On this very quiet and peaceful evening in the village of Habersha, all the children who had participated in the selection of the freshmen of the Imperial War College of St. Aaron had lost sleep - especially the nagging dwarfs, the bronze hammers, in the inn room, fully armed, circling in circles, babbling something in their mouths. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Yellowbearded Horns, who could no longer put up with the brass hammer on the bed, was silently wiping the war hammer, gesturing how to smash the brass hammer in one fell swoop without affecting tomorrow's test.

Scout candidate Arthur Haber was the same, lying on the bed with his hands crossed behind his head, his eyes glazed over the cracks in the ceiling.

Normally, if Arthur does this, he is guessing when the ceiling will fall and how he will dodge it in time.

But tonight was different, Arthur's whole mind was thinking about those crystal clear magical holy waters.

Oh my God! That's a magician! That's a magician!

Arthur's mind kept echoing with these words, and the excited expressions on his companions' faces as they talked about the legend of the Sorcerer.

Every time Arthur heard from his friends about the legend that the sorcerer would collapse with a wave of his hand, the expression on his face was very excited.

Arthur shook his head, it wasn't right to be a magician!

Arthur, who has been trained as a warrior since he was a child, has always longed to be a knight, just like his father said, stand in front of his warriors, draw his sword, shout words of encouragement, and then turn around and let out a loud battle cry, urging his mount, and be the first to rush out and fight with the enemy!

Roar!blood!steel!

Arthur, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but shake his fist at the thought of this, and almost shouted.

Arthur listened to the magician's funny, but Arthur never thought that he could become a magician, just like his father said, those cowards, will hide behind the bloody warriors, watch others desperately, and then wave the staff, chant a spell, and it's over!

Arthur remembered his father's story of the magician.

"Just let me stand within ten meters of those cowards! within a breath, and I can cut off their heads!" Simon once said with a fist waving and a blushing face, as if to bring back some unpleasant memories.

Yes, magicians are cowards! I'm a knight, so I don't want to be a cowardly magician!

Arthur thought so, and was very happy, feeling as if he had put aside the sparkling magical holy water and could finally sleep.

But the next moment, Arthur remembered that he was now a thief who had applied for the scout direction...... And the knight was destined to lose his fate a long time ago.

As a result, the light and shadow of those magical holy waters in his mind became clear again.

Maybe it's a good idea to snap the sky apart with a wave of your hand, even if it looks like you're going to shrink behind someone else.

Arthur didn't quite understand why Simon would stop him from drinking holy water because he "couldn't disobey the gods", but first, Arthur didn't like to be controlled by people, and it seemed that holy water would have such an effect, and secondly, it seemed that his own parents had a lot to do with heretics or hypocrites, and it didn't seem like a good idea to have the gods watching, so after his father explained, Arthur was relieved.

Arthur felt that he would never drink the magic holy water, and he could control himself well!

But if you just look at it, it doesn't seem like anything, does it?

Arthur lay in bed and couldn't lie down anymore.

Arthur knew where the magic water was, so his father casually changed the bottle and put it on top of the fireplace in the living and dining room.

He just went to see, he was very serious when he trained, his concealment skills were very good, and he would definitely not make any noise to attract his father's attention.

But when Arthur actually came to the living room, he couldn't help but admire.

The moon god did not continue to radiate her radiance tonight, presumably leisurely sipping wine, and the fire in the fireplace had long since burned out, leaving only the black ashes and wood that had not yet burned out.

But the living room, which should have been pitch black, was shining at this time, and the blue-gold light was changing, dancing, like a dream.

The rough white porcelain bottle containing the magic holy water also looked bejeweled and overflowing. The most ordinary porcelain vase had become transparent, and the fantastic blue-gold brilliance was coming from within.

Arthur was obviously fascinated by this sight, and couldn't help but walk up to the white porcelain vase, bent over, his eyes fixed on the blue-gold light, and the tip of his nose pressed against the rough white porcelain.

Dancing in the bottle were two tiny clusters of light, one gold and one blue, spinning, chasing, and playing, and the radiance emitted reflected the whole room, like a fairyland.

