch black and silent, fade away a little bit of fuzzy colors, and gradually become clear in the moonlight.
But Seti got slower and slower.
She trembled and stretched out her hand to her arms, where there was a bottle. She held the bottle, and the cold touch of the ceramic made her heart beat suddenly.
As if holding her own destiny, she gasped gently.
The words of the bishop emerged from a muddy mind.
"You find a way to get that woman to drink this bottle of poison. You are the waitress in the hotel. There is always a way to make them submit. Old Kent will not be in his hotel tonight. This is your best opportunity."
"Look, it's not difficult or dangerous. Once you get revenge, the faithful will rescue you."
Don't know when it will start, Seti is fighting with his teeth and gurgling.
She only felt a mess in her mind. On the one hand, the guests staying at the Cat and Beard Inn these days, and on the other hand, her brother who died in Eruin, sometimes the image of Al appeared in her mind irresistibly. , The young man looked at her with his peculiar mocking look: "Aren't you trying to avenge your brother, Seti, what are you hesitating?"
"But doing so will cause problems for Uncle Kent."
"After tonight, the empire will cease to exist, and no one will embarrass old Kent."
"No, what about the Eruins?"
"Be frank, Seti, you are scared. Look at your pale face, trembling fingers, where did your courage go when you really faced your enemy?"
"No, I just..."
The two voices mingled in Seti's mind, like two saws, which made her suffer from a headache. She wanted to stop and take a breath, but the two'brothers' who followed her didn't give her this opportunity, and pushed her forward staggeringly, and said to her:
"Go, Seti, don't let the Bishop down, and don't let your brother down, we believe you can do it."
Seti did not dare to look back, she instinctively felt that she would encounter something terrible as long as she hesitated a little. The eyes of the two people looking at him reminded her of the wolf she had seen in Brukan when she was a child.
Cold and fierce.
She hesitated to come to the main entrance of the hotel, which was closed, but she knew that old Kent would usually put the key under the carpet in front of the door when she left home. She bent down tremblingly, trying to fumble for the brass key, but at this moment, a slightly curious voice came from behind the door.
"Who is out there?"
The sound was light and rhythmic, full of the jumping of notes, as if its owner had absorbed all the intense curiosity into it.
Seti froze, she recognized the voice, it was the merchant lady who was very talking.