"Jon, take me around Lordaeron, you know this place well, right?"

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"Jon, can you ...... Can you get me something to eat, I swear if I don't eat anything again, I'll faint from hunger here!" ”

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"Jon, move on to yesterday's story, yesterday was ...... Did Romeo and Juliet end up together? ”

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The sudden appearance of Bridget Abydis caused a bit of ripples in Jon's otherwise peaceful life. As the only peers around them, www.biquge.info made them best friends for a few months.

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In fact, for pastors and apprentices, understanding the way of light is an important part of daily life.

Inside the cathedral, only Father Lancaster's mellow voice was heard slowly, very peaceful.

"What the Light is, it is not just a belief, but a way of being, giving spiritual strength and spiritual guidance to its followers."

"For those who truly understand the Light, faith is not a worship of God, but a practice of leading by example."

"The most basic concept of the Light is the emotional and sensory sensations, the evidence of the connection between the self and the world."

Bridget sat there quietly, as if she wanted to take to heart every word of the priest.

At the end of the speech, Father Lancaster coughed lightly, waking up the girl who was immersed in the path of Light.

"My child, the prayer is over!" Father Lancaster looked a little tired.

"I'm sorry, Father Priest......" Bridget quickly stood up.

Young Brigitte, her eyes were always full of devotion to the Light, and even a little fanatical in a sense.

Father Lancaster was undoubtedly satisfied with this, because he finally had a disciple who could listen carefully to his own lecture on the way of the Light. His other disciple, Jon Mills, was very fond of the Light, but he was not interested in the Light.

"Go find Jon, I need your help!" Father Lancaster said.

"Okay!" The girl bowed to the priest very formally before turning and walking out of the church.

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Jon Mills was still in the hut to the west of the chapel, but the old occupant of the house, War Mariken, had long since recovered from his injury, and a rooster was now sitting on the mat.

There was a knock at the door.

Jon couldn't help but shout with some vigilance, "Who? ”

"Jon, it's me!" A familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Bridget!" Jon breathed a sigh of relief, "Come in." ”

Bridget broke into the hut, looked at the rooster shrouded in holy light, and pouted slightly, "Jon, it looks like you're lazy here again." ”

"What do you mean by being lazy!" Jon hurriedly argued, "I'm obviously practicing the use of the Light!" ”

As he spoke, Jon wiped the blood from the corner of the mat without leaving a trace.

With her back to Bridget, the girl didn't notice the scene in front of her, but said to herself, "I really don't know, why are you so keen on these things?" ”

Jon didn't answer, quietly slipping the bloodstained gauze into his pocket while unleashing another secondary healing spell on the rooster on the straw mat.

"Jon, you really should spend more time with me in church praying and meditating!" Bridget suddenly said with some excitement: "Do you know that today Father Priest and I talked about the nature of the Holy Light, it is really interesting! ”

Jon's face couldn't help but be a little ugly, he couldn't have been more aware of Father Lancaster's old speech, and only a devout believer like Bridget would find it "interesting"!

Fortunately, the priest was still relatively open-minded and did not have to force apprentices to participate in activities such as prayer and meditation, so usually at this time, Jon would huddle in this hut and practice spells.

Jon muttered, "The essence of the Light, the Light is nothing but a power!"

Jon's voice was small, but it was still heard by the girl.

"Jon, what do you say?" The girl's expression suddenly turned cold.

"Nothing, nothing!" Jon quickly changed the subject: "Bridget, is there something you came to me for?" ”

Fortunately, Brigitte didn't delve too much into Jon's "rebellious" words, in fact, in such a long period of contact, she also knew very well that her friend, who had a very high affinity for the Holy Light, had some special opinions on the Holy Light, and neither of them could convince anyone.

"Father Lancaster called us over and said we had something to help us with."

"Alright, let's get over it!" Jon cleaned up the hut a bit, then put the rooster back on the mat, and finally locked the hut door.

The two of them walked towards the cathedral, and on the way, Bridget was still a little curious.

"Speaking of Jon, you haven't explained to me yet, why you're so keen on mastering the Light's skills, and you're even a little anxious!"

Bridget's suspicions were well-founded, she knew very well that Jon was not so devout about the Light, but he was unusually serious and eager to study the Light, even as if he was afraid that he would not have enough time.

In her opinion, a true pastor should spend more time in prayer, meditation, etc., in order to better understand the nature of the Light, feel the power of the Light, and at the same time obtain the power of the Light......

Jon's face suddenly turned a little serious: "Bridget, if I tell you, I'm worried that in a few years, the whole of Lordaeron and even the whole of Azeroth will be havoc, so I need strength...... Can you believe it? ”

The girl's face was shocked by this answer, but she quickly calmed down.

Looking at the girl's stunned expression, Jon hurriedly added, "I'm just kidding!" ”

"Jon......" Bridge looked at Jon with some pity, she knew Jon's past, so she thought that the scene that happened in Stormwind City more than ten years ago made him have a shadow in his heart from now on.

Brigitte suddenly said with some pride: "Don't worry, Jon, even if the tribe makes a comeback, our Silver Hand will protect the Alliance!" ”

Naturally, it was "impossible" for the tribe to make a comeback, as most of its members were now in the adoption house, but Jon was keenly aware of the key words in Bridget's words.

"You guys?"

"yes!" Britst smiled and said, "I received a letter from my father yesterday, he told me that after my one-year studies at Lordaeron Cathedral, I can go to the Hand of Tyre and officially become a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand!" ”

Alfred Abidis himself was one of the top officials of the Silver Hand, and it was only natural that his daughter would join the Order.

"Congratulations!" Jon said dryly.

For some reason, when he knew that the girl in front of him would only stay in Lordaeron for a year, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Jon......" Bridget suddenly bit her lip, "Would you like to be a paladin?" ”

"Me? Paladin? Jon blinked.

"Yes!" Brigitte said firmly, "Your affinity for the Holy Light is so high, you must be very suitable to become a paladin!" ”

"But I don't know anything about fighting......

"I can introduce you to a great teacher!"

"Who? Uther - Lightbringer? Jon joked.

"Grand Crusade D'Assault!" The girl replied, "He is a very good friend of my father, and he loves me very much, and if I intercede with him, and if you have such an excellent affinity for the Holy Light, he will gladly accept you as a disciple!" When the time comes, we'll go to the Hand of Tyre together......"

"Dassault Han?" Jon couldn't help but squint his eyes, isn't this unlucky ghost the final boss of the Stratholme Scarlet Zone after being possessed by the Dreadlord Barnazar. But at this stage, he is really a big man, after all, he is the first paladin, and now he should also be the second-in-command of the Silver Hand, and it seems to be very promising to follow him......

However, this thought only existed for a moment, and Jon quickly dispelled it. Joke! Can the Paladin, who kills crabs and goblins, play his own profession? Does the paladin in the plot have a good ending?

What's more, with his current physique and condition, I'm afraid it's impossible to become a paladin at all.

So Jon bluntly rejected Bridget's offer: "Sorry Bridget, I'm not interested in being a paladin. ”

"Well, Jon......" Bridge seemed discouraged by such a neat refusal.

The two continued towards the cathedral, speechless.

At this moment, in the hut to the west of the church, there was a strange noise, and the rooster on the straw mat let out a miserable scream, and then blood flowed from his mouth, and he died. However, the silence in the hut was good, and no one around heard what was happening.