The night is getting darker and Lansada is going back to rest.
The good-smelling air contains the vitality of spring, which seems to indicate that something is about to happen.
The further Desai walked, the more impulsive he felt. It wouldn't be long before he had to leave the garden. He felt that if he didn't do something, he would miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Suddenly, Lanzada held his wrist and pushed him into a field of roses.
Before Desai could cheer that there was such a good thing, Lanzada covered his mouth:
"Shh, keep it down. I have a strange feeling."
They looked out cautiously and saw Neferti appearing in the garden. She did not change out of her ball attire and seemed to be looking for something, her footsteps hurried.
"Naira, I know you are here!" the girl said, "come out quickly."
Naira? This!
Desai and Lanzada turned pale. They had personally experienced the battle of the raid on Odessa, and they all knew that this terrible Hand of God was a powerful enemy that even the captain found difficult. If they encountered it, they would definitely be doomed.
Lanzada felt an indescribable aura lingering dozens of meters away. She held the echo crystal tightly, determined to risk her life to deliver this crucial message.
However, the echo signal was filled with indescribable noise, and the chaotic spiritual energy had cast an impenetrable barrier here, making it impossible to send the call for help. The air that was fresh and pleasant a moment ago became dull, dead, with withered grass and trees, low and low
fell to the ground.
In the flowery garden, a melancholy, extremely desolate and desolate place appeared. On the lifeless yellow sand, a ball of black mud surged, spraying mud like spring water emerging from the surface.
Something is about to come out of there.
Lanzada and Desai were desperate. They could not call for help, their spirituality was greatly suppressed, and they were frightened by the coming presence and could not move. They hid under a low wall, shivering.
A silver-haired boy stood up from the dark and eerie black mud. His skin was pale, and his empty eyes were like holes in the rocks. Then, the bright red light shone in these eyes, which turned out to be even brighter than before.
Horrible.
Naila came here and seemed not to notice Lanzada and the others who were hiding. He waded through the black mud, and a suit of clothes condensed on his body. His aura was strong, but he seemed to be carrying an entire burden, and his behavior was mechanical and simple.
, came not far away from my sister like a puppet.
Neferti immediately rushed to hug him.
"Stop, just stand there," Naila raised her hand to stop her and said coldly, "Also, don't go to the spring camping, stay away from Verona."
"Why?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Naila said coldly. He looked around as if he was searching for something, but found nothing. Then he began to concentrate.
Lansada noticed that the invisible spiritual thread flew out of Naira at this moment and entered Neferti's body, connecting them. Every second, the stiffness, coldness and sluggishness in Naira's body weakened a little.
, the burden is reduced and becomes full of vitality.
There is some kind of mystical connection between the brother and sister. Naila is transferring the negative state from him. Could it be that he has suffered some kind of harm and has to rely on his sister to share it...
Naila's condition doesn't seem optimistic... He was originally just a trainee wizard at Sequence 9, about the same age as me, and was blessed by the unspeakable ancient god to become the Hand of God. His power is likely to be incomplete, and he may not even be aware of it.
To me and Desai's existence.
Lanzada was confused and curious. She could feel the strange connection between the brother and sister, but she couldn't explain it clearly. She looked at Desai beside her, wanting to ask for help, but unfortunately found that the slow armored cavalry's face was full of confusion and confusion.
Neferti also didn't notice anything unusual. Her body accepted Naira's strangeness without reservation, and her mind was focused on her brother whom she hadn't seen for a long time:
“In every dream I have, I see you, I feel you. Naira, your connection with me transcends distance. Near or far, wherever you are, I feel you.
of sadness.”
"Sad? Haha~" Naila glanced at her sister, "Do you know what sadness is?"
"Of course I know!" With tears in her eyes, the girl rushed to hug him, "Our memories have been connected since the moment we were born.
"When my heart is with you, I can feel warmth, authenticity and innocence."
Naila waved her hand and knocked the girl to the ground, and said with an expression of disgust and nausea like looking at a corpse:
"What are you talking about!
"Warmth? Reality?
"Abominable puppet, don't you know how fake you are? Enough, I've had enough, don't talk to me with this voice, don't think this skin can make me surrender.
