Blair Casterdy sat in a daze in his cage, and the bandits had kept him here for nothing but food and drink. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info That Ferrardi Breelska didn't even come to see him, as if he didn't take him seriously at all, yes, the little lieutenant of the Heavenly Bandit Army, Zat, was expecting to learn some outside information from their interrogation of him.

The young lieutenant was more concerned about his allegiance than about his own safety, and he often wondered optimistically that his father's current safety was the result of not coming to his attention. They kept their lives alive as a bargaining weight in their dealings with their fathers.

The soldiers on guard did not torture him except for heavy handcuffs and leg irons, and the food provided was acceptable. There were no other drawbacks in the whole cell, except that the light was too dark and the air was not fresh, and these two shortcomings could hardly be called shortcomings in what would be called a prison.

The cells did not know day and night, and the prisoners counted the days by the time the jailer delivered the meal.

He has two strange cellmates: Sister Vivien Lina, who talks a lot, and Kuha, the usually taciturn elf.

The jailer gave them two prison meals a day. Kuha swallows things silently every time, while Sister Vivien Lina always complains about the poor food while eating her prison meal. From time to time, she also listed some delicacies from the outside, and there were so many kinds that even Zat, a little lieutenant from a noble background, was eye-opening. However, the adjutant knew that his family did not pay much attention to food, so he did not dare to answer rashly when Sister Vivien Lina complained, so as not to make a fool of himself.

Whenever he was eating, the little lieutenant Zatt could hear the unique monologue of Sister Vivien Lina who was muttering alone while tapping on a wooden plate:

"In the name of Our Lady, if you give me another roasted turkey wing, I will be willing to go to hell immediately!"

Having said that, when everyone passed their boring time in their own way after eating, she was the one who cared most about their lives.

"Alas, I can't die here, I still want to have a Belloren, Westenian pie, Sandfield, special grapevine roast, Irish de tuna, Waldshire cannon bread, Rochester sticky rice balls...... It's better to have another bottle of Thornfield dry red wine, and that of Stroren, but the dwarves are too strong to be as delicious as those from Haffield Sandry. Sister Vivien Lina was able to finish the sentence in one breath, and the dizzy little lieutenant Zatt did not hear anything but a few specialties from her own estate. If he could dream of Sister Vivien Lina and hear this sentence clearly, he would find that fulfilling this gluttonous nun's last wish would probably have to travel around the entire Purple Wind Continent.

Sister Vivien Lina could have been a good companion in this prison life with no end in sight - if she had updated the topic of her daily complaints, he would have died lonely if he had only one cellmate.

The handsome silver-haired elf had the exact opposite of Sister Vivien Lina, and all the things he said in the past few days probably didn't add up as much as Sister Vivien Lina complained about after a meal.

A few days ago, the little deputy Zatat had seen the appearance of the Earth Elf Kuha by the light of the jailer's fire. Now, after fully adapting to this dark environment, he can easily find that stone-carved presence with his eyes in the corner of the cage. Yes, he is like a stone sculpture. The darkness was like a veil tailor-made for him, covering his beautiful hazy face.

Unless Sister Vivien Lina took the initiative to speak to him, he didn't say a word, as if he had lost his breath. The little lieutenant Zath once took the initiative to send a friendly greeting to the earth elf Kuha, but the response was only boundless silence, so the little lieutenant no longer took the initiative to hit the nail.

It would seem a bit inappropriate to assume that Kuha was a stone sculpture, and at a certain time of the day, about the time after the third meal, three or four transposes, there would be a heart-rending cough in the taciturn body. In the darkness, he bent up, coughing breathlessly, as if he was about to vomit out everything in his chest. A couple of times, the little adjutant Kuha clearly smelled blood from there.

As he watched Kuha cough day after day, he could clearly sense that Demis, the goddess of death, was approaching his fellow inmate.

Whenever this happens, Sister Vivien Lina would politely ask the little lieutenant Zat to take a pill from her hand and give it to Kuha. When the lieutenant Zat approaches Kuha's cage on the other side with the pill in hand, he sees the man who was usually as calm as water pounce on the iron fence adjacent to him like a madman, stretching out his blood-stained hand full of death. Except for coughing, he does not plead, he does not cry, he does not make all the sounds that a sick person should make. That silent silence made the little lieutenant Zatt a little more pity and a little scared.

Junior Adjutant Zatt has always believed that men should die peacefully by their loved ones in addition to dying on the battlefield. If he had been tormented by illness like the earth elf Kuha, he might as well have wiped his neck - if Our Lady had allowed his followers to commit suicide.

So at this moment, he ignored the unhealed wound between his ribs and handed the pill into Kuha's hand as quickly as possible. The patient had to cough for a while after taking the medicine, and then fell silent.

