Roy opened his eyes from meditation. The room was sunny and silent.

A halo of light swirled on the carpet, half visible in the shadows of the walls, the other half submerged in the golden sunlight cast through the windows. Although it looks faint, it is real, and it no longer appears occasionally like before, and then disappears.

Roy looked at this hard-won battle ring and lost his mind for a moment.

"If you find the artifact, you will be able to restore your ability to cultivate your fighting spirit, don't be discouraged. "It was the old and powerful voice of Grandpa William. The sound was accompanied by the whistling sound of boundless wind and snow. From the childhood of memory, along the two rows of footprints in the wind and snow, one large and one small, collided head-on.

It's hard to breathe.

"Be a paladin......." that was Tom's voice. On that cliff with endless leaves, the blacksmith's son smiled in pain and repeated the brothers' vows.

Accompanied by this voice is a heart-rending pain that I have watched lost but cannot recover.

And also......

And the figure of Eretia hidden in the sunlight. Her long blond hair fluttered in the wind of the pass, and her beautiful face had a friendly smile.

She placed the sword on her shoulder and said, "On the day you become a knight, you will be the guardian knight of me, Princess Eretia of the Saint Solan Empire." ”

She was his fiancée.

From the moment of birth, it is.

In more than ten years of life, he and her have each walked through different trajectories, one in the snowy wilderness, and the other in the dangerous palace.

Then, meet in that beautiful town in the south.

"I'm so happy that I didn't find the person I was looking for, but I met you at the end of the trip. Roy is a good name, I love it. "Under the starry sky of Borabel Castle, the noble and distant Eretia is like a girl next door, smiling.

She pretended to be pitiful: "If one day you become him, or become the one who is better than others, remember to save me." ”

The past qiē is like the backyard of a nobleman's house that I sneaked into when I was a child, and the old mottled whirling wooden horse that was quietly stored in the red or yellow fallen leaves on the ground, began to rotate from stationary, over and over again, and appeared in Roy's mind again and again.

"Congratulations. The dwarf said in a deep voice.

"Thank you. Roy lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth.

There was silence in the room. The dwarf did not speak again, but quietly accompanied the lonely boy to enjoy the joyful and sad time.

"You know what?" said the dwarf after a long time, "You're the first guy I've ever seen who has achieved a vindictive breakthrough with a crooked mouth, and I have to say, you looked really ugly just now." ”

Roy laughed.

The dwarf put his hand, which had no temperature or weight, on Roy's shoulder: "But I must also admit that from now on, you are already a real knight. ”

Roy nodded, a sunny smile on his face.

A commotion came from downstairs. He jumped up like a nimble and merry reindeer, and galloped to the window to look down.

Outside the Tiehua Gate in the small courtyard downstairs, two uninvited guests were talking to Old Grande, as if they were asking something, with a respectful attitude. And Ivan and Jem stood at the door with their arms crossed on their left and right, hooking the corners of their mouths and expressionless. Shaking his head with Grandet.

The door behind him was pushed open. Roy heard a familiar footstep and asked without looking back, "What's going on outside, who are those two people?"

"Those two are the teachers of the Ministry of Magic of the First Training Camp, and they said that they have come to visit a venerable Dharma God. As she spoke, Malt folded the sheets of the soapy and sun-smelling clothes she had just collected from the drying rack and put them in the closet.

"The funny thing is that they are not sure where the Dharma God lives, saying that they sensed that the tide of spiritual power is roughly surging here, so they go door to door to look for it. ”

As they spoke, the two people downstairs had already saluted in disappointment as Grandet denied it, and walked along the path in front of the door to the house next to them.

Spiritual Power Tide ...... The god ....... Roy was startled, and his body quickly flashed behind the curtain, only half of his head poked out to look down.

Both were men. One of them was in his thirties, with no features, and seemed to be just an ordinary bachelor of affairs. The other was about fifty years old, wearing a black robe without any logos, and his body was surging with strong magical power fluctuations, and his strength was unfathomable. ,

If not a Sky Sage, at least a Sun Magister!

