Avery Magdour is an unknown carpenter in the city of Lero.

Like the rest of the craftsmen, he had a burly body, always with his long, messy hair, unadorned beard, and a shabby shirt, and busy in the small shop.

Avery was lazy, and two of the three days in the shop were clean, and there were no other carpenters with sawdust on the floor, and it would always take a long time to get what he wanted.

Avery loved to drink, and often drank unconscious in the tavern on the corner, and the next day he got up and told them that he had gone on strike today, closing the door and letting the guests shout and curse outside, and fell asleep on his own.

Avery was so hot-tempered that the apprentices who came to the shop to learn the carpenter's trade would always leave in less than three days, and then curse and think about when to throw a basin of dirty water on the door of Avery shop.

The lords who knew Avery didn't want to pay attention to him, wondering when this bastard would not survive, get out of Liero City, and he would be able to clean up for a few days.

But Avery still lived so uncomfortably, and from time to time he could get a few jobs from some unknown fool, and then leave the destitute shop with the advance pay, order a few glasses of inferior ale at the tavern on the corner, and whistle at the dancers in the tavern.

Avery is such a bastard in the eyes of the people, maybe one day he will be suddenly found dead in the ditch and no one will attend his funeral, and the lords will breathe a sigh of relief and quickly forget that there was such a person in the city of Lero.

And now, Avery is staying in his room, **** up, bowing his head and praying.

The room was very clean, or rather...... Shabby.

In this small, windowless stone room, there was nothing but a wooden table, a chair, a basin of water, a neat bed, and a half-burned white candle.

Oh...... No, there are two things besides these.

A delicate silver cross, and an old Bible.

No one ever knew that Avery was a believer, he had no friends, and naturally no one would be invited into his room.

The room was quiet, as if it were two different planes from the noisy world outside, with only the muffled voice of Avery praying and the faint light of the cross.

"May the splendor of the Holy Church shine upon the world!"

Avery uttered his last prayer, took a razor from his bosom, and slowly shaved off his deliberately long brown hair and beard that obscured most of his face, revealing a mature and resolute face.

Picking up a handful of water from the tub and washing his face, Avery got up and walked to the stone bed, and lifted the futon from it, revealing a suitcase inlaid with a silver cross.

Opening the box, Avery took out the pure black clothes from it, put it on neatly, and took out a few pieces of equipment from it to put them on, then Avery closed the box, held its handle and held it in his hand.

Before leaving, Avery looked at the mirror made of clear water, looking at his face that seemed to have not changed over the years with a hint of self-deprecation, and then Avery took out a white mask from the inside of his trench coat and put it on his face.

The moment the mask was put on Avery Avery's face, his whole person changed, and his originally muddy eyes became sharp, like a sharp knife that people dare not look at directly, as if one more look, the next moment you will be cut off by the waist.

The bastard carpenter who used to be a bastard is gone, and in his place is the [Night Watchman] codenamed [White Mask]!

White Mask hung the light-filled emblem of the Cross on his chest, retrieved the old Bible, and opened the door to leave the lonely hut.

The originally bright candlelight shook unwillingly under the mockery of the door wind, and finally dissipated, and the whole room returned to darkness, just like the [night watchman] is accustomed to hunting.

……

The room on the top floor of the magic tower is very spacious, with all kinds of books on the shelves, and all kinds of strange magical objects are piled up on the table, slightly cluttered. In the center of the room sat an old magician, in front of him was a low table with a crystal ball on it.

"My lord, do you really want to use the magic tower?" An old magician in an earthy yellow robe said to the crystal ball.

On the other side of the crystal was another old magician in a green robe, who looked older than the earthy-yellow robed magician, with a withered description and a deep worry on his face: "My instincts tell me that there is something wrong behind this riot!" It's not good! ”

"They may not have discovered the secret of the magic tower! If we act, we may expose ourselves! A young mage in a silver-white robe, wearing glasses and looking like a scholar, said, "We should wait for the garrison to settle this matter, I believe they will take care of it!" ”

"Without action, are we watching our people being slaughtered? Now is not the time to hesitate! Another magician guarding the magic tower spoke.

