The sun had gradually become a little scorching from the faint light of its first rise, and a round of gold on the horizon slowly climbed up to the shadows of the city walls, dispelling the darkness there, just as the Holy Religion would dispel the infidels.

"Shabak, can you tell me what this thing does?" Two people outside the palace slowly walked towards the street, the blonde young Vicos holding a cross in his hand, looking at the white stone structure on the medal, he couldn't understand the meaning of Alphonse rewarding him with this cross.

Just as Sebas had come to the hall again to stop their unnourished conversation, Sebas walked gracefully to the throne, placing a cross on a white glove made of precious silk fabric.

This thing was the item that Alphonse asked Sebas to bring, as if it were a medal of reward, as for the reward or something, "Any warrior who wants to fight the infidels in his heart, and who wants to save the infidels in his soul, has a reason and deserves to receive this medal for his bravery." ”

Vicos held the medal between his index finger and thumb, lifted it slightly and straightened it up, aiming it at the sun's location, allowing the sun's rays to shine on the cross. The white glow of the stone part of the cross was pierced by sunlight, and Vicos narrowed his right eye slightly, looking at what Alphonse called the "Order of Jihad" in the sunlight that filled his pupils.

"Don't ask me. Shabak couldn't answer this question, so he could only skew his shoulders helplessly, "You should ask Alphonse in person." ”

Even Vicos himself knew that such an interview would not lead to anything, so he could only put the question aside for a while, and for the time being, he would think that Alphonse was a brainless person.

I came to the hustle and bustle of the city. After the soldiers were assembled on both sides of the street, there were no soldiers. Instead, there are homecoming believers and stalls with some shops. In front of each stall, a number of people gathered more or less, bargaining with each other.

Shabak and Vicos pushed away the bustling crowd in front. Heading towards the hotel, Liechden and Old Jock were not allowed to enter the palace, so they had already returned to the hotel while they were waiting for Shabak and the others to come out. I heard about this from the guards guarding the palace gates, and of course Shabak paid the price of twenty copper coins for this information.

Vikos continued to play with the medal, "Is this the embodiment of glory?" If the meaning of the medal is literally understood as a badge of honor or emblem awarded to a meritorious person, but when Vikos first came to the Holy City, he did not make any achievements, so what does it mean that this medal is awarded to him?

"Maybe it's just for you to kill a few more people in the war in a few days. "Shabak stopped at a fruit stall in the Dar Azzor region, which is dominated by desert and lacks water. However, it is rare to see the survival of fruit trees. As a result, most of the fruits on the market are only shipped from other places, but due to the long journey, most of the fruits have lost their original taste and become bitter.

Shabak crouched down, took a smooth red apple that looked good, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, as if tasting the sweet aroma of the apple with his nose, "How much?" Shabak asked the stall owner sitting in front of him.

"My lord, all you need is five copper Tolia coins. The stall owner saw that he was squatting in front of his stall with a sturdy knight. Not to be afraid of it, because in a city where there was hardly peace, the civilians had little fear of a murderous warrior.

Vicos finally understood the reason for the scarcity of customers at the fruit stall.

The price of an apple is no more than two copper coins in other regions, even if there is a difference in currency. However, its price does not fluctuate much either. But in Colesman, everything that is unreasonable becomes reasonable, and a place that lacks fruit wants to eat sweet fruits and vegetables. How can you do it without paying a certain price?

"It's fair that I want four of these. Although this price may shake their heads after hearing about it, they will not buy it. But Shabak was unmoved, and nodded slightly. I bought four in one go.

The stall owner on the side looked at the non-bargaining customer, stunned, and then snickered with joy. The apple, though it looked good and tasted good, was worth up to four copper tolias, and if the knight-looking man haggled more, he might have lowered the price to four copper coins or less. But such a customer who is willing to be slaughtered is really rare in the past few years when he has set up his stall.

Looking at the fruit stall owner's somewhat snickering expression, Vicos knew that Shabak had been slaughtered, and he was about to go forward to bargain, but saw Shabak secretly shaking his index finger at him, signaling not to do so.

Although Vicos didn't care about the few copper coins he lost, he still didn't want to see his own people suffer in his heart, but why did Shabak signal not to do it?

Shabak held the four fruits in his hand and turned away in the stall owner's words of gratitude, as for why the stall owner was grateful to him, it was naturally because the stall owner had gained a little profit.

"Are you wondering why I didn't lower the price just now?" said Shabak, handing Vicos an apple.

