An indescribable sense of confusion rose in Roy's heart.

Five clusters of bright lights lit up in the mist ahead, separated by a short distance, like five lighthouses at sea filled with mist.

The emitted light and brightness vary from strong to weak.

Roy yelled again, but there was no response.

So I followed my intuition and walked towards the biggest and brightest "lighthouse" in my opinion!

At the same time, Leso, Vesemir, Vulture, and Kern, who were lost in the mist, also chose a different lighthouse that belonged to them.

……

When Roy made a choice in his mind.

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated strangely.

He appeared in a garden in full bloom.

The sky is red and the sun is shining with warm and golden light.

Where?

Am I not in the closed gate of the sewer, why did I suddenly appear outside.

Illusion?

He tried to run the magic power in his body, and it was smooth and free.

Taking a deep breath, the fragrance of flowers came to his nostrils, the breeze brushed his cheeks, and the sun gave him a healthy blush.

If all this is an illusion, then the creator is probably a god.

Thinking of this, a roar suddenly came from a rose garden not far away.

"The whore's son!"

A childish and fierce voice sounded.

Roy turned his gaze over——

Surrounded by the flower garden were three eleven or twelve-year-old children.A young master with neatly trimmed hair in a gorgeous silk coat, and a girl with a hairpin and flounced tutu skirt like a princess.

He poked a boy with a dull expression with his fingertips and cursed.

"Bitch!"

"Ugly monsters popping out of the mud!"

Roy walked over slowly.

Chapter 15 Where It All Begins

In the garden under the sun.

Three playboys were bullying a skinny boy of eight or nine years old - fluffy and slightly curly black hair, brown eyes, high nose bridge, red lips and white teeth.

Equally flamboyantly dressed, perhaps a little kin to the bully.

There were several red and swollen palm marks on the boy's fair face, and he sat on the grass dejectedly, being pushed and insulted by them.

Occasionally look up, and then continue to endure silently.

"Look, your mother can't bear to look at this ugly face, so she throws away the swaddling clothes that held you like trash!" A fat man with an upturned nose and freckles squeezed his chin fiercely. , Red marks appeared on the skin.

"You don't belong to the Burns family!" A boy with a proud face and a chin as sharp as an awl kicked him in the back, and there was a black shoe print on his white velvet coat, "Your mother is a A courtesan who takes off her skirt when she sees everyone, crossed with a ghoul in the grave to give birth to you bastard!"

"Your father is not in our house, you have no right to stay at home for free! From now on, you are not allowed to pretend to be pitiful in front of your aunts to win their sympathy!"

"A slut with a mother and no father!" The pointed nails of the girl in a princess dress poked his chest fiercely, as if they wanted to pierce into his heart, "I will drive you out sooner or later! You should stay in the slums and be a beggar!"

"what!"

The girl felt that the braids on the back of her head were being pulled heavily, she puffed up her cheeks like a squirrel and turned her head angrily, a flash of purple light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, dancing fingers like butterflies.

The two boys followed closely behind, their pupils reflected the seal of Axi, and their expressions became stiff and dull.

A funny and weird scene was staged in the garden—two men and a woman formed like puppets in a circle, slapped each other, slapped each other, and at first they blushed and shouted loudly.

"You, who are you?!"

The boy freed from the "nightmare" was shrouded in a tall shadow - a slender man in a black cloak with two swords on his back.

Silver-gray pupils are as bright as stars.

Let him lose his mind.

"A lost 'tourist', you can call me Roy." The demon hunter knelt down and helped the boy up, patting the dirt on his back thoughtfully with his slender palms. "What about you, kid?"

"I, my name is Casillas Burns." The boy curled up like a frightened quail, and at first seemed very nervous and cramped, not knowing where to put his hands.

Until his brown eyes carefully looked at the mysterious visitor a few times, the sun shone from behind the boy and fell on Roy's face, making him look like the sun shining.

Two white jade-like sword hilts protruded from behind the shoulders, which dazzled the boy even more.

