"In other words, both Lordaeron and the Silver Hand are gone, are they?" Grian muttered to himself, he was still stuck in Redpass's narration and didn't come out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The Silver Hand has always been there." A light lit up in Redpass's hand. "The Dawn Light is planning to reorganize the Silver Hand, a Silver Hand that is more advanced in thought, stronger in body, and more devout in faith."

"You admire your leader?" Redpass's eyes told him so.

"He's a brother to all of us." Redpass raised his head slightly. "He will lead us to a path of light that has never been seen before."

"At least your armor is 'bright.'" Grian doesn't judge people he hasn't met.

"Our cities are brighter!" Redpass smiled. "You should go back and check it out."

"I can't go back." Grian sighed. "This is my hometown, and this is also the place where my bones are buried."

"Maybe." Redpass shrugged.

"Do you want my help?" Grian looked at the silent, busy paladins around him. "You guys look like you're building a shed?"

"Yes." Redpass nodded. "A recruiting office."

"Recruitment? What to recruit? Gerry was unconsciously alert.

"Recruit poor homeless people and give them jobs that allow them to be self-reliant." Redpass looked around. "This land can no longer satisfy people's demands for him."

"How can I help?" Grian asked.

"If you're not sure, can you help me find a few people who are familiar with the local situation?" Redpass said with a smile. "Be very familiar."

"Yes." Grian stood up from the slightly cool stone. "They'll report to you in ten minutes."

"Thank you." Redpass nodded, turned and went on chopping his own stake.

Grian looked at Redpass's back, then at the paladins around him, who had never looked at him, and turned away.

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"You haven't told me exactly what to do, Mentor." Benny and Anduin had just walked out of the church, like the prince, who was already asking a little impatiently.

"What is the most important role of prayer?" Instead of answering Anduin's question, Benny asked.

"Bring yourself closer to the Light?" Anduin was accustomed to the guru's 'answer to the question'.

"It's to make my mind calmer and get rid of the negative influences in my mind, like -----," Benny smiled. "Impatience."

"Okay." Anduin nodded helplessly.

"In the next lesson, I'll show you how to steer people's minds in a good direction, and now it'---- time for us to go back."

"But it's only noon." Anduin said as he looked up at the sun that was about to walk overhead.

"You're going to practice swordsmanship in the afternoon." Benny patted Anduin on the shoulder and walked in the direction of Stormwind Fortress.

"Mentor!" Anduin caught up with Banni. "Will you teach me all the time?"

"Of course not." Benny said directly. "I have my own responsibilities to fulfill, just like you."

"Oh." Anduin forgot for a moment that the teacher he considered very erudite was also a 'king'.

"Can I go to Stratholme, then?" Anduin asked.

"Absolutely." Benny smiled. "But that will be a long time later."

"And what about my schoolwork?" Anduin had just learned something, something useful, and he didn't want to interrupt these interesting and useful lessons.

"Your mentor is Lord Veron, Anduin, a great immortal whose age alone requires us all to look up to." Benny paused and continued. "He is the most suitable teacher for you, whether it is about the Light or anything else."

"But I've learned a lot from you, whether it's about the Light or anything else, and in just a few days."

"Then remember it and validate it later in life." Benny said with a smile. "I can't teach you much, Anduin, I'm not much older than you."

"You're a genius." Anduin knew the age of his mentor, and that's why he thought so.

"I'm not going to leave here anytime soon." Benny accepts Anduin's little fancy. "Your Excellency Wei Lun won't be able to come back anytime soon, so I can continue to teach you something."

"I'll try to learn!" Anduin said earnestly.

"Well, as a reward for complimenting me, I can take you to a meal, I'll treat you." Benny pointed to the bridge not far away. "Let's go to the Old Town."

"Hmm!" Anduin quickened his pace with some excitement.

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"Name?" Redpass smiled as he looked at the farmer in front of him who was nervously rubbing his hands. "Don't be nervous, it's just a simple registration, we need to understand your situation before we can arrange a job for you."

"Jace." The farmer's nervousness did not abate in the slightest, he did not know if it was the right choice to come here, but there was no other way for him to go.

"Age?" For a farmer, it's normal not to have a surname.

"31 years old."

Redpass looked up, and the wrinkles on his face didn't look like he was 31.

"Married?"

"Nope." He can't live anymore, how can he get married.

"Do you know anything else but farming?"

"I will raise livestock." The farmer hesitated. "I can also make simple leather."

Redpass looked up after taking notes on paper.

"Are you sure you want to live on a new continent?"

"There's no way to live here, Lord Knight." The farmer smiled wryly, he didn't care where he went as long as there was a way to live.

Redpass looked at the farmer again and nodded at the paladin standing next to him, who handed over a package.

"It's some food and household items." Redpass placed the package in front of the farmer. "You're still living here for the time being, and your current job is to help us do some manual work in our makeshift hospital here, would you like to?"

"Yes!" The farmer stared at the package in front of him, nodding his head.

"Get out of here and someone will tell you how to do it." Redpass gestured behind him.

The farmer stood up and picked up the package on the table with some hesitation.

"It's yours." Redpass said with a smile.

The farmer clutched the package tightly and walked towards the door behind Redpass.

"Next!" Redpass rubbed his aching neck and shouted, he regretted a little that he hadn't applied for two clerks. (To be continued.) )