"Can you tell me about your battle with ghouls and evil wizards, old William adds fuel to the fire every time he talks to me, I guess he must not be telling the truth, those heretics were actually killed by you alone, right?"

Alan tilted his head full of curiosity, with a proud and expectant look on his face, but with a look of regret: "Every time I want to ride out with Brother Saira, I will be stopped by my father. He didn't like me, he thought I was too weak, not as good as Brother Saila, and it was said that at the age of thirteen, he could shoot a rabbit fifty meters away with an arrow. ”

"I want to be like Brother Saila! Kill the heathen, let their souls be redeemed, kill all the demons, drive them back to hell, so that they can no longer do evil! I want to ...... I want to be a hero like that. The girl's eyes were full of yearning, and unwilling loneliness: "But maybe I will never have a chance." ”

"Although it may not be appropriate for me to say this, it ...... There are many ways to become a hero in this world, and killing heretics is just one of them. Edward cautiously "persuaded" him: "Think about it, you can do it another way. ”

"But aren't you also made a hero by those guys because you killed the infidels?" Alan was a little awkward, even angry: "Isn't it, 'Lone Sword' Edward - this name is really loud, you must be very proud of killing so many monsters in one person, right?!"

"There's nothing to be proud of in killing people, Sir Allen. Kill those ghouls only to avenge your dead brother, my master, Ser Thernier, and all the dead brethren, so that they don't kill all the rest of them. Edward was very calm, but said quietly: "Killing is always a means, not an end. ”

"But you're still a hero, aren't you?" "Little Allen, with his little nose cocked and pouting, was full of sourness.

"But that's not what I want, do you think any knight would risk his life to outnumbered for a few compliments? They all have reasons why they have to do it. Edward deliberately kept his voice low, sounding with an inexplicable sadness: "Just as that night, my master, Sir Tornier, did not run away until he died. ”

Looking at Edward's extremely calm gaze, Alan suddenly felt very ashamed, his cheeks suddenly felt hot, what were he talking about, why did he suddenly ......

"Sorry, please forget what I just said. The embarrassed blonde girl turned her head to avoid Edward: "It's as if nothing happened." ”

When you think that way, you prove that you have a good understanding of your abilities – which is far better than overestimating or underestimating yourself. Only by knowing what you can and cannot do can you accomplish what others can't. ”

"You little squire is really good at talking. Alan burst out laughing, and the more she communicated with Edward, the more she felt that this man was incredible—not just because of his extraordinary swordsmanship, as old William said, but also because of his way of thinking. Although he always looks respectful, the thoughtful etiquette has a temperament that is neither humble nor arrogant.

The servants of the castle, although they were not so obedient to themselves because of their father, still served them cautiously. But Edward gave him a different feeling, he was not talking to a "subordinate", but a real knight, a nobleman.

Lady Angelica, who was sitting on the balcony of the castle with a tired face, looked at Alan in the courtyard of the castle with a worried face, who was talking to Edward with great interest, and her right hand holding the cup became even harder.

She first regretted that she had left the little squire behind - Alan seemed to really have a crush on him, and the kind boy had already prepared the poisoned arrows, and the good boy even broke them off and threw them away, so that he had to cancel his original plan.

But if he had used the original arrow, he might have really discovered his intentions. The plump and slender lady suddenly felt a chill in her back, and remembered the scene of the previous night - this little squire, who was not good-looking, but was as alert as a fox. Thinking of the stories told by the lowly servants, it is possible that this little squire may indeed possess some kind of terrifying power.

Who can be sure that what this lowly squire named Edward said was true, that he really didn't know anything about that damn wizard?, Lady Angelica raised her long eyelashes, and watched Edward's eyes grow colder and colder.

As the daughter of the Minest family, even if she is not the eldest daughter, Lady Angelica, she does not need to marry an Otto Kwyn, who is at least twenty years older than herself, all for her father's grand goal, for this military fortress called Fort The Hague!

In times of peace, it was only a rich country, but southerners who lived through the war years will not forget that Fort Hague was once the base camp of the Kingdom of Turin to attack Dominica, and the water transportation and fortifications here were very important, and he had to keep it firmly in control for his father's grand wishes.

Alan Kwyn, his own child must become lord of The Hague Castle! Lady Angelica had a determined smile on her lips, and she would not allow the wild monkeys that had popped out of the countryside to interfere.

Although the former Mrs. Angelica only married an old man like Kwyn for the great ambition of her father. But now every time she sees the sunny smile on Alan's face, it softens her strong heart.

Eren must not be involved in the death of this squire, nor can he be allowed to grieve because of his death. He must be allowed to die silently, in an accident that is bound to happen, and to die is ...... yes, it's the same stupid thing to die like that Sylla.

The grace of the Radiant Cross does not belong to such a lowly surname that does not have a long history. This grace should come to a good boy like Alan, such a life with the noble blood of the two families of Minest and Kwyn flowing.

If the Radiant Cross is given, let the Radiant Cross be taken back again. Lady Angelica prayed silently in her heart, Edward Witwood, hurry back to the place of the souls of the starry sky!

.................. "Father Weber Alexander, tell me the truth, do you really think so?"

At the beginning of the moon, the church restaurant, which was supposed to be bustling, was so quiet that even the sound of the candle flame could be heard clearly. The bishop, who was sitting at the table, looked dumbfounded at the little priest who was standing there smiling and folded his hands.

In fact, he was not alone, but the entire cafeteria, large and small, including the children and other clergy who were still cultivating, all opened their mouths wide, looking at the too thin figure in great amazement, and the smile on their faces.

"Allow me to repeat it again. Weber smiled a little shyly, took a deep breath, and then looked up again: "I hope to be able to return to you the duty of lecturing to believers in the early morning." ”

"Yes, I hear you well enough, my child. The old bishop nodded, but still asked in confusion, "But why, there must be a reason, right?"

"It's an honor, an honor to be able to accomplish such a terrible mission. The bishop shook his head, "You can see it as a reward, or as a test of whether the faith in the Radiant Cross is pious enough. ”

As he spoke, the bishop raised his head and glanced around the hall, and the young priests of Weber's age, who were still watching, couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"But if it were because of some people's bad deeds that the devil had bewitched you to do, I would not have taken this honor back from you for such a reason, child!"

Hearing the bishop's promise, a pair of jealous eyes that were about to burst into flames were all fixed on Weber's body - why could a powerless boy get such favor?!

"No, Bishop, I think this is the test of the Radiant Cross. Webb smiled and shook his head, "I went to fulfill the mission given to me by the Radiant Cross, not for reward. If I ask for merit, I am really going against the path that the Radiant Cross illuminates for me. ”

"To strengthen my faith, to test my piety, requires not a glorious office, but a more severe test—there are naturally more suitable priests in the church to give lectures to the faithful. There was a faint smile on the little priest's face, and he looked back at the priests behind him who were also looking at him, and the smile was extremely holy.

"You have proven your piety, Webb Alexander. The bishop looked at him with a kind smile and sighed a little helplessly: "If this is what you want, I can take this position back from you." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency. ”

"It's better to thank you later, because maybe you won't be thanking me. The bishop's face showed childlike cunning: "Because I want to give you a more difficult and more glorious task." ”

"Alone and alone, return to the Glorious Cross in the city of Turin and tell the Archbishop the miracles you have witnessed in their true form! ”

"Are you willing to accept it?"