Roy touched his chin and smashed his mouth.

He knew that these two people were attracted to him.

When he first started meditating, he once thought that the energy tide of heaven and earth that all mages sensed when meditating was as terrifying as himself. Later, after a long time, he slowly realized that the unlucky bastard who was almost slapped to death on the beach by the wave of spiritual power was actually the only one himself.

Other low-level magicians, it would be nice to have a cloud of fog around them every time they meditate!

Roy didn't know why this was happening, if it was because of his own strong perception, or because he needed to recharge his energy. Anyway, he and the movement that he made every time he meditated were no less than a Dharma god.

Roy looked around, a little worried. In a densely populated city, it is difficult to stir up such a powerful tide of heaven and earth spiritual power without being noticed. Now that someone has flocked to find it through guò spiritual power, wouldn't it be even more eye-catching to enter the academy after that?

At this moment, the fifty-year-old magic teacher downstairs seemed to sense something, and looked back at the attic of the small building. Roy quickly turned to one side and hid behind the wall. Looking at Malt in horror.

"Sir, they can't be looking for you, are they?" Mai'er tiptoed as she placed a folded stack of clothes on the top of the closet. His chin was raised, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Her long, silky hair was tied up with a floral handkerchief, revealing her fair neck and slightly pointed ears. An apron was tied around her waist, and the thin cotton cloth was tucked in, outlining her slender waist and clinging to her plump and straight breasts and round buttocks.

This first form of lower malt is simply a ripe peach. Every inch of the body exudes a natural, gentle and sensual allure.

Master......

Every time he was called by Malt, Roy's bones were crispy.

He pressed against the wall and swallowed his saliva quietly, his gaze glued to Malt'er, unable to take his eyes off it. And Malt also seemed to notice Roy's gaze, and without a trace, she raised her chest slightly, and her slightly pointed ears were red and trembling slightly.

For a moment, there was a subtle atmosphere in the room. Roy and the Dark Elves felt each other's thoughts, hearing each other's breathing and heartbeats, and a spring commotion flowed through their blood. It's like a large patch of grass that quickly burrows out of the soil.

"Malt ......," Roy coughed.

Mai'er tugged at the corners of her clothes, drooped her eyelashes, and looked well-behaved: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm looking for Oliver. Roy slipped out of the room as if he were running away, hearing a low laugh behind him.

"Damn. Sooner or later, she will be played to death!"

Roy went downstairs with a dejected look on his face. He is at an age when he has irrepressible fantasies and restlessness about the opposite sex, that is, when he gets up in the morning, he has to take a cold shower to make the troubled little Roy honest, not to mention facing Malt, a charming stunner who plays with fire!

Especially in the past few days in Muni City, he found that his resistance to Malt seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. The first form of malt is like a beautiful magic flower full of extreme allure, and it has quietly bloomed without knowing when.

Her steps have become lighter, her figure has become softer, and the ten thousand styles revealed by her gestures have completely lost the youthfulness of a girl, becoming more natural and charming, and more deadly.

Listening to the silver bells in the upstairs room, with a hint of eating and laughing, Roy's face was stinky, but his heart was happy and peaceful.

Shaking his head, leaving all his fantasies behind, Roy walked to the front yard.

When he walked out of the green wooden door of the small building, Grande was already waiting for him on the wooden flower platform full of flowers and upside-down spider plants, and said respectfully: "Young Master Roy, I have already purchased the alchemy materials you wanted. Put it in your real room. ”

"Just in time. Roy smiled and took the list from Grandet.