"But ......"

The mages in the crystal ball all voiced their opinions, arguing with the magicians who would start the magic tower and the magicians who supported keeping the secret.

"Enough! Be quiet! ”

The old magician shouted at the magicians' discussions, and because of the old magician's prestige, the voices in the crystal ball disappeared.

"Well, maybe I'm really old," said the old magician, with emotion, "I didn't know that someone had crept into my magic tower!" ”

The old magician took his wand from the side, got up from the blanket he was sitting on, and turned back to the empty room.

Footsteps sounded, and out of the darkness came a man in a cloak, wearing a white mask, carrying a suitcase, a cross around his neck, and an old Bible in his hand.

"I remember that the city of Liro is a city without the freedom of faith of the Templar Church, what the hell do you think that you dare to appear in front of us so blatantly?" The old magician stared at Avery with a dangerous aura.

"I'm no longer a Templar Fighting Priest, but I still believe in the gods of the Templar!" Avery saluted the old magician, "Hello, the true chief magician of Lero City, the second [Glory] powerhouse of Lero City secretly, Mage Simidan Slore! ”

"Simidan! Can I help you? A sound came from the crystal ball, and it was clear that Avery's arrival had alarmed the magicians.

"No!" Simidan lightly rejected the kindness of his colleagues and stared at Avery Avenue, "Hmph! I don't remember any of my trespassing Church friends! ”

"As I said, I'm no longer a Templar Fighting Priest!" In the face of Simidaan's hostility, Avery didn't care, but smiled, "I'm a [Night's Watchman] now! ”

As he spoke, Avery stretched out his hand, and the back of his hand slowly lit up with a silvery white light, carving a coat of arms on Avery hand!

That's a lamp!

With the appearance of this coat of arms, a vast and lonely aura emanated from Avery's body.

Simedan's eyes widened as he looked at the lamp-like crest on the back of Avery hand, felt the vast and lonely aura on his body, nodded, and his gaze softened: "'The lonely watcher with the lamp'!" It seems that you are indeed a Night Watchman! ”

"Lord Simidan?"

"I used to fight alongside the [Night's Watch], and I won't be mistaken!" Xi Midan waved his hand at the crystal ball and smiled, "Do you know the [Golden Hook]?" How is he now? ”

"Huh! 【Golden Hook】Senior, please let me come here! Seniors are good! Avery nodded and said, then his tone became stern, "Senior Simidan, please activate the magic tower immediately!" ”

"Oh? Why, although there is chaos in the city now, it hasn't reached that point yet, has it? Simidan asked with a smile, as if he wasn't the one who wanted to activate the magic tower just now.

"Your instincts are not wrong, senpai! I smell the breath of the abyss! It's very light, but it's real! ”

"What? Abyss?! ”

"In that case, we're going to have to use the Magic Tower!"

"But once you use the magic tower, then it will be ...... Damn it! What exactly do they want to do? ”

“……”

The magicians in the crystal ball were all fried and discussed, they did not doubt Avery 's words, which was completely different from the vigilance just now.

"Magicians are wary of hypocrites called the Templar, but they are willing to trust the lonely Night's Watch, even if they are a group of drinking bastards!" This is a phrase that was once widely circulated by a magician, and it represents the attitude of a magician towards his enemies and friends.

The old magician was just trying to silence the magicians on the other side of the crystal ball when a thunderclap suddenly sounded outside!

The old magician came to the window, through which he felt the wind and the ominous aura of the city as the magic flow of the summoning circle activated.

Looking at the expanding black cloud vortex, Simidan came to the crystal ball and ordered the magicians:

"Regardless of what happens in the future, activate the magic tower now!"

"The wind is blowing!"