"Knight, what is it? His eyes see through sin; His mouth speaks the truth; His heart is full of righteousness; Its sword, cut away sin! ”

- Lucky 'Pseudo-Knight': Nikola Fehlman

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"How's it going, Tiny, is it done?" The lazy man lay on a stone by the altar and yawned. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The canyon is foggy and the terrain is varied. In some areas, there are endless plains, in other areas there are barren areas made of rubble, and in other areas, there is only a muddy area and no weeds to be seen.

The altar is in the rocky area. The stone is engraved with damp and mottled marks.

Tini's emaciated body was now even smaller in the mage's robes. His face was a little pale, and his mana was consumed a lot.

"Almost, don't be so rambling! Prepare for the unmasking technique to end, and no one knows what will happen. ”

"Yes~Yes~" The lazy man sat up and stretched, still slacking off.

"Tiney, get ready to leave. Once the spell is complete, evacuate from the altar to avoid accidents. Rockwell said in a deep voice.

"Hmm." Tini nodded cautiously.

Once something happens after the spell is completed, the most dangerous thing is naturally him, the caster standing on the altar.

The reason why Rockwell took it so seriously was because their elves could no longer afford to lose. What's more, if it is the loss of an eleventh-order spellcaster, once this kind of thing happens, it will be a disaster.

The current elven empire looks huge, but the upper echelons are very weak. If the top of a pyramid is missing a corner, it is likely to lead to the scrapping of the entire pyramid. Because, it may still be fine in the sun, but once it rains, it will be poured into countless waters.

The elven clan, the existence of the eleventh order of the Holy Order, only the three of them remained.

Even if it is a human race, there are five or six people in the eleventh order of the Holy Rank. There are nearly a dozen orcs and dragons, and even dozens of dragons.

The existence beyond the Holy Order that fought before was not an elven race. At the moment of the fight, Rockwell judged it. But the one next to him, whether he was an elf or not, must belong to the temple forces, and the aura of holiness is too strong, and it is difficult to admit his mistake.

With a loud bang, Rockwell's thoughts were quickly pulled back.

"Boom..."

Something was going on on on the altar, and the luster of the bottom pattern was dimming and disappearing.

Tini had already left the altar and stood beside him, staring intently at the changing pattern. Scowdario also looked at the altar carefully at the moment, his eyes shining. ... Eyes shining? Anyway, this guy must not have a good idea.

Rockwell sighed, just about to speak. However.

"Boom!"

I don't know where the loud noise came from.

The array on the altar suddenly turned from white to red. A pillar of light rose into the sky.

The treasure was born.

His gaze shrank violently, but not because of the treasure. Rather, it was the formation in the center of the altar, glowing red, and a dark aura gushing out.

This is... Sealing Array!

Obviously, the treasure was used as a repressive weapon to seal the magic array in the center.

However, with only a small mutilation, the sealing array was destroyed by the creatures inside. What a shrewd 'sealed'.

Tini had an unhappy look on his face, Rockwell was also frowning, but the lazy man looked curiously at the center of the array, wanting to see what the sealed creature was.

There was no fear on the faces of the three of them, after all, they were all eleventh-order powerhouses. Since the seal has been broken and the creatures inside have escaped, then it is necessary to kill it.

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"Nikolai Fehlman, put your weapons up!"

A stern rebuke was close to the ear, accompanied by a sneer.

"Yes, yes!"

Nikolai panicked and cocked his gun, which hung limply on the ground.

"Nikolai! Knight, have an immortal heart! Weapons never bow their heads! The middle-aged man with a beard, a steel iron helmet, and white armor looked at him seriously.

The instructors were as stern as ever.

He joined the Knights Templar and was selected as a member of the Knights of the Gods. Nikolai knew he wasn't qualified.

Yes, that's right, because he was chosen by luck.

The draw took three byes and went directly to the Knights of the Gods. It's a dream of luck, but maybe it's a bit cruel.

As such, he was seen as a pseudo-knight who served the god of luck.

"Hey, Lucky Knight, your 'gun' is always down, are you still young?"

Naughty voices echoed around them, causing laughter.

Nikolai was silent.

Although the owner of this indecent ridicule will definitely be punished slightly by the instructor, there are still many people who are happy to snicker.

It's okay, it's okay, Nikolai.

Nikolai suppressed his voice and held the spear in his hand.

"Nikolai usually practices very seriously, why do you laugh at people like that?"

"What do you know, a mere untouchable has become a god-serving knight by luck~"

"Well, what was the result? I've worked so hard, and I'm still a lucky knight at the bottom of the school year. ”

"But maybe he can get God's favor if he rubs it? Flutter~"

"Shhh

――Even if you lower the volume, you can still hear it.

These whispers are supposed to be intentional. The sounds of the surrounding heads and ears were loud enough for Nikolai to hear.

"That's the end of today's training, but until then... Nikolai, you, out of the ranks. ”

"Yes!"

"Tell me, what is this existence of a knight!"

Nikolai felt that the instructor would ask himself.

He came prepared for the loss, and there was no hesitation in this answer.

"His eyes see through sin; His mouth speaks the truth; His heart is full of righteousness; Its sword, cut away sin! ”

"Hmm..."

The instructor was speechless for a moment.

As the most fortunate knight at the bottom, he is also used as an object of ridicule and as a 'role model' for the instructor to inspire others.

"Even luck is part of strength, so if you don't have talent, don't expect luck from Knight Nikolai!"