At some point, Lance began to dislike the dark environment of the jungle. Maybe it was because of the battle when he was ambushed by the Misty Mountain people before, he thought.

After a day's journey, the procession stopped at the edge of the path leading to Ilcutrin, and in the last rays of the sun, everyone was busy gathering firewood and preparing a full-stomach dinner.

"Where's the Count?" he asked a busy woman when everything was finally arranged.

"It seems to be over there. The knight pointed in the direction of the woods, and replied on his wife's behalf, "Is there anything wrong?"

He was busy tearing some hard, stone-like jerky into thin strips and putting them into iron pots, which would be filled with snow and lit a fire, and it would not be long before a bowl of fragrant and heart-warming broth was served.

"It's nothing, it's just that things don't look good. Lance looked at the women who were setting up the tents, and said with some concern, "There are too many of us to live in such a tent." ”

He shook his head to dispel the bad memories and strode towards the woods.

Unlike the noise over there, the forest in front of me was mostly composed of strong oak trees and iron trees that were even older than the kingdom, and the deformed intertwined roots wrestled with each other, twisted and intertwined by the snow-covered branches, and the silence was the soil that gave birth to this suffocating shadow, which always made people feel a little oppressive and embarrassed.

After walking a small distance, Lance finally saw the Count.

He sat quietly on a gray-white rock, surrounded by a warm spring that emitted a curling mist, and in his hand he held a piece of oiled leather, and was carefully brushing the blade of the sword, wiping the congealed blood stains from the sword.

"What a great place!"

This beautiful scenery hidden in the forest made Lance's eyes light up, and he couldn't help but let out a heartfelt admiration. The layer of decay accumulated for thousands of years sucked up the sound of his footsteps, so much so that a hint of surprise flashed in the count's eyes.

"yes, not bad. He turned his head to see who was coming, and replied gently but seriously: "Luck is not too bad after all, I didn't expect to find a precious warm spring here." ”

"Sorry to disturb you, Lord Count. Lance sat down on a random rock, took off his leather gloves and took off the temperature of the water, and sighed in satisfaction, "Wonderful! I must remember this place, it is worth a manor here." ”

"If you want to be disturbed by the barbarians of the Misty Mountains every day," the Count laughed and said noncommittally, "those damn fellows are always looting everywhere, and the patrols of Silverblade Castle are not happy to run too far. ”

"After all, after leaving the castle, who cares about them, the rangers under my command always take the opportunity to sneak away to hunt. Lance echoed and laughed, "But they are always in awe, at least they know how to share it with their adults." ”

"Oh, but that shouldn't be a reason for you to indulge them. The Earl nodded, raised his sword and glanced at it, the metal had been polished to a dull sheen, "How clean and beautiful is it after removing the stains?"

"This is indeed a good sword!"

Lance complimented heartily, and through the refraction of the light, he could see the ripples hidden in the depths of the steel, which were the marks of the forging process. Although he did not have much affection for swords, and believed that knowledge was the power to change his destiny, he could not deny that the Earl's sword did have its own unique beauty - this is the meaning it represented.

The broad blade of the sword has beheaded many enemy chieftains, and the gorgeous inscriptions are engraved with the motto of the Mormont family that has been passed down for centuries - we are the shields that defend the kingdom, and the spears soaked in the blood of the enemy!

This phrase was widespread in the Kingdom.

Lance shuddered inexplicably as he recalled the horror he felt when he was forced to forcibly write down hundreds of family coats of arms and aphorisms.

Despite the Count's joke and the fact that it looked like it was as usual, his instincts seemed to tell him that something was wrong.

Lance couldn't put it into words.

Since the Earl's resurrection, it seems that all of a sudden the two of them have an inexplicable sense of alienation, is it because they didn't rescue in time before?

This left him feeling a little confused and uneasy.

It has to be said that all nobles may have a talent for perception, and they can always show unusual sensitivity for certain subtle differences.

After noticing Lance's somewhat scrutinizing gaze, Ye Ming had to put his sword back into its scabbard and stop this tentative way of communication, "I guess you didn't come here to talk to me about your new manor, did you? What happened? Dear Lord Lance?"

"Besides, you don't like this place at all. He added pointedly.