On several occasions, the coughing of the earth elves and the shackles between the hands and feet of the lieutenant Zatt alarmed the jailers, who lit torches and shone them in, muttered a few words, and then closed the door. Over time, they have become accustomed to it.

The lieutenant had heard a jailer complain about how the two obstructive men had not yet been decided, and the squad leader-looking man said, "Lieutenant General Brundier is busy. ”

Once, he asked Sister Vivien Lina about the illness of the earth elf Kuha, and the nun was vague for a long time, but she could not understand, vaguely saying that he had frozen his lungs in the ice water.

The lieutenant Zatt had heard that people who lived by the sea and fished pearls often broke their lungs because they had been diving for too long. When the illness is severe enough for them to be unable to enter the water again, they will slowly die of coughing like Kuha. Ever since hearing the story, the lieutenant Zatt no longer wears pearl-encrusted ornaments, and even discards his original sword, which has a thumb-sized pearl on the hilt. The valiant lieutenant had claimed the lives of countless enemies in war, but he would not allow the lives of those who had nothing to do with it for his own enjoyment.

In fact, he doesn't know what kind of thing in the world is not exchanged for other people's blood, sweat and life?

One day, while the little lieutenant Zat was enjoying a meal after dinner, a quiet flute suddenly sounded from the ground elf Kuha. At first he thought he was dreaming, but then he was awakened by the sound of the flute, and when he turned around, he saw a faint light in the place where it should have been dark. In that faint, misty silver light, the pale face of the earth elf Kuha was clear. His long, neatly groomed white hair fell down, and he held in his hand a delicate silver piccolo, which was the source of light and the source of this beautiful music that did not belong to the mortal world.

The jailers were also alarmed by the heavenly sound, and they opened the cell door, lit a piece of wood and looked inside, and as soon as he wanted to start scolding, he was overwhelmed by the charming sound. So much so that he stood at the door of the cell and listened to the sound of the earth elf Kuha until he was burned by a simple torch that was about to burn out.

The little lieutenant Zath did not hear the jailer's cry, his soul had already fallen asleep in this beautiful and colorful world.

Sister Vivien Lina was the first to applaud, as she had already heard the tune more than once.

I didn't expect to hear such beautiful music in prison.

The jailer was also in a daze, and the next time he delivered food, he specially helped the earth elf Kuha add food, and kindly asked his prisoner to play another song.

The grim face of the earth elf ignored it.

Sister Vivien Lina screamed over there, urging Kuha to agree.

The earth elf Kuha still ignored it.

Seeing that all the temptations were ineffective, the jailer raised his saber and threatened.

The earth elf Kuha still ignored it.

He sat silently in the corner of the cage, saying nothing and doing nothing but coughing and occasionally answering a few words from Sister Vivien Lina. The music he played that day was like a dream, real and illusory.

The little lieutenant, Zat, felt more and more pity for the dying-looking patient. One night, the seductive sound of the flute echoed in his head, and the soft cough of the patient after taking the medicine reached his ears, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Why are you sighing?" asked Sister Vivien Lina, and before he could reply, she went on to herself, "Actually, it is me who should sigh, I have been implicably imprisoned here by the bastard Zat. However, as it stands, it would be worse to go out, don't me, my Bellorence cheese Westenia pie Sandfield special grapevine roast Irish de tuna Waldshire cannon bread Rochester sticky rice balls ......"

"......" The little lieutenant Zath didn't know how to get it right, and waited for Sister Vivien Lina to finish her words before he said, "In this place where the air is not fresh, the sickness of the earth elf Kuha is not good. ”

The silent man stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and bent the iron fence, and walked out as naturally as if he were out of his own house.

"Elf, where are you going?" asked Sister Vivien Lina in surprise, as his companion was odd, and it was too hasty to escape from prison so suddenly.

"I go out to breathe and the fresh air outside is good for me. The silver-haired elf said that he didn't know how to open the door to the dungeon, and that the jailers outside didn't even notice it. He floated out ghostly and closed the cell door, leaving two stunned men behind.

"I said, this guy is weird. The little adjutant said to his only cellmate, "Looking at his calm and unhurried appearance, do you mean that he is a master of art and boldness, or is he a good nerve? We are prisoners now!"

"It's both. Sister Vivien Lina replied, "If he hadn't had my cumbersome partner, he could have escaped from prison at any time." There's no way a crappy mage like me can escape from here. ”

"Why didn't he ......" The little adjutant Zatt had just asked half a sentence, and immediately thought of the answer himself. Isn't it obvious why the earth elf Kuha didn't run away alone? The pill for cough was in Sister Vivien Lina's hand, and she only gave him one at a time.

