Enori Desert.

The yellow sand and steaming heat blurred everyone's vision, and when Helgo looked into the distance, he could barely make out whether it was a man or an army of the undead.

The three saints said to her in a dream: Wait. But the Three Sages never told her who was coming and when it was coming. So when the big Povasilian knight arrived, she almost thought that the Three Saints had brought her rescuers, and the knight chief who was in the lead had also become the person that the Three Saints wanted her to wait for.

But after half an hour of contact with the young nobleman in front of him, Helge understood that the Three Sages would never send such a person to help him.

"What are you doing with all this nonsense, are the Ilmaris all cowards who love to grind?" Mikhail jumped onto the table, drew his sword, and pointed to the sky. "A true knight, a true man, should be fearless in his lair of the undead, cut off the heads of their leaders, and ......use the skulls of these skeletons as bowls," he said, wiggling his ass as if he were intoxicated by his own stirring speech.

"Is there something wrong with this man's brain......" Even the usually conscientious Rev. Mirto leaned into Helg's ear at this time and whispered.

"Maybe......" said Helga helplessly.

The support team of 120 Vasilian knights made a mighty journey from Nova Garand to the heart of the Inori Desert, with plenty of food, grass, supplies, and even glass wine bottles and magic lanterns for the ball. This group of Vasilian lords did not live up to expectations, and on the afternoon of the day they arrived, a very grand friendship exchange meeting was held. The venue for the dance was held inside the fence on their own side, which had to be camped outside the fence because of the large number of people who had to set up tents outside the fence, so the place was divided into two parts, the first part was the residential area of the Vasilian knights, and the other part was the camp that used to be their own.

At the friendship exchange, Mikhail fully demonstrated his self-righteous and imaginative personality and invited Helg to the center of the dance floor for a ballroom dance. Helge only learned to be silent and pray in the temple of the Three Saints, and in the Crystal Palace, although he also received some training in etiquette, this was never something he valued. There was no way, the young knight in front of him carried the support order specially sent by King Vasilia, and rushed over thousands of miles to solve the problem of the supply of grain, grass and materials.

Thus a peculiar picture was created - outside the camp was windy and sandy, but inside the camp there was a group of musicians playing the Vasilian harp and playing music to two young men, who were surrounded by a bewildered audience.

As he danced, Helge felt that not only his own people, but even Vasilia's group of knights and nobles could not stand Mikhail's actions. The group of knights who trained on the martial arts training ground every day were very obedient to the morality of knights and would not casually make some frivolous movements in the middle of the dance floor, so when they saw Mikhail dancing and groping with his right hand on Helge's back, their facial expressions were also extremely unnatural.

"You are so beautiful, miss, why did you choose such a boring profession as a priest?" said Mikhail, flicking the black bangs on his head, constantly fiddling with his handsome but disgusting face.

"This is my faith......"

"Faith or something, how can there be freedom and happiness great?" Mikhail chuckled, his left hand gently rubbing Helge's right hand. "I've seen more girls in this life, but I've never seen a beautiful woman as noble, so why don't you give up your profession as a priest and come to my mansion to be a free lady?"

"If you get out of here alive. Helge snorted coldly, his heart full of disdain. But on the other hand, she was a little frightened—a subtle change in her mood when Mikhail caress the skin of her back, and she is forced to stop it by the present occasion. The feeling was not disgusting, but Helga never felt it. This frightened Helge, who feared that she would betray the Three Saints because of some unspeakable physical stimulus—even an idea that seemed unforgivable to her.

When the ball was over, Helge knelt down in front of the altar of the Three Saints in his tent as usual and prayed, eager to hear the voices of the Three Saints again, but then an uninvited guest lifted the tent disturbed the otherwise noble and peaceful event.

Just by listening to the flirtatious footsteps, Helga knew who it was. In his right hand he holds a delicate crystal bottle filled with brown-red liquor, and in his left hand he holds two crystal goblets.

"To the great friendship of Vasilia and Ilmari!" Mikhail chuckled a few times, pouring the wine into two crystal glasses.

"What do you want to do? Don't you know that trespassing on the commander's tent is a great sin?" Helger's face was expressionless, and his voice was cold and haughty. Mikhail read the meaning of her words for the first time, then smiled and handed a wine glass to Helg.

"I'm also the commander of the Vasilian Order, and when a commander enters another commander's tent, it will only be seen as a matter of discussion, so how can it be called trespassing?" Mikhail added, seeing that Helg was indifferent to the glass he had handed him. "Taste this wine, it is a specialty of the White Tower, and it is usually only drunk by magicians. It's a pity that the nobles of Turan don't care about things outside of Icefog City, so the White Tower has become a major trading city in our country. The wine made by the White Tower is also unique, and it is probably only comparable to Frigeld's rum. ”

"Priests are not allowed to drink alcohol. Helge knelt down in front of the altar and turned his head.

