Lord Smith, the priest of the Holy See of Light, is in his sixties and has eight Knights of Light by his side. At this time, he was standing on the dock, talking to old Mark. Mark and Jiro trotted to the docks, met Smith, and saluted. When Smith saw that the people were coming, he did not delay, and ordered the boatman to sail.

The ship was a large ship, fifty or sixty meters long and fifteen or sixteen meters wide, with three masts hanging high. In addition to Smith and Mark Erlang, eight knights of light, and a number of servants of the Temple of Light, there were a total of about sixty people on the ship. This is more than 2,000 kilometers of waterway to Tianguo Island, in the vast sea of fog, how can a small boat go?

Entering the cabin, Smith summoned Jiro and Mark to a small talk. This made Jiro change his opinion of Smith, and he was quite a kind old man.

"Mark, would you like to join the Knights of Light?"

"Master Smith, yes, yes!"

"Then you have to try out well, study hard in the academy, and become a strong person in the future before you can join the Knights of Light. ”

"Master Smith, I will definitely work hard, and I will definitely succeed!"

"Well, Erlang, are you healed?"

"Alright. ”

"I heard you woke up and got out of bed three days ago. Good physical fitness!"

"Yes. ”

"Errou, have you studied magic or vindictive spirit before?"

"I don't know. ”

Smith seemed to be quite interested in Erlang, but Erlang looked like a dead man, and Mark couldn't stand it anymore and secretly kicked Erlang. Erlang teased his eyelids: "Lord Shenmu, the villain has just recovered from his injuries and is not physically strong." ”

Smith was not angry, and arranged for his subordinates to take the two of them down to rest.

That night, Erlang lay down early, only to wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, and he didn't feel sleepy. Erlang got up and got out of bed and walked out of the cabin door, the sea breeze was blowing outside, the sound of water was surging, the sky was bright and the moon was in the sky, and the moon was bright and the stars were scarce.

Jiro suddenly found that Smith was sitting in the bow of the boat, and he just wanted to retreat. I only heard Smith say: "Erlang, since you're here, let's sit down!"

Jiro couldn't excuse himself, so he walked near the bow of the boat and found a pier to sit down.

"Erlang, do you know? That day, Uncle Bao ran to the temple in a hurry, which really scared me. He said back then that he would not have any contact with the temple in his life, but he didn't expect it. ”

"Young man, I can see that you are unusual. The meridians of the whole body were broken, the organs and abdomen were shattered, and there was no life, but he did not die, and even after three months, the injury healed. You are a miracle, a miracle that even the gods of light could not do. ”

"It was an accident. ”

"Young people are not frightened, arrogant but not crazy. Good. ”

"Thank you. ”

"Erlang, do you want to learn magic?" Smith asked cautiously.

"Why?"

"Don't you want to get ahead and better honor your grandfather?"

"Why?"

"Hmm. "Smith was asked, what a strange boy, such a good thing, he asked me why so calmly.

"Perhaps, it depends on your fate. ”

"Because of grandpa?"

"......" Smith's mind suddenly seemed to go back to sixty years ago. Jiro sat on the side and looked at him, his eyes flickering.

After a long time, Smith said quietly: "I didn't expect that as a magician, the youngest and most outstanding sacrifice in the Temple of Light, I was disturbed by a teenager sixty years later. ”

"It's long gone. Uncle Bao, as an ordinary person, can't stick to his extraordinary feelings, tragedy is inevitable. However, as a child who watched the tragedy happen, I could never let go of that nightmare, a nightmare that planted permanent damage in the heart of a five-year-old child. Years later, when I questioned that person, my worship of the God of Light was greatly shaken, and I resolutely left the Temple of Light, the place where I had struggled for more than twenty years, and I came to the heavens in the middle of nowhere, in order to escape and atone for someone's sins. It can be seen that your status in Uncle Bao's heart. I don't have the courage to take the initiative to face Uncle Bao, maybe I can only do something for you. ”

Erlang let out a long sigh: "I refuse." You're a coward, and the things you can't let go of are ridiculous. When you were a child, what could you do? Can you replace someone? I don't know what Grandpa thinks, but I know that you are just the most ordinary pastor in his heart, don't be pretentious. ”

"You don't understand. Smith let out a long sigh.

"I'm busy, goodbye!" Jiro said goodbye and got up to leave, leaving behind a stunned priest of the Temple of Light.

Erlang came to the stern, leaning on the edge of the boat, his face was not shocked, but his heart was full of mixed feelings.

"Grandpa is a man with a story, he should have a vigorous past, at least he can comfort the old man. The priest is a man with a background, and he should have a prestigious past, at least he can be used as a talking point. What do I have? I don't have anything!"

Suddenly, Erlang felt so lonely, is this how he feels? Is it really a silent recollection of his life? Erlang can only remember five or seven days of his life, and many of them are daydreaming.

Taking a deep breath, looking up at the moonlit sky, two lines of poetry suddenly popped out of my mind: "Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky and night heart." Chewing on these two lines of poetry in his mouth, for some reason, he suddenly realized that he who felt that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and could not change his face on weekdays was already in tears. Is this the softest corner of his heart? Erlang asked Cangtian, who should be silent.

In the blink of an eye, the oriental fish belly turned white. The sea was calm in the early morning, and the weather today was better than yesterday, with no clouds. The sea breeze blew in the middle of the night at the stern of the boat, and it was a little cool at this time, and he was about to go back to the cabin to take a rest, when he suddenly heard a person behind him calling.