Outside, it was a quiet night, the clear night sky was shining with stars and moons, and the silver moon Paracelans silently sprinkled his glow on the earth. In the eyes of the Church of Redemption, the moon named after the cardinal pope is equivalent to the pope himself. Just as the Lord of Order, the Seven-Consecutive Stars, is equivalent to Odysscal himself. Since that "Coming Night of the Great Pope" more than a year ago, this spoon-shaped constellation has been much brighter.

The earth elf Kuha silently flashed behind the patrolling soldiers, and he greedily took a deep breath of fresh air, the cool late autumn wind choking into his lungs, making him cough again. Although he immediately covered his mouth, it alerted the soldiers.

"Who?" the captain of the squad turned in Reed's direction, and the perpetrator had already flown up the roof along the wall, like an agile tanuki.

The patrolling soldiers lingered below for a while, but found nothing else suspicious. The team leader suspected that he was nervous and misheard the voice, cursed a few words in a low voice, and left with his men.

The surrounding walls are patrolled by Celestial Bandit soldiers, but fortunately, the DawnCity-style roofs are patchworked. If this were the kind of spiky rooftops of other cities in the Empire, then Kuha would have nowhere to hide.

Now, the prisoner, who had given himself the wind, had found two connected fringed eaves, and had turned over and lay down in the middle of the recesses in the roof, lying down with his hands on his pillows, his olive eyes staring blankly at the endless night sky. There seemed to be a faint voice of speech through the rooftop, but Kuha didn't have the heart to listen to it.

Moonlight, starry sky, cool wind in late autumn, castles, insects, faint human whispers in the middle of the night. Kuha almost had the urge to take out the silver flute and play a song, but at this moment, he could only choose to play his own melody in his heart. A sudden sound from the distant roof interrupted the prisoner's relaxed heart, and he rolled over and half-crouched in the pit of the roof, and although he had no weapon in his hand, he habitually drew his sword and fought.

Sure enough, another phantom floated from the source of the sound, and if it weren't for the bright moonlight tonight, it would have been difficult to spot this black-clad night walker.

He hesitated for a moment on the rooftop, and then immediately walked towards the recess where Reed was hiding. It seems that everyone has a common judgment on the choice of secret places.

As soon as one foot stepped into the pit, a powerful fist slammed into his lower abdomen. If he had hit, he would most likely have fainted without saying a word.

He was obviously taken aback, but he deftly dodged the punch, and with a twist of his waist, his body retreated some distance like an arrow, and he could see Reed in the pit clearly.

The silver-haired elf shot out like an arrow with his feet, and beckoned towards the man in black like a storm of fists and feet, and the man in black shouted quietly while dodging:

"Stop, stop! Sorry for disturbing your rest, I think we can talk. ”

The silver-haired elf was silent, and his fists and kicks became faster and faster. The man dodged and shouted, "Stop, stop, stop!" if you don't stop, I'm going to call someone, I ......."

He flashed through Kuha's swept leg in a thrilling way, and also took advantage of it to step back some distance. He took a deep breath and made a gesture of shouting. Kuha's clenched fist paused in mid-air.

"Young people nowadays are just irritable. The man in black smiled and said, "We are the same in not wanting to be noticed." So, let's form an alliance for the time being. ”

The silver-haired elf knew that he would not be able to take the person in front of him for a short time, so he nodded. The two of them turned their heads to look in one direction at the same time, where a soldier on the wall was peering into the roof where they were.

The two of them jumped into the pit together, their movements neatly as if they had been trained, and the two of them who had been added a few grains of sand were now crammed into this small space, intimate as if they were lovers in love.

"Brother, how many years have you been a thief? The man in black reached out and patted his friend on the shoulder as a gesture of friendship, and whispered a greeting.

"I'm not a thief. Kuha said briefly, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in this person.

"It's not a thief, so what are you doing here? Looking at the stars?"

"yes, look at the stars. I am a prisoner. ”

"Please, big brother!" said the man in black, "you see, this is the roof of the residence of the third leader of the Heavenly Bandit Army, and there are more than a thousand soldiers stationed in this castle. You're looking at the stars from this rooftop? Oh...... What did you say earlier? Are you a prisoner? Whose prisoner?"

"I just know it. "Do whatever you like, don't bother me, don't tell anyone I'm here, and I won't say I've met you, good night." ”

With that, he rolled over and looked like he was going to sleep here for the night.

His new buddy didn't seem to want him to be quiet, and he leaned over and said, "You're good, man. You will appear here, you must be an enemy of the Heavenly Bandit Army, right?

Kuha looked at the face covered in black cloth in disgust, and he wrapped himself in the cloth so tightly that only a little crimson hair appeared on his forehead.

"Don't bother me. He whispered, and when he had said this, he covered his mouth and coughed softly.

The man in black waited quietly for him to finish coughing, and then asked, "If you don't join the gang, forget it, you said earlier that you are a prisoner, do you want me to help you escape?"

