If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for Mommer to believe that a person's swordsmanship could break through the shackles of rank and directly involve the realm of law, for example, it is as incredible as a child who has not learned to walk suddenly learns to run. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Law Realm? Captain! You're not kidding, are you? ”

The gun-carrying knight was dumbfounded when he heard this, obviously unable to accept this fantastical fact.

"Words are a little hard to explain, but I still have to act to explain it." Momer shook his head and said, "Now, take out the defensive posture you just used to intercept the opponent's sword, and I will use slow motion to analyze the doubts in your heart." ”

The spear-carrying knight hurriedly stepped back and complied, the head of the gun was down, his hands were held at both ends of the barrel of the gun, his expression was solemn, his eyes were fixed on the other party, and after a moment, he nodded and signaled that the preparations were complete.

Mommer slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, imitating Xia Lan's previous sword action and said, "I will slow down my sword speed, and you just need to concentrate and see my attack and defend with all your might." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mommer drew his sword, as he said, he did slow down the speed of his sword, and his movements were soothing and gentle, looking like an actor with a light and graceful gait in a stage play, and every movement was pleasing to the eye.

But in the eyes of the Lance Knight, no matter how slow Ren Momer's movements were, there was an infinite killing intention, and his mind was now very calm, and his mind was focused on the long sword wielded by the other party, and he wanted to stare wide to see how that sword broke through his defenses.

When the long sword slowly pierced his heart, the gunman's battle instinct naturally swung his gun to block the threat of the long sword, but who expected that the gun in his hand did not stop the long sword at all as if it touched the air, and could only watch the long sword pointed at his heart.

"Now you see?"

Mommer said with his sword against the Spear Knight's heart.

The Lancer subconsciously shook his head.

"Ahh

Mommer sighed and unsheathed his sword.

"Do you know why your gun didn't stop my sword?"

The Lancer continued to shake his head.

"Because my sword has changed the laws of space around me, in fact, my sword has disappeared into the space in front of you before your spear intercepts it." Mommer explained. "The sword you see is nothing more than a projection left in real space."

"You mean, no matter how much I intercept, I can't stop that sword from piercing my heart?" The Lancer said dejectedly.

"Actually, you have done your best, He Nai's sword is beyond your level of understanding, maybe you won't fully understand it until the day you step into the realm of laws."

Mommer patted him on the shoulder, then turned away without further words.

He still had some things to tell the other party because he was afraid that they would hit him deeper.

He just simulated Xia Lan's sword and roughly explained the principle, although the surface effect was the same, but Momer knew very well that no matter how much he imitated it, it would be difficult to reach the height of Xia Lan's sword. For example, in the same distance race, Mommer reached the end in a short time by taking a shortcut, but Xia Lan reached the end in an instant as if he was using a teleportation circle. One can imagine the gap between the two in terms of interpreting the law.

Mommer was now eager to ask Hereth in person, where did she find such a monster? Just based on the other party's amazing swordsmanship, could it be that he has been practicing swords since his mother's womb? The most important thing is his age, how old is he? Seventeen? Eighteen? When he reaches Momer's age, the devil knows how strong he will be!

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Under the leadership of the adjutant Kassar, Xia Lan first received a full set of equipment belonging to him from the quartermaster's office, and the variety and quality of the variety were so high that people could not help but sigh at the wealth of the Templar.

Four sets of winter and summer uniforms, two sets of combat armor, long swords, riding spears, bows and daggers, everything you can think of is equipped with weapons and equipment, even the horses are equipped with three, and perhaps the only regret is that as a new Templar, it may take a long time to obtain the custom-made exclusive weapons.

People tend to wear new clothes as soon as they buy them, and Xia Lan is no exception, because he needs to check whether the clothes and armor fit, after all, it is a matter of flexible body stretching in battle.

It has to be said that the formal attire of the Templars is extremely glamorous in appearance, which is very in line with the aesthetics of the times, and the spiritual temperament of the body is completely new, even Xia Lan, an executioner who has killed countless people, can exude a solemn and sacred beauty.

"Looks like you're enjoying the Templar outfit."

At some point, Mommer arrived at the barracks where Sharan had settled.