It was an amazing sight.

But through the bottle, he couldn't see it really, just like the angels of the gods had stripped off their clothes in front of them, whispering in their ears, soft voices, gentle brilliance, and beautiful angels, all tugging at the heartstrings, and they couldn't move a bit.

So my heart is itchy and hard to scratch, and I can't help myself

Arthur only felt that the blue-gold brilliance, the beautiful dream world, seemed to be getting closer and closer to him, closer and closer, within reach.

It understands the powerlessness in its heart whenever it hears the word knight! It understands the pain of being ridiculed on the ground! It understands the hardships it has had to endure all these years!

But it seemed to whisper to itself:

It's all right, kid, I know, come here, come into my arms, it's all over......

And he seems to have finally been liberated......

"Arthur!"

Simon let out a loud cry, and Arthur woke up from a half-asleep and half-awake in a cold sweat.

Arthur found himself in a trance picking up the bottle of magic holy water, almost touching it to his mouth, and was about to drink it in one gulp!

Arthur looked at his father with a hideous expression, his whole body was exhausted, his hand trembled, and some holy water was sprinkled on the forearm of his right hand.

"Father, I didn't drink ......"

Before Arthur's words fell, every pore in his body suddenly felt a pain in his heart!

"Ahhh

Arthur couldn't hold it anymore, his feet were weak, and he fell directly to the ground!

"Arthur, Arthur, what's wrong?!what's wrong?!Don't scare me!" Simon rushed over, knelt on the ground and hugged Arthur.

Simon watched Arthur's eyes closed, his whole body spasmed, and he was in pain, holding him in his arms and feeling sometimes cold as ice, sometimes hot as a soldering iron, sometimes his whole body was tense and hard as steel, sometimes his whole body was weak and boneless, only his teeth kept clenching, as if they were about to break, and from time to time there was an irrepressible muffled snort between his teeth.

Simon has been through ups and downs for half of his life, but Arthur has no choice but to keep calling Arthur's name, praying for improvement, at this moment, Simon suddenly feels helpless, and the strong self-confidence established by the bloody battle on the battlefield has completely collapsed, he hopes that he is a devout believer in the gods, maybe at this moment, the gods will help him.

Before Simon could start his prayer, his eyes tightened, and he saw that Arthur, who was still in pain, emitted a faint golden light from top to bottom, divided into two strands, and poured into each other's body, fighting!

Divinity! That's divinity! the same divinity that took Simon's left arm at the time!

Sure enough, it's about the gods! It's the gods again! It's the damn gods again! Simon gritted his teeth and resented.

Arthur's whole body trembled, fighting against the waves of pain, I don't know how long, this pain seemed to fade little by little, Arthur was soaked, snorted in pain, and finally opened a slit in his eyes.

"Arthur, Arthur, can you hear me?" Simon asked anxiously when he saw that Arthur was no longer convulsing in pain, and let out a sigh of relief.

Arthur saw a vague but familiar figure, and was about to smile wryly and say something.

The pain that had just slowly receded suddenly came back like a tidal wave, all pouring into Arthur's right arm!

"Whew!!"

Arthur howled in pain, he couldn't bear it anymore because he was exhausted from the pain he had just endured, and he rolled out of Simon's arm and fell to the ground!

"Ahhhh

The pain on the right arm was ten times greater than just now! Just like Ling Chi on the right arm, there was an incomparably sharp blade cutting through the flesh and skin, reaching deep into the bone marrow, cutting the heart and bones!

And Arthur's right forearm was stirring with flesh, as if a faint blue light was emitting, and in a short time, a dazzling blue light came out of the flesh and lit up the whole room. This was not the end of the blue man's coming out of the flesh, it was still slowly and painfully moving along Arthur's forearm! cutting! inscribed! Bringing Arthur complete unbearable pain, but also not letting Arthur faint at all, just moving forward little by little.

Arthur couldn't hear his father's call for a long time, not even his own screams.

The only sound Arthur could hear was like a sharp carving knife, sharpening and carving little by little on the hard stone wall!

