Li Laifu didn't expect the guards in Kabul to be so lax, although several low-level swordsmen standing under the high wall had been trembling and clenching their long swords, and staring intently at their own dilapidated carriage, but everyone seemed to be as lifeless as a stone statue, not as fierce as Li Laifu expected, and openly interrogated whether you were a sincere believer in the God of Light, but secretly revealed the ugliness of secretly opening your pockets just to ask for a gold coin or two.

This made Li Laifu's wish to destroy wealth and eliminate disasters unable to be realized, he was fortunate but also a trace of inexplicable disappointment, incomprehensible situation, this little nobleman can only attribute the birth of this idea to the great selflessness of the God of Light to influence these ignorant guys, or rather, the thoughts of this fallen nobleman are too dark, thinking that the human beings in every corner of the continent are as abominable as the group of high-class nobles in the Tustin royal family who smile and eat human flesh and drink human blood.

But in any case, whether it was thanks to the protection of the god of light or the mercy of the demon king Satan, he still walked out of the border of Tustin alive, and the clamor of the old carriage along the way was accompanied by the great heretic Ellsbet talking about great ideals, and now I think about it, it makes this black-bellied and somewhat miserable A relaxed smile hung on the corner of his mouth, for it meant that he had plenty of time to roll and flutter on the soft wool blanket before the next storm, and to savor the aroma of rum with his goblet glass, and perhaps to find a long-lost happiness for an old friend who had followed him for many years, and it was a wonderful thing to breathe fresh air, after all, he was a little nobleman named Max Emery.

The carriage drove smoothly through the towns of Kabul, without the slightest bumps or bumps, which made Li Laifu smile and praise.

"The City of Chaos, as your name suggests, is about to befall there, and of course, the God of Light will have mercy and will have to wait for a while. ”

Li Laifu smiled even more, muttered to himself, took back a gold coin engraved with the pattern of angel wings back to the space ring, picked up the rag on the carriage, and looked up at the city wall.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life was staring at him, the obsidian spear in his hand shining in the sunlight with a mixture of gold and blue.

"Squeak, squeak"

Ellsbeth didn't know if a certain nerve was too thick or intentional, his eyes looked straight ahead at the wide road, and with a playful smile, he beckoned the 'Pope' to pull the carriage into the city.

The laughter in the small town of Kabul seemed to be echoing in Li Laifu's ears.

Gradually, the tattered carriage that burst out of the Abomination Mountains disappeared into the eyes of the two guards on the high wall.

Long.

The old guard put the obsidian pattern spear in his hand on the ground, and he also squatted down, his already somewhat rickety body looked even more languid at this time, his vicissitudes of life became more and more vicissitudes, and his tone revealed a trace of feeling and helplessness.

"Darth, do you see, the kid in that carriage just now. ”

Before the old guard could finish speaking, his tone suddenly froze, and the young man felt a majesty that suffocated him, a feeling of fear that only showed itself in the oldest priest in the cathedral who had crowned him many years earlier, but the elders of the family said that the old priest was a powerful priest with the coat of arms of the 'four-winged angel' and praised as the 'strongest shield'.

"Old fellow, you"

The young guard's voice suddenly shuddered as he looked in shock at the obsidian spear that the 'old fellow' had placed on the ground.

A faint blue air swirled around the spear, and the body of the spear, emblazoned with the ancient inscription 'Tooth for Tooth, Blood for Blood', exuded an aura of terror.

Douqi, almost materialized obsidian pattern douqi.

This is the sign of a high-ranking knight, and the vindictive spirit that can be seen by the naked eye, in addition to means glory and brilliance, it also proves that this knight is enough to accept the noble title of baron, and does not need to be the servant of any noble, nor does he need to squander his blood on the battlefield, but only need to silently recite that the god of light is a great and selfless god, and I am willing to defend his dignity with my life This pompous prayer can reap a small fief.

Or to put it bluntly, the strength of this old guard has at least reached the level of 'gold' in the knightly rank.

Looking at the old guard, who was usually very kind and kind, the young man called Darth felt for the first time that the word 'unfathomable' could describe this old guy who ate, drank, and gambled with him every day.

