The moment she meets Rolf, Alice is briefly awakened from a nightmare, followed by an even darker nightmare.

She had no idea how to deal with the big boy who suddenly appeared in front of her.

At this moment, she just wanted to quickly escape this place, escape from this endless and terrifying nightmare.

A cloud of light rose from the priest's body and quickly shrugged her head. She was imprisoned on the spot like a worm in amber.

Everyone was stunned. The chief knight was the first to come back to his senses, and shouted, "Father, what are you going to do?

"Shut up, idiot!" Windsor scolded, and a cloud of light shot mercilessly from his hand towards the chief knight.

Bang!

The holy light slammed into the knight's chest, knocking him straight away, and his back smashed through the wooden wall and flew out of the big wooden house, falling heavily to the ground!

"Captain......

"Boss ......"

"Head ......"

......

The group of holy knights exclaimed, and the other trainee knights were even more shocked and inexplicable, not knowing what was happening.

Rolf wanted to walk up the stairs, but was stopped by the priest's cold eyes, and stood on the spot helplessly, his face flushed.

"Shut up!" Wendthor shouted again, "After so many years of training in vain, have you forgotten the most basic discipline in the training of the Holy Knight?"

"But you ......," one of the knights argued.

"Knight Howard is fine! Just suffer a little, remind him again what the discipline of a holy knight is! Look what you all look like, all of you will give me self-whipping. Windsor interrupted in a cold voice.

Soon everyone heard the coughing sound of the chief knight interfering outside, and the two knights were still relieved, and directly ignored Wendthor's order, turned around and ran outside the wooden house.

Vaguely, they could be heard asking the chief knight with concern.

The other Holy Knights looked at each other one by one, unconvinced, anxious, angry, but more fearful.

Wendthor snorted heavily, "Rolf, do you know this girl?"

"My lord, she is my fiancée, and I beg your lordship to forgive her for the sake of the Light!" said Rolf, half-kneeling at the top of the stairs, looking at the priest shrouded in light.

"Apprentice Knight Rolf, you come with me!" Wendthor ordered suddenly, full of malice. These knights, directly in front of the newcomers, repeatedly undermined their authority, causing him to feel humiliated.

At this moment, the negative emotions in the priest's heart suddenly prompted him to want to play another bad game!

Brutally tugging at the girl who had been released from her confinement, ignoring her struggles and screams, he led the young midshipman with an anxious face into the room on the second floor.

Syllable!

Windsor slapped the girl in the face with a sudden slap, knocking her to the ground, a wisp of red blood coming out of the corner of her mouth.

Rolf instinctively wanted to rush at the girl in front of him, and suddenly Wendthor took out a staff from a large wooden box in the room.

The head of the staff that shone with a dazzling light pressed against Rolf's chest!

"Shut up! Rolf Apprentice Knight!" the Holy Light was ready to strike, shocking the lowly Rolf on the spot.

"Close the door!" Wendthor commanded in a cold voice.

Rolf shivered, and cold sweat continued to run down his pores.

Stiffly slamming the door shut, Rolf stood at a loss to figure out what to do.

A hard slap made the girl who had been in a nervous state strangely quiet. Lying on the ground, motionless.

Only her spasmodic intermittent sobbing indicated that she was still alive.

"Finally something!" Seeing Rolf, who was stunned by himself, Wendsol finally showed a little satisfied expression.

"Rolf Trainee Knight, do you want to be an official Holy Knight?" Wendthor asked suddenly and softly.

Rolf raised his head suddenly when he heard this, isn't it his biggest dream to become an official knight?

Wendsol's voice was like a devil from hell, with bad news and temptation.

"I love this girl! give you a choice, give up your apprenticeship and the favor of the Light and take her away, or stand here and watch me sleep with her!"

The three of them stood strangely in place, the atmosphere was solemn but a little absurd.

The quarrels between the knights downstairs, the gossip of the lumberjacks outside the big wooden house, the chirping of birds, the dawn has come. Such a vibrant world seemed to be separated by something in Rolf's heart at the moment. The whispering in his ears made him feel like he was in another small world of his own, listening to the activities of another world.

There was a thought that he kept suppressing but grew bigger and bigger.

When I first saw Alice today, her messy hair was obviously much looser than the clergy robe, and the place where Alice came out no longer showed the fact that Alice had an extra layer of relationship with the priest in front of her. A relationship he's always wanted but never forged.

"Become a full-fledged knight, gain the favor of the upper echelons, return home, and accept the flattery of the whole village! As for women, are there still few in the city of Talon? It is no exaggeration to say that as long as he hugs the thick thighs in front of him, he will become the new upstart of Dalong. Maybe even the nobleman's daughter has a chance to kiss Fangze!" Rolf gradually calmed down, and his trembling body had returned to the control of his brain.

Slowly raising his head again, Rolf's expression had changed to solemnity again!

Make a fist with his right hand, slam his left chest, and stand up with his legs: "Rolf is willing to be a sword in your hand!"

"Hahaha...... Well!" Wendthor laughed heartily, looked at the young man in front of him kindly, and said approvingly: "Young man, you have a bright future!"

"Praise the Light, praise be to his messenger, Father Windsor!" Rolf patted his ass with a serious face.

"Praise forever!" the priest nodded faintly.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded: "Congratulations, Holy Knight of Rolf!" Alice suddenly raised her head, and her cloudy eyes had regained their clarity at some point. It's just that the way she looks at Rolf is so complicated, a kind of complexity that can be called numbness!

Slowly got up from the ground, reached out and combed his messy long hair. She stood in Rolf's line of sight in the faint light of dawn, slowly shedding her robes.

Then, she turned to face a playful Windsor and reached out to take the disgusting hands.

"Come on!" she said softly, as if to say something that had nothing to do with her.