Finally cleaned up the mess left by the High Elves, returned to the chapel with ten pre-paladin candidates, and was about to open his mouth to ask the teacher for credit, but learned that he was sold by the unscrupulous old man in front of him to the High Elf who had annoyed him before, and Illusia's heart almost collapsed.

However, the girl said that "only when you suffer hardship can you become a master", in order to be able to learn the way of the paladin, Miss Ben endured. It's a pity that God didn't fulfill people's wishes, and everyone, including her and the archbishop, didn't know that her new teacher was also a half-tone himself, and what was even more excessive was that this rookie teacher also irresponsibly lost her to the follower from another world.

Of course, Roland will not admit that he let this eldest lady learn martial arts with the Dumb Mao King because he has no self-confidence and is afraid of misleading people. For this, he gave a very high-sounding reason -

Paladins are powerful because we not only have a strong belief in the Light, but also have strong hand-to-hand combat capabilities. To become a qualified paladin, you must have a strong physique and superb combat skills, so you need to hone your skills with my followers and lay a good foundation!

In this way, for several days, Miss Barov, who had been pampered since birth, fell into hell like never before, where physical training, sword training, and the light of perception occupied all her time, and the endless practice and accumulated exhaustion almost crushed her slender waist.

Although Illusia himself did not complain, Benedictas came to vent his frustrations to Roland every day, and over time, even he thought that perhaps the Dull-haired King had gone a little too far, after all, Illusia was just a priest who had never been trained in combat.

"Are you asking too much of her?" Watching the girl drag her exhausted body and slowly walk in the afterglow of the sunset step by step, the elf who had been chewing on a book for a day finally couldn't help but ask.

The Knight King put away his long sword, pulled the manipulation of his sideburns behind his ears, and smiled with his back to the sun: "Only extreme training can give her the power to change her fate, although she can't become a strong person who can change the direction of war by herself, but to compete with the most powerful kingdom among human beings, at least one ride is enough." ”

"And I can feel the will to do everything in her for what she wants to protect, just like you did when you first embarked on the path of a paladin."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at the fiery sunset and the sunset on the horizon, and silently added a sentence in her heart: You will never realize how strong the weak shoulders that are determined to carry everything on their shoulders are.

Under the quiet night, the moonlight like water pours over the earth through the scattered clouds, as if telling a distant dream.

The docklands of Stratholme don't have the clean atmosphere of the average city, with messy street layouts and dilapidated wooden houses predominantly here. While most of the city's inhabitants have fallen asleep, dock workers and energetic sailors who have nowhere to vent after a hard day still linger here in the shabby taverns and small inns that do a special business part-time.

The bachelors who hang out here are accustomed to finding sustenance and pleasure in alcohol until they are hollowed out to the last copper plate and thrown out into the street. They enjoy this life, but they also escape it with alcohol.

Of course, a poor man who settles in such a dilapidated place should never expect the nearby residents to know the etiquette of not disturbing others' rest, let alone the black-hearted boss to make good soundproofing with a thin wooden board that can almost poke a hole with his finger.

The dim oil lamps emitted a pungent scent, and the dwarf, green-skinned goblin listened to the restless live stream as he struggled to turn his attention to the task at hand. The fellow in silk clothes sat in a room that was completely disproportionate in size and furnishings, carefully wiping the two daggers by the flickering light of the fire.

If it weren't for that unprofessional thief, I would have just eaten the perfect meal at the Banyan House and slept comfortably in the quiet and warm Alterac quilt, instead of hiding in this hellish place, disturbed by this group of humans who are not in their green bloom all year round!

And my wagon of goods, oh! Just the thought of the supplies that had been brutally stolen by the City Guards in the name of assisting in the investigation, and the unique miserly nature of the goblin made this fledgling pirate feel a heart-wrenching sting, and that was Jonah? Lord Sterling's cargo!

Gold bless, and I hope the great Captain Sterling doesn't throw me away to feed his fluffy cutie because of this little mistake by Grezkes. As for the thief who came to the door, let him die under Captain Sterling's "wild flail".

The goblin pirate thought viciously, and a thrill of revenge rose in his heart. According to his intelligence sources, the underground world of Stratholme has been wanted recently by the guy who doesn't know if it's Chiv Lady or Chiv Rudy, and it is said that the Darkflower is 10 gold coins, and many bounty hunters and mercenaries are gearing up to hunt down this unknown thing.

I don't know why this thief knew that he was a pirate of the North Sea, and dared to come to the door with a big grin after pit himself, and even asked for Yona by name? Captain Sterling meets. By the way, how did he know that Lord Stirling's fleet would pass through Stratholme these days?

Forget it, anyway, this guy who offended himself will definitely not be treated, and the little polar bear raised by the captain will be able to open meat again, unless-

One long and three short, rhythmic tapping sounded outside the door. The goblin pirate shook his bewildered head, lifted his dagger to the door, and opened a slight gap. Just one glance, the little man was shocked.

"The gold coin is on it, how can you come back alive!"

"Shut up, idiot!"

With a deep scolding of the babbling goblin, the man pushed the door open a wider distance, ran sideways into the room, and removed his hood. Despite his disguise, in the dim light of the fire, he could still tell that this guy was the previous assassin!

"You, you, Jonah? How could Master Stirling-" Looking at the other party's face that he would never forget when he turned to ashes, some of the goblin pirates didn't know what to do.

"You want to ask me Jonah? Why didn't Sterling feed me to the bear at his feet? ”

The stunned goblin in front of him gave the thief a sense of intellectual superiority, and he showed a sinister smile and said gloomily: "Naturally, it's because I can provide him with greater value, stupid goblin." ”

"That's a cargo worth hundreds of gold coins!" The goblins, who had always been proud of their business intelligence, jumped up, and the sense of honor as a goblin made him unable to believe that anyone could make more money than himself.

The human thief shook his head and spat out four words noncommittally: "Stratholme." ”

After listening to the other party's words, Gryzx reacted for a long time, and finally, as if he had figured out something, his body began to tremble, "You, you, crazy...... Crazy, all crazy! ”

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