Twilight City, the capital of the harbor-type kingdom, is expanding much faster than one might expect, and the outskirts of the city last month may be incorporated into the city today, with some exceptions.

A small hill in the south of the city is one of them.

The hills are surrounded by rows of houses, and there is only a small low building and a lonely tombstone on the huge hillside.

Some wealthy businessmen and upstarts who have just moved into the city, looking at the potential commercial value of the hills, have tried to acquire this asset openly or covertly, and finally ended up more or less "unlucky".

In the Knights of the Twilight, Alfonso de Cabo served as the capital's defense officer. Compared to Cumberland's high morality and Huggins's extensive connections, the man who had served as a knight of the silver ring and a knight of the Church in the past seemed to be somewhat unknown and low-key, but the soldiers respected him no less than the two officers before him.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the second floor of the hilly building, and Alfonso, who was sleeping on his side, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the bright spring color outside the window, and slowly stretched his body. The hook of the spine of the female of the "dragon bone" parasite on his back brought a faint pain, causing him to frown slightly.

With one hand on the edge of the bed, Alfonso stood on the floor, the dust gently raised in the room fluttering and tumbling in the beams of light projected, like a group of mischievous spirits.

Walking to the corner of the bedroom, Alfonso picked up the cloth towel from the basin, wiped his body, and put on the underwear on the hanger. Then he came to the cabinet and took down a bronze pendant with an elaborate style.

He gently pressed the button on the card slot, and the pendant shell popped open, and the three strands of hair lay quietly in the copper shell.

Carefully rubbing his hair with his fingertips, Alfonso's expression was rarely soft and sentimental.

Putting on the pendant, Alfonso pushed open the door and walked to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. His hand reached for the handle of the room, but there was a slight hesitation and hesitation in his movements.

There was nothing in the room but a huge wooden barrel.

Lifting the lid of the barrel, Alfonso looked at the male insect sleeping in the culture fluid, closed his eyes and sighed, and took out the worm and embedded it in front of his chest and abdomen.

Between the interface of the female and male worms, tentacles slowly stretched out, and the two parasites combined to form a "keel breastplate".

The hard iron limbs stretched out from the worm's body and stretched along the host's arms, thighs, and cervical vertebrae, gradually turning the "dragon bone breastplate" into a set of "dragon bone full body armor".

Looking at the strange figure on the surface of the water, Alfonso reached into the water and flicked it hard, breaking the reflection.

After doing all this, Alfonso, who came to the kitchen on the first floor, lit the fire, heated the oatmeal porridge in the pot over low heat, and cut a few more slices of ham.

The knight's servant, Leslie, yawned down the stairs, slipped into the kitchen to look, and said to Alfonso with a bitter face, "Oatmeal again?"

The latter took out the wooden cutlery, put it on the table, and knocked the boy on the head with a spoon: "Don't talk nonsense, eat quickly!"

After a brief breakfast, Alfonso put on his knight's armor, grabbed a kettle and a hoe, and walked down the hill.

Halfway up the hill, it is no longer the bare and pure land it used to be, with feather flowers, luan phoenix trees, and winter ninja grass...... In the midst of the sea of colorful flowers, Adleena's tombstone is quietly erected there.

"Adlina Surrey Wilmot, a lady of integrity, modesty, and courage. She faced the injustices of fate and never flinched. At the cost of her life, she awakened a knight from hatred and prejudice. 』

Alfonso knelt on one knee, his eyes fixed on the words on the tombstone, his right hand carefully brushing away the dust and petals from the top of the tablet, his expression and movements, as if he were touching a pure and immaculate holy object.

Looking down, Alfonso saw a bouquet of flowers that had been offered not long ago, the way the layman tied them, and the purple iris that the woman loved most during her lifetime. Guessing the identity of the mourner caused guilt and sadness to well-emerge on the knight's countenance, and guilt gnawed at his soul like a poisonous snake.

Picking up the kettle and carefully watering each flower, and carefully taking care of every inch of the land with a farm hoe, Alfonso finished cleaning up the "cemetery garden" and dragged back to the small building with heavy steps.

