The orange light shone in front of him, the white king opened his eyes, the fist that was tightly protecting his heart suddenly loosened, and his muscles recovered from stiffness to softness, and at this moment, a touch of starlight fell from his palm and slowly rose again.

"I'm alone again. ”

The white king got up, leaned on the wall of light, and staggered forward, the starlight was the firefly in the wheat field, and the white king was the scarecrow surrounded in the field.

"You're awake. ”

The white king opened his eyes, and finally found the end of the light, the bright and shining crystals hung in the yellow room, the girl with a small white cotton nightdress lay on the side, looking at him with a smile, there was a white cup on the bed table, the steaming heat on it, and the thick medicinal fragrance drilled into the white king's nostrils, echoing between the heart and lungs.

"You probably don't know it yourself, my god when I examine your body! Every corner of your whole being is scarred! I can't imagine what sustains your body to function. ”

The White King turned his head to look at the girl, who looked about the same age as himself, with fair skin, spotless clothes on his body, and proud long golden-white hair on his head, which was turned into a single braid, and the smell of pampering was stronger than the fragrance of medicine.

This girl reminded the White King of Maen again, dirty, and his skin that had been in the dark for a long time was yellow and dark due to lack of nutrition.

If Maen is always just an ordinary girl, maybe she is even more beautiful than her. The White King looked at the girl and thought in a daze.

"You've been sleeping for three days, so I'm suggesting you eat something to make up for it. Seeing that the white king had been staring at him, a large flush appeared on her round face, and she took out the pink lunch box from under the bed, and after opening it, the aroma of the meal pulled the white king out of her memory.

"What is this?" the White King propped himself up with his hands and leaned his body against the back of the bed, "and where else is this?"

"To answer your first question first, originally, the organization will provide meals, but I'm worried that your patient can't get used to it, because the taste is too bad, so I specially made one, and the nutrition is absolutely enough. ”

"Also, our name here. ”

"It's called the 'Knight's Oath', and you just need to know that you have to be honored to be a part of this place, and I'm an aftermath. ”

The girl introduced herself and the organization in simple words, and the white king vaguely guessed what the so-called knight's oath was about, and there will be many people here who are older or younger, undergoing a similar 'exam' to him, and if you don't pass, you will draw a big cross with the blood in your heart, and they won't care if the corpse stinks, and they will pass, so be honored for it.

Bai Wang took the lunch box and devoured it, the chopsticks were left aside by him, where was there still the strength to eat piece by piece, and even chewed the food in his mouth five times at most.

"Does it taste reasonable?"

The White King didn't answer, focusing on the food, he shielded himself from any influence from the outside world, but regardless of the appearance of the image was the best reward for the girl.

"When you're done eating, someone will take you where you need to go when you go out. Seeing that the White King did not speak, the girl stopped bothering her, stood up, yawned, stretched lazily, and the beautiful arc was completely ignored by the hungry White King, "I'm so sleepy, I've been staring at you here for a long time, and since you're awake, my work is done." ”

The girl went out, and when she was leaving, she glanced back at the white king, but he didn't look up at all, there was no sign of wanting to stay, and she rolled her eyes widely, she didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

"Bang!"

The loud sound of the door slamming woke the White King, he was so hungry that he knew what would happen when his eyes were red with hunger, and that time he had carved a stone tablet called Lesson with a bloody knife, and he didn't want to be so hungry that he didn't choose food, or even eat people.

Sometimes, the White King has been thinking about whether to curl up in a ball and shiver, wet his clothes with the sweat of fear, or shout and muster courage for himself, swinging the fragile wooden sword in his hand vigorously and cutting the fangs of reality.

But either one of them will be scarred.

He has always been confused, everything he has done is just a whim, he wants revenge, kill everyone in the Roaring Lion Legion, and the silver god, but he also wants to be in a corner of peace, find a woman who doesn't care about facial paralysis to fish and farm quietly, he has lived basically all the time in the village peacefully, nothing to see the sunset and the rising smoke in the distance.

He really wants to find a direction, no longer relying on his own momentary enthusiasm, whenever reality is like a raging wave crashing against his body, he should always know whether he is retreating or advancing.

But if it were to be ordinary, would the cross ruling allow it? The White King put down the empty, licked glowing lunch box in his hand, looked down and thought, and looked at his right hand, would the black devil's claws allow it?

They are all so powerful, and they are still very cold, Bai Wang can't figure out why the children of three or four months old have a gold mountain in their hands, or why the gold mountain is in the hands of this child, and someone bullies him, so he throws a gold brick over.

If they want to be calm, maybe they will work together to pull themselves out of the word calm and slap them a few times.

The White King stood up, wearing a brand new set of white clothes with the scent of lavender on them, and opened the door decisively, as if he had figured out something.

It's all life, you can't die in vain, can you?

"Are you the White King?" The neat black suit, the man who was so cold that he was about to frost motioned to the White King, and the White King was stunned and nodded.

"Come with me. The man cherishes words like gold, walks in front, and doesn't care whether the white king keeps up at all, he knows what the white king will be in the organization, he will be very special, so special that he has never heard of such a person since the establishment of the organization, the man has a trace of disdain for such a special, and is still very curious.

Walking through the corridor, the figures were crowded, and no one would notice that there was a young man with facial paralysis who was secretly observing the world he had never touched.