"En......" Vicos took a brightly colored, shiny apple handed to him by Shabak.

"Everyone has their own sins, and it is because of wisdom that guilt arises. Shabak took a bite of the apple, savoring its luscious taste.

Apples, also known as forbidden fruits, are the fruit of God's "tree of knowledge of good and evil" in His paradise. It is forbidden for the human ancestors in the garden to touch it, but the innate possessiveness of human beings makes human ancestors can't help but eat it, even without the temptation of the devil.

According to the Holy Scriptures, God told the ancestors of mankind that all the fruit of the tree of happiness could be eaten, but the fruit of the tree of "knowing good and evil" "should not be eaten or touched" or they would die. Eventually, the human ancestors were tempted by the devil to eat the forbidden fruit and give it to their spouses, despite God's command. He ate it too. And God drove them out of Paradise.

God not only expelled mankind from Paradise, but also punished man. The pain of a woman in conception increases, and she suffers in childbirth, and she desires her husband. and to be ruled by his husband, and the man shall be cursed, and shall sweat until he is returned to the land, and shall toil all his life to obtain food from the field, and the ground shall bear thorns and thistles.

"We can't avoid making mistakes, which is why we want to strive for something good. Shabak looked at the saber at his waist with some obsession, as if he was looking at his sweetheart. ―――――――――――――――――――――――――

The sun has hung in the middle of the heavenly dome, declaring its existence to the world with a dazzling light.

The same is true of virtue, each of us cannot avoid our own mistakes, and therefore virtue is needed to restrain ourselves. For yourself, for others. Perhaps, as some have said, virtue is like the most dazzling jewel, the brightest of the stars in the night. "Perhaps it is so, virtue is one of the sweetest fruits of human society, and she keeps the strong from being overly proud of their greatness, and the weak from being overly inferior because of their weakness." ”

"What do you want to explain?" Vicos wiped the skin of the apple with his hand, but didn't open his mouth to bite into it. "Does it mean that the act of the apple you just bought shows your virtue, the knight's virtue?"

Shabak and Vicos braved the scorching sun and slowly made their way through the bustling crowd, and even the high temperature could not stop people from earning and consuming money. The former is for survival, the latter for life.

The temperature in Dar Azzor is always regular and fast, with the sun rising in the morning being cooler than the time of day. The temperature is also kept at a suitable temperature, so that people will not lose their strength due to the heat. But as soon as it was noon. The sun unleashed its own heat, making it impossible for pedestrians to walk normally in the scorching sun.

"Loyalty. Humility, fraternity, and sacrifice?or the eight virtues of knighthood in the mouth of the troubadour?" Shabak smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth. In the mouth of the troubadour, there are eight virtues of knighthood, which are loyalty, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, spirituality, honesty, and justice.

Absolute loyalty and honesty to the lord is the key to judging whether a knight is qualified, and a knight who does not fulfill his responsibilities to the lord is not far from losing his knighthood.

The slogan "Fight for Glory" can often be heard in the mouth of knights, glory is the dignity and honor of a knight, and it is a knight's musical score that is sung.

Sacrifice, a great knight will often go to the bloody battlefield for the justice in his heart, and prove the justice of himself, others, and his heart with his own sacrifice.

There is no need for cowards on the battlefield, and knights who appear specifically for the sake of fighting cannot let the word vain be dusted because of themselves, and bravery does not only belong to warriors, but also to knights.

Mercy is not only the embodiment of the hoe to help the weak, a perfect knight should also give a heart of mercy to his enemies, mercy is not pity but a kind of respect from the bottom of the heart.

If the spirit of a knight is generalized, it is the friendship of his companions, the respect of the monarch, the loyalty of faith, the courage of the battlefield, the tolerance of life, the loyalty to his soul, the prudence of his words and deeds, and the loyalty of the knight.

In the face of human nature and the law, knights should maintain a fair heart to measure the right and wrong of things, which is justice, and justice will not be changed or shaken by external objects.

But I have to say that the so-called chivalric virtue is just a beautiful ideal that can only be stored on paper and cannot be realized in reality, just like the ideal country that everyone yearns for, although it is beautiful, it is impossible to achieve. Even if there really is such a perfect knight, then he will not go far in reality, and the cruelty of reality alone is enough to turn perfect virtue into brutal barbarism.

Who else in this age will pay attention to virtue, and who else will abide by their responsibilities?