Ever since taking a fifth-level aura pill given by Sophia in Medin City. Roy was fully aware of the benefits of the elixir for cultivation. And now he has just broken through the first level of Dou Qi and urgently needs to be consolidated, and the materials that Grande bought back can just be used!, Roy is a novice in alchemy, but his teacher, the necromancer Austin, who has been dead for more than a hundred years, is a genius in this area. In Austin's notes, there is a record of countless knowledge of herbal materials and formulations that Roy had never even heard of before. And Roy's spatial ring is also full of rare medicinal herbs picked from the desperate situation.

Now that he has broken through the first level of Dou Qi, in the next few days, Roy is ready to concentrate on learning the elixir refining. If you can refine the several medicines on the successful note, it will be of great benefit to your future cultivation or other aspects! You must know that the status of an alchemist is not lower than that of a demon pattern master at all!

Looking at the list, Roy laughed.

Although Grande doesn't know any martial arts, he looks a little obscene on the outside. But Roy had to admit that Fergus had sent a great favor to himself.

As long as Grande was there, no one would be able to take even one more bronze sani out of his waist. This old money fanaticism's passion for money and sensitivity to numbers made Roy even suspect that this guy was a greedy dragon in his last life!

Just like this list in his hand, even if Roy buys it himself, he will have to spend at least thirty percent more to get it. And I don't know how long I'm going to have to deal with those greedy merchants. And to give it to Grande, but it has been done properly in half a day.

"Young Master Roy, the rest of the money ......." Grandet handed over the blue and gold card that Roy had given him.

"Old money fan, don't take a bite of a young master and a young master. Call me Roy from now on. You can take this card," Roy smiled and stopped, and motioned to Grandet to put away the blue and gold card that Fergus had given, "I'll be in the academy in two days, and I'll be on your care outside." ”

"Then what's the matter, you are the family of Master Fergus, and they are my grande benefactors. Besides, since Master Fergus has already asked me to follow you, then I have to call you Young Master. The rules can't be messed up. Grandet looked straight at the point. The card quickly slipped into the bag.

He put away the blue gold card and said to Roy, "Young Master Roy, I discussed it with Miss two days ago. We felt that we should buy some properties. ”

"Industry, is it necessary?" Roy scratched his head. Although the Firetes were still far away from the city of Muni, the situation seemed to be calm. But Roy, who had wandered with his grandfather to Feilie many years ago, knew that the empire, which civilizes the world with knights, has not even taken out one-tenth of its strength.

Roy, who had always longed for his own castle and manor, was not opposed to buying property, but he thought it would be best to think about such a thing after going to the imperial capital. However, he also knew that "Miss" would never agree.

The young lady in Grande's mouth is naturally a malt. Grandet discussed this matter with Malt as much as he did with a bear whether or not to eat honey, and there could be no second answer. From the beginning to the end, Malt's enthusiasm for the purchase of the estate property has never faded.

This dream came from the days when she was in the land of redemption at the beginning of her wandering in different brothels. During those days, Malt's greatest wish was to buy a small manor and be her own hostess. No more risking being identified as your real identity. It's just that when I met Roy, I strayed into a desperate situation, and after staying in it for half a year, my dream was stranded.

And now, no one can stop Miss Malt.

Roy was sure that as long as he spat out half a word, Malt would appear beside him in an instant, like a summoned beast of a phantom beastmaster, and wrung his ears and roared angrily.

And Oliver, who was napping in the sun in the corner of the yard, would also rush up without heart and brains to fight his master.

"Yes, of course it is necessary, Master Roy. How can a noble lord not have his own property?" Grandet could not understand the authentic way.

As a housekeeper in a merchant family. In his concept, no matter how big the business is, it is only natural to buy a land property. The field itself is the best commodity, which not only retains its value, but also makes money. With land and slaves, wealth is not rootless.

Besides, Roy is a magician, and he has to enter the academy of the first training camp. Becoming a nobleman is a sure thing. A nobleman without a field is a ruined nobleman, and a knight without a fief is a wandering knight. He couldn't watch the young master be laughed at because of this. , this young master, is powerful, but a little unreliable. In this regard, the knowledge is not as good as that of the young lady.

