"Elves, orcs, undead, vampires, etc., please don't make a fuss, and maintain the basic politeness and literacy as an apprentice of the Black Tower......"

-- Reminder from the Black Tower Library

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"Lord Gatsby, before I explain to you in detail, as a knight, I would like to ask Frey's permission, after all, this is a matter of Frey's personal privacy, and if he has no intention of revealing his hidden identity, I have nothing to say. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wayne moved his head, his eyes clearly blocked by the hood, but he was clearly "looking" at Frey's right arm as if he could see everything through the hood.

"Hidden identity?" Gatsby's eyes widened slightly, and he also noticed that Wayne was "looking" at Frey's right arm.

"Well, now that I've said that, I don't have to hide it, and besides, it's just a piece of the past, and since you respect me and treat me as a friend, I don't need to hide it."

Frey pulled up the sleeve above his right arm with his left hand, revealing his right arm, which was completely charred like black leather, as if it had been burned by flames.

"Sure enough, the traces of being burned by the divine power of the Yan system, I really didn't guess it, superb swordsmanship, a unique backhand sword, the 'Fire Emblem' on the right arm, you are indeed the well-known 'God Slayer' in the dungeon, in the Lower Black Flame Knight Wayne, it is really my great honor to meet you."

With that, Wayne nodded on one knee and gave Frey the same standard knightly salute as when he first entered.

"Godslayer? What the hell is going on? Gatsby saw Wayne so gifted, and the title of "God Slayer" sounded very powerful, and he also thought of him having afternoon tea with the head of the preparatory regiment.

Hearing Gatsby's question, Wayne stood up again and sat back on the couch.

"Lord Gatsby, please allow me to explain to you slowly, but I am not an eyewitness to this incident, I only know it through rumors by word of mouth, if there is anything wrong, please correct me."

Wayne "looked" into Frey's eyes again, "saw" Frey nodded, and then continued.

"If what I know is correct, two years ago, Frey used his swordsmanship to kill a paladin with divine powers in a duel."

"Kill a paladin in a duel with swordsmanship?" When Gatsby heard this, he also put the teacup in his hand back on the saucer, and Frey's eyes widened slightly, and an imperceptible flash of light flashed through Gatsby's eyes.

An ordinary person with no divine power, with swordsmanship, killed an apostle of the gods, a paladin with divine powers, which greatly exceeded the strength preset of Frey in Gatsby's heart.

"Perhaps the man I killed cannot be called a paladin, and it is against chivalry to use his bullying of the weak and provoking me to a duel." Hearing Frey's words, Wayne nodded slightly.

"But because of this, I was able to win by luck when I met a half-hung paladin, and if his mastery and use of divine power could reach a normal level, I would not be able to defeat him." Speaking of himself, Frey touched his nose, which always made Frey a little embarrassed.

"Was it provoked to duel with a paladin?" Gatsby picked up the teacup and took a sip, this impulsive step into the trap as soon as his mind was hot, it was indeed very similar to what Frey did, but the later result was that the designed paladin died, and Frey survived.

Frey's position as an "interesting friend" in Gatsby's mind has also changed, rising to "potential partner".

But Gatsby couldn't help but ask, "How did you overcome it?" Isn't the destructive power and defensive power of the paladin incomparable to ordinary people? ”

Gatsby has seen paladins who use divine powers, and with just the palm of their hands, they can use their divine powers to crumple the carriage into a ball of scrap metal, and when the paladin wraps his divine power around his body for defense, he can even carry cannonballs.

The difference in strength between those with divine power and those without divine power is like the difference between clouds and mud.

"Uh...... Well......" Frey scratched his head again, always feeling a little embarrassed.

Wayne also found this from Frey's head scratching his head and touching his nose, and if he wanted to talk about his heroic deeds back then, it would be a little difficult to speak.

Wayne also raised the squeaky Frey's mouth.

"If I'm not mistaken, the key to victory should be speed, right?"

"Speed?" Gatsby frowned slightly, obviously unable to understand.

Without strength, if you rely on speed alone, no matter how fast you are, you can only tickle the paladin, right?

Facing a frowning Gatsby, Wayne stood up.

"I can understand Lord Gatsby's incomprehension, but it's really speed, and if you want to understand it thoroughly, you need to have more understanding of divine power."

