"Why is he here?" Luciana tapped her forehead lightly, "No, this will only lead to a dead end due to lack of information." I think about it from another angle www.biquge.info if he is really the son of prophecy that Madigan said, then I am here to save him, does it mean that I am also in the grand blueprint depicted in the long poem of prophecy? Realizing this possibility, Luciana's eyes sparkled, and she looked at Esher as if she were looking at a rare ancient book.

"Put him in the wagon, and don't delay the procession." Luciana said.

"That's not good, ma'am, there's going to be blood all over the carriage." Erlange hesitated.

"Of course I do. I don't care, what are you struggling with? Luciana looked at Erlange inexplicably. Erlange was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Ma'am, if I treat his wounds in the carriage, you will have to stay outside, is that all right?" ”

"Who said I was going out?" Luciana was still puzzled, "I also know a little about surgery, and I can do it if necessary." ”

Erlange was choked, and he suddenly realized that the employer in front of him was different from the aristocratic ladies he had seen, although he also had the nobility precipitated by the education of the court, but he could not see the slightest squeamishness. As for her saying that she also knows the art of surgery and can help herself - the goddess of creation is above! Erlange suddenly felt a little dizzy, was she really a noble lady?

"Alright, Erlange, you don't want to be a mother-in-law!" The captain spoke, "There are still many days to go from Silverlake, and if you can't go out of the Delsun Mountains before the sun sets, you will have to delay camping for another night!" He turned to Luciana, "Ma'am, according to the agreement, we can only send you to Silver Lake. ”

"yes, I know." Luciana replied absentmindedly.

……

Estheus had a strange dream, he dreamed of a man half-kneeling in the darkness in the posture of a thinker, with his back to him and sighing incessantly, and Eshy could only hear a few words from his sighs, "The last griffin", "Fallen", "Born at the wrong time...... Who are you? Eshua didn't know why, he opened his mouth to ask a question, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

The man slowly turned his head, his expression drowned in darkness along with his facial features, and Eshu couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt a familiar aura rushing to his face, like opening a wooden box sealed by the dust of time, and freeing up the bloody smoke from it. He suddenly knew the identity of the person in front of him.

"Father......" Esshu heard his voice drift through the empty void, and the figure in front of him suddenly shattered, making a crisp cracking sound like glass, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye spread throughout the space like cracks, and finally the darkness like a prison cell collapsed with a bang. Estheau's feet touched the ground, and he found himself standing in a quaint temple, with stone pillars supporting a non-existent dome, above which was a white sky with a dark sun hanging. Esher had the strange illusion that the black sun, which was not dazzling, seemed to be far and close to him, acting as the dome of the temple along with the sky.

Eshua turned around, and suddenly stood up in front of him, with no facial features, and could only tell from the plump and undulating figure that it was a woman, holding a balance in her left hand and a short sword in her right hand. This is the statue of Ehemia, the Lord God of Order, whom Esshu recognized! He had seen a similar statue in the Inquisition in the royal city of Sarion, but the carving was much more sophisticated than this one. The statue in front of you not only has no majestic facial features, but even some of the joints still have the original rough edges and corners of the rock.

Estheu always felt that there was a sense of disobedience in this hall, but he couldn't say it. He walked slowly around the statue, and finally noticed something awkward: no matter where he went, the statue's faceless face was always facing him, but its body did not move.

Esthew stood behind the statue, its face twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and although it had no eyes, Eshu could feel that it was "looking" at him.

No, there's something wrong! Essho looked up, the black sun still hanging in the sky, maintaining a subtle sense of distance. He lowered his head again, looked at his feet, and swept around again—there was plenty of light around, but there was no shadow of himself, not the statues, nor even the stone pillars!

Intense pain swept through Esso's mind, and for a moment he felt his head split! He covered his forehead and involuntarily knelt in front of the statue. "Where is this?" Estheu asked, groaning.

No one answered him, only a voice that did not belong to him came from his mouth, it was a strange female voice, word by word, the arbiter was generally sonorous and majestic.

"I am Yunomia, the god of order, the first lord of Pande, be careful, chosen one, your future is in danger!"

Ai Xiu couldn't help but shiver, his dream shattered, his consciousness returned to his body, he slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was a chill piercing from the depths of his bone marrow, as if he had just broken out of the ancient glacier. He soon noticed that he was in a bumpy carriage with dense footsteps outside.

The body is still weak and weak, but the wound on the right shoulder has been simply bandaged with a white cloth, and the skin and flesh of the wound are a little itchy, which should be coated with a medicine to stop bleeding. Ai Xiu was a little confused for a while: I was saved by a passing smuggler? Do they have such good intentions?

That dream, it's weird...... Eshua struggled to prop himself up, his forehead still aching faintly, as if he had just been shaved by a fierce horse, and he couldn't even tell if it was the sequelae of excessive blood loss or the phantom pain caused by a simple dream.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a young girl came in with a cat, and at a glance she saw Essher awakened. "Oh, awake?" The girl said flatly, sitting across from Estheu, "Can you speak?" ”

Essho was silent, not identifying the person who had come, but he could make out the obvious southern accent in the pander franca.

And to the south of Pande, was the territory of the empire.

"Don't say? Are you still wary? The girl shrugged, "Is my southern accent too strong?" She smiled at Eshy, her white teeth bared.

"Really, Esher Balanduk?"