Never forget, never give up, never regret, fight to the end - this is the Knights of the Sacred Tree, whose glory, shame, customs, and traditions have been gradually formed through three hundred years of non-stop fighting and fighting.

Edward seemed to see that the group of priests who raised steel swords and spears and rode on war horses in order to survive silently rushed to the battlefield of death to protect those who were poor and helpless, and also resolutely gave up their faith in order to survive and protect those who stood behind them.

To this day, the Knights of the Sacred Tree still stick to the eastern territory, according to Sir Leonardo's description, the prestige of the black tree flag on a white background there is almost incomparable, but even the most prosperous era of the Knights has never wavered in their oath of allegiance to the Kingdom of Turin, not because they do not have that ability, but when any knight of the Sacred Tree becomes the Grand Master, his thinking mode has been completely assimilated by the spirit of the Knights, and it is impossible to even have this idea!

And it was also for that oath that they chose to be loyal to the Kingdom of Turin, and they still did not forget it to this day, and for three hundred years they stubbornly raised their guns and swords to protect the people there - it was only at this moment that Edward truly realized that the Knights of the Sacred Tree that he was going to join was not a story in a book, a legend sung from generation to generation, but a group that really existed there, which could be seen and touched.

It's a brand that runs through your blood, a burning flame that you can turn into either a flying spark or a dark ash along with the firewood - either of which you can't get out of it.

Stepping through the door of the chapel, a heavy, thick linen cloth was laid out in the central aisle, and all the Knights of the Sacred Tree lined up on either side, colliding themselves with the swords of the other man opposite, leaving a "corridor of steel" in the aisle—one of the trials of the Order, which was said to be one of the trials of the Order, and any knight who saw timidity in the eyes of the tester could cut off his sword and cut off his head.

This ancient tradition also originated in that difficult time three hundred years ago, when the Order's predecessor, the Battle Order, fought in the midst of great hardship, in order to warn the brethren who were on the verge of retreating and beware of the spies who had infiltrated them, and of course this is only a formality today.

Edward, who was only wearing a white sweatshirt and trousers, and leggings, calmly walked through the "steel corridor" composed of more than twenty long swords, shining with cold light, and fierce spirit. Although it was only a formality, the devotion and solemnity in his expression were affirmed by the knights around him.

A solemn Weber Alexander stood on the left side of the main altar with his hands folded, and on the right side stood Grand Master Mercer Kane - a characteristic feature of the Kingdom of Turin, with blessings and baptisms from priests and cloaks and swords from lords, representing the knight who was blessed by the gods and given a secular title.

God on the left, the king on the right - these eight simple words contain the result of mutual compromise, tolerance and merger between the two ruling cores of the kingdom.

Usually there is a couch or blanket in front of the main altar for people to kneel and pray, but here there is only a cold, white marble slab. Edward, who was completely empty, fell to his knees, and the golden setting sun shone on his face through the crosses on the wall, reflecting a golden radiant cross.

"Repent of your sins, remember your vows, and defend the goodness of your heart. The little priest seemed to tremble nervously at every word, and it was indeed the first time he had made such a heavy mission, but no one would laugh at him: "Bow your head, believer, and learn to be humble before the all-knowing and all-powerful Radiant Cross." ”

Edward lowered his head, closed his eyes, and folded his hands. The solemn and solemn Webber lightly tapped the bronze chalice in the main altar with his right hand, and flicked the holy water inside on Edward's forehead and cheek.

"The Radiant Cross has forgiven you for a qiē sin, and the sins of your heart have been washed away, and now you are as pure as a baby. Webber whispered, "The Radiant Cross blesses you, watches over you and blesses you!"

After saying these last words, the young priest stepped aside and gave up his place to Grand Master Mercer Kane—after all, the ceremony was held at the Order's headquarters, and the real person in charge of presiding over it was, of course, the Grand Master.

"Edward Witwood, you have proven your loyalty, faith, and ability to the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and I hereby grant you this glorious mission to be a member of the Knights of the Sacred Tree!" said this, Sir Leonardo, who had been standing beside him, brought his sword and cloak, and the Grand Master skillfully fastened the sword around Edward's waist, and then draped the cloak on him.

"From this day forward, you can call yourself Sir Edward Witwood, Knights of the Sacred Tree, a title that will stay with you for the rest of your life, until your soul ascends to the starry realm, or you betray our oath and be stripped of it!" Mercer Kane said in a deep voice.

