A few days later, White left Windsor Castle to search for Moriarty in Arte, then a large trading town, only to find a "big show" of assassination.

However, to his surprise, the young man, who was obviously just a mage's apprentice, was able to kill most of the thieves in a night raid without being harmed. Even before he arrived, the other party was actually in control. White also had to admit that this Moriarty was at least no ordinary soft egg aristocrat. Perhaps, it should not be too difficult to protect such a man who is still a little manly and travel thousands of miles south to Bracada.

It's just that, based on the resentment of the centurion's death and the hatred he suffered from the other party that day, White was extremely cold to him even if he followed Moriarty's side. It's just a formula, no false color.

Until one night, because of drinking, White couldn't help but vent the stale that had been in his heart for a long time, and even said that Chief Lawrence had the idea of killing the nobles and rebuilding the kingdom's ruling system.

It was thought that Moriarty must have been cynical, dismissed as a pipe dream, or dismissed as "polite" and dismissive. Unexpectedly, the other party sat down seriously and discussed with himself the feasibility of the grand cause of "killing all the nobles" from an objective and fair perspective. And he is not taboo at all about the fact that he is actually a child of nobility.

As for the final outcome of the discussion, considering that Erathia must have extremely strong men and powerful armed groups to resist and resist the constant external invasions and monster attacks, and that any armed forces would degenerate into a new aristocratic group once they came to power. And the general public does not have enough means to counter powerful professionals. Therefore, even if Lawrence is indeed able to uproot the aristocracy system in the end, then he will automatically become the new kingdom aristocracy at the same time as the old government dies out. In the same way, this new aristocracy can never be better and kinder than the old, because it is determined by human nature and the will of the class itself. Lawrence is absolutely powerless about this, at most as a not-so-bad aristocrat.

In the end, the answer turned out to be so, and White was stunned. In particular, the pyramid of power, or "kingdom food chain," that Moriarty drew on the ground, could not be more obvious. Lawrence's path is indeed a no-brainer.

on this. White naturally felt sad and regretful. But at the same time, he also had a slight affection for Moriarty, who talked to him on an equal footing and was knowledgeable.

It seems that the nobles are not all bastards.

Slowly, White communicated more and more with Moriarty. There is also a tacit understanding gradually.

And then later. The two went to a bar for a drink together. I met the green-eyed girl Terexi, tasted the golden lamb chops, and challenged Sunset successfully. Then enter the "Ford Night Market" to buy weapons, but encounter the Cruel Orcs who are killing here.

And in order to stop the extremely cold frost throwing gun for Moriarty, White did not hesitate to stand in the way...

When he awoke again, he saw Treessy's jubilant smile and his empty right sleeve.

The price to save Moriarty was so heavy. The sharpness and cold of the Frost Lance completely destroyed White's entire arm, and when the ice crystals melted, the flesh melted with them.

Losing the right hand is depriving a crossbowman of his life. White does not regret rescuing Moriarty, but he still despairs of reality.

For more than a month, White spent the next month alternating between a state of confusion and a coma. He refuses to communicate with anyone but the green-eyed girl. Even later, he was in a continuous coma and did not know who he was.

And I don't know if it's really a near-death relationship, but White, who fell into a deep sleep, became more and more spiritual. It's as if the soul is beginning to detach itself from the body and begin to function on its own.

However, he did not die after all.

Just before the coldness of death was about to fall, he felt a light shining on his body and soul. Unlike the sun, the light is not warm or blazing, but it carries the solemnity and sacredness that does not exist in this world, as if it can wash away all the dirt of qiē. The feeling was so clear, through the eyes of the soul, that White was sure that what he was seeing was, light!

Thanks to that light, White survived.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the green-eyed girl lying on the edge of the bed beside him, tired and sleeping. Although Trech's voice at this time was shocking, it sounded more beautiful and charming to him than the singing.

After that, gradually, White began to recover and was able to get out of bed and move. And Terexi spent less and less time with him. It turns out that winter is coming, and the poor and orphans in Fort Ford are starting to starve to death, so the green-eyed girl goes to help them in her spare time at the bar.

