Chapter 12 Liar
The gusts of wind created by the Windrunner made it impossible for everyone to open their eyes. Looking at the Natalin people on the ground cheering for its arrival, Azra reservedly folded her wings and prepared to land, but her tail fin was pulled hard by something.
The dragon jumped with a start, twisting its head in midair with a difficult twist. Furiously, it tried to peck at the enemy that had attacked it from behind, but only bit into air. Squinting its eyes, it observed for a moment that the tip of its tail was entangled in a coil of barbed wire. As the humans on the ground shouted, it shook its tail fin violently, then, with a triumphant look, noticed that the poles supporting the wire were visibly tilting. Ezra was about to uproot the bizarre thing—when someone slapped the dragon hard on the head and heard its master's cold, ruthless voice.
"I untied the net bit by bit myself. I didn't comb the hair for a month because I dared to break it."
The aggrieved and unbelievable dragon: ???
Afterwards, the Natalin people watched helplessly as the giant white dragon hung upside down in the air like a giant bat, grunting and carefully pecking at the nets entangled on its tail fin, making pitiful gurgling sounds from its throat as it bit.
If the dragon is obedient, the dragon is good. If people threaten the dragon, the people are bad - bah, why are there only scales, disgusting, disgusting!
The Natalin people all bowed. The one favored by the gods stood in the sunlight, his golden hair softly falling to his shoulders, radiant and bright. The coral in his ears was as red as blood, the turquoise was as blue as black, and all the colors were incredibly bright and clear. If a skilled painter could capture this moment, they could even become a priest of many gods based on the painting alone.
Nova looked at it for a while and slowly frowned.
Over there, Ezra finally untied the net without damaging it. It fell to the ground, glanced guiltily at the crooked pole, quietly moved its butt, and tried to block its owner's sight with its tail fin. The other party looked at it with a half-smile, but didn't care.
"God's favored one, may Utosca bless your fate and soul - we want to know if the Wall of Sighs is still intact?"
A Natalin asked from the crowd, and the joyous atmosphere suddenly dissipated a little. The area near the Wall of Sighs was a veritable place of death. Among the dragons strong enough to carry humans, only Wind Walker could enter and exit freely.
"My kinsman," the other replied in a strangely solemn and rhythmic voice, "the sighs of the sons of the hurricane cannot withstand the passage of time. The storm will subside, and only the angry chariot of fate and the descendants of Lamodora will protect the people of the wind."
This is Professor Brody's specialty - the Son of the Hurricane should refer to King Corentin, and the "Chariot of Destiny" refers to the waves caused by the movement of the ocean god Odileus. Lamodora is the ancestor of all magical beasts in the legend and the first dragon in the world. He was later tamed by the god of origin Ambrose.
Perhaps in order to maintain the right to interpret religion, on the continent of Ambrose, regardless of which sect, their theological history is extremely fond of using all kinds of messy references.
This created a real dilemma for the priests and clergy of the various religious sects. Some gods and their associated references were ridiculously numerous. The most numerous, the God of Light, had a staggering 308 names, 157 of which overlapped with other gods and needed to be distinguished based on context. For example, if one couldn't tell whether the "Crown of Flowers" in the divine history referred to the God of Life and Joy or the God of Lust, the situation would become even more fraught. Perhaps the legacy of a male deity having an affair with another male deity, resulting in pregnancy, and then a divine war erupting over an abortion issue would be truly degrading.
This is also one of the reasons why theologians emerged: at the end of the last century, the hostility between the major surviving sects was still quite deep, and the divine history of each god was a precious historical material that could not be shown to other sects. At the same time, they were also worried that they would easily start fighting again when the accounts were being reconciled.
But everyone wants to know who is the winner and who is more qualified and capable of using gimmicks to attract believers - so theological seminaries came into being. A group of theologians who signed soul contracts to ensure absolute fairness are responsible for calling and organizing the historical materials of major denominations, and publishing the most authoritative history of theology every ten years.
Nova was still pondering the information revealed by the references when the crowd began to stir, and many Natalinians looked on in fear. The Wall of Sighs, left by King Corentin, had protected the Asaqi Valley for three hundred years, thwarting the Empire's pursuit and most attacks by sea beasts and dragons. No one knew what would become of the Natalinians now that this "natural barrier," which had existed since their birth, had suddenly vanished.
"The Natalin valley is surrounded by mountains and blocked by the ocean, with only one entrance and exit, the New Canyon. It's easy to defend but difficult to attack. What's there to be afraid of?" Lamina suddenly raised her voice, suppressing the whispers. "What's more, we have ships, dragons, large weapons, arrows, and knives. If there's a coward who only relies on the protection of his ancestors, he might as well hide in the cellar with the long-wool sheep. The people will definitely protect you, but you will no longer be a Natalin warrior!"
The Natalin people gradually dispersed, and the God-favored One stood in place, looking up at the pole that had been pulled crooked by his own dragon like a carrot.
"You can get ready now." Hearing some rustling sounds approaching him, he said calmly without turning his head, "According to the contract, I will send you out of Asachi Valley soon."
"You killed someone." The other party said in Common Language.
