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

Beth thrust out the long sword in her hand and pierced through the dazed knight.

The child's father, the knight's father, was a very kind lord who had never made any mistakes. The only mistake he made was that Beth had set her eyes on his territory.

Beth never thought that a trace of guilt would arise in her heart at that moment.

She had never felt this way before, and she didn't know when it happened.

She was a little dazed when a figure flashed by. It was the mage, that mage.

When saints have emotions, it is like angels falling into the mortal world.

The long sword pierced the knight's throat, and the knight could no longer make any sound.

He lay on top of Beth and knelt in front of her. He raised his head, and from the shape of his lips moving slightly, Beth could still tell what he said.

"Your Majesty, congratulations..."

Beth drew out her sword suddenly. Her mind was restless and full of doubts.

Isn't this the Dark Swamp? Isn't this a test?

Why, why is it so real?

The people here have such simple desires, what they want is what ordinary people want.

Parents, children, wife, work, life.

She had thought that she would face even more hateful desires: pride, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust.

There is none of that here, on the other side of the sea of ​​desire, there is none of that.

"Be careful, sir."

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard in her ears, and Beth quickly picked up the sword. Relying on the physical fitness of a saint, Beth still caught up with the sword.

She rolled up her cloak with one hand and covered the sword wound on her chest.

The remaining ten knights have surrounded Beth. They raised their swords and pointed the blades at Beth.

Beth has calmed down and the sword wounds on her body are healing. After all, they are just sword wounds given by God. These wounds are just small problems for Beth.

Beth looked at the knights around her again.

Although it was just a sword fight, Beth had already concluded from the angle of attack, the speed of the sword, and the force of the collision that these knights were not a bit inferior to the three just now.

Now Beth has understood that these knights are probably those who have been hurt or abandoned by the church.

Every one of them.

The Dragon King might have gotten some method to allow these knights to find another way and gain the power of the Dark Swamp, turning them into artificial knights.

The appearance of these knights was probably to deal with me, this saint.

Beth no longer dares to regard this world as a test. This world is probably just a corner of the branch of fate.

The saints’ ability to see the future is probably also due to the gift from the Dark Swamp.

Raising the sword in her hand, Beth was prepared and no longer curious about the identities of these knights.

The knight in front attacked fiercely, and Beth raised her sword and rushed forward. The knight behind her saw Beth moving forward and raised his sword to attack Beth's back.

Beth feinted her sword and stabbed it backwards with her backhand.

Another sword pierced the throat, but this sword was not without cost.

Just as Beth stabbed the sword into the man's throat, the knights on both sides seized the opportunity, stabbed out with their swords, and pierced Beth's body again.

Beth didn't care. She retracted her sword and slashed it horizontally. Another head flew up, and at the same time more knights joined the battle.

More swords came at her, and Beth threw the sword in her hand.

The power of the saint is far beyond what God can give. The power of this sword was so strong that it actually broke the sword in the hand of a knight.

The knight was shocked, but Beth did not hesitate at all. She drew out her sword, and blood spurted out, but soon stopped.

Beth endured the pain in her soul and forced herself to mobilize the power of the injured saint.

The swords collided, sparks flew, blood flowed, and the blades killed people.

Beth finally killed these knights and carried Youlun on her shoulders, but Youlun was not hurt at all.

And Youlun was already frightened by the battle just now.

Especially Beth, who was hit by so many swords, and Youlun thought she was going to fall down many times, but he didn't expect that she didn't even make a sound.

This is the resistance army. Youlun thought of what he had just said in the square, and suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart.

Can he do this?

But he had no choice. Either his family would die together, or he would take his family and follow this man. If he died in the resistance, at least his family would survive.

At this moment, Youlun felt that the world was so malicious. He had never done anything bad in his life, but the world was so cruel to him.

"Where is your home?"

Seeing that the road she had just pointed out had reached an end, Beth asked again.

Youlun was awakened. He looked at the familiar terrain and quickly gave instructions:

"One hundred more..."

Beth carried Youlun, and the saint's speed was naturally very fast, but even though she had several times the speed given by God, when the two of them came near Youlun's cabin, the soldiers still surrounded the place.

The two hid behind a balcony and looked at the house not far away.

It was a two-story building with an independent courtyard. There were constant roars and sounds of things being broken coming from inside.

“My wife and daughter are still here.”

"How did you know?" Beth asked.

Youlun touched his nose and said with some concern:

"The people here betrayed the resistance army. I was afraid that after I surrendered, they might betray me again, so I built a dark room in my house so that I could hide if the situation changed."

Beth looked at the middle-aged man, feeling speechless.

"You have built a secret room, so can't you build a secret passage?"

"The dark room is already a big commotion, and building a secret passage will cause even bigger noise, which is likely to attract the investigation of mages."

Mage?!

Beth was shocked when she heard the man's words. If there was a Scourge Mage here, even at the level of a Spirit Tide Mage, Beth would be finished.

"What level of wizard? What are their Scourge Runes?"

Youlun looked at Beth strangely and said:

"The control of the Scourge Rune is very strict. Archmage Lieyang has a hidden hand on every mage. Once a Scourge mage is captured alive, he will be shot in the head."

Beth's heart was moved. It turned out that the future Bennett would do such a thing.

But it really fits his personality.

Beth touched her chest. There was Bennett's hidden hand at her heart. It was not only a killer left by Bennett, but also Bennett's way of protecting her.

As soon as the heart stopped, Bennett could feel it immediately.

Beth retracted her head behind the wall and looked at her hands. She had not had time to take care of her left hand after she broke the knight's throat. Now the bone had grown back, but it was twisted.

She placed her left hand on her knee and slammed it with her right hand.

"Boom."

The entire palm turned into a puddle of mud.

Beth positioned her fingers properly, mobilizing the magic power in her body to correct the position of the bones and speed up the healing of the wound.

"Don't you feel any pain?"

Alan on the side was already frightened.

"I've experienced worse pain."

Beth said slowly.