In the middle of the empire, in the small town of Pelle, the territory of a certain nobleman, a quiet afternoon was suddenly turned upside down by a horse galloping unscrupulously

In the narrow streets, women screamed and pulled their dirty children to the side, and street stalls were knocked over by hurried crowds and livestock, and commercial fruits were falling everywhere

But when the angry men rushed out with sticks or plows in their hands, and saw the knight's attire and the three-colored feathers on their helmets, they all showed frightened expressions, swallowed their grievances with difficulty, and the respectful Hou stood by the roadside and did not dare to make a sound

The galloping knight didn't look at the street where he had been beaten by his own chickens and dogs, and walked along the hard dirt road in the middle of the town, until he saw a low stone house with the constant sound of striking iron, and then he pulled up the reins and lowered his speed

"Michael Douglas?"

Without taking off his helmet at all, the knight on the horse asked in such a condescending and arrogant tone to a man who was carrying an iron block with his head down, as if he had not sensed the change outside

Wiping his face and stretching out his hand to shake off the sweat, the man first bent down to put the stack of iron in his hand neatly, reached out and picked up a large hammer leaning on the pyre beside him, raised his head and looked at the knight in front of him silently

Unlike the man's sturdy figure, the traces of age have already crawled all over his face, and the deep wrinkles and a large amount of gray hair mixed in it make it difficult to truly judge his age......

Frowning at the chaotic streets and the children who were crying silently as their mothers covered their mouths, the man shook his hammer a little irritably and spoke

"There is no second blacksmith in the town, I am Michael, the Templar of the Church, I can hear your horses' hooves three kilometers away, tell me something!"

"You!"

The Templar with a very young voice probably did not expect that in this remote town, a middle-aged or elderly blacksmith would dare to talk to him like this, and he was so angry that he subconsciously reached his hand to his waist to draw his sword......

"Bang!"

As a result, before his hand could reach the hilt of the sword, Michael's empty left hand had already smashed into the neck of his war horse with a whistling, and the sudden pain made the war horse raise its front hooves high with a wail, and directly threw the knight down

Lying on all fours on the ground, the young knight was just about to get up, his eyes were dark, the giant hammer in Michael's hand had been pointed in front of his face from above, and his body did not dare to move a single bit, but the knight still shouted in his mouth

"Blasphemer, do you know what you're doing, your stupidity will cause the entire town to be buried for you, and no one can attack the knights of the gods with impunity!"

"Humph! Yes, a rookie who has just joined the Templar Order, you can let Aeoris come and talk to me, and talk to his former martial arts teacher! In the past, how could a waste like you be qualified to join the legions under the command of the Supreme God! ”

Spat at the dirt road next to the knight, Michael withdrew his hammer, and the surging momentum around him suddenly vanished, giving the illusion that he had changed back to the silent old blacksmith......

"Ai ...... Mugwort...... Captain Aeoris, how can you call your name a man, God! You...... You used to be a teacher to adults? ”

The old man's words caused the knight's brain to be extremely confused, first subconsciously scolding, then as if remembering a certain sentence from before, and then becoming even more stuttering and incredulous

Shaking his head in hatred, Michael casually tossed the dark and heavy hammer aside and kicked the knight on the ground with his dirty, broken shoes

"Why don't you get out of here, are you ready to continue to embarrass people, fledgling, didn't your head explain anything to you in advance before sending you to me?"

He got up with a roll, his face under the mask turned pale in an instant, ignoring the dirt on the exquisite armor on his body, he suddenly remembered in horror the personal explanation of Eoris before, and thought about it carefully, it was a tone with nostalgia and unconcealed worship

"Boy, you're in luck, go to the town of Pelle and find an old man named Michael Douglas, and he will come back with you after explaining the situation, remember the boy for me, and be more respectful, and treat him like I did, understand?"

"Damn it"

The young knight suddenly had the idea of giving himself a slap in the face, and all the way up here, he was so carried away by the care and hospitality of the nobles as he passed through all the realms that he forgot about it......

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I, I don't know your identity, the head of the regiment did confess, but ...... It's just me ......"

Ai Ai lasted for a long time, and the knight didn't say why, so he could only take off his helmet and bow his once proud head deeply to the ragged old man in front of him, and his back under the armor was already soaked with cold sweat

Glancing at the somewhat excessive face of the young man in front of him, Michael sighed, turned around and continued to carry the previous piece of iron, and asked casually

"Alright, I'm no longer your leader's teacher, I'm not even a glorious Templar anymore, I'm not qualified to punish you, and you don't have to, tell me, what did Eoris call you to me?"

Hesitantly taking half a step forward, the young knight seemed to be about to reach out to help, but in the end he stopped his movements and replied respectfully behind the old man

"Your Excellency, it's a holy war! The Church will wage a holy war to defend the supreme power of the Supreme God! For this reason, the Church, under the personal command of His Holiness the Pope, is to call upon all forces"

Speaking of this, the knight's young face was full of fanaticism, and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining at the old man in front of him

"Your Excellency, I think that's why I'm here!"