"I'm just an ordinary knight, not as perfect as in knightly novels, and I can't do my duty like a saint. I will not abide by the virtues of knights, she belongs to the true knights, to the perfect existence of zài in the travelogue. Shabak and Vicos walked side by side on the street, pushing the oncoming crowd away little by little, "I'm not an ascetic, I don't care so much about material comforts. Pure reverence for God to satisfy one's desires. ”

"......" Vicos felt that the topic was getting farther and farther away from Apple, but he didn't interrupt the knight. What could be more meaningful than listening to someone else's words?

"You and I are all God's people. But the blood that flows through our bodies is different. The fruit stall owner's blood may have been a humble one, and his ancestor may have been a thief. What about me? The blood of a knight who is higher than the average person flows slowly in my body, and in my blood is a duty called glory, so I need to prove my glory with my blood. Shabak took another bite of the apple, making a crisp biting sound, and it was heard that the apple was of good quality, "People are not equal, people who are born to run fast, beautiful people." Wise people, people with poor parents, birth, growth, talents, all have different abilities. People exist in order to be discriminated against, so people fight each other and compete with each other, and thus the old and the new alternate. Waste that does not come in handy will be discarded. God has no interest in the weak. Inequality is not evil, equality is. Fighting, competition, plundering. Acquiring, dominating, this kind of behavior I call evolution. The reason is simple. The law of the jungle is an immutable rule of nature, and the stronger the ability. The more comfortable you are in this world, the weaker your abilities become. can only live like a dog, and when you die, you may not get the attention of others, the real world is so cruel, the rich live better than the poor, and the strong are better than the poor are treated. Isn't this God's means of spurring people on?" Shabak said these words with a calm face, although they were as irrefutable as the truth, but they made people a little angry, everyone knew these things, but everyone deliberately avoided these terrifying things that were extremely realistic but suffocating.

The shackles of identity, class, and power are put on the body of the world, making people feel like miserable people in hell, even if your heart is full of despair, there is no way to go, even if you hide in the mountains and live a secluded life, these things will still appear in your dreams and hearts like demons.

"Maybe each of us is running away from these things, not hesitating to anesthetize ourselves with endless labor and indulgent entertainment, so that we don't accept the cruel ridicule of ourselves in this era, but is this qiē useful? Shabak, who had finally left the crowd, took a deep breath, and then held the sword tightly at his waist.

"The whole world is lying! Don't kill! Don't steal! Don't deceive! It is precisely because people don't want to be killed, they don't want to be stolen, that people protect their weak selves with lies such as ethics called justice. The primordial truth is that the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, and everyone wants to devour the wealth, power, and even the world itself. "There seems to be some indescribable strangeness in Shabak's vicissitudes of life, like the bottomless and boundless of the sea.

"The weak have no way to pursue what is in their hearts, the strong have no mercy, and there is no virtue to talk about. And I, who was blinded by the desires of my heart. Shabak took another bite of the apple.

"What do you want to explain?" said Vicos, after hearing Shabak's tirade, what does it mean to do justice to the stall owner?

"I just want to make it clear that a man cannot lose his compassion at any time. I cannot be as powerful as an emperor to protect my people, nor can I be as wise as a wise man to lead the future of men, nor am I a saint to teach God's people. Shabak pinched the finished apple with his index finger and thumb, and looked at the scattered apples that had been bitten with a somewhat sloppy gaze, "I am a knight, I don't have much virtue, and I can't give my life for the idea in my heart, but if I can help others within the scope of what I can do, then I can still do it, maybe virtue is not something worth spurning, we need it, and others need it." ”

"As far as you can......" Vicos chewed on Shabak's words. He found that he was increasingly unable to see through the knight. After entering the hotel, Vikos and Shabak saw where Liechtendon and Old Jock were sitting, and the two walked over, and Shabak placed the two apples in his hand on the table and motioned for Old Jock and the two to eat.

"How?" said some greedy old Jock, who quickly picked up an apple and asked, "What is the question?" It must be about what happened to the two of them when they went to the palace today. Ever since he heard from Shabak that Vicos might become a realization, old Jock felt that this somewhat eccentric boy had become particularly pleasing to the eye.

Shabak spread his hands. "Nothing happened, just a medal for Vikos. He gestured to the cross Vicos was holding. A medal that I don't know what it does.

"Glory is not enough bread to fill a man's belly. Old Jock pursed his lips, for those things like glory were not as touching in his eyes as actual benefits, "And what about fiefs and titles?" And as a member of this small team of four, if Vicos becomes a nobleman and is rewarded with a fief, then Old Jock is confident that his life will be turned upside down, and they will all the way from Vausava to the Holy City!