"Hey, it's so annoying to be a pastor. Life is too short to have fun, and if you don't have fun when you can, you won't have a chance when you're old. God knows if we will be in danger tomorrow, so we might as well spend everything we have gained today. When you die, these happy things will not be carried by you to the dead world—at that time, I am afraid that only emptiness and loneliness will accompany you!"

"A pious priest in heaven can have all the things that cannot be enjoyed on earth. Helga said calmly. "The bliss of heaven is beyond your imagination, but it is a pity that the gates of heaven are not open to those who are only interested in pleasure when they are on earth. ”

"Do you think you are religious enough?" said Mikhail, who suddenly changed his words.

"I think I love the Three Saints and love anything in this world, although I can't compare to some of the great priests, but at least I've done my best. ”

"Are you religious enough?"

Helga was stunned for a moment.

"I think it's about the same......"

"Then why don't you die?"

"What!?"

"Hehe, don't you say that a devout believer who goes to heaven will enjoy endless glory and wealth? Then when you think you are pious enough, why don't you immediately get rid of the suffering of the world and fly to your so-called Pure Land of Bliss?

"I ......," Helgeton paused.

Mikhail laughed a few times. "In my opinion, there is no such thing as a paradise in this world. You live warmly and chicly when you live, and when you are old, you will have memories to accompany you. I don't know if there are three saints, but I only know that there is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow will be sorrowful, tomorrow will be sorrowful......"

Unreasonable. Helge scolded him a few times in his heart, and then began to try to talk to the Three Sages.

Mikhail walked casually around the tent, and after a moment of silence spoke again.

"You're a pastor and you're not allowed to drink alcohol, so can a pastor get married?"

"No, you can't. A devout pastor must be single-minded, and once a pastor has dedicated his body and mind to the Three Sages, there is no place for anyone else. ”

"That's the biggest reason why I hate the Three Holy Sects. Mikhail waved his hand and said, "I know you may not like to hear what follows, but if a faith interferes with a person's freedom and restricts the right to love and be loved, then the faith must be broken." ”

"It's a pity that just by moving your words, you can't shake the great position of the Three Holy Sects in the entire exiled kingdom. Helga snorted contemptuously.

"Helga, how did I hear that Nizhwar, the founder of Ilmar and one of the Three Sages, was still in love with an ordinary man who had been exiled from the Andalian continent?

"You...... That...... That's because their love is the most pure, and there is no way for ordinary people to compare with it...... Rather than defile your own canons, you should not love ......"

Mikhail shook his head. "Helge, did anyone say you were beautiful before?"

Helge frowned his brows, and said angrily, "What are you asking for such a thing? Are all your Vasilian nobles like you?"

"No, no, no. Mikhail laughed a few times. "How can those old aristocrats, who are only obsessed with power struggles, understand my thoughts?As for asking you this question, I just want to know a little more......" He looked at Helg like a prey, "You are long, thin, tall, fair-skinned, and bright-eyed. When he spoke, the corners of his mouth showed no signs of rising, and his eyes did not change in any way, and he was living like a noble beauty. I think there are probably a lot of men who fall in love with you. ”

"What exactly are you trying to express?"

"Me?" Mikhail snorted, slowly stepping forward. "Helga, do you want to spend your whole life on these boring things? you don't want to go through the exciting and wonderful things that transcend the laws of the Three Holy Sects......" He put his hand on Helgo's shoulder, and slid down her arm.

"You ......" Helger's teeth chattered with anger. "Believe it or not, it only takes three seconds for me to make you completely disappear from this world?"

"Oh, our priest would say such a cruel thing?" Mikhail laughed, then took his hand away from her body. "We all love thrills. Once a man has seen too many women, he wants to try new ones. The subjugation of a holy and noble priest by himself is probably something that all men cannot ask for......"

"Get out!" Helge trembled, almost picking up his scepter and asking the Three Saints to punish the guy who was speaking wild and insulting the church in front of him.

Mikhail shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Helge, but one day you'll fall into the hands of a man—maybe it's not me, but is there less of it?" he said before leaving, "Women are duplicitous, don't hide your instincts too much." ”

"Sin...... Sin ......" No matter how much Helge prayed, he could not erase Mikhail's nasty face from his mind. Especially the last few words he spoke, and the staccato words were still around her ears as Helg was ready to go to bed.

"One day you will fall into the hands of a man......"

"Shut up!"

She couldn't help but yell and stayed up all night.