……

Hearing this, Michael was stunned, put down the iron in his hand, clapped his hands, stood up, and stood with his back to the young Templar for a while, for a long time, and then slowly turned around, his face did not have the excitement and fanaticism that the knight imagined, but with some indescribable horror

"They...... Are they coming again after an interval of hundreds of years? ”

“？ I'm sorry Your Excellency, I don't understand what you mean."

"The continent...... No, no, no, no, you definitely won't know this according to your age, and if it was the thing I imagined it to happen, it wouldn't be you as a fledgling here, phew~"

The frowning brow soothed, and Michael, who had always been calm, regained his composure as if he had let go of the heavy stone in his heart

"Since it's not them...... Say, what man dares to challenge the majesty of the Most High God? Damn, didn't Eoris teach you to finish your sentence once! ”

Looking at the old man in front of him for some unknown reasons, the undulating attitude made the young knight a little frightened at this time, and he took half a step back imperceptibly, and he had already begun to guess whether the other party was an old madman

"Your Excellency, a haughty blasphemer, who, in the new northern principality, disregarded the glory of the supreme god, and dared to take in the vile apostate of the Church and build a church dedicated to false gods, and in doing so by might and other means to confuse the nobles and the people of most of the northern territories, and His Holiness decided not to deceive the people, and ......decided not to deceive the people."

"Okay, put away these clichés in front of me...... How many years have passed, but I am afraid that the top management of the church has long forgotten the goals and tasks of the original establishment and is caught in a struggle for power...... Blasphemers? Hehe, but speaking of which, how many years have passed, I really didn't expect anyone to dare to be so bold, what is the name of this nobleman and his False God Cult? ”

With a sarcastic smile, Michael first expressed his disdain for the changes in the Church, and then, perhaps the most devout old man, with a solemn slaughter, seemed to return to the Templar who had fought against the Buvu continent for the Church

"Leo, a foreign nobleman who deceived his former majesty with a lie, and thus obtained the right to establish a principality, the name of that church and the False God Cult is called [Holy Light]"

“…… I see, leave your horse behind, you can go back and tell Aeoris that I will attend this time, except for that thing after that...... No one should disturb my peaceful life again, get out! ”

Michael finished speaking without any bargaining, picked up the iron on the ground and turned to leave, as for how the knight who lost his horse left? He didn't care about that at all

Not to mention the knight who had lost his soul and his riding mount, after finishing the work at hand, Michael pulled out the rusty armor that had been worn for many years from the house, muttered indiscriminately for a while, drove away several blacksmith apprentices in front of the iron felt, spat a few mouthfuls on the palms of his hands, and began to polish and trim them in earnest......

Hearing the familiar sound of striking iron, the onlookers pushed each other a few times, and finally curiosity overcame fear, and a slightly bolder middle-aged man rubbed behind Michael in small steps, and stood helplessly for a moment before he remembered something, reached out and took off his tattered felt hat, and bowed hard

"That'...... That, old Mike, oh hug...... I'm sorry, my lord, but the Pavilion...... Your Excellency ......"

The sound of striking iron stopped abruptly, and with a long sigh, Michael turned around and grabbed his greasy hair, reached out and helped the man to speak gently

"God tells us that everyone should be equal, my friend, you don't have to be so inhibited, I'm not an adult, you can just pat me on the shoulder and talk about women and shout 'Hey! Bastard Mike, why hasn't my hoe been fixed yet? ’”

Maybe it was the words that Michael deliberately learned in a rough voice in the end that worked, and the man in front of him looked obviously a lot more relaxed, showing two burnt yellow plate teeth and smirking a few times, looked left and right a few times, and approached and asked softly

"I heard the knight lord just now call you, Mike, are you really some kind of nobleman? Well, were you once as honorable as the Baron Lord who ruled over us? ”

"Hey!"

Laughing at the man in front of him, Michael grinned at the others who gradually gathered around, and he was a little speechless at the thought of these simple villagers who had never even walked out of the town in their lives

Baron? Just a small nobleman with only one town and two villages in this fiefdom? There were not a dozen of those who were hanged and burned at the stake by themselves......

But he still said it

"I'm not a nobleman, I'm just ...... It's just that he was once a servant under the throne of the Most High God......"

Of course, according to common sense, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar and the Inquisitor were indeed servants of God

Hearing Michael say this, the man's stiff body obviously relaxed, let out a long breath, and subconsciously patted the other party's shoulder as usual, but asked with some concern

"Old Mike, I just vaguely heard that you are going to fight somewhere, right? How dare anyone offend the supreme deity? ”

"Maybe, my friend, I'm sorry I may need to be away for a while, you can use it as you like when I'm gone, but one thing, remember to take care of this house for me, damn it, I don't want to come back without a place to sleep and drink"

Squeezing his eyes, Michael said playfully

"Don't worry, old Mike, everyone here will definitely take care of you, and you should also pay attention to safety, and kick the ass of those bastards who dare to blaspheme the Supreme God for us! I'll invite you to drink when you come back."

"No problem, in the name of the Most High God, I promise it won't be long......"

It took some time for Michael Douglas to coax the enthusiastic townsfolk into coaxing them, patting the horse's ass and leading them back to the house, and soon the sound of clanging iron was heard again in the blacksmith's shop......

(To be continued.) Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo)