For the turbulent imperial capital, the seizure of the old Rock Bar is a trivial matter.

In addition to the three days in prison, the people in the bar at that time also experienced the cold interrogation of the inquisitors, and faced with the double warning of the guillotine and the burning stake, many of them chose the alchemical potion that the warden's intimate memory can forget.

Of course, there are also some stubborn and secretly ill-intentioned, and the process of walking towards the stake and turning them into charred corpses is extremely fast, no one dares to listen to the nonsense of heresy, and the onlookers maintain a mixture of awe and fear.

At the same time, in the mansion of the Goldmers family, which belonged to the imperial capital, Olwes took a sip of special coffee with fresh milk from Abt Farm, and quietly read the magic books on her lap, which were stored in her amethyst ring, and the intellectual wealth left to her by her teacher was endless.

The vastness of the magical ocean is indeed fascinating, but the great progress in the field of magic cannot solve the fatal flaw for all magicians, the weakness of hand-to-hand combat. Before Jeff's attack, Olwes hadn't thought about this problem, but due to the Body's near-anomalous affinity for the elements, it was also almost anomalous in its rejection of things other than magic.

When God opens one door for you, it will inevitably close another, and even if she exercises for another hundred years, Olveis will not be able to exercise a trace of vindictiveness. The Goldmers family, the powerhouses of the Sword Sect in the past generations, has a daughter who can't cultivate his fighting spirit, and it must be a big joke to spread it.

Father must have noticed it, Olwes glanced at the place where Lancelot was standing, was he sent by his father to spy on me?

If things do come to the point of no return, her life will be torn apart from the surname Goldmers.

Olwes sighed, and finally closed the book, and she was a little envious of her teacher's idle and free life.

Maybe it's time to get into those forbidden magics, she thought to herself.

"What's wrong, Olves. Alfred kept his promise and stood by her side, but it wasn't a dangerous task. In this mansion, not even a long-eyed thief has ever committed, only her quiet life like drinking tea and reading.

But for Alfred, who walked through the rain of blades and swords, this life was not boring, but it was as calm as the future he had always believed in his heart.

It's just that he can already see that Olves's injuries have completely healed, which makes him happy but also worried.

"Nothing. Alves rubbed the crown of her forehead, "I remembered something annoying." But you, Yar, are not satisfied with my offer of ten Caesars a day? Why don't you give me an answer, or do you have the one in mind who has made the decision?"

Alfred's gaze finally fluctuated, but he fell into silent silence. Orves wanted him to be her Sworn Knight, a lifetime knight that a nobleman could only have in his lifetime under the Imperial Order, also known as a Guardian Knight.

This status does not conflict with any position, for example, the current head of the Holy Knights is the guardian knight of His Majesty the current Emperor Hadi Dempsch.

What is even more commendable is that the relationship between the oath taker and the oath is not the same as that of the knight of the family, but an equal and glorious oath of life, which may be more sacred in the eyes of some than a holy marriage.

But he could see that Olves's request was only prompted by the scar in her heart, and what could be more trustworthy than a knight who had arrived in the darkness of despair?

Maybe it's because of the knight's sense of justice, or maybe it's for a deeper unknown reason in his heart, surging and irrepressible emotions surging up and almost drowning him.

He unconsciously read out a sentence from the "Rose Knights".

"Perhaps because of the purity of the tireless faith, each of our knights became the hottest fire and the wildest gambler when chasing the beautiful figure in the foggy forest. Do not swear lightly, my knight, or you will feel the farthest and closest distance in the world. ”

Olwes glanced at Yar with her bright blue eyes and smiled, "Yar, you answered me with verses, but it's a bit of a trick. She didn't notice Yar's flushed face at the moment, but pondered the verse, and suddenly showed a look of disappointment, and her fingertips tapped a few times on the table with some irritation, and muttered "Yes?" and lowered her head.

The book that had just been closed was spread out again, and the atmosphere between the two of them became heavy.

"I'm leaving the Imperial Capital tomorrow, Alfred. She turned her head back, and the corners of her mouth were still the same smile that was not light, "It's a pity that our contract can't be renewed." But you saved my life, and you have dutifully guarded it for the past few days. ”

Olweis's amethyst ring flashed, and except for the books given to her by her teacher, everything else in the ring jumped into the air and rolled down the table, rare magical materials, long-lost famous paintings, and the glorious royal collection stacked on the table like a clutter.

No one could have imagined Olves's wealth, most of which she collected bit by bit from her expeditions, and a small part of them were gifts from her teacher and others, "Everything I have is here, except for this glass wand, you can take what you want." ”

Alfred's face turned pale, but the integrity of his heart rejected his argument to Olwess for that reason, and everyone knew that she was doing everything she could to repay it, not to end it.

It's just that for him, even if he takes a button, it means that the past with Olwes is gone.

He forced a smile on his face, looked around the table at the treasures, and smiled, "Viss, these things don't represent everything you do, like the Gothmers family name you inherited, every friend who cherishes you and is cherished by you, and... You... , all on this desktop. ”

The corners of Olves' mouth lifted up, and she stood up, and said, "I thought you didn't have a habit of knightly nagging, Yar, do I look like someone who will be overwhelmed by riches and cover his eyes?"

She walked up to Yar's side, took his hand, and with the other hand drew a sword from the treasures, which was not luster, not inlaid, but could not hide the purity and singing, and Olwes opened the curtain and lifted it to the light, and the sword was sharp, and bloomed brighter than the daylight, like a majestic snow-capped mountain under the scorching sun.

"This is the sword of the deceased knight Alan André. "This knight of court has lived his life worthy of his country and his faith. She placed the sword in Yar's hands, "You are qualified to fight with it." ”

Uncle Alan was a friend of his teacher, and the numerous injuries accumulated during his career eventually killed him, and in his will he gave the sword to Olves's guardian knight, but unfortunately it didn't work out so smoothly.

The sword of the court punishment knight!

Alfred felt an incomparable longing in his heart, for a young man like him, this sword was a symbol of glory, a symbol of honor, a symbol of inheritance and guidance, and what knight could withstand such temptation?

Olwees smiled and let go of her hand, remembering Uncle Allen's kind smile, she couldn't help but feel a little lost, let this sword go with Yar, if not help him kill more enemies, it should still protect his life.

Random footsteps suddenly sounded in the stairwell, and Olwes stopped talking to Yar, frowned, and after a moment's stroke, the things on the table returned to her amethyst ring, and sat down on the sofa in a comfortable position, and the books that had been tossed and turned over and over again.

Lancelot's figure in knight's armor appeared in the attic of the mansion again, and he looked in amazement at Alfred, who was holding a sword in both hands, and his ambivalence was written on his face, and his eyes flashed on the sword.

"White Song?", Lancelot's tone was slightly mocking, "This pinnacle work created by the elven clan, and the second partner of that guy Alan was given away by you like this." ”

"Watch your words, Lancelot, when will it be your turn to take care of my affairs?", Olves's tone was a little angry, but her face did not change at all, and she sat on the sofa and gave Lancelot a cold look.

"Uncle Allen didn't hand over the sword to you to meddle and gossip. ”

"Does it have anything to do with you and me, or me and Alan?", Lancelot's decadent face suddenly became excited, and he took a step forward, "I just want you not to live up to Alan's kindness and give this sword to a truly useful person!"

Olwes snapped the book behind and said, "I don't want to fight you any deeper, Lancelot." I just want to tell you that I don't depend on anyone, and I will continue to do so. I hold up my own sky, and therefore, this sword, to whom I want to give, and not to whom, is my own freedom!"

She looked at Yar and forced a smile, "Yar, let's go our separate ways, do you want me to send you away?"

Alfred sighed, and as he reached the top of the stairs, he turned his head and said, "Olvis, I...."

"Take it, Yar. "If you don't take anything, it will only make me more disappointed and more irresponsible to yourself." ”