The one favored by God still did not move. Under his feet was the corpse of a dragon. The dragon's blood slowly seeped into the soil, and his shadow turned scarlet.
"On a ship, look at your shoes and the hem of your clothes—at least two, maybe more. You used magic because you didn't want to touch them. You were angry, but it wasn't a murder in the heat of the moment. Instead, you tortured them to death after careful consideration. Let me guess, you twisted their limbs, ripped their stomachs open... No, you didn't like the smell of blood, so you suffocated them." The professor's smoky gray eyes were like two highly translucent glass balls, distorting and reflecting another figure. "Why? Who are you seeking revenge on?"
"...Do you really want to know?"
My nemesis, are you really ready to know the truth?
The God-favored One gracefully turned his head slightly, revealing a bit of his profile. But even that little bit was enough to inspire instinctive awe and fear in anyone—the blue eyes had completely lost their warmth, revealing an unusually deep and indistinguishable majesty.
"You can speak or not. If you're willing, I can be a listening ear." But the other person wasn't frightened at all. He first offered a perfunctory, soothing gesture, then, calmly but with an unknowing arrogance, declared, "If you don't want to, that's fine. To me, there are no secrets in the world. This is just another puzzle that's been left unsolved for a while because there aren't enough clues."
Azuka was silent for a moment, then slowly smiled.
"Are you becoming more and more courageous in front of me?"
Obviously, at the beginning, he would even pretend to call him "Good morning, sir", but now, as if he had drawn some inexplicable sense of security from him, this guy who always pushes the issue has begun to use him as a joke without any hesitation.
Just like a reckless child, he disregards the conventions of adult society and rushes towards the boundaries revealed by others without hesitation. Perhaps only when he feels pain will he curl himself up again.
He reached out without hesitation and grabbed his enemy's neck with his hands. The opponent instinctively wanted to break free, but he pinched the back of his neck like he was dealing with a restless cat.
"It's very cold, let go." The black-haired young man frowned in dissatisfaction.
For some reason, the other person's fingers were as cold as death, as if they had been blown by the wind all night.
"Yeah, it's cold," Azuka murmured, subconsciously rubbing his fingers against the soft, delicate, and slightly warm skin.
...It was very comfortable, clean, pure, and the warmth came from humans. The emptiness and coldness deep in my chest, which had arisen under the cover of darkness, seemed to be filled a little at this moment.
In a sense, he is not alone.
Feeling deeply offended, the professor narrowed his eyes slightly. Knowing full well how weak he was in combat, he was too lazy to waste time on useless tasks and decided to teach the other man a lesson.
"Where do you think I get the confidence to confront you?" he asked softly. "Is it because of my self-deceiving arrogance and the stupidity of a mediocre person in power?"
"Perhaps it is due to my excessive indulgence of you?"
Nova deadpanned, "...Please don't do that, it's a bit disgusting."
"I don't want to be your enemy," he said, slowing down his pace. "But before I discuss the modification plan with you, have I found the sound wave frequency that attracts dragons? Did I bury a launcher somewhere in the Assachi Valley when I surveyed the terrain?"
The hand on the back of his neck paused for a moment, and the next second the other party tightened their fingers. Pain, suffocation, and oppression suddenly hit him, but the black-haired young man smiled very quickly. "Don't tell me you have never thought about it this way, or I will be disappointed in you, Azuka, the God-favored One, the religious leader of the Natalin people."
"Try this." He casually pulled a small, crude whistle from his pocket and held it to the other man's lips.
After a moment's silence, the other party finally let go, took it, and blew gently. Neither of them heard any sound, but Wind Walker, who was idly combing his feathers, suddenly raised his head and stared wide-eyed, curiously and warily looking in the direction of the God's Favored One.
The professor generously said, "I have a whistle that emits ultrasonic waves. Humans can't hear it, but many animals can. I'm giving it to you."
“Thank you so much for your generosity.”
"You're welcome," the other person ignored his sarcasm, perhaps not even noticing it. "My brain is all I have. I don't know what you want to do with it right now, but how I use it depends largely on your attitude."
"A gentle reminder: when you're facing me, it's best to keep thinking. Think constantly, instead of using the same perfunctory methods you use on others." His nemesis admonished him gently, "I won't say it a third time. If you want to use my brain, don't use this extremely inefficient communication method. Otherwise, I'll have to communicate with you my own way - and believe me, you won't like it."
"As for now," he said with a quick smirk, "this is just a small warning for your offense against me. You can guess for yourself whether I did any of those despicable things in the valley."
The one favored by God was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed softly.
"fraud."
"Don't threaten me with the Natalin people anymore, professor. It's very dangerous. I almost broke your neck by accident just now." He regained his usual gentleness and calmness, rubbed the back of Nova's neck quickly, and then withdrew his hand - damn, what a crappy habit of the God-favored One, Nova thought seriously, a skin-hungry patient with an extremely strong desire for control?
"Okay, I'll remember that." The professor, magnanimously letting the other person's progress go, nodded approvingly. "That's right. Stop constantly changing the subject and talking about irrelevant things."
All Riddlers get out of his world.
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