Hunters and nobles' cronies, who is more important than these two identities, it is estimated that everyone can distinguish clearly. Of course. This "cronie of the aristocracy" is just what old Jock himself takes for granted, and whether Vicos agrees with it or not is another matter. But how many people can do their best for Vicos now?

"The title of nobility is confirmed, it is a viscount, but it is difficult to say only the aspect of the fief. Shabak was also a little helpless, and he didn't know whether Alphonse was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, and at this meeting, except for a few mentions of Vicos's title of "Boseksen-Viscount", he didn't mention anything about the fiefdom. Even Shabak's several vague attempts to lead the topic to the question of Vikos's fiefdom were blocked by various answers. such as

But all together. If Vicos wants to gain the territory, then the only chance may be to snatch Boseksen back in this huge foreign war, although it does not necessarily kill anyone, after all, a territory can be coveted by several people. Whether it's the powerful nobles of the duchy or the new nobles who have come from afar, everyone wants to make themselves stronger.

What people fear most is not visible difficulties. It's a mess of darkness.

"Oh God!" said old Jock, covering his face in some pain, and he figured it out. If you want to get a fief, I'm afraid you have to go to the battlefield to get it back. However, he also knew that this war was different from the skirmishes of the country nobles. This is a real war meat grinder, a hell capable of dragging all kinds of creatures into and mincing them. It seems that this war can't go with the mentality of not being able to survive and not contribute to the previous fight, and old Jock originally planned to go to the battlefield for a while, and then go to Vicos's fiefdom to ask for a good identity.

Old Jock's wish to spend the rest of his life in peace and prosperity was shattered, and he was about to pick up his bow and arrow again to transport pedestrians to heaven or hell. But from the moment he escaped and became a deserter and followed Shabak to the Holy City, Old Jock had known that the road was difficult. Don't look at old Jock usually just wandering around with a wine bag, but he is a seasoned old fritter (ps: as for whether there are fritters in the West, don't care...... He indulges when it's time to indulge, but he doesn't reply at all when it's time to do his best, this battle is about Vikos's fiefdom, that is, about his own vital interests!

"War is such a bastard!" Although old Jock scolded and scolded, his fingers inadvertently made a familiar gesture of pinching the bow and arrow, this habit developed over the years will appear as soon as it touches something about war, which shows that people in troubled times must have their own ways of troubled times.

Different from Old Jock's sad face, Leechtende's face next to him was a little excited, the word war made him feel his blood speeding up, and the sweat on his body began to ooze out little by little, and even his own green tendons that were buried deep under his skin slowly bulged outward.

"Whew......" Liechtenth took a deep breath, picked up the apple that Shabak had put on the table, got up and walked out of the hotel, he needed to soothe his body, which was boiling with blood because of the war, and recently he found that going to the sea to breathe in the sea breeze can quickly calm him down.

The hunter's sackcloth shirt was somewhat torn and drooping on his body, and he looked like a beggar. But even such an outfit could not hide the unique temperament exuded by Liechden, like a lonely beast in the mountains, a little melancholy, but more decisive.

Watching Liechtendon walk out of the hotel, old Jock scolded with a smile, "Bastard, sooner or later you will die on the battlefield." But old Jock scolded like this, but there was no reproach on his face.

Hearing Old Jock's laughter and scolding, Liechden didn't turn around, but just raised his arm and waved his palm back, which was considered to be a veto of Old Jock's words.

"And our Viscount, what do you think?" Shabak looked at Vikos, who was standing by without saying a word, with some amusement, to see what he thought. Although Shabak uses an honorific title for Vicos's identity, there is no change in the name of the person. For this viscount, Shabak is not as cold as everyone else.

"What else can I say, just be safe when you meet. Vicos walked slowly up the stairs, not intending to discuss the future with the two men. In fact, according to his original plan, he wanted to discuss the strategy with the two of them, but there was a burst of heat from the key in his chest. The heat came a little suddenly, but Vicos sensed that it was Bernice conveying to him that she was going to get out of the key.

In order not to reveal the secret of the key, Vicos could only leave the scene early, giving the two of them a back of the head.

"It's still the same. Shabak smiled wryly, it really gave him a headache for Vicos's somewhat changeable temperament.

However, no matter how much we discuss, we will not be able to discuss anything. Shabak understood this, after all, they had too few resources at their disposal, and they simply did not have the strength to deal with this war. (To be continued......)