After looking at the girl with a red face and embarrassment, Penny took off his cotton robe and put it on the shore, turned around and walked a little away, heard the sound of Suosuo's dressing behind him, calmed down, and began to recite the incantation to endure elemental damage.

On the night of the icy northern country, as soon as you take off your thick cotton clothes, you will know how cold the air is, Penny trembled and wanted to cast a spell, and suddenly found that the spell position connected by the sense of thought was lifeless, and he couldn't help but secretly scream bitterly, forgetting that the magic net CD of the previous day was not over yet, and he had not prepared this spell at all.

"Is it cold?" There was a burst of warmth on his back, and there was an invisible protective film on his body, and the cold feeling disappeared, Penny turned around and saw the warm smile of the paladin in a cotton robe: "I am prepared for this magic technique." ”

"No wonder you dare to take a shower here. Penny suddenly realized.

"I haven't used it. The paladin said urgently, as if to justify something: "I am testing my willpower with the cold, and I prepared this spell just to prevent accidents. ”

Brave, upright, and frank, and knows how to leave room for survival, Penny gradually came to an impression of the paladin through his observations in the past few days, and I have to say that he has lived in a darker place like the Red Robe Society for a long time, and he admires the surname of the female paladin.

He heard the female warrior say, looked at the water droplets in the female warrior's hair, and frowned: "Test your willpower with the cold? This seems to be very extreme training, and your gods advocate this practice?"

"His Highness's canon doesn't say it, but the Bishop and the instructor have advised us to do so. Serra frowned: "We sometimes need to fight deep into the abyss and other outer interfaces, where any kind of environment can appear, cold, strong acid, and lava are all things that are often encountered. ”

"It turns out that being a paladin is so dangerous. Penny sighed, and roughly figured out that the danger of this job was comparable to the environment of the Red Robe Mage Society.

"Mages, warriors, adventurers, merchants, nobles, commoners...... No job is safe in Ferron, and I don't have such a high level of wisdom, as the Bishop told me. Seeing Penny's surprised gaze, the paladin lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You always mention this archbishop, and you revere him?" asked Penny, who suddenly became interested in the church of Tyre in Turmis.

"Of course, when I was five years old, the baron of the town forcibly seized my family's estate, and if it weren't for the Bishop's help in administering justice to us, I would have been a homeless outcast. "I decided to join the Church at that time, and thanks to the support of His Excellency the Bishop, otherwise I would not have had the opportunity to fight for His Highness Tyr, you know, since the incident in Neverwinter more than ten years ago, the Church has rarely trained female holy warriors. ”

More than a decade ago...... Neverwinter?

Penny frowned and thought about it, and finally turned over a piece of information in the corner where he didn't know it, it seemed that a well-known Tyre upper-class female paladin had fallen in a famous incident, which dealt a heavy blow to the prestige of the Tyre Church in the Sword Bay area, and the number of believers and the size of the church had shrunk to a certain extent.

Probably from that time onwards, the Church of Tyre became more strict about certain abstinence clauses in the samurai precepts, and began to be more cautious in cultivating female holy warriors.

In this way, it is really not easy for the girl in front of you.

"This is the first time I've left the Church, and it's an exploration for us holy warriors. When Serra said this, she lowered her head in a somewhat gloomy mood: "But not only did I not accomplish anything, but I also caused Mr. Sean and several companions, and I am really far from being a qualified holy warrior." ”

Penny smiled, "I said that no one is born to take risks. ”

"Then why is Mr. Sean so calm in the face of that monster?" said Serra, looking questioningly at Penny, looking confused.

"Maybe I'm used to it. Penny remembered his encounter at the Red Robe Mage Academy, and suddenly let out a broken laugh, his expression inexplicably a little lonely.

"Is Mr. Sean troubled too?"

"This ...... Perhaps, I really envy you for having a strong belief that you are always better than that wizard. Penny smiled and changed the subject.

"People must always have faith, so that their souls will have comfort and support, and give themselves the strength to move forward. Serra said solemnly, "Mr. Sean, whatever troubles you have, please strengthen your faith, and there will be a solution." ”

Penny had a trace of melancholy in his heart, he was not prejudiced against the piety of the holy warriors, and there was a faint envy in his heart, from the country and era when faith collapsed, his life has been quite lacking in motivation and passion.

So what should he live in this brilliant world illuminated by the gods? Pursuit of power? Penny felt that this reason was a little thin for him.

"What is this?"

Penny heard the girl's exclamation, and turned his head to look, only to see Serra stunned as if she had been electrocuted at the minstrels' legacy under the tree.

Penny smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Of course, this is Arnell's remnant. ”

"Mr. Stefani, he, he...... There is simply no cure. Serra stammered, full of annoyance, and drew his sword to cut it into pieces, but seeing the vivid image above, he admired his [***] from this angle for the first time, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart, knowing that the painting was impure, but the sword he swung could not swing.

"Your Highness, bless me with my mind. She closed her eyes, wanting to make a decision.

"Wait. Penny stopped Serra, squatted down in front of the picture, and dipped his paintbrush in a little ink, and Serra leaned over with dissatisfaction and curiosity, only to see the mage make a few strokes on the girl's body with sky blue ink, and a simple breastplate covered the original nakedness.

