The same white ward, the same white sheets.

Aaron, who was expressionless, did not show any expression when he saw a bucket full of blood-stained bandages or a severed limb that had been sawn off, and he couldn't make any waves in his heart.

At this time, Aaron's heart is numb and lacks any empathy, because these feelings have all been sucked away by the incarnation of Slaanesh, and he can only feel that he is now in a real "sage time", and can think about things without any personal feelings.

He is surprisingly calm, and at the same time rightfully ruthless.

"Your Excellency?" The doctor in charge of leading him looked at Aaron cautiously, and saw that not only was there no expression on his face, but even his eyes were extremely empty and indifferent, and he couldn't help but feel afraid.

The battle of Darklight Village, the one who calls the gods, the purple dragon knight who faces the outer gods!

Challenge the gods in a mortal body, and eventually summon the gods to fight with them!

The story has spread from the few surviving fishermen of Darklight Village, and now, all of Susar and Mashan are aware of Aaron Sallian's brilliant feat.

When everyone is on the verge of madness, only he still has the courage, only he still believes.

However, in the past two days, this kingdom hero is really unfathomable.

Whether it was the fisherman couple who had been grateful for a thousand thanks, or the Tutor of the Order, the Grand Inspector General, or the dignitaries of Susar, his fellow recruits, and the doctors himself, His Excellency Viscount Salian was always so expressionless, unsmiling, and moody.

Is this the surplus of the strong?

"Sir Renard? Not in your room?" Aaron's words were dry.

"Yes, he...... Soon after Sir Renard woke up, he insisted that he should not waste the kingdom's finances, and he said that he was all right, and that he must rise up and help." The doctor cautiously said, "It just so happened that we didn't have enough manpower, so we put him in the children's room."

"Good distribution, the children's clinic has always been the busiest and most error-prone in the hospital." Aaron glanced coldly at the doctor.

The doctor was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word more.

Passing by Renard's ward, several elderly nurses sent out a sheet dyed black with many ink spots on it, and the bed that was supposed to be lying on it was empty, only the curtain blown by the autumn wind raised a large piece of white, Aaron glanced at the ward: "What about people?"

"Here, Your Excellency."

In a small examination room, Renard, who had just woken up, was already sitting in a chair, his long blond hair, bright smile and handsome face made him the brightest sight in the ward.

The dean of college is talking to a child.

"Where does it hurt? Is it the head or the belly?" Divine light came from Renard's fingertips, and he was planning to use the Holy Healing Technique to heal the child's sickness.

"Head." The child tilted his head.

"Where is the head?" The paladin asked kindly.

"Stomach." The child was clearly getting impatient.

Renard: "............"

"What kind of doctor are you? Will it be cured?" The parent next to him was already angry, and he was about to rush up and grab the paladin by the collar: "I can't even figure out if the child has a stomachache or a headache, if my child is in any state, you must be responsible!"

"Then get out of here with your kids." Aaron stopped in front of the man, the Purple Dragon Knight crest on his chest reflecting a cold glow in the sunlight: "Immediately, or I will prosecute you for attacking the Purple Dragon Knight."

The man fled with his child.

Ten minutes later, Renard's hospital room.

"Actually, you don't have to." Renard leaned against the head of the bed, he closed his eyes: "He's just in a hurry, children are different from adults, they can't tell what's uncomfortable, Aaron, you don't have to act ......"

"When I show kindness, then people will think that I have to be kind all the time, and if I am not kind enough one day, then I will automatically be involved in doing evil

No." Aaron leaned against the wall with his hands on his chest: "If there is no evil, how can good be promoted? There is a difference when there is a contrast...... As for you, senior, why don't you rest well in the ward?"

"The energy of the Holy Healing Technique is restored every day after prayer, didn't I think I wouldn't waste it?" Renard said embarrassedly, "I like children, no matter how unreasonable he is, you shouldn't do that, junior brother, I'm going to criticize you if you do this again, it's not right to die and not save you."

"I am the one who should criticize you." Aaron closed his eyes: "The entire Cormier has a registered population of 1.3 million, and there are only 800-1,000 registered paladins."

"Excluding those families who have resources and capabilities, there will be about a million people who need the help of the Holy Warriors."