White was taken aback by this. For in any other part of Erathia, cold winters and low temperatures have always been the worst enemies of the poor. Every winter, countless widows and orphans die. However, most of the ordinary people are unable to help each other due to their own conditions. And those rich aristocrats do not care at all about the life and death of a few "tenants and untouchables". Anyway, the population of the kingdom is that no matter how many people freeze to death in a winter, there will still be enough labor to plow the fields for them in the spring of the next year. And only when enough people died, the nobles sent out private armies to carry the starving corpses out of the city and burn them en masse, so as not to interfere with their enjoyment of the beautiful winter snow.

Perhaps out of curiosity, boredom, or something else, White approached Treech with him to help out in the slums. After waiting all night, he received an agreed reply.

Fort Fort was the largest fortress in the southeastern part of the kingdom, but like any other city, it was inhabited by a large number of poor people. The slum of Fort Fort is located in the southern part of the castle and is arguably the closest "homestay" to the border. But in other words, once a fortress is attacked by Krurod's army, this area is also the first to be attacked, technically known as a "cannon fodder dump".

It was winter, but some people in the slums had already begun to fall ill from hunger and hunger, and even died of cold overnight.

As a bartender, Terech didn't have much money to spare, but from time to time he exchanged the accumulated salary and consumption for the most despicable but most satisfying rye bread and gave it to the poor children. White's mission is to help the green-eyed girl carry and distribute bread.

I thought that order in the slums would be chaotic. Because White has seen many faces distorted and even driven mad by hunger, and sometimes for a little bread crumb, even the kindest and most cowardly people will snatch, fight, and even kill like wild beasts.

However, when he actually walked there, he was surprised to find a sight that he had never seen before. Although all the people were thinly clothed, hungry and cold, and lived in some dilapidated houses with leaky winds, and even a few old people could only crawl on a few sunlit street corners to keep warm and survive, but no one had a hideous or desperate expression. Even though they shivered in the cold wind and their stomachs gurgled, when they saw White and Trecy carrying bread, they were all peaceful and smiling. In the same way, when receiving the black bread from Tereshi, even a child of five or six years old did not forget to bow politely to the two of them and thank them.

"Why is this happening!?" White was shocked by the qiē in front of him, as if he had seen the world in a dream.

"Because they have the light, they have entered into heaven." Teresy looked at the gobbling children, as if he saw his past self, and smiled with satisfaction and brightness.

"Bright... Heaven... Is it? White looked at the smiling green-eyed girl, unable to take his eyes off it anymore.

Since then, White has been following Treich to the slums to help. He even took out a large sum of money left to him by Moriarty to finance the purchase of bread. The green-eyed girl didn't say a word, but showed more smiles to White.

Occasionally, White would see Mrs. Parguerite in the ghetto. The soul singer usually wears a coarse white cloth robe and leads many children to sing merrily. White had never heard that kind of singing, and it was very different from ordinary stage performances, and the curling harmonies of children's voices that burst out of a child's immature mouth had an urge to make people cry on the spot. Each time, White would listen for a long time, and even hum along. Gradually, the children accepted the new one-armed stranger.

"White, a distinguished guest will come to Fort Ford tomorrow."

Only halfway through the winter, but more and more poor people were already pouring into the civilian areas, and the efforts of a few alone were not enough, and Treich was becoming more anxious and emaciated. However, on this day, the green-eyed girl said to White with a smile on her face, as if the problem was about to be solved.

"Who is here?" There's something strange about White.

"Messenger of Light, Burleigh Evergrande!"

The first time I saw Bethlehem was when I came to the ghetto with Terech the next day.

It was a middle-aged man of ordinary stature, dressed in a patched burlap robe, with neat white hair combed, and a deep, distant gaze.

"Do not be alarmed, the way to heaven has been opened. See, the stairs are at your feet, follow the guidance of the light, step by step, to reach the supreme heaven. ”

Bethlehem knelt at the head of the bedside of a dying old man, gently grasped the hands that had run out of oil, leaned into the other's ear, and whispered.

I don't know why, White only felt an indescribable light floating on the middle-aged man's body, clear and clear, dispelling the haze of death. And with Bethlehem's murmuring, the agonized old man, who had been forced by the shadow of death, gradually regained his calm, and his originally pale and withered face was imprinted with a warm ruddy, and finally fell asleep peacefully.

After a long time, the middle-aged man slowly took out his hand from the palm of the deceased, drew a cross in front of him, and then stood up and turned to the two:

"Hello, Treshi; It's a pleasure to meet you, Lost Warrior, White. (To be continued......)