"Stay away from me, monster. Don't try to control me with false dolls! I made a mistake. I was too weak in the past. I violated taboos and deserved such punishment. But I will soon take over other gods.
With the power of your hand, we can fulfill our contract. When that time comes, you will never fool me again."
"What did you say..." Neferti was stunned.
Naila stopped paying attention to her sister, walked back into the deep pool of black mud, and disappeared without a trace. He left in a hurry, as if he couldn't bear to stay for another second.
Lda watched the whole process with horror.
"False, fake? What are you talking about? Maybe the captain knows what is going on."
Lanzada pondered for a while and then said to his companion: "Desai, you monitor secretly and escort Neferti back."
"And you?"
"I'm going to find the captain now!"
…
Before the party was over, Griffith had finished listening to Lansada's report. He thought for a while, took out a pen and paper, and drafted a letter of introduction:
"Lansada, before going to Verona, I need you to go to Odessa to investigate. There is Count Larmore's legion there. You must always be under their protection and don't be careless."
"Yes, Commander," the novice nun replied, "What do I need to investigate?"
"My professor told me to look for criminals among those who can profit from crimes, and to look for the flow of benefits at the source of the incident. How did Naira advance from a trainee wizard to the Hand of God?
"I urgently need to know what happened to Naira and those around him after that day when I defeated the Odessa people in the square last autumn.
"I have a feeling that soon, I will face him again."
Griffith paused briefly and said as if muttering to himself, "I would also like to ask Lord Salorian for his opinion."
After watching Lanzada leave, Griffith had no interest in returning to the dance floor. He couldn't wait to meet his mentor. Naira dared to come to Homemonworth to issue a warning, which meant that the agent of the gods had returned from the lost world.
Returning from the ruins, after a short silence, he is about to return to the battlefield.
The battlefield of the first battle was Verona.
"Brother -" Saya came to the brooding Griffith and patted him, "Who was the girl just now? Her eyes are so beautiful~"
"emmm..."
"You obviously have so many to choose from, why do you stick to the elf girl?" Saya asked softly, "Compared to the elves who are addicted to magic and are as unstable as bombs, it is obvious that a human girl is better
Wow! I heard that this group of pointy-eared people even plotted to kill you, for fear that you would ruin their good deeds! It’s so bad!
"As a rational human being, you should also recognize the reality. How wonderful Sonia!"
Griffith was stunned for a while before he realized: "Garadia is different from her people. And there are also many elves who are my friends."
After hearing this, Saya put her hands behind her back and walked around her brother:
"There are elves who rebel against Canaan, but there is no Canaan who rebels against Canaan.
"You can't misjudge the overall direction of Canaan's actions just because you and the elf sister are close. They live in the Kingdom of God on earth and consider themselves to be higher than human life forms, so their actions must be in line with their own interests."
Griffith did not object.
"You are right. You read it from Roland's book, right?"
"Well," Saya nodded honestly, "He is a very dangerous person, but I think he is right. Canaan is different from us after all."
"I have also read his book," Griffith said as he took his sister away from the dance, "but there is another sentence at the end -
"As long as there are enough elves who betray Canaan, Canaan will also betray Canaan. Quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes. The way to recognize and understand this phenomenon is what Roland calls the materialist dialectics."
"But, is it possible to let the elves of Canaan betray you?"
"Last fall, I experienced something that helped me understand Roland's thoughts. He seemed to have believed from the beginning that I would understand him and become a comrade."
When Griffith said this to his sister, he covered his right eye with his hand. It seemed that there was some amazing power hidden there, ready to break through the shackles and burst out at any time.
Saya can feel this powerful spiritual energy. Her brother is the "Hand of God", and it is really cool to control such a rare power.
"Then what did you understand from this?"
"Sister, there are limits to human abilities. I have learned one thing from my short life... The more people want to protect their own world, the more they will find that there are limits to human abilities. In the face of God's game
So small and helpless...unless more than human."
"Brother, what exactly do you want to say?"
"My front is shrouded in dark fog, whether it's my relationship with Galadia or the upcoming war," Griffith said. "My enemy is certainly a powerful mystery. But, I don't have it either.