"Alright!" Roy agreed with a wry smile as he looked into Grandet's eyes. He had no say in the matter.

"Young master, I have already taken a fancy to a manor in the east of the city. Nice location and a nice white house. There is a river, and the back of the mountain is the pasture, and it is close to the mill. Only 3,000 gold Lulang is needed. It's also convenient to expand it in the future......" Grandet saw Roy nodding and immediately became excited. He chattered, "There's a slave trade in two days, and we'll have to buy some slaves." With the estate, no one can't do it. Those tenants can't count on ......"

As soon as old Grandet talked about this matter, he was not finished, and he babbled on and on until Ivan came to say goodbye, and went to discuss with the "young lady" who supported him the most.

"Did the old money fan tell you about buying a manor?" Ivan walked up the steps and sat down on a bench in the flower gallery with Roy. He asked as he looked at the back of Grande's fart and left. Seeing Roy nodding, he laughed and said, "I know that he and Malt have discussed this matter a lot in the past two days. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and took out two sealed letters from his bosom and handed them to Roy.

When he took the letter from Ivan's hand, Roy's face became stern. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letterhead.

The first is the case of the Wenger robbery that Philip sent to secretly learn about.

After taking away a number of important witnesses, it took only a short world for the Inquisition of the Diocese of Bronnshire to obtain a confession sufficient to crucify Arsene Wenger and implicate the West Side Holy See. Immediately, Joseph used this as an excuse to quickly control the bishop and lord Wenger of Luoxia City.

The matter was immediately reported to Archbishop Wallace of Lulian and Archduke Adolf of Lulian. In response to this kind of scandal, the two invariably adopted a wait-and-see posture to keep a distance from the incident, and the public instructions in front of everyone's eyes were only two words - thorough investigation!

When Arsene Wenger and the Black Skull bandits plundered nearly twenty passing caravans, and the news of the Black Skull bandits' demise, which people talked about, quickly spread in all directions, no one else could intervene except Joseph.

For the aristocracy, the act of mingling with the notorious Black Skull bandits was not only a loss of identity, but also a violation of the reputation and rules of the nobles, and they were afraid to avoid Wenger whether they were in friendship with him or not.

And the bishop of the West District, Sachi, issued a public condemnation letter at the first time, which was superficially righteous and stern, but in Roy's opinion, it was full of weakness.

At this stage, Roy knew that Joseph had completely taken control of the situation.

Sakhine's letter was not so much a condemnation of Wenger as it was for Joseph. Now whether Joseph wants to profit from this, force Saki to give in, or beat the water dogs, it depends on his own mood and the wishes of Archbishop Wallace.

Either way, the Wenger family is completely finished. A large amount of property of unknown origin will somehow fall into Joseph's pocket. Only Joseph could be a man, and these things were indispensable to a part of Wallace. In that way, his status as the new bishop of the county will also rise.

And when Roy opened the second letter, his hand couldn't help it.

The contents of this letter were the addresses of the blacksmith Daddy Ken and the people who had escaped from Bollabel with the help of Ivan and others.

After he jumped off the cliff, Eretia led the royal cavalry to escort civilians to Muuni City, far away from the harassment and revenge of Matthew and others. For more than a year, they have been living in the city of Muni. The nearest one, less than 500 meters from his neighborhood!

"Let's go!" Roy stood up and strode out the door.

He's going to find them.

Don't wait a moment!

.............

.............

"Hans, what are you still grinding about? Why don't you send this thing to Mrs. Simpson, if you can't deliver it in half an hour, you can wait for me to clean it up!"

With a loud roar, Hans walked out of a small gray building on Boning Street in the central district of Muni City, holding a heavy wooden box in his arms.

"Sergeant Hans, are you going to deliver again?" Two uniformed sergeants on horseback looked at Hans, who was a little wolf, on a war horse dressed in black and red horse ornaments. Hans walked past them in silence.