He didn't dare to speak, and he didn't know why, but subconsciously told him that this old guard was really terrifying, not at all as old and vulnerable as it seemed, and even said that there was such a possibility, in the town of Kabul, the only little person who had not really picked up the obsidian spear and used his hand seemed to be the only one who was the titular guard army commander.

The old guard suddenly showed a faint smile, wrinkles like deep ravines, orderly and complicated on his vicissitudes of life.

"The chaotic capital, St. Feat, and even the small town of Kabul, are about to usher in a big storm, do you know why?"

The Old Guard asked with a smile, like the oldest Canaanite tree in the Abomination Mountains, unpretentious, but the roots had penetrated into the deepest part of the earth.

Das shook his head sluggishly, he couldn't even hold the steel sword in his hand a little unsteadily.

For the praise and love of the strong, whether it is in the brightest Holy See or the darkest corner of the Eternal Continent, this is an indisputable conclusion.

"Because that kid has a pair of eyes full of ** colors, this kind of eyes, I have only seen twice in my life, once in the face of an old monster in the St. Fit Academy, and once"

The old guard's gaze was as fearful as Darth had feared him.

"Another time, I looked directly at the black night of the supreme ruler in the City of Chaos. ”

Like an unsheathed sword, the old guard suddenly stood up, raised his obsidian spear high, aimed at the burning sun, and under the divine light, the blue and gold bloomed with their beauty, and the weapon that symbolized glory also added a touch of pure holiness.

In fact, the old guard's body is not rickety, but as strong as an adult cyclops in the Warcraft Forest, this kind of incomparable momentum can only be condensed on the real killing battlefield.

Looking up at the spear in his hand, the old guard murmured, his tone steady but with a kind of firmness that is difficult to move.

"Dedicate my blood, the power of faith will always accompany me, and with the glory of the knight as evidence, the Eight Codes will last forever, I, the chief of a certain knight of the 'Obsidian Bush', at the cost of my life, will also swear to guard the peace and tranquility of Kabul, without hypocrisy or fear. ”

The light shone on the face of the old guard, and Das, who was standing on the side, was a little inexplicable, perhaps at his age, it was difficult to understand what a knight was

Max is a family that has made tragedies happen one after another, as a noble surname with the title of viscount, but he can't even fight for a decent fief, Li Laifu looked at the bustling streets of the small town of Kabul, inexplicably recalled the dilapidated and abandoned little attic, nonsense childhood, the gift of the god of light was as sad as a joke, and the eight-year-old child thought of the old butler Troy's smiling murmur.

"Little Emery, have you ever come into contact with the real continent, if not, please believe me you will be disappointed, because the human species alone is enough to make you spend a lifetime of energy pondering, despicable and noble, not talking about the beasts of the north and the human race of the continent, but only a small part of the latter, like the leaves on a big tree. ”

"Is that so? Old butler, I believe you are still alive, and have been hiding in some corner of the darkness and staring at me. ”

Li Laifu smiled slightly wistfully, and looked indifferently at everything in the small town of Kabul.

From time to time, laughter and the crispness of the collision of wine glasses can be heard in the tavern, the streets are filled with the warmth of rum and the burnt smell of barbecue, there is no distinction between poor and noble, people here are dressed in ordinary robes, decorated with various patterns, occasionally a few bards in strange dresses chant inexplicable hymns in a loud voice, and then pull the left hand of the beautiful woman and bow down slightly to show a soft smile, kiss the snow-white hand behind the back and stroke a few times, although this is impolite etiquette, but with the bard's mouth full of legend, Still making those young women who are not deeply involved in the world tremble, Li Laifu also shook his head and sighed when he saw this kind of situation, sure enough, the brain and chest of a creature like a woman are not proportional.

The creaking carriage didn't make any waves in the town of Kabul, and no boring guy came up to touch the moldy head of these 'great heretics of the future', which made Ellsbeth a lot easier, and finally, after he had tried his best to pull the 'Pope' who was drooling and running on his two short legs for the barbecue stall for the tenth time, the creaking wooden cry stopped at the door of a tavern.