"In the name of His Majesty Brandon Marcherus, Supreme of the Venerable Kingdom of Turin, Ruler of the Sea and Mountains, and Defender of the Radiant Cross, I grant you the right to bear the flag and raise the sword, and in the event of suspicion or accountability from others, you may defend your dignity and honor, and recite your vows from this day until the last day of your life, Edward Witwood, Knight of the Sacred Tree!"

"Remember the faith in your heart, never betray your oath, calm the restless flames, smash the one that stands in the way - never forget, never give up, never regret, fight to the end! From this day on, I will stand under the banner of the black tree on a white background, I am the guardian of the kingdom with a sword, the bearer of the lamp before dawn, the defender of the radiant cross, I will fight for the faith, I will fight for the kingdom, I am Edward Witwood, the knight of the sacred tree!"

Slowly rising, Edward slowly pronounced the vows, and looked at Mercer with a calm expression, and the Grand Master soon realized that the black-haired boy was speaking these vows to himself—as if he were allegiance, apparently in response to what he had said to him in the afternoon.

Do you want to sue me that you will never betray the Knights of the Sacred Tree, or will you never change your ambitions?" Edward Witwood......

But as if he hadn't noticed this, he raised his head and looked at him levelly: "Today, all of us are here to witness a new brother joining us, but do anyone disagree?" After saying that, he raised his head and looked around the church, obviously there could be no "special circumstances".

"Welcome to this glorious group, Brother Edward Witwood!" Mercer stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the top of Edward's head, in a solemn tone: "No matter where you come from, from today we are all brothers under the same banner, your will determines your strength, dreams return to the road under your feet, may the white background and black tree flag always walk with you!"

Finally, after going through so many things, I finally got what I wanted and finally took this first step...... While this is just the beginning, it's at least a good start.

The black-haired snow-white cloak was draped over his body, and the black-haired young man who slowly opened his eyes slowly left the hilt of the sword at his waist, and with a firm gaze, he got the last item from the hand of the Grand Master - the Ring of the Knight of the Holy Tree, and from the day he got it, he could finally have one of his own.

He took a closer look at the sterling silver ring encrusted with sapphires and his name engraved on the ring. Edward, who smiled slightly, immediately put it on his right hand solemnly, and the long sword was pulled out of the sheath and held it flat in front of his eyes: "The kingdom is important!"

"Kingdom First—!!!"

........................So, our good friend Mr. Edward Witwood has just taken his oath, and I didn't expect it to be so soon?" said the cloaked young man in the tattered tavern, "and now he has gotten his wish, and I guess he must be very happy now." ”

Because of the hood, he couldn't see the young man's appearance clearly, and he could only vaguely find some silver hairs sticking out. Sitting across from him was a sergeant of the Knights, nodding nervously, but the dagger at his waist revealed his alter identity, the Blood Banner Brotherhood.

"Now the whole Order is talking about him, and it can be seen that both Master Leonardo and Grand Master value him. The sergeant became more nervous the more he spoke, "And this guy is very cautious, I feel like he's about to find out who I am, Tasker Chief!"

"It's inevitable, though it's too soon—I was going to do it a little later, and you know how our Brotherhood has been going on lately, we're all about to become rats crossing the streets!" Marco Tasker, who looked embarrassed, didn't forget to make a joke, sighed and waved his hand: "Let the brethren lurking in the Knights' headquarters slowly get out, or there will be no movement for the time being." ”

"Hey...... Is that okay?"

"The storm is coming, and I don't want to be suspicious of this guy for such a trivial matter - although he never believed me, it is always good to show loyalty. The silver-haired wizard took a sip of sour beer: "For others, a storm is a terrible disaster, but for this guy it is his motivation to move forward, and he will definitely climb to the top of the big wave at any cost!"

"I see. The knight sergeant nodded vigorously, and then stood up and walked out, but Marco grabbed his arm, and turned his head in some astonishment to look at the handsome but treacherous face.

"Don't leave, stay at the Knights' headquarters. Marco smiled: "So that our Sir Edward will not have any doubts, and perhaps it will be better." ”

"I ...... Tasker chief, you've confused me. ”

"No, it's actually quite simple - if that guy wants to see me someday, he'll go to you. ”

Thanks to huhahahah (this name is amazing, I copied and pasted it decisively when I made a mistake the second time) book friends, the first volume has ended, so stay tuned!