"So to put it simply, a paladin is responsible for the needs of more than 1,000 people, and these needs are varied, in addition to medical care, salvation, protection, enforcement of justice, notarization, judgment, as well as field service and expulsion of evil spirits."

Renard stopped talking.

"It is said that there are two stages in the life of a paladin." Aaron opened his eyes and looked up at the wooden ceiling.

"The first stage is the stage of putting all your strength into your dreams for the sake of your ideals, full of enthusiasm and ambition, believing that life will never stop and justice will not stop, and putting all your strength into your dreams."

"The second stage is the stage when you have been numb, have gone through vicissitudes, and are still full of faith, but you have learned to refuse, learn to give up, and know how to only devote your limited energy to the cause in front of you, and try to do what you can first."

"Senior, I can say that any paladin who firmly believes and does not give up his sacred oath will enter the second stage sooner or later, in the most extreme sentence, if you don't learn to die or not save, you will never be able to become a truly good paladin, if you always feel that you are responsible for everything, in fact, it will harm you and others."

Renard looked up at his junior, as if he was getting to know him again.

The blood-boiling, heroic and fearless hero before, is it really the person in front of him?

"So, we understand each other." The dean looked out the window, and his ever-enthusiastic and bright face finally showed a hint of weariness: "I sometimes understand that this is not a world that can be changed by hard work."

Renard turned his head reluctantly, his eyes filled with a bright and divine light: "It's not that justice is too weak, it's that I'm weak, but I don't regret doing it."

That's the power that belongs only to the Holy Warriors! Resonance from the multiverse!

"If I don't stand up as a holy warrior, who else will stand up?"

Aaron was silent.

"You have your understanding of kindness, you have justice, junior, but I also have mine." Renard continued, "It's like one thing I've been thinking about since I woke up."

"We saved the fisherman, and no matter what method you used, we succeeded, and it's amazing."

"But there are only 32 survivors in Darklight Village, and nearly 150 people have died in this disaster."

"Sacrificing nearly 150 people to save one person, can this act really make us worthy of the title of hero?"

Aaron was silent.

Rescuing the sacrificial fisherman girl back to humanity was a negotiation between him and the incarnation of Cthulhu, but he could negotiate one condition through the advent of Slaanesh, but he could not negotiate so many terms.

"It's a very unfortunate result in terms of general rationality, and in terms of process, we don't do it well enough, but in that case, there's nothing we can do, and ...... It was a very fluke." Aaron shook his head, "Practically, it may be true that there is no way to save everyone, and this is not a problem that can be solved by us working harder."

"And...... We've saved more than one person, every time the Old Dominator incarnation comes, it destroys the lives of at least every living thing within fifteen kilometers of the vicinity."

"We did our best, senior, we did our best, you don't have to carry all the responsibilities on your shoulders." Aaron sighed and he was icy

Leng looked at Renard with eyes as cold as a thousand years of ice, "If you are just trying to justify the casualties caused by our rescue operation by using the Holy Healing Technique to treat that child, it is just a hypocritical self-satisfaction."

The paladin felt a heart-wrenching pain, and he clutched his chest hard, snorting.

Sometimes language is a soothing spring breeze, and sometimes it is the most hurtful sword!

But the most truthful words are the most hurtful, but they are the most effective and sincere.

How long has it been since he's felt this pain?

Deep down, is there a hypocrisy side in my heart?

After a long time, Renard rubbed his chest and squeezed out a smile, "Thank you, junior."

"You're welcome, senior." Aaron remained expressionless: "How is Senior Disma?"

"He? He's still unconscious." Renard shook his head, "The priest said that he was deeply traumatized and needed to rest for a while to recover slowly...... None of us thought that the tavern owner was also an accomplice, but who would have thought that?"

"Why the hell that tavern owner was an associate of the sorcerer, what kind of faction he was, and what his purpose was, maybe these will become an eternal mystery with the sorcerer and his death." Aaron nodded, "But maybe we can find some clues from somewhere else."

「…… Speaking of which, senior, you're in your twenties this year, don't you plan to get married?" Aaron suddenly changed the subject very inexplicably.

The paladin was silent, he let the autumn wind blow on his clothes, and after a long while, he said slowly:

"I have dedicated my life to my Lord."

"I remember that the three gods of justice didn't forbid their own holy warriors to marry, right?" Aaron said casually, "But this is your right, and I will not interfere with you."