Alfonso, who put down his tools, watched Leslie put away the dishes, and asked pretending not to care, "How is Walton doing?"

The boy glanced back at the knight, then turned around and continued to work on the business at hand: "I heard that guy recently went to apply for a patent for something called 'distilled spirits'. He also found a vintner, a workshop owner, and the three of them joined forces to open a winery, and I heard that the business was good. ”

Alfonso nodded as he listened: "Yes, so that's the case, that's good......"

Leslie added, "Walton seems to have been to the cemetery yesterday. ”

Alfonso didn't say a word, just packed his bags, took his weapons, pushed open the door and left the hut again.

Leslie watched the knight fade away, stopped busy, sat down in his chair, and looked at his hands again, his eyes were empty, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Today is not Alfonso's day on duty, but he has a habit that he has developed over time and continues to carry out his daily patrols.

"Master Alfonso!" a merchant walked briskly up to the knight, holding a small bag of coins in his hand, his face full of gratitude: "May the Father praise you for your good deeds!

Alfonso gently pushed back the purse and politely declined the merchant's "thank you".

A bard, who carried a Morod shamisen with him, saw Alfonso's appearance, took off his instrument, and sang while playing: "The ghost of Cordelley's farm, the bandit of Maslow's stream, the villain of Muse's bazaar, our guard officer, the great protector, the model of knights~~"

Two soldiers of the Order who were patrolling the streets, seeing Alfonso from afar, hurried to salute, and then watched the chief walk away, and one of them said to his companion, "I have heard that there is a nobleman with a silver ring who has just moved in, and he is fighting the idea of that hill again. Let's gather some brothers and teach those arrogant bastards what it means to be in awe and obedience!"

After walking around the city of Twilight, Alfonso chose to have a simple lunch at a small street shop.

The owner, a veteran of the Battle of the Twilight, had his left arm cut off during the battle, leaving him disabled, and having to receive a "resettlement fee", quit the army and opened this roadside snack shop.

Alfonso took off his helmet, and the appearance of the parasite's limbs wriggling and stretching did not affect the veteran's attitude in the slightest.

"Lord Alfonso, or is it the same as usual?"

"Ah, that's right. ”

The shopkeeper brought out a bowl of fillet soup, cut a small plate of sausage, and finally attached half a loaf of black bread.

Alfonso soaked the brown bread in the fish broth and waited for it to be soft before wrapping the sausage in his mouth.

After lunch, Alfonso insisted on placing the coins on the table in the face of the veteran's refusal and hurried to an orphanage in the city.

The orphanage is located in a secluded residential area in the west of the city, and on the outside, it is a two-story longhouse, with a small open space in front of the house.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is no longer as strong as it was at noon, but the temperature is the warmest and most pleasant time of the day. More than a dozen children, male and female, the oldest no more than 10 years old and the youngest less than two years old, played and frolicked in the clearing.

Alfonso's appearance completely ignited the enthusiasm of the children.

Mr. Knight, Lord Alfonso, Uncle Chief...... A variety of different names echoed above the clearing.

Alfonso, who was fully armored, awkwardly greeted the children, carefully controlling the strength of the "dragon bone". It had only been a few minutes before he was tired and sweating profusely.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old woman walked out of the longhouse, and Alfonso saw her as if she had been pardoned: "Esther, come and help me!"

The woman laughed and hurried away, dispersing the chattering and noisy group of children around Alfonso.

The knight sat down on the sand in the clearing, gasped for breath, took out a heavy money bag from his bosom, and handed it to Esther: "This is the king's reward from last month, and the salary of the office, with which you can buy some clothes and toys for the children." By the way, the hole in the east wall, remember to find a cement maker to fill it......"

Esther interrupted Alfonso's words: "My lord, you donated all your savings to buy this land and take in us homeless war orphans, we really can't take your money anymore." In fact, Erico and I usually mend clothes for people, and the children can tie silk flowers and make paper towels, and we have already patched up a lot of household ......."

Alfonso slipped the purse into Esther's arms and walked out of the orphanage. The woman was left alone, holding a heavy money bag, and looked stupidly in the direction where he had disappeared.