I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

The power to become a mortal comes from every tiny wish.

Among these wishes are family, love, protection... and of course, freedom.

What appeared before Alan's eyes were the memories of an orc gladiator.

He was a warrior who was captured by humans and forced into a bloody battlefield.

The warrior massacred unarmed slaves, only to bring a little excitement to the human nobles.

What he desires most is freedom.

He felt a slight, almost imperceptible resonance with this desire for freedom.

Alan's heart was not locked, but he knew that he still showed his weakness.

Hannibal also clearly sensed the changes in Allen, and the memories he placed on Allen were the method to attack his mind.

He knew Alan's strength very well, and what he feared most was the flaws in his mind.

And as long as any of the memories he released resonated with Allen, he would be able to sense it instantly.

"Freedom... Knight Allen, giving up everything in the past just for spiritual transcendence, this is indeed in line with the will of the world."

Hannibal stopped what he was doing, and the blue ocean that had condensed in his body slowly dissipated, and those blue spots of light surrounded the two of them.

He sneered twice and said to Allen:

"But Knight Allen, it seems that your understanding of freedom is not pure freedom. Your free will is borrowed."

Alan was very calm. He knew that Hannibal was right. He himself did not insist on freedom. His free will was borrowed from the princess.

The one who truly has free will is the princess, not him.

Alan felt a little sad. This was the reason why, although he gained free will, he could no longer make any plans for his life.

"So what if it's borrowed?"

Hannibal got a positive answer and understood in his heart. He looked at Alan and then at Beth.

Since it is borrowed, there must be flaws.

As long as he finds its flaw, Alan will soon fall into the hands of God.

Beth was already seriously injured. He could control Allen and then kill Beth. The purpose of retreating and regrouping could still be achieved.

"Since it's borrowed, Alan, with so many wishes, I don't believe that none of them can break through your mental defenses."

After that, the flying blue dots of light began to float like catkins. They gathered into a whirlwind and rushed straight towards Alan.

Alan looked at the blue whirlwind. He knew that he could not avoid the attachment of wishes. The existence of these things was only related to the long river of history.

They cannot be destroyed or killed. As long as time exists, they can appear from anywhere.

In that case, Alan simply closed his eyes and let the wish rush into his body.

Countless memories came to mind. One moment, Alan was an orc slave in the arena.

One moment, Alan is an orc laborer in the mines of the North.

A moment later, Alan became an orc digger of the Southern Canal.

These memories assaulted Alan's soul, trying to leave a yoke of pity in his heart.

But Alan smiled.

"My freedom is indeed borrowed, but orcs are free by nature. When you gallop on the grassland, you will feel freedom. Freedom is engraved in your bones."

Alan opened his eyes, and blue light poured into his body countless times. The desire for freedom kept emerging before his eyes.

But none of these could resonate in his heart.

His steps became brisk again, he stood up with his sword raised, and the ground around him suddenly turned into a sea of ​​flowers.

“Humans are born with all kinds of shackles. It is precisely because humans have never had true freedom that the emergence of free will is so precious.

Only a society like human beings can support a God-given being who, through free will, can break through the God-given being.”

He stood in a sea of ​​flowers, and blooming in the sea of ​​flowers were the birds of paradise, the symbol of freedom.

Under the horrified gaze of the orcs, Alan stepped on the petals one step at a time and walked lightly towards Hannibal.

"Indeed, the natural enemy of the Free Knights is indeed the Mortals. But, Hannibal, you are the chieftain of the orcs, and your Sea of ​​Wishes comes from the orcs."

"And I am a human being."

Hannibal understood.

He has figured out the key.

Allen can indeed sympathize with the desire for freedom, but as a human being, how can Allen sympathize with orcs?

Alan's figure floated directly towards Hannibal. His swordsmanship was no longer that knightly style, but instead had a sense of elegance.

Hannibal just felt that this sword technique was extremely difficult.

Bennett, who was watching the battle from above, had his pupils wide open.

This style of sword-wielding technique shouldn't appear in this world at all, but now, it is being used suddenly in this world without any warning.

The power of the free knights is not only to break away from the shackles of the world, but also to gain true freedom from culture, habits and soul.

That kind of swordsmanship should not have appeared in the Middle Ages.

But it just happened.

That is the creativity that erupts after the free knights’ minds have transcended, and it is not bound by worldly matters.

Only a truly free spirit can change the world from the root.

The ultimate manifestation of freedom is creation.

Bennett had never admired anyone before, but at this moment, he really admired Allen.

Allen says his free will is borrowed.

But when Allen used such sword skills, Bennett knew that Allen's freedom was real freedom. Maybe his free will was borrowed, but he always had a free heart.

His only shackle is the princess.

But it was his love for the princess that awakened his sense of freedom.

After dodging several of Allen's swords, Hannibal finally confirmed that such swordsmanship could possibly appear in such a world.

In the culture of this world, there is no breeding ground for this kind of elegant sword.

He was even more shocked in his heart, and he also felt a little powerless. He couldn't find the weakness of Allen's free heart.

Even if he could resist this elegant sword technique, Alan might immediately create a new sword technique.

Alan's sword displayed sword skills that did not belong to this world. The sword formed sword flowers and finally cut across Hannibal's chest.

Hannibal stepped back suddenly and looked at his chest. The red blood made him dazed.

he got hurt.

Even when fighting against Huafan's natural enemy, the Saint, he remained unhurt.

Even his broken arm was destroyed voluntarily.

At this moment, he was actually injured.

He was facing an opponent whom he had restrained.

Alan looked around. He did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy, but first looked at the top of the mountain. That was exactly where Bennett was.

Bennett bowed to Allen. He truly admired this man with a free heart.

Alan nodded, his thoughts were free, and he didn't know what thoughts would come to his mind next.

But these audiences have their own thoughts, and he still wants to meet them.

He turned his gaze to the east again, which was the location of the royal capital.

A carrier pigeon fell from the sky, and a curtain of light shot out from its eyes.

Inside the light curtain were the old wizard Melissa Meteorite and Princess Denise.

Both bowed to Alan as if they were welcoming something sacred.

"Master, there is no need to do this. I am the one who has been taken care of all the time." Allen said.

Finally, Alan looked towards the south of the orc camp. There, besides Beth, was the person who had the strongest intention to kill him.

Adam, the incarnation of mankind, is the true master of Alan's weaknesses.