"In this respect, you are a shadow of a believer in the Silver Virgin, junior." Renard laughed, "I don't like to interfere with others."

But the smile on the paladin's face soon stopped.

A brown princess with braided hair and a petite and delicate aristocratic girl stood at the door, her big watery eyes full of tears, her hands tangled together, not coming in, not coming in, just staring at the holy warrior with mournful eyes.

"Please." Aaron ignored Renard's voice and left the room directly, leaving the space for two people.

He remembered that the noble lady was called Maria Lyssa, and that she had a lot to do with the university president...... Well, it is said that the knight mentor is pushing this thing forward.

Aaron thought he was going to feel teased or playful.

No, nothing.

People are already numb.

Now I don't have feelings.

But it is precisely for this reason that Aaron and Renard have this open-minded conversation.

After the previous battle in Darklight Village, Aaron had determined that this was a friend who was truly worthy of trust, otherwise he would never have come to Renard alone and say these offending things to him.

This is the embodiment of the power of female cadres, every word and every word is directed to the hearts of the people.

In a short period of time, he can't use the power of Slaanesh for the time being, and the power of Nuganqi is his biggest reliance during this time.

If it weren't for the "sage time", he really wouldn't be able to say this.

Back in his hospital room and greeting the two Queen's Blades at the door, Aaron began to count the gains of this time.

Groups of people came to see him, and they all gave him gifts to a greater or lesser extent.

Some are just simple fruits, food, and condolences, which Aaron only keeps for his own use.

But there were also people who sent very precious gifts.

Havre, the son of the Minister of Shipping, sent a onyx and a spinel, which were excellent materials for forging extraordinary equipment.

Lucian, the mentor of the Purple Dragon Knights, and several of his father's old friends sent a set of silver wine glasses, a set of ivory dice, and a set of ivory chess, apparently so that he could not be recuperated from his illness

So boring.

The aunt's family had just arrived, and it seemed that they had emptied their savings and sent themselves a jade talisman made of white jade, apparently blessed by the priest.

Aaron didn't hesitate to put it on.

On behalf of the Purple Dragon Knights, the Grand Inspector General of the Purple Dragon Knights sent a 2,000 gold lion coin with a golden ticket printed with the Fortune Lady's headband, and the Grand Inspector also sent a personal condolence item of his.

A crisp white silk scarf.

What a meaningful gift, Aaron picked up the silk scarf, his heart moved, he knew that now the Purple Dragon Knights had announced that the trio's behavior of going to Darklight Village was instructed by the Knights, and the Purple Dragon Knights would always be responsible for the safety of the people.

There were also many exquisite gifts from Susar's dignitaries.

Such as silk robes with gold embroidery, small mirrors set in painted wooden frames, and large tapestries of exquisite workmanship.

A little estimation shows that Aaron has received more than 5,000 gold lion coins as a gift.

How easy the money is, Aaron complained to himself.

But he didn't feel any joy either, just looked at it casually and put it away.

Alice Serre, the regent's daughter, had already paid attention to the matter, and she sent a message through the Queen's Blade, saying that when Aaron was well rested, let him enter the palace to see His Majesty.

There must be a reward for this, and Aaron is really earning face for the royal family of Oberszir this time.

Is the lady regent? Aaron pondered the way.

Can't wait, to Alice Serre, he should attack as soon as possible and try to have a good talk with her, without her support, he will definitely not be able to fight Bane Miko, but if he can take her down, he will have a few chances.

There was a commotion at the door, and the Queen's Blade stopped them, only to be told to retreat by a coquettish shout.

"Aaron~Sister is here~"

Her long pink hair rushed into the room like lightning, and she spread her arms and threw herself in the air at her brother.

Miss Warlock had come to visit him.

At the same time, the Church of Our Lady of the Silver in Susar.

"Your Excellency, I have to leave early today." Eleanor, who wore a standard priest's robe, took a rare leave of absence from the priest of the church.

"Are you going to visit Lord Salian?" The priestess smirked.

"Hmm." Eleanor's face flushed, and she looked determined, even a little displeased, "I think he needs me now."

You didn't call me for such a dangerous operation, Aaron Salian, you're finished!

Miss Reverend thought hatefully, her fists clenched.

"Okay, then you can hurry up."