In Gross's memory, there is such a period of time in the game, and it seems to have become a popular trend for players to whitewash various villains, and some people once wanted to use this poignant ending CG to overturn the case for Rock Lambert, but the fact that he colluded with the undead as a count of the kingdom is too sinful after all-

At that time, even the official came forward and made it clear that Locke Lambert was completely to blame for such an ending, and his actions were unforgivable.

Despite this, however, no one had ever seen or heard of Count Lambert's choice to become an unclean.

The reality of the present is very different from the history.

What's the problem?

Gross has found that the memories and experiences in his head are becoming less and less desirable, and in the face of a completely different situation, it is more like an absurd and ridiculous dogmatism to analyze and judge the future with the so-called "prophetic and prescient" ability.

At the same time, his body, his fused soul, is no longer the ordinary player in the game - he is Gross, the former "wolf head", the current Knight of the Kingdom, and a genius who has stepped into the middle level of awakening at the age of less than twenty.

The contents of the image stone tugged at his heartstrings.

He clenched his fists and felt the surging power in **-

This is the response that a powerful warrior receives when he perceives himself. What he didn't notice was that as he left the room where Lady Askia was, the laws of the Source of Power were spreading outward from within his body, like ripples on the surface of a calm lake. Suddenly, Askia quickly followed out of the room, and beside him, Matthew and Kenneth of the "Three Horsemen of Morin" were showing shocked expressions.

Radiant Flame!

The most essential divine law!

At this moment, the originally breezy Lady Esquea finally couldn't hold back the surprise and curiosity in her heart, and her petite figure under the white priest's robe came to Gross almost like a gust of wind:

"Your Excellency, may I ask who you are?"

She began to ask about Gross's identity—

Originally, she could have thought of Gross as an ordinary young man, at most and at most, who was only familiar with Matthew and Kenneth. But when Gross inadvertently revealed her Origin Power, she was stunned, Radiant Flame was closer to the true essence of the Radiance than ordinary priests.

"Chief Knight of the Kingdom, Gross."

The young man answered in her ear—an answer that was beyond Miss Asquea's guess, and just now she thought that this young man must be some great man in the Church whom she had not known in recent years.

But he turned out to be a military officer?

In a short moment, many questions came to Ms. Askia's heart, but she only had time to settle her mind a little, and the young man's footsteps were already drifting away, and she looked at Matthew and Kenneth, who were still in place, and blurted out:

"Gross? Who is he? ”

The young man's farewell did not make her feel the slightest irritation.

……

In Ensada, a once bustling and rich commercial city, few people know who Gross is.

If you pull a random pedestrian from the street and ask this question, there is a good chance that the bewildered pedestrian will shake his head. Of course, some people may associate the name with some random face, such as the butcher in the market, the cattle trader, the traveling doctor who claims to be the holy hand of gynecology who has been very famous lately, or the oily-haired lads who walk through the tavern at night, but in short, no one knows what the name Gross means.

On this day, there was a slight drizzle in the sky for a period of time in the afternoon, for the spring Nogo, such weather is very common, although the dull air after the rain has not been relieved much, but at night, the current time has not yet entered the curfew after ten o'clock, and there are still many figures in the streets and alleys one after another-

Although the dark clouds hanging over the city are becoming more and more uneasy, the lives of those who remain here still need to go on, and the exhaustion of a day's work and all kinds of depressed emotions have accumulated, and they must be properly expressed and vented.

On the bell tower appeared the figure of the bell ringer, an old man without a wife and no children, who climbed the steps of the bell tower with his shuffling footsteps shaking his old shell. The whole interior of the bell tower was an empty vertical tube, and the moonlight and some colorful colors shone in through the hollow windows of the bell tower, and he looked at his own rickety shadow on the mottled wall, and finally had some comfort: at this time, he was not too lonely.

And this delusion was the main reason why the old bell ringer persisted in his boring work—he came to the great bronze bell, took out an old pocket watch, and the time in the case showed that it was a minute before eight o'clock in the evening, and he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

In the midst of the smoke, the clock rang at eight o'clock in the evening. The old bell ringer casually dusted off the piece of ash on the cigarette roll that had lost its fire, and took the old steps again, step by step, and walked down—

From now on, he had another break, and the next time he went to work, it was midnight the next day.

The clear and distant sound of the bell was soon transmitted into the distance.

Outside the city's southern gates, the scene was as lively as a pot of boiling water—the crowd and carriages were crowded together, and there was a black crowd of human heads everywhere, and in the midst of it, you might step on the boots of the people next to you.

In fact, small things such as "stepping on boots", which can easily lead to bloodshed, have already happened many times outside the southern gate of Ensada.

But this time, no one cares about making trouble again. Because, right in the middle of the crowd, hundreds of armed soldiers were about to lay siege to a lone middle-aged man—even though the man's swarthy face seemed loyal, but at this point, he drew his broad, shield-like sword from behind his back.

He raised his greatsword and watched his surroundings warily. However, he didn't notice that there was a pair of slippery eyes in the crowd of onlookers at this time who were worried about him-

His brother-in-law, Pyrot, who claimed to be a famous scholar of the Dortith Plains, did not go far after escaping from the soldiers, and after releasing the spiritual "Bailan" into the fields near the trade route, he squeezed into the bustling crowd again.

After a long time, a guy who seemed to be the captain of the soldier took the lead in waving his sword and rushed up, and the eldest brother Pyrrot was about to exclaim with the people around him, but unexpectedly, he was stepped on by the sole of one foot on the pure white sheepskin boot of his right foot.

"Nima—" He almost burst into a foul mouth.

"I'm sorry." The man had apologized, but the soles of his feet were still on his pure white boots. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~