The streets are bustling with activity. Horse-drawn carriages rang bells and horses' hooves sounded crisply on the stone road. Richly dressed aristocrats, knights in chain mail cloaks, tattered and barefoot commoners and hawkers bustle and stream endlessly.

Some of them stood on the side of the road chatting, some wandered in the shops, some rode horses or sat in open carriages, staggering

At that time, his life was peaceful and comfortable. He likes the people there, the sea breeze there, and he likes to drink and gamble with the men who run the sea after taking off his uniform. It's a pity that this damn war ruined his life.

Since arriving in Muni City, although Hans has reluctantly obtained a position in the police hall of Muni City by virtue of his status as a police sergeant, he has no power, no power and no money, and he has been ostracized everywhere. The dignified police sergeant is supported to do some cleaning and delivery chores every day.

Although he was very depressed, Hans could only endure it. Because there are many people who have come from Bollabel who are in a more difficult situation than him, and need his help and help.

And when he came out of Bollabelle, he was just a bachelor in his forties. And now, he had become acquainted with a widow he met here. With a home comes a bond. No matter how aggrieved and depressed he is, he can only grit his teeth and live such a life.

Thinking that the rent would have to be paid in the next two days, and that the shoes on the woman's and her daughter's feet had to be mended and had to be replaced, Hans decided to hurry to deliver the things that the sergeant captain had given Mrs. Simpson.

He can't give the other party a chance to go berserk. In this No. 2 Sergeant Station in the Central District, apart from the District Police Inspector, the rank of Sergeant Captain is the highest.

The guy is greedy for money, lustful, and short-tempered. Although he couldn't fire himself directly, it couldn't be easier to unite with the police officers below to get himself in some trouble. If they want to, it's not impossible to make a game to frame themselves and lose their jobs.

With their status as police sergeants, they have also done a lot of inauthentic things. Ordinary civilians can only swallow their anger in front of Carden, who has the dual status of a police sergeant and a noble knight.

When Hans came to the No. 2 Sergeant Station in the Central District, although he was not used to what Carden was doing, he did not have any direct conflict with him. The present situation was made possible only by Hans's woman, the widow who had come to the city of Muni with a daughter.

The widow's name was Sally, and like Hans, she was a refugee who had fled to the city of Muni.

Although Sally is in her thirties this year, she still has charm, and her fifteen-year-old daughter is also very beautiful. As soon as the mother and daughter settled in the slum, they were targeted by many people.

It was at that time that Hans met Sally in Guò, a Bolabel man who lived next door to Sally, and later prevented a lot of misfortune for the mother and daughter, and they fell in love with each other over time.

Unexpectedly, Carden fell in love with Sally.

In this troubled world, a mother and daughter with no money and no background are as easy to get hold of as a lamb without the protection of a sheepfold and a shepherd dog. If it weren't for Hans, there would have been at least a hundred ways to make the mother and daughter desperate. You can even bring both mother and daughter to their own bed.

Carden wasn't going to give up because of Hans's save. He went directly to Hans and offered Hans to sell Sally and her daughter to him. In his opinion, this was already to give Hans face.

In this way, Hans and Carden inevitably ran into each other. Although Hans had been careful not to confront Carden head-on, this time he couldn't help it. He had no choice but to stand in front of Sally's mother and daughter, doing his duty as a man and father.

From then on, Hans's life in the police station became more and more difficult.

Everyone in the sergeant station knew that sooner or later Carden was going to make Hans lose his job. Take that coveted mother and daughter over!

"Hans, who Mrs. Simpson is, you should know without reminding you," Hearing Carden's cold snort, one of his henchmen said to Hans in a sinister manner, "If you don't send these things to Madame's house in half a prayer hour, no one will be able to protect you if you miss her banquet." ”

Hans lowered his head and led his horse to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a police sergeant behind Carden, who had been a close friend to him, anxiously handing him a look. , has been a sergeant for more than 20 years, and has trained a pair of vicious-eyed Hans, with only one vote of Carden and the few henchmen around him, he knows that something is wrong. These people had a look on their faces and a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes. Although they usually don't look at themselves very friendly, it definitely won't be this kind of gaze.

