The wind in the corridor was suddenly blowing, and the night wind was cold and heavy, and the inhabitants of Worms were already asleep, and even the thieves and robbers should be busy with their work and resting at this moment. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The torches illuminated the sewers, and the wailing shadows of the kobolds lying on the stone platforms on both sides reflected on the walls, fangs and claws, like ghosts.

Four men stood in the middle of the road in a ditch full of mud and filth, facing each other.

Jason looked at Ketuma and Thor for a long time, he bent down slightly, broke the protruding mouth of the kobold he had just killed, and thrust the torch in his left hand with all his might, then got up and drew his sword from the corpse, and pointed at Ketuma sarcastically.

"Lord Thor—" The kobold was surprisingly calm, his stubby paws clenching his sword tightly, and said to the barbarian behind him in a peculiar and strange accent:

"Please don't meddle in this fight, okay?"

"Huh?" Both Thor and Jason on the other side were stunned by Ketuma's slightly arrogant request.

"But......" Thor pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist, a hint of worry on his face, and the two people in front of him gave him a special sense of danger.

At first glance, a person dressed in luxury is a character who should not appear in the sewer, and although he is not a warrior at first glance, a person dressed in such a way will not come to the sewer simply for the purpose of killing people for fun.

Not to mention the other person, the murderous aura emanating from his body could be felt even from such a distance.

"This man is definitely not easy to deal with—I'm afraid he is even more powerful than the barbarians of the island. Thor looked Jason up and down, his casual posture was flawless, seemingly unguarded, but he could attack from any angle at any time.

With such a sophisticated posture, Thor asked himself if he couldn't do it, and he estimated that among the people he knew, he was afraid that only Kratos could win against this person.

Clenching his palms and rubbing the sweat oozing from his palms, in the face of such an enemy, Thor thought that the two of them might not be opponents together, and now Ketuma was going to face it alone, which made Thor very worried.

"I want to join Master Thor and kill him here at once—" Ketuma said word for word, his barking accent unable to hide the anger in his words.

"But I must give him the opportunity to fight one-on-one, which is the chivalry that must be observed when facing another nobleman—fairness. ”

"Aristocrat?" Thor looked at Jason in disbelief, his face full of doubts, how could there be a nobleman dressed in such tatters, he felt that this person did not look like a nobleman, but like a soldier who had just retired from the battlefield.

Jason Speza put away his insolent smile, and the expression on his face gradually distorted, as if Ketuma's words were constantly stirring his surging anger, and his eyes were half-squinted, staring coldly at the dwarf kobold who raised his sword in front of him.

"Yes, he has a shield on his leather armor as a coat of arms," Ketuma continued to explain to Thor, and even Dejan Seraphim, who was following Jason, listened with interest.

"Although the teacher did not tell me which family's emblem the scepter was, he said that only knights could use a shield that symbolized 'protection' to make heraldic shading. ”

As Ketuma explained, Thor looked hard at the old leather armor on the man's chest, trying to find the scepter shield mark that the kobold said, but never saw it, until Jason himself reached out and stroked a certain part of his chest, Thor faintly saw a shield-shaped white spot that seemed to be engraved with some pattern.

"Knows a lot, little mouse—" Jason said calmly.

He gently stroked the emblem on the leather armor on his chest that had faded away with the passage of time.

It was a small silver-white shield with a scepter carved into it in the shape of a sun wheel.

Jason's memories seemed to go back to the past, the place that was once considered glory to him, but now silently sealed away as pain.

In the largest and grandest chamber of the Silver Castle, the king of Lorraine, Lothair III, slowly descended from the glittering throne.

The valiant attendants, armed with swords and armor, stood on their sides, and the king was flanked by eunuchs holding silver bowls with clear water in them.

Jason still remembered what the King said to them with a wry smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, I can only baptize you with this water that has not been blessed by the God of Light, and not long ago, the Holy Vestment Society also betrayed the kingdom. ”

It was the year of the Frost Moon War, and it was the coldest Frost Moon Jason had ever experienced. The kingdom of Lorrain is under siege on all sides, and Obertan, Fran, the Church, and careerists who covet the kingdom's land extend their claws to Lorraine, and the Grand Duke Conrad stands by and allows the whole country to fall into a desperate situation.

"From now on, you will be knights—knights of House Lothair. This sentence from the mouth of Lothair III was once enshrined in Jason as a holy canon, and the knight of the Lothair family, he would wake up with a smile in his dreams, and for this reason he vowed to defeat any enemy who dared to attack and defend the kingdom.

But where is he now?

The sound of "ticking" water in the sewer has not stopped, Jason Spessa shakes his long sword, and even a kobold, a mouse, and a mouse dare to give himself "fairness"?

Now even the miscellaneous people living in the sewers have begun to flaunt their chivalry? What is the knight who has lost his country, his master, and his home?

An evil fire ignited in Jason's belly, and anger, frustration, sorrow, sadness, all the emotions fermented in his heart, mixed together and gushed out like a volcanic eruption.

"That's right—" Jason snapped his hands as he raised his sword-wielding right hand and exchanged a blow with his left.

"But alas, I don't like every word you say at all—and your rotten lingua franca accent. Tightly tied to his leggings, he trampled through the mud and walked towards Ketuma.

"The kobold, who can't even see the light, will live in the sewers all his life—remember," he said, drawing closer and raising his sword, the cold light flickering.

"Don't open your mouth and shut your chivalry in the next life—the god of light isn't looking at you at all—kobold!" the blade burst through the air, and with a swift and fierce sweep, it seemed to cut the wind at Ketuma.

Thor struck a force on both feet, jumped back to the side, and pressed his hands to the ring knife at his waist, looking at Ketuma worriedly.

He really wanted to step forward and fight the kobold together, but he also knew that he must not move until Ketuma asked for help from him, it was not a matter of victory or defeat, although they had not been together for a long time, Thor already understood that this stubborn kobold had a strong belief and would never allow himself to interfere easily.

"Damn, I don't know what kind of teacher can teach this kind of student. "Apparently Ketuma who lives in the sewers is not really a knight, and it has always had the so-called knightly standard to demand that it must have something to do with the teacher.

At this time, in addition to cursing, Thor could only hope that Ketuma's teacher would not only give him these stereotypical spirits, but also teach him some knightly swordsmanship that could really be used to save his life.

Fortunately, it seems that the rapier on the back of the kobold is not a decoration, and Jason's menacing slash "Zheng" is accurately separated by Ketuma with the tip of the sword, but Thor understands that the battle has just begun.