Maxim's gaze kept looking back and forth over the boy's body, then he entered the temple until the figure disappeared. >

There was a cold light in his eyes, this was just a kid with low strength and didn't seem to have anything special, it was absolutely impossible to cause any harm to Charlemagne, but the last sentence had to attract his attention, was Charlemagne really just seriously injured, and not dead?

This question was of paramount importance to him, and after receiving the news that Charlemagne had died, the members of the Dough who knew about it did not pay much attention except for a few sighs of regret and sighs. First, because Charlemagne has completed the task, there is naturally no need to entangle with the Holy See at this time, and all the charges will naturally be borne by the mercenary group, and secondly, because this result also ensures that the secret of the mask is not exposed and is acceptable. \

And it is said that the reason why Charlemagne did not escape was because he was besieged by superior forces led by a bishop of the Holy See, and the battle was extremely fierce, and Maxim also went to the site afterwards to check, and it was indeed Charlemagne's "roar of the earth" caused the damage, which is even more certain, and accepted this seemingly extremely reasonable fact without further exploration.

But now...... Maxim frowned, with Charlemagne's skills, coupled with his natural skills, and the secret medicine to improve his strength, unless he encounters an opponent with a huge difference in strength, it is impossible to be captured alive anyway, but if this is true, then the consequences are also conceivable.

Damn it!

Maxim cursed. \The Holy See is said to have a lot of psychic magic, which means that part of the Masquerade's plan will be leaked as a result. Although Charlemagne didn't know much, he was imaginative enough to complete some of the rest of the story, at least the original deployment in the masquerade would be disrupted by this, if the regimental commander knew about it......

Thinking of the commander's deep and unfathomable eyes, Maxim couldn't help but ooze beads of sweat on his forehead.

The matter is urgent. It's been a week since Charlemagne was caught. But any magic that works mentally will inevitably take a while, if he is determined enough. Then maybe you haven't had time to reveal too much.

"Go kill him!"

Maxim bit out a word viciously in his heart, his gaze fell on the imposing temple building in front of him, the golden glow reflected a divine streamer on the huge earth cross, looking solemn and solemn, he snorted disdainfully, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes. Slowly retreat into the deep alleyway.

The boy returned to his room, and not every Templar swordsman apprentice in the Temple had their own separate abode. But as a disciple of the Paladin Alfrede, this naturally has to be distinguished. It can't be treated as an equal to a regular apprentice.

Today's experience was unforgettable for the boy, and Elaine took him to all the places where the nobles could go in the city. He saw a life of extravagance and depravity, a decadent and corrupt enjoyment, and good food. Jewels, high manners, and other things he had never seen or thought of appeared in front of him, dazzling his eyes, striking his senses, and stimulating his nerves. \

Although all this was nothing in the eyes of the Elaine sisters, and they had long been accustomed to it, in the eyes of the young man, these things were tempting him all the time

When Elaine invited him to come to the banquet next time, he wanted to refuse, but at that moment, the words he said were obviously readily agreed, and he felt that his throat was a little dry.

Although the priesthood requires the practice of austerity, it seems that the priesthood never forces them to accept it, and even in the religious city, most of the trading houses do not charge any fees for the priesthood within a certain amount, but the boy repeatedly reminds himself that those are the dark side that leads people to the abyss and go astray, and should not be nostalgic or recalled. \

Alfred said that the whole church, the greatest place of trials, is a great furnace that can melt people and cast them into another thing, and what that will be is known only after the trials and tribulations.

"Pain is the grinding stone of will, poverty is the guiding light of the spirit, and happiness is the burial grave of fighting spirit......"

Silently reciting the motto on the Templar swordsman's code, the young man suddenly hated himself a little, and then this hatred turned into a deep self-blame, Andy, you are a bastard! Your sister is still missing, you are already greedy for pleasure, today you have wasted another day of cultivation time, don't you know that every day is precious?