"Most people like to go for beautiful things, don't they?" Xia Lan stepped on his heavy boots, turned to look at the other party, and said, "For me, the pure white attire of the Templars is what I really want. ”

"It turns out that you haven't forgotten the mutual talk at the beginning." Mommer chuckled. "Unfortunately, you're not a Knight of the Law right now, so I can't recommend you to the Templar vetting sequence."

"Half a year ago, would you have believed that I had come this far?" Xia Lan pulled the soft iron gloves on his hand, he liked this pair of gloves very much, soft and rigid, I don't know what kind of material it was woven from.

"I don't think even Herris, who arranged for you to come here, would have thought of it." Momer Road.

"Has she contacted you lately?" Charland Road.

"No, she only contacted me when something happened." Momer Road.

"Your relationship is not as strong as I thought it would be." Charland Road.

"Don't forget who she is." Momer Road. "She's a witch, the witch of this generation, a witch whose name is still not erased on the Templar's most wanted list, do you think she'll casually swagger out on the enemy's territory waiting to be discovered?"

"No, it won't." Xia Lan said: "I just want to know her next arrangement." ”

"You just have to wait now, and what should come will always come." Momer Road.

"Have you had a recent assignment? I want to go out and have an event. "Charland.

"Do you know the security problems caused by the recent influx of refugees in the town of Cologne?" Mommer asked.

"Yes." Charland Road. "Does the mission have anything to do with this?"

"Yes, there are clues that it seems that someone is secretly inciting the rebellion against the refugees, and if it is not stopped, I am afraid that the whole town of Cologne will cause a series of unrest." Momer Road.

"Isn't that what Herries would love to see? Do you want to stop it? "Charland.

"I just need to know who is behind it, so as not to act like a fool who knows nothing, and as for the rest, I have to give some perfunctory information to the above." Momer Road.

"Leave this question to me, it just so happens that I'm also interested in the identity of the person behind the scenes." Charland Road.

"Before you do that, you have to be clear about one thing." Momer's tone sank suddenly. "Some time ago, three of the spies sent to the refugee area to investigate have already disappeared, and we Templars will only be dispatched as a last resort."

"Tsk, things are far from being as simple as imagined!" Xia Lan said with a subtle expression: "When is the last time to restrict?" ”

"Three weeks." Mommer held up three fingers and said, "If there is no result in three weeks, the town hall of Cologne will send troops to expel all the refugees." ”

"When can I go?" Charland Road.

"Anytime." "Under my hands you will always be free." ”

"I love freedom!"

Xia Lan smiled slightly, took a step past Momer, and left the barracks directly.

After a long time, the adjutant Kasar walked into the barracks, and at a glance he saw Momer sitting in front of the bed, pensive.

"My lord, do you really let him go and investigate?"

"Of course...... No. Mommer shook his head. Don't worry, I've already arranged a backhand, and he's just a pawn for me to attract the other person's attention. ”

"Hopefully he won't accidentally die in this investigation." Casal prayed casually.

"Are the autopsy results out there?" Mommer didn't mention it, and digressed from the subject.

"It's out." Casal nodded, "All the spies died of a ruptured heart, and the strange thing is that none of them have the slightest trace of trauma on their bodies. ”

"I see." Mommer stood up and said, "We really bumped into a big fish this time,"

"What kind of people would dare to make trouble in the heart of the Templars? Aren't they afraid of the Templars' fierce counterattack? Casal said confusedly.

"At the end of the day, it's the enemy of the enemy, remember, we're just a bunch of spectators right now, and it's far from our turn to strike." Momer said solemnly.

"The enemy of the enemy may be a friend." Casal Road.

"The enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend, but it must be something that can be exploited."

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Leaving the camp, he rode his horse straight to Cologne, and halfway through the desert, Charan changed his Templar outfit to an elegant uniform to create the image of a powerful family as much as possible. Camouflage is a science, deception is an art, and he believes that there are countless pairs of eyes in Cologne that are secretly observing in the dark, and that he will have to make a makeover if he wants to get out of their way and investigate in peace.

Just because he lost his disguise skill doesn't mean he will never be able to disguise again.

Control the facial muscles to thin the cheeks, draw the eyebrows at the corners of the eyes, glue a fake beard, wear dark green contact lenses, and simply change the appearance, and the image of a polite gentleman is suddenly presented to the world.

It's a pity that the buttocks of the war horses are branded with the temple mark, it is not easy to erase, and forcibly erasing it will only hurt the war horse. (To be continued.) )