The old man wore a light purple robe, and his gray hair swayed wantonly with the night breeze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Moonlight shone from behind him, leaving dancing shadows on the dilapidated fence.

The cold moon didn't bring more light to the night, and the stables were almost completely dark, but for some reason, the swaying shadows were clearly layered with this darkness, like a monster stretching in the deep sea, ready to float up and feed at any time.

The strange environment made the old man who was not very kind look more and more gloomy, and with the shallow smile on the corner of his lips, it was more like a ghost who came to ask for his life after death.

As if frightened, Sharp suddenly woke up from the "psychic torture", he stared at the enemy not far away, his body trembling, his teeth chattering, and the cold sweat on his back wet the underwear of his armor.

"Who are you, and why bother me with such a small person?"

The knight's hoarse shout made the old man's smile frozen in surprise bloom again, but the smile at this time was not only out of interest, but also because of the hypocrisy of the other party: "Little people? The chief knight of Viscount Myne should not be called a 'little man' at any time. Besides, you've done a lot of 'big things,' haven't you?"

"'Big Things'...... What do you mean?" said Sharp, tentatively. At this time, he regained his former composure, as if the panic just now was just a phantom in the night.

The fear just now was not all disguise, but the knight had already heard the other party's purpose from the enemy's words. He was convinced that the old guy in front of him was coming for him, not to complete a conspiracy against Viscount Mayne.

Now that he understands the other party's purpose, Sharp also suppresses his fear of death in his heart, and now is the time to fight for his life, showing his weakness is not only meaningless, but plain and despised.

"But when did I provoke such an enemy, and what did he mean by the great event?"

The knight's mind began to run rapidly, trying to find a way to survive the current mortal situation.

However, doubts and incomprehension always haunted him, because until now he did not know what kind of grudge the enemy had against him.

"You don't need to tempt, I'm just here to take the ring from you, and of course, your life is at your fingertips. ”

The old man's tone was as flat as ever, but the contempt in his words was clearly visible.

Of course, he does have arrogant capital, and for a gold-rank magician, the lower Silver Knight is indeed not an enemy worth paying attention to.

"Are you so sure you can kill me? You know, I've escaped twice under your hands. ”

Although Sharp knew that this was not the time for a battle of wills, the other party's attitude of treating him as a fish on the board still angered the knight of the city.

"It's just this ring, but unfortunately, you don't have a second chance. ”

As he spoke, the old man looked at the ring that had been worn on the knight's hand, and there had been a blue gem on the top of the ring, but now it had broken and fallen, mixed with the dirt and dead grass on the ground.

"What?"

Sharp's gaze followed the old man's gaze and landed on the silver ring, and it was then that he realized that the life-saving thing he had relied on had unwittingly lost its effectiveness.

"What's strange about this, you don't think that there is no limit to the number of times this ring can be used, do you?" the old man looked at the knight's expression of disbelief and sneered: "Don't dream, how could such an item fall into your hands, you are not a son of God with the favor of the Father!"

"How could it be...... It was fine just now...... It'......"

Perhaps despair can only be born from the disillusionment of hope, through the short fight just now, Sharp has determined the strength of the old man, he knows that he can't escape from the old man's hands alone, and the only thing he can rely on is this mysterious ring obtained by chance.

Now, the only reliance has turned to dust, which has left Sharp in complete despair.

The originally sharp knight was sitting on the ground in despair, as if the medulla in his spine had been drained.

Sharp's performance made the old man let go of the last trace of worry in his heart, he knew that with the other party's current state, it was impossible to make any resistance.

"How can a stupid reckless man understand the magic of spells!"

Looking at the knight who was in despair and unable to extricate himself, the old man nodded with great satisfaction, and the inducement of words and the ingenuity of the chosen timing made the effectiveness of the "Swamp of the Soul" to the maximum, and the other party sat there like a lamb to the slaughter, completely losing the courage to strike a decisive blow.

Although the mage does not think that the opponent's desperate resistance can really create any miracles, for a spellcaster, defeating the enemy with the least amount of strength is what they seek in wisdom.

What's more, the other party had already used the power of the ring when he got rid of the "soul torture" just now, even if the gem on the ring that symbolized the source of power had been shattered, no one dared to guarantee whether the other party was still in the blessing state of mysterious power at this time.

Therefore, the mage felt that it was better to be careful, after all, for "fate", the last thing that is missing is miracles!

The effect of the temptation of the spell was gratifying, and the old man had determined that the poor creature in a trance had completely lost the protection of the power of fate.

"It's harvest time again, I didn't expect that I would have a day of excitement from defeating a lower Silver Knight!" the old man laughed at himself as he took out a lead box from the space bag.

The lead box is very beautiful, with a bright silver texture carved on the black underside, which is the color of Mithril and is necessary to outline a powerful circle.

At the nodes of the circle on the lid of the box, there are also fine scarlet embellishments, pregnant with inexplicable majesty. Its predecessor was the blood of some powerful creature that was used to suppress the operation of the magic circle.

It is no exaggeration to say that just buying the materials used in the lead box in the hands of the mage can make the powerful nobles with a lot of money grit their teeth.

It is precisely because of this that the nobles are extremely afraid of the temple, because the time it takes them to lay the foundation is too short, and the heritage and collection they have are too rich.

"Come!"

The mage stared intently at the ring on Sharp's hand and exclaimed.

As the call sounded, the ineffective ring flew into the lead box under the traction of the psychic power, and was then put into the space bag by the old man who was like a great enemy.

Anyone who saw this might have laughed at the mage's cowardice, but the mage didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his actions.

He knew very well that the ring in his hand, which looked like an ornament bought from a street stall, was actually from a god with great divine power.

It is precisely because the ring has been broken that the mage will take it, and if it is an intact ring, he will definitely not take a second look.

After all, for him, who only has a golden rank, being involved in the game between the two crowns is basically no different from direct death, and it is not even as pleasant as returning to the underworld.

"Now it's all you need. ”

The old man looked at him with pity, as if he was a dumb knight, and his tone was inexplicable.

He did want to take the other person's life, but not now, not here.

The Temple of Dawn has already warned and deterred its allies, so the Temple of Knowledge must also strike at their allies, and this Knight Sharp, who has led an ambush on the Knights of the Champions, is the best person to respond to the other party's shock. So Sharp must die, and he must "die" in the imperial capital!

The old man originally wanted to go back with the other party's corpse, but now that the other party's mind has been defeated, it is naturally a better choice to bring this still alive knight back.

"Maybe it's a good idea to just drop them in front of the door of the Temple of Dawn. ”

The mage thought with a wicked twist as he set out to portray a teleportation circle, and he needed to take the knight to the imperial capital as soon as possible, where the other party would usher in the public trial he "deserved".

"Sorry to bother you, do you know how to get to the imperial capital?"

The voice behind him not only made the mage stop his movements, but also made his already softened face cold again......

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