He thought for a moment, reached out and placed a thick parchment scroll on the table to his lap, and by the light of the magic lamp turned it on, he turned to the fourth paragraph of the fifth chapter, and read it word for word. \

"It is not the devil that tempts you to fall, but your own heart, and if you want to fall, you will fall, and if you want to be noble, you will be noble, and you ask me for the most powerful weapon, and I point to your breast, and here it is. ”

The young man slowly drew a cross on his chest, and after cultivating the Divine Fighting Qi, he felt a force fill his body, as if he had filled the whole person, it was not real power, but a spirit, a belief, a momentum, it was more useful and more powerful than pure power.

This is the most powerful weapon in the legend, and the boy thinks he has found the answer, with the help of which he can fight the temptation of the devil. \

He read it again and again, and when he put down the parchment, his heart had calmed down, and the extravagance and colorful things gradually faded in his thoughts, and although he had not forgotten them, they seemed to be no longer important, and they were far away from him.

The boy felt that he had successfully overcome a temptation, and his whole person had a sense of rebirth after being baptized, and he took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and couldn't help but think with confidence that as long as he cultivated hard, he would soon be able to qualify for the trial and become a true Templar swordsman.

He drew his sword, made up his mind that the lost time during the day would be doubled by the night, and pushed open the door and walked to the training ground alone.

The moonlight had cast a soft cloak over the white stones, the stars made the night sky magnificent, profound and mysterious, and the wind of the sacred mountain of Agilles wafted through the nose with the smell of thorn grass, scattering the head, and staining the wet land with a slight mist with a bitter smell. \

The boy let go of his chest and took a breath, and walked towards the humanoid wooden rake, his eyes were full of high fighting spirit, at this moment, he felt surprisingly comfortable, as if the whole world was running with him.

But he didn't show up, at the top of a tower at this moment, a man in a golden mask was looking left and right, as if looking for something, although there was no expression on his face, but his eyes were full of impatience.

Maxim didn't expect that there were so many buildings inside the temple, although it didn't seem complicated, but there were many places that looked exactly the same, especially at night, and some slight distinctions were not easy to distinguish. \

And he didn't dare to move around at will, the vigilance of the priests and templar swordsmen stationed in those towers was unusually high, and a few times it was just a shadow that was released in front of them, and he checked it for a long time before leaving, which made him change from the original unscrupulous to the current cautious, but in this way, the efficiency of the search was even lower, which made his already quite irritable heart even more angry.

But at this time, his ears moved, as if he vaguely caught something, and listened carefully, it was someone shouting and chopping, it seemed that someone was practicing martial arts.

There are still people cultivating now?

Maxim was curious, and he stepped into the air with one foot, but strangely enough, he did not fall, but walked out, as if his feet were not in the air, but on a smooth road paved with stones. \

Any buildings and tall fort walls seemed to be useless in front of him, and the road that would have taken a long time was quickly reached.

It was a training ground for Templar swordsmen, and there was now only a young man in a sackcloth coat swinging his sword, his expression extremely focused, raising his sword, swinging, slashing, slashing, stabbing, repeating the movements in his hand over and over again, leaving a shallow mark on the dummy's body each time.

Maxim only glanced at it, and knew that although this apprentice lacked strength and experience, his mastery of skill seemed to have grasped a little threshold, because every time he struck the same depth, it was a sign that he had gradually learned how to control his own strength.

"Huh?" Maxim suddenly uttered a voice of surprise, and then his eyes lit up, as if something extremely surprising had appeared.

Although his voice was not loud, but in the silent night it seemed a little abrupt, the young man's expression moved, and he turned around in surprise, at first he thought that it was the priest who managed the venue to drive him away, and he immediately prepared a statement in his heart, but when he turned around, he couldn't help but change his face, and raised his sword, looking at the sky with an extremely nervous expression.

"So you're here!"

Maxim, who was suspended in mid-air, crossed his arms, and there was a malicious glint in his eyes, he snorted coldly and said, "Boy, tell me quickly, where did you imprison Charlemagne?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, Charlemagne? Then his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at the other party and said, "You, you and Charlemagne are in the same group?"

"Boy, I warn you, my patience is limited, answer my questions honestly, and don't try to call ......"

"You bastards, where the hell did you hide Miranda?"

Before Maxim's words could be spoken, the boy suddenly burst out into a loud roar, and then raised his sword and pounced frantically. But I haven't been in the state, which makes me very entangled and depressed