"Let's go inside. The man turned sideways, and the white king walked to a tall door, the giant door made the white king wonder if this was the passage of the dragon, the bronze door seemed to be a relic that had been excavated, the body of the king sitting on the royal chair was dry, but the majesty that came to his face was still trembling, and the ancient surface of the giant gate was sniffed with his nose, it was the smell of time.

On both sides of the door erected two stone statues that were looking into the distance, the giant sword in the hand of the stone statue was inserted into the ground, and the body under the armor could not see the gender face, through the blank eyes of the stone statue, the white king saw the two tall figures standing in front of the city gate, one husband and ten thousand people could not open,

"You're finally here, young man. ”

The huge door opened automatically, and the complex patterns continued to fill his vision, the complexity of these patterns was incredible, on the walls of the huge and bright hall seemed to be one warrior after another fighting on the battlefield, some of these warriors stepped on the dragon's head, the spear pointed into the distance, the back was distant and blurred, and some turned into bones that could no longer move, clinging to ideals in their arms, and their dead pupils longed for freedom.

The deafening sound of war drums made the white king's blood boil, the red blood may not be cruel, but the burning on it is will and tomorrow.

Twelve huge pillars were erected in the hall, each of which was hung with penitents, their faces were not depicted with facial features, their chests pierced with different weapons, and one of the axes could not help but make the White King look more.

With the sound of steady footsteps in the center, the sturdy white-haired old man walked down the steps, and the white king looked at the old man with great interest, because he was too young, the dark blue armor was tightly attached to his tall body, the pants were straight, the neckline was a mini golden sword to tie the neckline, the pure silver hair was neatly combed back, and the wrinkles on his face were not left by time, they were traces of honor, but he was indeed old, and his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of time.

He reminded the White King of the two stone statues in front of the gate, looking into the future and stepping on the footprints of history.

"You can call me Koman. The old man shook the goblet in his hand, and the sound of the transparent red wine and the ice cubes hitting it made the White King a little greedy, "The best wine from the dwarven kingdom of Barron, it is a sin to waste a drop, of course, I will not invite you to have a drink, watching it flow into your throat, I think my heart will bleed." ”

You guys?

The White King found himself covered in a large shadow, and there was a giant man standing nearly three meters tall behind him, no, it was a beast standing behind him, and the heavy breathing could be heard covering his ears, wearing the same clothes as the White King, but the wide model of the White King could be used as a winter quilt, he smiled at the White King honestly and stretched out his hand.

"Why don't you introduce each other?" said Koman, who took the last sip of wine, strained it inch by inch from his mouth to his chest, closed his eyes and enjoyed it, and reluctantly opened one eye, "My knights." ”

"Hello, my name is Titan and I'm from ······" The Titan hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly said, "I'm from the Southlands. ”

The Titan's voice matched his figure, calm and powerful, and it was full of tenderness, and the White King couldn't imagine how the 'rough' man in front of him made him smell the bright yellow spring breath, and that gentleness was a lion kissing the fawn.

"White King. ”

After speaking, the White King turned around, and the Titan's hands as thick as stone pillars were awkwardly hanging in the air, and his eyes turned to Koman for help.

Koman bent down and placed his glass on the steps, his demeanor revealing elegance, "Still a cold knight." Koman said, walking up to the two of them.

"Introduction, we're knightly vows, I think you've heard it, kid. Koman looked at the Titan, "As for my Cool Knight, I've read about your background, and to be honest, I'm curious how you joined us, only a powerful person is qualified to hear about and join us, and you poor country people······ Who the hell is that?"

Koman squinted, his sweeping gaze making the White King uncomfortable, and the dormant cross was about to move.

"Of course, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you pass the exam, you are one of us, I don't care about your background, my lovely knights, you will wear the glory of knighthood and fulfill the oath of knighthood. ”

"There may not be any rites of the Holy University, because everyone passes the exam at a different time, and you will be the same group of people in the future, fulfilling the same vows. ”

Koman hung two signs on the chests of the two of them, the signs were in the shape of shields, on which the faces of the two were depicted, and a sword covered the eyes of the human faces, "Great knight, Titan." Coman patted the Titan's chest, and he could only reach it.

"White Knight, White King. ”

Keman smiled, his eyes bent into two arcs, and he examined his heart through the eyes of the white king, and for a long time, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"You're laughing at me?"

"No, White Knight, you're completely wrong, I'm just used to taking things seriously, and thinking pessimistically about everyone I've met. Koman said, and suddenly the figure disappeared, and in a blink of an eye he reached the door.

"But I can't dig you deeper into the pessimism. ”

Keman waved his hand, and the huge door opened, and the tall figure walked out, and the hall was isolated with ignorant knights. Hearing the footsteps of leaving, the white king couldn't help but scold, this is the end? Could it be that the old man named Keman didn't know that he had prepared a paragraph, ready to give a speech at any time, not to mention the speech, it was too much to only have three people in the hall of Nuoda!

And Koman, who had just walked out the door and stepped on the stone slab in the hallway, raised his eyebrows and looked at a dark spot in the corner, "Gusol, decided not to show up?"

"A masterpiece is meant to be watched in silence. ”

Ke Man let out a long sound, his eyes were strange, as if he was looking at an old friend who had impotence: "You are not afraid that your masterpiece will hold a grudge, I can see how strong the black flame in the white knight's heart burns." ”

"He will, but what the adults want is not his grudge, or even ······ It's something deeper. Gusol suddenly stepped out of Koman's shadow and stood darkly behind him.

Keman was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Hahaha, that's right, I'm looking forward to that day." ”

"His exams have just begun. ”