Chapter 81: The Long Sword XX
"It sounds weird, but I really did that. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info," Hetty said, shrugging her shoulders, "and it was an amazing feeling. Having faith means an attitude to life, it means a new perspective on the world. I am determined to follow in the footsteps of the twin goddesses, and if I can, I hope to be a silent nun all the time. However, the matter was discovered by the organization. After some bargaining, I became a counterbalance and agent of the two forces. I am not only a warrior of the Order, but also a saint of the Cult of the Twins. However, to my regret, until now I have not been granted permission to enter the Holy City. β
"How could it be ......?" Sulfona asked differently, "Aren't we in the Holy City now?" β
"This is outside the Holy Cityβbut it may soon become a part of the Holy City." Hetty explained, "After I was discovered by the two forces, my half-demon identity was spurned by the priests of the Cult of the Gemini, and I could not enter the Holy City again to see the statue of the Twin Goddesses. I've never held a grudge against the Gemini, because I understand their struggles. For the people of the Holy City, the Holy City is a barrier that separates all aliens. It is a guarantee for the people and a fragile balance that sustains the transmission of culture. Whether or not the Holy City is open to the Half-Demon is actually a matter of culture and philosophy. As for here...... This is the minaret of the Holy City under renovation......"
As she spoke, Hetty took Sulfur a few steps out of the damp and gloomy corridor. Sultan was shaken by the harsh sunlight, and then saw the clear blue sky and the birds that quickly skimmed by. She carefully held out her fingers, as if to grasp the clouds. Dozens of stories in the air, Sulfur and Hetty were standing on the spiraling boardwalk that hovered outside the minaret. The cyan rock and white mud cast the entire minaret as if it were a sharp mountain.
Sulfona looked carefully at the soles of her feet, and the trees around her looked pitiful. Between the woods, there were people carrying stones and pieces of wood, craftsmen who built the minarets. From Sulfona's point of view, they looked like ants who never tired. In the distance, you can faintly see the official road winding through the mountains, and in the distance, you can vaguely see the outline of the village. The minaret stood beyond the four corners of the Holy City, and Sulfona could see the minarets on the two corners next to it hidden in the mist.
"This ...... Is it a minaret? Sulfona thought of the rumors she had heard on the way here, "Could it be that this was designed by Master Cook?" β
"That's right." Hetty nodded, a mixture of longing and gratitude on her face, "Master Cook always surprises us. The minaret β actually a watchtower. In ancient times, lookouts were used to observe impending danger and to transmit signals. In the face of intruders, the lookout also made it convenient for the warriors to attack the enemy below from a high vantage point. But when the Holy City was built, people were in absolute isolation. They are incapable of defending themselves against external dangers, of attacking the enemy, of whom they can disseminate information. The Holy City is an extremely conservative building and represents an extremely conservative ideology. β
"I see." Sulfona nodded, "But now Master Cook has built this watchtower. β
"That's right, the Holy City is no longer a passively defensive structure. And this change will also change the thinking of the entire Holy City. Herty said excitedly, "This is also my turning point." β
"Turnaround?"
"That's right. After the change of mind in the Holy City, I believe that the half-demon can enter the Holy City. I hope to have the opportunity to visit the statue of the Twin Goddesses again, which was an important turning point in my life. "I've been helping to build the minaret. Master Cook, who returned last year, said the minaret was going to surprise the people of All-Holy City in time for this year's fair. A lot of people think there's something wrong with Master Cook's brain, but I'm willing to help him. I've been here at the Minaret all this time to help Master Cook complete this great building. β
"I see."
Sulfona nodded, she now understood why Hetty hadn't noticed the **** of the demons around her. As well as being a warrior, Hetty was also half a devout follower of the twin goddesses. For believers, not being able to make a pilgrimage is perhaps the most painful thing for them. The two of them walked around the spire and returned to the corridor. Hetty tells Sulfur that the watchtower isn't actually quite built. Those spiral plank paths are still very dangerous, and people can't walk for a long time. In order to surprise the public at the fair, the specific functions and effects of the watchtower are not yet known to the general public. It's still outside of the Holy City, so it's not against the rules for Sulfur to stay here.
"I think I'm very responsible for the trouble you're having. I shouldn't have given up on monitoring the surrounding area because of the minaret thing. Hetty said apologetically, bowing her head slightly, "I've also recently become aware of the problem and have found some information. I found out that there might be an organized demon group. β
"Organized demon syndicate?" Sulfona asked in surprise.
"That's right." Hetty said solemnly, "That demon seems to have found a means to control the demon's alienation, and the demons under it are all very powerful and special. They commit crimes with impunity in the vicinity of the Holy City, hunting and killing humans. The most terrifying thing is that this demon is very intelligent. I've been searching around the Holy City several times lately, but it's been able to escape. I also need your strength now, after all, I'm very inefficient alone. β
"The organization of demons?"
