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A man dressed in black and wearing a cloak casually threw a young man to the ground, as if he had in his hands not a patrol guard in iron armor, but a cat and dog.

The bishop who was sitting in his position frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with the behavior of the man in black.

"Akeley, please give me an explanation. ”

Akeley took off his cloak, pulled up a chair and sat down casually, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp before looking at the bishop across the table.

"There are traces of magicians in the town again, a person has been burned in the alley, probably the witch and her accomplices from before, but its magic fluctuations are probably only at the apprentice level. ”

"I've been out and around a lot during this time to see if I can catch this cunning little mouse. ”

"It's just a magician's apprentice, and he can't make any waves, and a small team of patrol guards can deal with it. The bishop glanced at the unconscious patrol guards lying on the ground and said, "But what is the situation with this man?"

"What are you doing with a patrol guard coming to the temple?"

Akeley kicked the lying patrol guard and said, "This little guy has a hot brain, thinks I am a murderer, and charges me with a spear. ”

The bishop frowned and said, "With your means, it is not difficult to stun a patrol guard, why bring him to the temple, or ......?"

"Not bad. Ackley replied, "Pilson has died, and the Night's Watch in Sealyn needs to be replenished, and I think this little guy is a good fit." ”

"But he's only a trainee knight. ”

"He has a talent for being a magician. ”

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The place where Mel now lives is a small two-storey house, in a good part of the downtown area, so that although it is not early, there are still many pedestrians on the street.

As an employee working in the Pisa Library, Mel's status is also considered noble here, and there is nothing that will stop Mel and rob him or something.

With a small bowl of porridge, a piece of corn, half a loaf of bread, and a small piece of beef, Myer's dinner was slightly better than that of most civilians on the street.

Except for the fact that Mel is an editor at the Pisa Library, the job itself is paid relatively well.

As the son of the Marquis of Condy, although he is not a favorite son, and despite being the son of a hunted down, Mel still has a lot more savings than ordinary commoners.

But thinking of his savings, Maier couldn't help but sigh again, magicians are really a road paved with money.

The hundreds of gold coins brought out from the Marquis's Mansion were exhausted, and he was able to be promoted from the stage of a junior magician apprentice to an intermediate magician apprentice, and he was far from a high-level magician apprentice.

At this point, Maier no longer hesitated, flattened the paper, picked up the pen, and wrote four words on the paper—Grimm's fairy tales.

The first one, Snow White.

Mayer's choice is very targeted, the background of this world is similar to that of the ancient West, it is a cold weapon era with knights as the main combat power, and the spirit of chivalry is advocated.

Witches, on the other hand, are seen as evil.

In particular, Maier had just experienced a witch's execution ritual and was injured by the witch during the ceremony, so in the eyes of others, Maier would inevitably hate the witch.

Then it is understandable that Maier wrote such a story.

But the time to hand it over to Master Loren for review is still to be delayed, and the birth of a good story not only needs sudden inspiration, but also needs repeated revisions.

After all, Mel had just turned in a not-so-good manuscript before, and it was only a short day before the witch incident, and half of that time Mel spent in a coma.

The speed at which a story can be perfected in just one night is only suspicious.

The next day, Mel reviewed the manuscript as usual, some on the left side of the table, some on the right side of the table, and some in the wastebasket.

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"Who are you, what are you going to do?" the young knight awoke, and the first thing he saw was a middle-aged man in a black cloak, and the second saw himself tied to a stake.

"Damn heretic, you dare to capture a knight of the principality, the priests and priests will punish you, the soldiers of the kingdom will avenge me, kill me quickly!"

Akeley had a funny look on his face: "You really want to die?"

The young knight glared at Akeley fiercely: "Falling into the hands of you and other heretics must be an evil experiment on me, and I might as well die." ”

Akeley suddenly struck the young knight with a whip, drawing out a trail of blood, and said, "There is one thing you may have mistakenly done, I am not going to experiment on you, and I am not going to kill you. ”

"And the priests and priests will not avenge you, for I took you away in the presence of the bishop, and I think you probably have not heard of a name—the Night's Watch. ”

"Let me explain to you first, the night watchman, as the name suggests, the one who guards the night, we belong to the church, and unlike the priest who walks in the light, we walk in the night. ”

"In fact, because most of the mages are active at night, we night watchmen deal with mages far more often than priests. ”

"For example, the witch who was executed the day before yesterday wasn't caught by Ridley's kid, but me, so you probably know who I am now, right?"

The young knight shook his head: "I don't understand. ”

This made Ackley feel like a punch on the cotton, so he was a little upset, and another whip was whipped on the young knight, drawing another trail of blood.

"The previous whip was because you disrespected me, and a heresy made me angry, and this whip was because you were so stupid that I wondered if I had chosen the wrong person. ”

The sharp pain in his body caused the young knight to gasp, which made him finally come to his senses and begin to analyze everything the man in front of him said.

Suddenly, the young knight looked up: "I need proof." ”

Akeley raised his whip and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You don't believe me?"

The young knight raised his head, his eyes were firm, not the slightest fear, and said: "You have the aura of heresy, I can't believe the words of a heresy for no reason, I want to see the Bishop." ”

Akeli looked at the young knight coldly: "I give you two choices, first, believe me, I will train you from today onwards, and after that, you will join the ranks of the night watch." ”

"Second, I will take you to the bishop, and I will carry out twenty lashes on you before the training, and the training task will be doubled. ”

"I'll pick the second one. ”