"No, I don't. The silver-haired elf said coldly, "I'll beat you up if you talk nonsense." ”

"If you punch me, I'll scream, 'There's someone on the roof!'" The man in black grimaced playfully, and even though he couldn't see his expression through the face towel, Kuha could still guess the look on his face at the moment.

Kuha covered his ears and ignored him. The man in black grunted and complained that Reed was not funny. He no longer provoked Kuha, and gently opened a granite carved slab.

The Land of Dawn is southerly, and at the coldest time of winter, there is only a thin layer of snow, so the roofs here are much lighter than those in the north, and are mainly made of wood, supplemented by planks, straws, and leather from cattle and sheep. Places like Castle of Dawn have replaced the covered planks with granite hewn and polished slates. Because of the increased load-bearing, the size of the timber supporting the roof is also much larger. A half-yard granite slab like this costs nine silver coins, and the supporting whirls below cost thirteen silver coins each, and any one of them is enough for the expenses of a poor family for more than a month.

The man in black gently moved eighteen silver livre coins and made a small hole in the roof. A mixture of sulfur and mercury came to his face, and the silver-haired elf frowned, and couldn't help coughing again, but covered his mouth in time.

The man in black made an apologetic gesture to him and looked into the room. Because there is a new hole in the roof, the voices of the people in the house are much clearer.

“...... I've told you all the things I know, the leader of the Second Generation of the Holy Sect. You see, there are some secrets of our family that only my father has in his possession. I really don't know anything about when that ancient battlefield of the gods came into existence. If it hadn't been for my father's activation of the magic circle in that hall that day, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known of the existence of that thing until I died! I swear in the name of the Red-robed Grand Pope of the Dark Holy Sect, Larry Seransev, ......

The man in black changed his angle, and he saw the appearance of the person who spoke: it was a young mage with brown hair and black robes, with a tired look, kneeling straight on the ground, this person was naturally the so-called second-generation leader of the Holy Sect. The man in black hurriedly changed his angle again, and saw the person opposite the young mage—one of the ten second-generation leaders of the Dark Sect. He sat in a wooden armchair, holding a book with a black cover in his left hand, and a row of flasks and test tubes on the lab table on his right, from which the smell of sulfur and mercury wafted from.

Kuha still rested his hands and looked up at the starry sky, and said softly: "New here, aren't you afraid that I will shout and ruin your peeping good?"

As soon as the man in black heard him speak, he hurriedly covered the stone slab and chuckled, "I don't know why, I always think you are a very kind person." Besides, even if you shout, you must be the unlucky one, and I will definitely be able to escape. ”

As if shaken by the confident words of the man in black, the silver-haired elf turned his head and glanced at the man in black. The man in black was stunned when he saw his face, shook his head, motioned for him not to disturb himself and eavesdropped, and gently lifted the slate.

At this moment, the second generation leader, Shihar Ribang, was sitting on a wooden chair, his right hand supporting his chin, and he was dazed.

"Second Generation, is there anything else you want to ask?" the mage, who was kneeling on the ground, asked respectfully. Only then did he remember that there was still a person kneeling on the ground, and he hurriedly waved his hand to let the mage go back to rest. The general garrison of the Celestial Bandit Army stood up, and as soon as he turned around, Hishar Libang cried out in a loud voice:

"Wait!"

He turned around again, and saw that Shihar Ribon had jumped up from his chair with a feverish look on his face. He threw himself at the garrison general, grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands, and shook vigorously, "I have almost forgotten an important thing!

The garrison general stammered and replied, "About four or five hundred years ago, right?"

"Four hundred or five hundred?" exclaimed Shihar Ribang,

"That evil god Mo Lisen is still alive!"

"Yes...... Is it?" The garrison general was stunned by the sudden madness of the second generation leader, "Didn't the evil god die from the white feather arrow of the Templar Angel when the Elven Dynasty fell?"

"How could the great dark god die so easily!" Shihar Ribang grabbed the hand of the garrison general and couldn't help but exert his strength, pinching him to grin, but the second generation leader turned a blind eye to his painful look and shouted: "As a faithful believer in the dark god, I am really ashamed of your loneliness!!"

You should be glad you haven't forgotten who you are, someone on the roof said secretly. Then the people on the roof heard a distant sound, and the people in the house heard it.

"What's going on outside? It's so noisy so late?" The second generation leader forgot that he was one of the sources of noise a moment ago, he opened the window and looked into the distance, only to see that the whole city was burning all over the city at dawn, and the people were full of voices.

"The noise in the streets is the soul of man shining. ”

The man in black suddenly heard Reed, who was lying on his back, mutter. He turned his head to look at him, and the silver-haired elf had closed his starry olive eyes, looking like he was asleep.