The knight's gaze wandered over the halls of the church. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The furnishings in the hall were simple, a statue of a god, a dozen chairs, and a large cabinet full of books.

Unlike other places, this church in the town of White Rock is not very old, and the stone blocks on the walls even have white grinding marks, and Bishop Cliffor is telling his knights about the evil of the necromancy, but his narration skills are not excellent, and the original twists and turns of the legend have added too many meaningless and ornate modifiers to his mouth, coupled with the low tone, which gradually makes the knight miss a little drowsy.

Cody, who was at the side of the crowd, gently patted her hand, startling her - but that didn't stop Miss Knight from wandering away, her thoughts floating and emanating from the unique building with its towering spires, eventually escaping into the layers of white clouds in the sky.

Goo――

The roar of his belly silenced the hall, and Bishop Cleaver narrowed his eyes and looked at Miss Knight.

"Young man, haven't you had lunch yet?"

Bishop Cliffor asked in a kind voice. The church has its own food, but today he chose to go to the tavern in order to welcome his nephew Chris, who had just arrived.

However, because most of the church members are still stationed in the church, the church kitchen still has some processed food.

Bishop Cleaver clapped his hands, and an old servant bowed in, his eyes fixed on the three young men, who quickly understood, and walked up to the three hungry knights, and cried out in a low voice:

"Please come with me!"

"Thanks—"

Alyssa suddenly blushed a little because of the honesty of her belly, and her voice was very low. It was only then that she withdrew her unbounded thoughts and began to look forward to the lunch that followed.

However, she was disappointed.

A tray of peeled beans, a few pieces of hard cornbread, and a large bowl of potato soup with a few bits of oil wafting in it, neatly arranged in clean cutlery, lay out on a long wooden table—Alyssa rolled her eyelids and looked at Cody and Lars.

Cody sat down in his chair and began to scoop up the potato soup.

Lars frowned, but didn't speak—Alyssa saw that the food lover didn't react much, so she sat down silently.

The food, strictly speaking, was a bit rude as a guest - it wasn't the first time Alyssa had eaten church food, but the hospitality in White Rock was too shabby compared to the churches she and her parents had visited. As a knight with strict training, he is not too picky about food, but as a nobleman, his appetite is definitely not too good in the face of these humble foods.

Grabbing a slice of bread and stuffing it into her mouth, the rough texture slid over her tongue and the taste was very light, and after Alyssa swallowed a mouthful of potato soup, she finally swallowed the food.

Her companion was also sitting in different seats, quietly eating lunch.

Theresa felt a faint unhappiness in her heart, and after swallowing a few slices of bread to relieve the discomfort in her stomach, she picked up the spoon and stirred the remaining potatoes in the bowl back and forth.

Inadvertently, her fingers touched her cheek again, and her thoughts flew back to the original point, but now the knight's lady did not enter into a rage, she was calm—a woman who was well fed and drunk always became gentle and harmless.

"Cody, what kind of level do you think that skeleton is?"

Alyssa asked Cody on the other side of the wooden table. Cody is a military aristocratic family born in the kingdom, and he is more knowledgeable than the two in terms of judging combat effectiveness. Alyssa had also participated in the Holy Radiance Church's "Destroy the Darkness" mission in the past, and it was not the first time she had fought against an undead sequence such as a skeleton, but with her own strength at this stage, she had never seen such a powerful skeleton.

This couldn't help but make her hate and curiosity.

"Probably the same as the regular members of the Order!"

Codillo thought for a moment and quickly replied. The Knights he was talking about were none other than the Iris Knights, to which the three belonged, and in the kingdom, it was a small but powerful organization. In fact, it is also one of the few core elites affiliated with the royal family.

The only threshold for the regular members of the Iris Knights is strength - each member, at this time, has at least LV20+ strength. Although the professional level cannot be completely equated with combat effectiveness, in the eyes of outsiders, every member who is fortunate enough to be elected to the Knights is a real elite.

In some weak local legions, this level of strength is even enough to be the captain of the battalion.

Cody's judgment fell on Miss Knight's ears, and she frowned—she remembered the sword that had struck in the night rain of lightning and thunder last night. The blade of the sword cut through the dull air, bringing a sharp scream, and she didn't have time to think at all, but subconsciously avoided it slightly. The sense of power from the high-speed impact turned on her armor, and at that moment, she actually felt her whole body enter a brief paralysis.

This is an extremely dangerous message!

In Discord, characters are stiffened when they are attacked beyond a certain level - a setting that makes it possible to strike in a coherent manner like a storm. Those military nobles who were proficient in swordsmanship were all familiar with this skill. Alyssa vaguely remembers that when she was young, her sword teacher, a retired mid-ranking officer of the kingdom, once said to her:

"In a real battle, when you lose control of your body, you're completely defeated!"

Yes, failed!

But Alyssa never had any frustration, and at this time, she finally had a chance to sit quietly, and she tried to recall every detail that had happened in her memory—the rushing stabbing sword, the pressure of the wind that made her face hurt, and the lightning in an instant......

In that moment, she was almost unable to resist. If there were no accidents, she was now lying in the cold coffin - thinking about all the changes at that moment, Alyssa gradually became suspicious:

Could it be that the other party has shown mercy!

But he was just a skeleton - Alyssa's ice-blue eyes blinked, and she stared at Cody, but didn't speak.

The other party obviously has a considerable level of swordsmanship - the true mastery of swordsmanship comes from the high harmony of the body and the will! Alyssa suddenly remembered the description of skeletons in the Illustrated Book of Undead Creatures in the church.

At the bottom of the undead sequence, the flesh-and-blood husks have lost too much strength and agility compared to their previous lives, and they are slow and unresponsive, and do not have the ability to cope with the stress of fierce battles, most of which are made of the evil alchemy of necromancers......

However, the skeleton she was confronting was, judging from the memories of the battle, completely superior in strength and agility to her, and possessed a very good sense of battle - Cody and Lars had said that it was likely to be a "resurrection" from Diel, but Alyssa disagreed.

Because, the moment her knight's mask fell, she faintly felt the psychological changes of the other party in her heart - it was a kind of surprise and appreciation. In the ensuing battle, the opponent suddenly gave up the attack and completely adopted a defensive posture, which further verified her conjecture.

The "resurrected" has no feelings, and the skeleton resembles a real human being.

As if thinking of something, Alyssa narrowed her eyes and poked the spoon hard into a piece of boiled potato.