What bad thoughts can a paladin have?

Chapter 38 The Funeral in the Temple
As far as Ren could see, placed in the center of the temple, there were three extremely simple coffins. There were no flowers decorated on them, no relief carvings, and only a simple emblem was carved.

Half-open scroll and shield.

The scroll represents the contract, and the shield represents protection.

simple and clear.

This is the divine emblem of the God of Contract and Guardianship, Lord of Guardianship, Grest.

On both sides of the coffin, there were more than 20 clergymen from the temple, including priests, paladins, and temple guards, all of whom looked extremely solemn.

"This……"

Ren turned his head to look at Kisim beside him, and asked in a trembling voice.

This always cheerful man raised his neck, sniffed, and there was a trace of undetectable sobs in his tone.

"Fitch, Scott, Kyle... They died heroically in the battle against evil."

After all, he patted Ren on the shoulder.

"Let's go, go in... to see them off for the last time."

The three walked into the temple silently and stood in the line.

Soon, the funeral begins.

Headed by Jonathan, the head priest of the temple, and assisted by two priests, they slowly read the prayers to send off their comrades-in-arms.

"My Lord Grester..."

"May your eyes rest on this place..."

"Your people, your warriors, your defenders, rest here..."

"May you protect their noble souls from being defiled..."

"May their souls find peace in your kingdom of God..."

As the last words of the prayer fell, more than a dozen paladins and temple guards knelt on the ground at the same time, and the nail leaves collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Ren and Kissim also knelt on one knee, and Ren also pulled Miss Ranger, who was immersed in grief, along the way.

The girl came back to her senses, and hurriedly knelt on the ground like a model.

"Chong!"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed echoed in the temple.

The fighters planted their weapons on the floor, lowered their eyes, and said solemnly:
"In the face of a strong enemy, be fearless,"

"Bold and loyal, worthy of the gods,"

"Be loyal and upright, rather die than surrender,"

"Protecting the weak is not against the law of nature,"

"In the name of God, in my soul,"

"Make an oath to show your will, never lose and never forget!"

The powerful and deafening oaths of the warriors echoed in the temple, and the three priests headed by the head priest Jonathan walked to the coffin, stretched out their hands, and slowly closed the eyes of the deceased.

Among the sacrificed temple personnel were a paladin and two temple guards.

"May your souls not be defiled, and return to the kingdom of our Lord as soon as possible!"

Looking at the faces of former comrades-in-arms and companions in the coffin, Pastor Jonathan's light gray eyes showed sadness.

The voices and looks of these brave warriors are like yesterday. They put their hands on their chests and wear armor all over their bodies. Although the blood on them has been wiped off, you can still see the dents on the armor, which are left after the fierce battle. trace.

Their weapons are placed on the side of the body.

There is no gold or silver, no luxuries such as silk or ivory, and armor and weapons are the only burial objects of these war dead.

As the warrior's second life and most trusted partner, these equipments that accompany the master to the last moment will be buried in the ground with the master.

Pieces of holy water are sprinkled on the body of the deceased by the priests. While the holy water cleans the body of the deceased, it will also protect the soul of the deceased from coveted demons.

In the world of Erathia, the souls of the dead need to go through the River Styx to the underworld governed by the ruler of the underworld, and then be sent by the gods they believed in to take them back to the kingdom of God.

The section where the River Styx flows through the bottomless abyss is the most chaotic and dangerous. Both demons and demons covet these pure souls.

For them, these souls are food and wealth!
The funeral ended with the priest's prayers.

Ren stood up, but found that at some point, the cheeks of the girl beside him were already full of tears.

"Ren, Boss Ferlin is looking for you."

After the funeral, a paladin walked up to Ren and greeted the young man with a boxing fist before whispering:

"We all know about you, good job!"

After finishing speaking, he gave a thumbs up, then turned his head and winked at Angelica teasingly, before leaving amidst the girl's coquettish voice.

"Kress, this guy, he doesn't do anything right all day long..."

Ren shook his head helplessly and looked at Miss Ranger.

"Do you want to go together?"

The girl bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slightly.

Under the leadership of Ren, the two walked through the hall and came to the station of the paladins behind the temple.

In the previous two years, Rennes had trained and rested in this place, so it can be said that he is familiar with the way.

Walking to a cabin in the deepest part of the resident, Ren reached out and knocked lightly on the door.

"Is it Ren? The door is unlocked, come in!"

Pushing open the door, Ren saw an old man with gray hair and casual clothes sitting on a chair, slowly sipping a cup of weak tea.

"Captain Flynn."

Ren saluted the old man respectfully.

The old man in front of him is the head of the paladins of the Guardian Temple of Fanlin Town, a well-known high-ranking paladin.

"sit."

The old man raised his right hand, motioning for the two to sit down.

At this moment, Ren suddenly realized that Ferlin's left sleeve was empty.

"Captain, your left arm..."

Ren, who had just sat down, stood up suddenly, and looked at the girl next to him again, with a trace of complaint in his tone.

"Angelica, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

The girl opened her mouth, her small face was full of grievances.

"You boy, why are you panicking? Sit down for me. Also, don't be mean to Angelica. I didn't let her say it. Why, do you have an opinion?"

The old leader waved his hand, blew his beard and stared at Ren.

Facing the elders whom the original owner respected, Ren opened his mouth, and finally sat back in his seat.

"Young people are just frizzy, can't they be patient and determined?"

The old man handed the two a cup of coffee before he said slowly:

"This time we went to clean up the stronghold of the Blasphemy Order, but we encountered a big fish, the high-level of the Darkfire Web, 'Black Priest' Adaline, who left me with this arm. However, one arm can be changed Her life, the old man, I still made a profit, haha! And, when Jonathan heals the boys' injuries, my arm can be fixed with an [Advanced Restoration Technique]!"

At the end, the old man let out a hearty laugh.

The Net of Dark Fire, a dark organization wanted by the Bauhinia Business Alliance.

The purpose of this organization is to control the commercial trade of the entire Western Continent, which is obviously intolerable for Bauhinia, which started out as a business.

"However, because of a mistake in the intelligence, the target was a black priest. The loss of the temple this time is still too great. Fitch and the three of them are such great young men, but in the end..."

Speaking of the casualties in the Battle of the Temple, even an open-minded and strong old man showed deep sadness and self-blame on his face.

"Captain, dying on the battlefield is the glory of a warrior."

Ryan comforted the old man.

"I know," the old man picked up his teacup and took a sip, "It's just that when people get old, they don't want to see these births, old ages, illnesses and deaths."

Putting down the teacup, Ferlin quietly looked at Ren.

"Next, let's talk about your business."

　Thank you book friend [Turing Nash] for the reward of 100 starting coins!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)