"It would be a shame to ruin that scoundrel's hard work. Penny smiled maliciously and continued to draw on the drawing board, although his drawing skills were not high, but he did not know anything about art after drawing anatomical drawings, the armor style was simple, and there was a cartoonish feeling under the rough brushwork, and the visual effect was not bad: "Add a few strokes like this, and when he sees it, I'm afraid he will vomit blood." ”

Penny glanced back at the sluggish paladin, and then filled in a long sword in front of the hand of the painted girl, and the original ** painting style was suddenly swept away, and the female warrior in armor looked heroic in the faint mist.

The holy warrior's face turned even redder, watching the pen in Penny's hand trace the painting, and the brushstrokes passed through the ** body of the girl in the painting, and she had a burst of inexplicable feelings both physically and mentally.

A little uncomfortable, more ambiguous - of course, she couldn't describe it.

The mental activity of a young girl standing behind a painter and watching a sketch of her own body must be subtle and ineffable, especially since she still has a certain degree of affection for Penny, even if this affection has not yet deteriorated.

"It's not enough. Penny looked at Serra, whose face was even more crimson, and dipped the brush in a little silver-white ink, and wiped it on the back of the girl in the painting, like a pair of white wings of light like a glare, and the heroic atmosphere of the picture added a bit of sacredness, but with the slightly ignorant expression of the girl in the painting, it was more of a flawless purity.

The surrounding mist is like a cloud, holding up the body of an angelic maiden warrior, and the light and shadow under the wings are holy and undesecrated.

"That's fine, maybe I'm not at the same level. Penny smiled triumphantly and took the painting off the drawing board - in such a cold weather, the ink quickly solidified, and handed it to the paladin girl in a daze: "I have purified it." ”

"No, no......" Serra shook her head violently, her flushed face turned to the side, as if she was more reluctant to face the purified painting than the 18-forbidden painting, "Leave it to Mr. Sean as a memento." ”

“...... All right. Sean straightened his sketchboard and smiled at Serra, "I'm going back to rest, and you shouldn't stay here too long." ”

"......" Serra stood still, hesitated for a moment, suddenly clenched his fists, and shouted at Penny's back: "Mr. Sean, I will continue to work hard, please pluck up your spirits." ”

Penny Thean let out a sigh, and the ice and snow quickly turned into a white mist, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind disappeared, and he began to think about what was going on.

After this incident, Sarifin and an elder with a high status in the witch society have sided with him, and a few holy warriors of Tyr have finally mastered a certain strength and right to speak, and when they go to Mushantil to investigate, if they find that something is wrong, there is room for advance and retreat.

The only thing to note is to be sure to hide your identity.

In the past few days, he often uses the Cormier dialect when he speaks, and he is jerky at first, but Arnell will not break him, the paladin comes from Turmis, which is a certain distance away from Cormier, and he can't hear the difference, and the more he speaks, the more skilled he becomes, and he believes that it is enough to fool people......

But be more cautious.

......

"You mean, the people from the Madir sentry are on their way here?" In the city of Mushantil, the sixth Ocelot, wearing a butterfly mask, looked at Mius Delan in front of his desk with a respectful attitude, his expression a little ugly.

"My lord, it is said that there is a troll plague there......"

"Send them and tell them to go back, there is no place for them in the city now. Oscoh waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the witch's words, "Preparations for war are busy. ”

"But Lord Ocelot, we ......" Seeing Ocelot wave his hand impatiently again, Mius Deran shrank back the bottom half of his 'Is it really that busy?'.

"Of course we don't have the energy to entertain them. Owslow repeated: "Reject them, it's an order." ”

“...... Be. Mius Deran glanced at Othlot, his suspicion growing stronger, but he finally had no choice but to turn and leave the room.

Sixth Oslo sat quietly in his chair, and his gloomy eyes sent Mius Delan out of the room for a long time, before he stood up, carefully sealed the doors and windows, and entered a dark mezzanine, in the middle of which was a candlestick, and she picked up a small piece of thin copper wire and threw it into it, and gestured in her hand as she recited the incantation, and soon after the copper wire was burned out, a vague shadow appeared on the mirror behind the candlestick:

“...... What are you...... Call me?"

"Yes, my lord, I need your strength. Oslow bowed respectfully.

“...... Say ......"

"Oslo and the elder in the south of Lysserman were originally transferred away by our thoughts, but there is an elder who was not found before and now he has reappeared, and he is about to come to Mushantil, this is a strong ** master whose spell casting ability has reached the five rings, and our arrangement here, I'm afraid it will be difficult to hide from him......"

"Then send some people to get rid of them...... It's just the caster of the five rings, so you don't have to worry about this kind of thing anymore. Continuing the arrangement, it takes a lot of blood sacrifice for the master to fully awaken. Also, I'm afraid that your subordinate is not worth worrying about, so it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible. ”

The shadow flickered and vanished.

“...... Be. Oslot bowed to the mirror again, thinking about the shadow's last words, his face changed for a moment, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes before he turned to leave.

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