This kind of gaze, he had only seen in one situation. That is, the hunter looks at the prey that has fallen into the trap, or the crook sees the target in the trap!

In an instant, Hans's mind suddenly remembered a voice that he had heard from the wooden box when he was tying it up.

Chinaware... Splinter...

Hans's brain buzzed, and he quickly untied the wooden box from his horse.

"What are you doing?"

At Carden's roar, Hans opened the crate.

Dozens of exquisite porcelain plates, divided into three stacks, appeared in front of everyone. And at least a fifth of them has been turned into pieces!

"You're trying to frame me?" Hans's eyes turned red. He looked up and stared at Carden.

Mrs. Simpson was a celebrity in the city of Muen, and was a noble count. In the city of Muni is notoriously mean. Hans didn't have to think about it to know what would happen to him if he delivered the box of porcelain she needed to her house before she had a dinner party!

The things are sent by themselves, and the black pot is of course carried by itself. At that time, Carden and the others pushed the responsibility on their heads, and even if they jumped into the holy pool, they couldn't wash it off!

Seeing Hans suddenly open the box, Carden was also a little confused.

His plan was to send Hans to Mrs. Simpson and kill him with a knife. Mrs. Simpson was furious, and Hans not only lost his job, but also had to pay a debt that he could not afford to pay after ten years of hard work. The compensation alone was enough for him to drink a pot. You can even sell yourself into slavery!

Can ...... now Carden suddenly pointed coldly at Hans: "Okay you Hans, it's good that we just handed over the things to you, and you broke Mrs. Simpson's things when you went out." I said I just heard something fall to the ground, right?"

Carden's last words were to the others around him.

As soon as he heard Carden's words, his group of foxes suddenly screamed.

"Yes, I heard that, too. ”

He was the one who dropped the box on the ground. ”

"I can testify that I just saw it in the window. ”

"I can testify too!"

In the midst of this vicious blatant accusation, the sergeants next to him and some passers-by who heard the sound all looked at Hans with pity.

Hans shouldn't have taken the box.

Since the box has passed through his hands, then, if the contents are broken, he cannot escape responsibility. What's more, the other party is now determined to frame him. Carden is a nobleman and a sergeant captain. There are a large number of followers around me. Hans, on the other hand, had no power or power.

This loss, he is determined!

Looking at the hateful mouths in front of him, Hans's eyes were as blood-red as a mad wolf. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was going to pounce on him and tear Carden to pieces in the next second!

Don't go. Hans, calm down!

The people next to him all sweated for him. Everyone knows that once Hans does it, not only will it not help, but it will become even more out of control. Not to mention these broken porcelain, the crime of openly attacking the nobles alone can make him unable to eat and walk around.

What's more, Hans is no match for Carden, who is a three-star brave knight, and Carden will not let go of such an opportunity. Now that he has calmed down and is looking at Hans with a cruel look, he will not hesitate to kill Hans on the spot!

Hans's eyes were getting redder and redder, and he had lost his mind.

Just as he let out a low roar in his throat and was about to pounce on him, suddenly, several knights swept past him like a whirlwind and rushed towards Carden and the others.

In the next second, a tall knight with the coat of arms of a knight with red leaves embroidered on his clothes and four battle rings rotating under his feet had already punched Carden in the face. Carden's whole body seemed to be hit head-on by an angry bull, and he flew upside down.

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded in Hans's ears.

"Uncle Hans. ”

Hearing this, Hans felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He turned his head in a daze, and when that silly and sunny smiling face appeared in his field of vision, an inexplicable sourness surged up his nose slowly.

The vision was blurred. (To be continued)