As he spoke, Wayne also pulled out the long sword in his black scabbard, and the sword body was also black.

Without hesitation, he slashed at his left hand.

I saw that the black long sword in Wayne's hand, and before he even slashed the black armor in his hand, it had already been bounced back by a layer of golden holy light.

It was like slashing on top of steel, and the sound of "bang" brought a few sparks.

This sudden act of "self-harm" made Gatsby's body on the sofa subconsciously lean back a little.

Wayne swung his sword at his left hand again, but this time it was significantly lighter than the first.

"Qiang"

This time, the golden light did not appear, and a sword mark was left on the metal armor of his left hand.

"I see." After Wayne's comparison, Gatsby also understood the relationship between divine power, destructive power, and defensive power.

It seems that the paladin's defense is not innate, but by controlling the divine power and wrapping himself, this can be defended.

If the paladin doesn't have time to defend with his divine power, or when he uses all his divine power to attack, he attacks unexpectedly, even if the paladin is no different from an ordinary person, he will also bleed and be injured.

Seeing Gatsby touching his chin with one hand and nodding slightly, Wayne put away his sword.

"I don't know exactly how Frey did it, but if I were Frey, I would use my agility to dodge and provoke the opponent with words, deliberately showing flaws when the opponent is angry, so that the opponent thinks that I have succeeded, and launch a full blow to myself, and then defeat him before he has time to switch defenses.

Judging from the provocative behavior of this half-hung paladin, the possibility of success is extremely high. ”

"Pretty much what you think, Wayne." Frey nodded.

Gatsby also understood, "I see, Wayne, you said it earlier, I thought you and Frey had some personal vendettas." ”

Regarding the feeling that a swordsman cherishes each other and can't help but fight with his sword, Gatsby can understand it even though he is not a swordsman.

"It's just that Wayne didn't use the right words, right? Why have I never heard of the 'god killer' title that everyone knows? I'm not one of those lonely people, am I? ”

"Uh...... Lord Gatsby, you really can't be blamed for being unheard, but the 'God Killer' is indeed well known, but the word 'dungeon' must be added in front of it, as for this news, it was already sealed when it happened, and you live in the city-state of the surface fortress all year round, so you should not know it.

Fry, you must have lived in a cell for a while, right? ”

"Indeed, but it's only six months, okay." Frey opened his mouth to confirm Wayne's questioning, and confessed to the "criminal experience", and his face did not change.

"Isn't this a duel? Isn't there no responsibility for the death of the other party under the Holy Land Act?

Why are you still being convicted, and what is the matter with this blocking of news. Gatsby frowned, clearly indignant at the injustice that had befallen Frey.

Wayne smiled.

"Lord Gatsby, there are many things in this world that you don't know, the prosperity of the earthly city-states is based on a mimicry world built by the Holy Land.

You haven't been to the dungeon yourself, but when you actually see the world underground, you'll understand what I'm talking about.

The news of Frey's victory in the duel with the paladin, of course, cannot be spread, this is a symbol, an ordinary person without divine power, defeated the apostle of God, an ordinary person, and made God bleed.

If this spreads, do you think God's authority and deterrence are still there?

Especially in the past 20 years when the Black Tower betrayed and the paladins were obviously unable to maintain peace, people's belief in God has long been no longer firm, and if this matter is allowed to spread again, I am afraid it will affect the rule of the 'King Arthur, the son of God'. ”

Hearing this, Gatsby, who had always been proud of his experience, looked at the teacup in front of him and fell into deep thought.

It was only at this moment that I realized my shallowness.

"The current paladin, although he still wears shiny armor, is no longer the 'knight' he used to be.

The distorted and humble sense of honor, the abuse of power without mercy, has long been unworthy of the word knight. Speaking of this, Wayne's mouth visibly swept with disdain and disgust.

Gatsby was even more puzzled when he saw Wayne's mouth with emotion.

"If that's the case, these paladins are so disgusting to you, why would you even join the Templar Order?"

In Gatsby's opinion, Wayne, who insisted on chivalry a little bit in the middle, must have been extremely disgusted with the Templar Order, but he had personally told Gatsby before that he wanted to join the Knights.

"What ...... this?"

Wayne didn't answer right away, but reached out his left hand and gently stroked the hilt of the black saber at his waist.