"There may be a lot of people who will freeze to death tonight...", as if recalling those bad memories under the Earl's reminder, Lance gave up his desire to explore, and reported the information he observed in a somewhat low tone, "There are too many of them, and the tents of those Misty Mountain people may not be enough." ”

"Then let all of us out and let them squeeze in. Ye Ming nodded, this is a serious problem, he doesn't want his followers to finally get rid of man-made suffering, but die from the invasion of nature because of lack of preparation, "Arrange tonight's vigilance, the camp is as dense as possible, and by the way, use all those animal skins, even if it is a little simpler, at least it can withstand the wind and cold." ”

"So... All right, Lord Count!" Lance saluted respectfully before turning away, returning to his proper posture as a subordinate.

It's a bit of a quick turnaround.

That's because of the baptism before this, Ye Ming descended an oracle as Nidaya and promoted the earl to the second apostle of the Temple of Order.

In this way, in terms of the class arrangement of the temple, he was already at the same level as the first apostle of Lance, but the earl's own title was a cut above him, not to mention that the number of new knights and priests far exceeded that of Lance.

Ten priests, six knights!

This is the specific number of people who have passed Ye Ming's test, even if the test he set is extremely strict, not only does it require firm and unshakable faith, but also the two qualities of courage and kindness are indispensable, but even so, there are still sixteen people who have successfully passed, and even those knights have not missed a single one, and all of them have been successfully promoted - this almost makes Lance envious to death, although the rangers who follow him are also bathed in holy light, none of them are competitive.

Who has made them not experience the despair on the verge of life and death, and the desire for strength and awe?

After the knights truly saw their miraculous methods and powerful magical powers, they experienced the tempering of suffering, and their hearts were sublimated, and they were finally able to join the coveted Temple of Order and become one of the noble Templar Knights.

But compared to it, it is those girls who are the most rare, a full fifteen hundred people stand out ten, and they are all very young, the oldest is only 14 years old, it is the age when the heart is pure and unstained, but they have endured the suffering that should not be borne at this age, some of them have both parents died, and some...

Thinking of this, Ye Ming gritted his teeth a little with hatred, "Those damn barbarians!" He also experienced for the first time where the unforgettable hatred between Ravenston and the Misty Mountain people came from.

It's precisely because of this hatred that the success rate of the remaining women's promotion is hindered.,Revenge is okay.,But you can't accept it.,After gaining power, the monster that unleashed all the twisted hearts.。

The performance of these women in the illusion is still a little chilling to think about, Ye Ming just watched a few and really couldn't stand it, so he directly handed it over to the chip to be responsible for counting the results of this test.

But even so, he felt a little scared when he saw the women who were snuggled in his husband's arms. One of them, after gaining power, because of a few complaints from her husband's family members, thought they were exposing her impure black history, and killed his family with extreme cruelty.

Perhaps this is only a few extremes, but it is enough to show the seriousness of the problem, and how deep the scars carved in their hearts by the people of Misty Mountain are.

"I don't know if time can erase it..."Ye Ming sighed and stood up, "Amy, Anna, if you don't want to be taken away by wolves, it's best not to play hide and seek in the dense forest?"

"I'm sorry... Lord Earl..."

There was a rustling sound behind him and two timid female voices, which were the two girls who were carried on horseback by themselves.

Their petite and delicate bodies provided excellent cover, if it weren't for Lance's sudden visit, Ye Ming was surprised to probe the surroundings with a chip, and he really didn't realize that he was followed by two small tails.

"What's the matter?" he asked helplessly.

Maybe the voice was too harsh, and the two girls couldn't help but sob.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Ye Ming had to scramble to try to comfort, but wiping the leather of the sword blade was not a good material to take away tears, and the earl's already tall and burly body leaned over more like some kind of beast that chose people to devour. Under that overwhelming oppressive force, the two girls undoubtedly cried even more fiercely.

"Oh my God!" he felt that his head was about to explode, so he could only support his forehead with one hand, and said in a gentle voice as much as possible: "Stop first, and tell me what happened? Is someone bullying you?"

It should be the kindness in the tone that played a role, Amy, who is an older sister, secretly glanced at Ye Ming, and said quietly and aggrievedly: "You... Are you going to do without us?"

"Please, when am I going to have you over?" Ye Ming blurted out an incoherent retort with a look of surprise on his face, but then realized that it might be a little inappropriate to say this, and quickly explained, "Stop! Stop! Don't cry yet! Oh my God, I mean, what did you misunderstand?"