Arthur didn't know how long it was, a minute, a quarter of an hour, an hour, a day or a year, this endless torture was finally over, and correspondingly, the blue mang also came to an end, flashed twice, disappeared under the flesh, and disappeared. And the traces of the blue light lit up together, but this time, the light, faint, dark blue, only made Arthur feel peaceful.

Arthur lost his whole body and lay on the cold ground covered with his own sweat, and Simon next to him saw that there was no movement, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall, and slid on the ground.

In the whole room, only the heavy panting sound of the two men remained.

Arthur finally felt the rustling pain coming from his fleshy right hand, but compared to the previous one, it was like tickling.

Arthur raised his right arm slightly, flipped it over, as if using all his strength, and looked at the dark blue light on his arm.

Arthur looked at the quaint staff outlined in dark blue, the long straight pole, and the tangled magic stone wrapped in the hollowed-out rattan.

Arthur had only one sentence in his mind before he passed out.

It turned out to be such a thing, it almost cost me half my life......

Central merchant federation

Habsha Village

In July 1540, the day of the selection of freshmen at the war academy in the village of Habersa

Arthur seems to have been the center of attention.

Before the age of eight, he has always been the object of everyone's admiration and has attracted much attention.

After the age of eight, he has always been the object of ridicule and has attracted much attention.

The day before, when the first round of selection was supposed to take place, everyone was very concerned about Arthur's scouting problem.

And this morning, it was probably not eight o'clock to see the sun, and Arthur became the focus of everyone's attention again.

Seriously, though, it's no wonder that when you see an 11-year-old who was fine yesterday appear in front of you this morning, with blank eyes, a stiff expression, and a bloodstained strip of rag wrapped around his right hand, he looks like he has died once, especially when the child is about to take part in the supposedly extremely rare scout test, you will inevitably pay attention, although the reasons may vary.

So, whether it was the concern for Mr. Kyle Jones, the curiosity of the dwarf's brass hammer, the strange gaze of Garcia, or the poking of Drake—and certainly not forgetting the girls who had been chattering for half an hour—Arthur's answer was one, and it was repeated mechanically.

Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, I will definitely take today's scout exam, please support.

When Arthur woke up this morning, the dark blue staff mark on his arm was gone, as if the mark that had made him worse than dead last night never existed. Otherwise, probably in the face of such a noisy and noisy crowd, the marks on Arthur's arms will definitely be discovered, and become the next reason for Arthur to attract attention.

There was only one person who didn't say hello to Arthur, and that was the white-clad apostle with the silver mask.

The Apostle in White arrived early in the morning, and instead of looking at the boys who were about to face the test, he walked up to the girls and asked them one by one. And the girls were very excited to be treated so carefully by the apostle in white, and they kept praising the gods, thanking the apostle in white for the holy water, and telling how smooth and tender their skin had become after one night, and they didn't look like girls who came out of the desert at all.

The voice of the apostle in white had always been smiling slightly, and when she turned around after asking the last girl, her eyes showed disappointment that could not be concealed, and then she stood with her hands folded to the side, quiet, without saying a word.

Arthur was surrounded by the crowd, but he couldn't help but glance at the white apostle, the guy who took out the holy water that made him feel painful, and always felt that the gentleness and delicacy he had just faced the girl was just an illusion, and the chilling feeling returned to her again.

It didn't take long for the last of the candidates to arrive, and Baron Kyle Jones finally cleared his throat and blasted the girls away, ready to start the first round of testing.

At this moment, for the first time, the apostle in white raised his head and looked at the boys.

The eyes are bright, lost, but still charming.

And as soon as those eyes were raised, they fixed on Arthur and did not move again

The eyes that were usually full of temptation were now suspicious, and the slightly trembling dress showed the excitement of the master, and he stopped talking and incomprehensible.

In any case, the white apostle looked at Arthur without saying a word, staring, staring for a long time.

Because the test began, Arthur, who finally got rid of the mechanical answer, was under such a gaze, as if he was on the verge of winter.