"Cassilias, may I ask, what is this place and what time is it?"

"Ah," the boy ruffles the curly hair on the back of his head in surprise, and replies like beans, "Maripau City, 913 A.D., the month of germination."

Roy's pupils froze.

So it is more than 350 years ago?

A mysterious mist transported him to Maribau in the past, or was it a vision?

"What's wrong with Orlik and the others?" The boy turned his head and glanced at his companions who were still slapping each other, with a worried look on his face.

The demon hunter shook his head, "If you bully the weak, you should be punished, but you don't have to worry, their faces will be swollen for a few days at most... After all, don't you hate them?"

"They don't understand anything. They're just three spoiled kids. There's nothing to worry about. Besides, I should have been tested and tempered."

"What do you mean training?"

Casillas widened his eyes and asked expectantly,

"Is Lord Roy a knight? You came here to save me and punish the bad guys!?"

"You may think so."

Roy wasn't lying, he was serious, the knight of Lake Vizima crowned by the Lady of the Lake.

"But why are you carrying two swords? Isn't that what the story says?"

"One is used to punish bad guys who have done a lot of evil, and the other is used to punish monsters who have caused disasters in the world."

The boy's eyes suddenly turned into stars, and he looked at the witcher with admiration.

"You worship knights?"

"I don't have any other hobbies, and I don't have any friends. I just like reading stories about knights. I have sworn to become one of them!" He took out a dusty thin-skinned handbook as if offering a treasure, and on the cover was written "A Guide to the Virtue of Chivalry, by Sir Matteo" in large characters in the common northern script.

The corner of Roy's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but think of Grimm who talked about the knight's creed anytime and anywhere.

He took the book and flipped through a few pages at will. This old manual has been read countless times. The corners and spine of the book are all crumpled. Still in good condition.

Seeing this, the boy grinned, showing his two missing front teeth. He had been brutally bullied not long ago, but his smile was pure and sincere.

Excitedly, he said,

"It's written in the book that knights roam the cities and the countryside, fighting for righteousness, fighting against injustice, hoeing the strong and helping the weak! Through trials and tribulations, prove your noble virtues to the people!"

"Is Your Excellency Roy undergoing a virtue trial?"

"This is indeed like a trial." The demon hunter said meaningfully.

"Then, you...can you...can you guide me a little by the way?" Casillas held the "Guide to the Virtues of Knights" in front of his chest with both hands, and his little face with the red mark on his palm looked devout, " I want to really be a knight."

"Being bullied and insulted so much, you still want to be a knight who acts bravely and helps others?" Roy asked curiously.

He couldn't understand why a child who was abandoned by his mother, neglected by a bunch of fathers, and ruthlessly bullied by his cousins ​​had such bright ideals.

"Because becoming a knight will gain everyone's approval!" Casillas' clear voice was firm, his face full of longing, "Wherever he goes, he will be welcomed, respected, and loved."

"As long as I become a knight, they..." He glanced at the children around him who were still slapping each other, his nose was filled with sourness, and his tone was a little choked up, "They will no longer discriminate against me and bully me .”

Do you want to become a knight just to prove yourself?

The boy's eyes turned red suddenly, and he clenched his fists.

"And I...I can also protect more poor people who are misunderstood, insulted for no reason, and need shelter."

"It's amazing." Roy gave Casillas a deep look. This time, the boy looked at him bravely,

"To become a knight, you can't just read books, you need to exercise your body," Roy squeezed his little arms, which are not much stronger than a bamboo pole, "otherwise you will fall down when the wind blows, how can you fight bad guys? If you are bullied, you have to resist instead of just being beaten!"

"Can you teach me, I swear that I will keep training every day..." Those brown eyes burned with fighting spirit, "Until my own trial comes!"

"Are you sure... wait, actually you have another more suitable choice..."

Roy's voice fell to the ground.

The sky and the earth change color in front of my eyes.

The dissipated mist gushed out from nowhere, flooding this beautiful garden and Casillas' energetic little face everywhere.