"Second brother, you got up so early, you're bored, let's go talk to the Knight of Light!"

Seeing Mark's eyes full of stars, Erlang knew that this guy was going to be a demon moth again. I wanted to ignore him, but after thinking about it, it was a bit hasty to refuse Smith yesterday, after all, the Temple of Light seems to be very popular on the mainland. By the way, you can inquire about the situation in the mainland and see if there is a chance to uncover the mystery of life is the key. So, Jiro followed Mark to the bow of the ship.

On the bow of the ship, four knights of light were exercising their fighting spirit. The four people were holding long swords, and the fighting energy on the sword was surging, and the sword flashed. Mark was envious, and said to Erlang: "Second brother, look at people, you have to exercise well, your small body is not even as good as a little girl." Look at me, it's called muscle, it's called strength. It's almost impossible to practice vindictiveness. ”

Erlang didn't fight with him, he looked at the four people in front of him lightly, and he didn't know what to think.

After the four knights finished their workouts and came down to rest, Mark ran over to talk to them, hoping to learn the knights' training methods or get their approval.

Erlang watched and listened coldly from the side, and suddenly felt interested, left silently, and went to sleep in the room.

After five days at sea, Mark was bored, and that night, everyone went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, Jiro habitually woke up in a bump, leaning on the bed and closing his eyes to recuperate. Suddenly, Jiro felt something strange in his heart, and as time went by, the ominous strangeness became stronger and stronger. Erlang got up in his clothes and came to the door of Smith's room, "Boom" knocked three times, there was a sound inside, and a minute later, Smith opened the door and came out, and saw Erlang is a flute. Without waiting for Smith to ask, Jiro said, "There is a situation tonight." After saying that, he left, and said that Smith was like falling into a cloud for five miles.

Erlang turned around, went straight to Mark's door, raised his leg is a kick, there was a bang, how high Mark jumped, and shouted in his dream: "Thief, catch the thief!" Seeing that Erlang was at the door, scratching his head, I don't know why.

"Fool hero, rise up and protect everyone. ”

"You're not stupid, second brother, where are the bad guys in the big dark night?"

Erlang ignored him with a black line on his face, and went up the steps to the deck, and Mark followed suit. It's not that Mark believes Erlang's words, but he really doesn't worry about Erlang's mental state, whether there will be any changes, and it's not good to explain to Bao Lao when he goes home.

On the deck, Smith was already there, and the four knights were around him. Smith wondered why this always steady young man was so reckless and disturbing his dreams tonight, did he believe him or not?

Thinking about it, the wrinkles at the corners of Smith's eyes stretched slightly, but after a few minutes, they piled up again: What is going on with me today, what is my state of mind? How can I be led by the nose by a little hairy child?

Smith's face finally slowly showed his usual confidence, just as he gradually regained his state of mind. Suddenly, his face changed, and he felt a faint murderous aura suddenly cover him. Smith unconsciously turned his head to look at Erlang, and suddenly found that this hateful little guy was also looking at him, with an expression that you are looking at.

What he said was true, was he a super-perceptive person or was he once a master, a great master of amnesia? Although the continent is vast, how can it be possible to reach his own height at this age? It is unimaginable, and there can only be two words to explain it: terrible.

Smith's heart is tumbling, but he is also constantly paying attention to the situation around him. When a dark cloud covered the bright moon, there was a sudden scream in the night sky, like the sound of a night owl breaking through the night sky, from far and near, trying to pierce everyone's eardrums.

Smith suddenly shouted: "Holy Light Barrier, rise!" A majestic surge of magic erupted from his body, and then, the power of light within a radius of more than ten meters around expelled all the magic elements, covering a light shield outside. "......Boom", a black electric light shot directly at Smith, and the moment it touched the barrier of holy light, it caused ripples in circles, and the light mask trembled three times, and then fell silent.

Someone was laughing in mid-air, an undead giant bird, with a wingspan of more than 20 meters, covering the sky and the moon, and a person standing above his head, covered with a black robe and black scarf, holding a magic staff. He shouted, "Smith, do you remember me?"

"Nameless Grass Bandit. Smith scolded.

"Quack ......" the man in black laughed loudly, without a trace of a smile on his face.

"Smith, the Holy Son of Light, the most outstanding talent in the Temple of Light for thousands of years, the youngest Bright Magician in the history of the twenty-five-year-old, you back then, were loved by thousands of people on the mainland. It's a pity that you have cultivated for forty years without an inch, and now it is different from the past, I was just a reptile under your feet, you destroyed the city of the scorching sun of the Empire of Light with one hand, and under the explosion of holy light, the jade of the city lord's mansion was burned, and more than 300 people were turned into ashes. Have you ever thought that there would be a fish that slipped through the net, that middle-level magician who was forgotten or ignored by you? I have devoted myself to cultivation for more than forty years, in order to take revenge today. Now that I've rushed to the mid-level magician, why are you still fighting me?"

"It turned out to be the remnants of the Demon City, and everyone will be punished!" Smith said, "Your scorching Sun City is insidious and hypocritical, and it is for the sake of heaven that you are secretly communicating with the Dark Church. Knowing my prestige, you dare to come and die?"

The two don't speculate, and a big war is about to break out.