At this time of year, the scenery of Northland Port City Afron is not very beautiful, if I had to use the last word to describe it, it is "bleak". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dead leaves, which had lost their moisture and green, fell from the branches and drifted in the wind, and the last layer was laid on the blue-gray stone slabs in the middle of the street, and pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages ran over the dead leaves, turning them into a pile of fine powder, which then disappeared without a trace as the rain washed down from the sky one day.

The recent cascade of events weighed on Glo's mind like a heavy stone—the threat to the Escud family was over, and the kingdom's navy stationed at the port camp in the eastern part of the city was disbanded, and some of the soldiers returned home after the turmoil, while others, boarding warships, followed their former commanders, and continued their lives in the vast oceans.

Life is like this, fate is like this, everything has to go on.

The sky was clear after the rainy night, and the soft clouds of snow white were crumpled into strange shapes by the wind, and Glo stood in front of his dwelling, a small house assigned to him in the Clover Manor, in front of which was an open courtyard, beginning in front of the birch fence of the courtyard, and the stone-brick passage in the middle stretched straight ahead of the two steps of the house. The steps are about twenty centimeters above the ground, and in the eastern part of Afron and Nogo near the coast, it is a common arrangement in the structure of houses.

Sea breezes, rainwater, and the use of steps to raise the floor in the room to a short height, so that the indoor environment is not damp and dry. Glo opened the white wooden door of the little house, and the red-haired girl smiled and walked quickly from the courtyard - in front of Glo was a circle of flowers, as a bandit leader who struggled to survive in troubled times, he had never had the slightest affection for flowers and plants, but when he saw that the red-haired girl was about to walk in front of him, he suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand to a golden daisy that was blooming.

"Glo!"

The red-haired maiden, Miss Lena Barros, cried out in his ear in a crisp voice—she had been accustomed to wearing a robe for most of her days in the manor, and today was no exception, and a modified white robe with a high neckline and a wide cowhide belt was worn on her body, and a string of lace embroidered on the shoulders and chest made the outfit look less monotonous.

"For you."

Glo turned around and handed the daisy to her dewy fingers, "You once gave me a daisy, and this time I'll give it to you." ”

"Really? But I don't have a nosebleed now! ”

Miss Lena grinned, took the daisy and placed it in the palm of her hand, her thumb and forefinger twisting the stem, and brought up the scene of the moonlit night when they first met—but it was clear that someone's memory was selective, and Glo decisively skipped the question.

He frowned slightly, and said solemnly, "You drank too much wine last night. You're a girl and a mage. ”

"However, I saw that Cousin Macoolo seemed to be in pain, so I ......"

"So, do you drink with him too?"

Miss Lena Barros nodded. The struggle for power is always bloody, and Glo did not want to speak of it any more, so he did not speak any more, but gently took the daisy from the girl's hand, and put it in her hair—the girl's long red hair was scattered over her shoulders, and on the upper part of each ear was a pearl made of pure silver and white pearls, which he gently pushed away a little, and then embedded the daisy in it.

When he had done that, he took two steps back and looked at Miss Lena, "It's beautiful, this daisy goes well with your hair color." ”

"Isn't it beautiful? So, how does it compare to that Miss Ladia? ”

Lena didn't seem to buy Glo's romance at this time, and with a narrow smile in her eyes, she took the initiative to mention another girl—that girl's appearance was so delicate and cute that even if she was a woman, she couldn't hate that girl at first glance.

What's more, the girl also had some kind of ambiguous relationship with the man in front of her. A woman's intuition is a terrible thing, and although she hasn't seen something with her own eyes, she is willing to believe it - and this time, her intuition is basically right.

Radia was now staying in the local church in Afron for the time being, and after the battle had ended yesterday, she and Glo had been informed and left alone—it seemed that the appearance of the undead had made her so determined. However, Glo had not seen Miss Radia in the basilica the previous night.

Did she miss that scene?

Glo's relaxed exterior concealed a heavy heart—when he returned to the manor late at night, he found the Word and the Sacred Motto on the bookshelf in his room. In the territory of the Elantra Kingdom, these two books from the Church of the Holy Radiance have one or two of the largest circulations, and the homes of the vast majority of nobles and some literate commoners have more or less one or two copies in their collections. And the Escud family, as the local lord, naturally has these things in the Clover Manor.

He saw the names of the Divine Word and the Holy Proverb on the shelf, and after taking them down with trembling fingers, he began to read them—with an obvious purpose, and according to the table of contents he turned to the text of the Shining Knight, and in the Divine Word, there is a passage that says:

The Shining Knight, as the chosen one of glory, must dedicate himself to the Lord of the Radiance with sincerity. His sword should be a bulwark of order, a sharp blade to destroy evil. All heresies were before his eyes, like ice and snow facing the scorching sun, and they were diffused in an instant......

Glo's gaze focused on one of them, "Dedication to the Lord of the Radiance."

Next, he opened the book of the Sacred Verses, which is said to contain some of the interpretations of the Word by previous generations of popes. He opens the page with the content of the Word:

The most pious clergyman devotes himself to the Lord of the Radiance, his will is hardened, his spirit is pure, his soul is like a holy angel, his smile is like the sun that melts the first snow, he should leave everything outside of him, he should forget all vain thoughts...... From now on, no drinking, no gambling, and no women......

Wait, Ring Girl?

Gro was puzzled, and he continued to flip through the pages, finding some sentences about women, love, and related to the Shining Knight:

Women are a source of trouble and strife;

The woman is the weakness of the will, the beginning of all weakness and compromise;

The Shining Knight, who wields the sword bestowed upon the mortal world by the gods, should be pure in his faith...... You must not marry in this life.

Can't get married in this life?

The Shining Knight, who wields the sword bestowed upon the mortal world by the gods, should be pure in his faith...... You must not marry in this life.

Can't get married in this life?