Stunned, she quickly thought of the rumor that came out of the demon's mouth.
"Raising demons? This should be unlikely. "You're still young, and you probably don't know that demons are very irascible creatures. No one tries to imprison the demons, and the demons will keep trying to break free until they have left themselves dying. In addition, the words of the demon cannot be believed. They live among the human beings, each of whom is a master of disguise and a master of deception. I have never heard of a demon that has never eaten people. β
"But ......"
Sulfona thought carefully about the scene of her encounter with the demon at that time, and she could hardly believe that the demon was lying to herself. But the memories of her childhood came back to Sulfona's mind. False memories, seemingly benevolent mothers, and the warmth of collapse begin to linger. Sulfona gripped the hilt of her sword in her hand, the cold touch and the unquenchable anger in her heart suppressed the illusions.
"What's wrong with you? Sulfona? Hetty held on to Sulfona.
"It's okay...... Just a little dizzy......"
"Dizzy?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out around the corner, "I didn't expect your great sword to be so fragile. β
A man dressed in a long white robe stepped out, followed by several servants and a large cart covered in black cloth. The man who spoke looked like their head, but his handsome face had a mean smile on his face. Sulfona took a closer look at his white robe, which was similar to the pattern on Hetty's robe. Sulfona guessed that this might be a sign of the Cult of the Twins. Underneath the robe were braids with booted legs and whips hanging from the waist, which looked out of place in the Cult of the Twins.
"Palmer, you're so rude." Hetty's face remained unchanged, and she said in a cold tone, "This is not what should be said to the guests, nor to the lady. β
"Ahh The man known as Palmer shrugged his shoulders and walked up to Sulfona, "But it's strange that I, as a host, didn't find out that a guest had come from afar. β
Hetty could tell that there was a sarcasm in Palmer's words, and that he was blamed for Hetty's failure to inform him about Sulfonaβor to let the half-demon in, without Palmer's approval. But Hetty and Palmer were actually equal in status, and Hetty did not feel the need to get approval from him. Hetty frowned.
"Sulfona is a warrior who has come to help us, don't be too rude."
"I guess with the existence of the watchtower, you greatsword might be able to retire early, right?"
"But that's not now." Hetty said angrily, "This is the demeanor of your nobles? β
"Of course not, I'd love to welcome you half-demons who protect humanity." Palmer put on a smiling face, "Hello, I'm Palmer, and I'm the owner here." On behalf of the church, I was responsible for the construction of the watchtower, and it has been more than a year now. A few days later it will be the exposition presided over by Master Cook, and the watchtower will be the main event, and all the people of the Holy City will know about my exploits that day. You are welcome to come and watch the ceremony. β
Palmer spoke politely, but his voice was devoid of tone. Sulfona kept staring into the man's eyes. It was like a cold-blooded snake staring at a frog, and there was an indescribable disdain in the indifference. Sulfona had seen this kind of look, and when she was a child, Bioulai's brother had seen her that way. It's like looking at a spot on the floor, or a stone, a grain of sand. Sulfona knew that the other party did not see herself as a "person" at all.
This caused Sulfona to feel an instinctive sense of disgust.
The two men bowed their heads to each other and walked through the narrow corridor. The servants behind Palmer pushed the dark cart forward, and Sulfona stood still, thinking about the past. Hetty sighed quietly.
"He's a nuisance, isn't it?"
"Indeed......" Sulfona nodded, "Could it be that the seniors have been working with such people?" β
"It's not about working together at all." Hetty looked at Palmer's back and secretly spat, "That guy was filmed by the person above to recuperate, or to put it another way, experience." I'm mainly in charge of this project, and he just needs to give instructions that a few fools can give in name. For the upper layer, this is a layer of gilding. After the results are made, he will share the honor. The real operation does not require his hands. But in recent days, he has become more and more arrogant, as if he wants to make his presence more obvious. β
Hetty said, pointing to the cart that Palmera had walked away.
"For example. Now that the main body of the watchtower has been basically completed, I don't know what else is necessary to transport things into it. Palmer was always doing this kind of self-assertive thing, and I wish he hadn't messed up the fair. β
"Maybe it's an exhibit in an exhibition?" Sulfona offered her opinion.
"No, the exhibits are all in place." "Maybe it's his own collection, but I can't control it anyway." All in all, there are always people who are trying to move forward, but there are always people who are trying to hold back. I think it's a miracle that the watchtower was built against so much resistance. By the way, I heard Brewster mention that you seem to have some old injuries in your body? β