The environment became gloomy again.

"Ugh……"

Roy's eyes flickered, his thoughts were like lightning.

If the scene just now was some kind of illusion, then everything is too realistic!

What kind of illusion can communicate with intruders?

He still clearly remembered what Italan said.

Go to the end to find the answer.

He continued to walk deep into the fog, and as expected, soon, the bright light of the "Lighthouse" reappeared, piercing through the fog and guiding him, but this time there was only one lighthouse.

There is no other choice.

……

Under the gloomy sky, the cold wind blows through a narrow alley outside the busy city.

A handsome young man wearing a knight-style jacket and slightly curly black short hair blocked three big-bodied and flesh-faced hooligans coming from the entrance of the alley.

"Refund all protection fees immediately!" He held a nanmu stick, his young face was righteous, the Buddha was shining with sacred golden light, and his magnetic voice exuded an indomitable momentum, "Everyone paid the transaction tax! You are not eligible , and there is no reason to impose additional fees!"

"Tch! The illegitimate son of the Burns family, haven't you played enough of the house?" The bald man in the middle squeezed his fist impatiently, "The first two times, for the sake of your family, we will spare you a yard !"

"Do you think we are soft bones to be bullied?" He bulged his biceps under his sleeveless jacket, which was almost twice as thick as the boy's, and showed his pale gums at the boy, "Casillas Burns, this time If you don't know how to flatter yourself and die, I swear to fulfill you!"

"That Lengtouqing?" asked a newcomer next to him, a man with a green turban and a hooked nose.

"That's right, a big fool who claims to be a knight apprentice and made the whole city go crazy." The dark-skinned man said sarcastically, "In the past two years, I have seen this guy covered in blood at least ten times. Lying in the middle of the road, in the gutter, unconscious."

"It's all caused by meddling, but he... tsk tsk, suffered dozens of beatings! Not only is he not afraid, but he is getting more and more excited!"

"Are you a born imbecile or a brain-dead, masochist?" The bald man took out a wooden stick with the length of a table leg from his back waist, tapped the stick lightly on his palm, and he took a step closer to the boy, "You can't use your brain Think about it, widen your eyes and see? No one in this place needs you to uphold ridiculous justice."

"Even if you help them once, you don't get any gratitude. Everyone is laughing at you. Your cousins, your uncles, aunts, are laughing at you behind your back. Do you know why? Because every time you are stupid Your behavior will become a new topic of conversation in the tavern, embarrassing your relatives and shame! Do you know what the bards say about you?"

"The big fool of the Burns family, a group of fathers insist that no one recognizes you, but they are afraid that you are their offspring, so they reluctantly let you stay in the family to make a living." The bald man hummed a bit meanly and jokingly. , "How good would it be to eat and drink honestly? You want to be a knight admired by everyone!"

The dark-skinned man persuaded, "Even if you want to be a knight, you should spend most of your time practicing swordsmanship and finding a horse to ride, instead of wandering around the city and the countryside all day, meddling in your own business!"

Hooked Nose also asked curiously, "In order to protect a group of white-eyed wolves, you have made so many ridiculous and stupid sacrifices, is it worth it?"

The boy blocked an inch in front of the three of them, took a deep breath, and retorted in a deep voice,

"The core of a knight is not swordsmanship or riding skills, but the virtues of a knight! I haven't done enough, I haven't done enough, and I haven't been recognized by everyone!"

"No matter what your background, as long as your faith is devout enough, you can become a knight!"

His face glows, self-motivated, his voice grows higher,

"Pain is just a test of fate! In fact, the people I have helped have gained a better life, and the first person to recognize me has appeared. This is the reason why I strive to practice chivalry. That's where the meaning lies!"

He couldn't help but see a pretty face with black hair fluttering and full of gratitude.

"You are just three civilians working hard for food and clothing, but your efforts are in the wrong direction...Crime can never bring true happiness."

The brown eyes cast a sincere and pure look, and a clear and upright voice echoed in the whole alley,

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