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

Although she knew there would be a big battle tomorrow night, Beth still couldn't sleep peacefully.

Perhaps it was because the pajamas didn't fit him well. After all, it was the lining of a knight's armor. Apart from being thick enough, it really had no special features.

She tried to look at her future, but all she saw was some information from the outside world. She didn't see anything about the future here.

Beth was a little confused. She couldn't make out what was happening here. Everything here was so real, as if it was really a world.

But Beth also knew clearly that she could only see all this after entering the dark swamp.

The test of the dark swamp has not appeared until now, and everything she has experienced has not only not made her degenerate, but has strengthened her beliefs.

She knew that everything here would definitely not be so simple, but she had no idea where the test would be and what would happen.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the conversation between the Youlun couple and Alice was heard downstairs, and Beth listened to every word.

Until I heard this completely untrue story.

Beth couldn't help but sigh:

"What about the blessing of two gods, love at first sight by the lake? These are old-fashioned stories. Only children would believe them..."

The story that followed had some similarities to real history, and Beth no longer felt like she was listening to a story and began to find it boring.

But Beth knew all the characters in the story, and a feeling of familiarity and security still came over her. How much she missed those people at this moment.

At the end, Beth slowly closed her eyes in the story that was like a divine book. This bedtime story was told quite well.

Much better than Bennett's story about the church saint being imprisoned and humiliated...

The moonlight shines through the curtains, illuminating the room. A thin figure lies on the bed, her chest rising and falling gently, her breathing gradually becoming deeper, and she slowly falls asleep.

But under this moonlight, there was a person who was tossing and turning in sleep.

Guilt, anger, sadness, resentment, these emotions filled John's mind.

He felt guilty for not being able to save his friend, he was angry at the fickleness of fate, he was sad about Alice's experience, and he resented his own incompetence.

If he was as powerful as Mr. Knight, saving those three people wouldn't be so difficult.

He lay on his back in bed, thinking about the mysterious Mr. Knight.

This knight is powerful and always exudes a unique temperament that makes people convinced, admired and respected.

But when he faced Mr. Knight, he always couldn't help getting angry, and he didn't know why.

It seems that everyone around him likes him.

John thought of Alice, who had said that Mr. Knight's body was soft and his hands and feet were tender.

He didn't think about it any further, for he was afraid that he might have thoughts that went against the code of chivalry.

But the more he rejected this idea, the more he couldn't control himself.

What is that knight doing now?

Is he also unable to sleep like me?

Maybe not. He doesn't seem to be a conflicted person. He seems to be different from the ordinary gods. He doesn't seem to care about abandoning the Youlun couple.

Perhaps, his beliefs are different from those of ordinary knights.

John looked up and saw Mr. Knight's room. He suddenly wanted to see him. No matter what, he wanted to see his face.

Is this a forbidden love?

John didn't know that he got up from the bed, still wearing his knight's windbreaker, and left the dining table without changing his clothes.

He was a little afraid to disturb the knight above, maybe taking a look from a distance would be a good choice.

John walked out of the room, up the stairs, quietly opened the door, and headed towards the lighthouse in the distance.

There were soldiers passing by, but all of them knew John. Even if there were some who didn't know him, their leader knew them.

John walked to the lighthouse. The lighthouse was very old and many bricks and stones on top had fallen off, which gave John the opportunity to climb up.

It is not easy for strong hands to support the weight of a normal person.

He climbed to the top of the tower very easily.

For a God-given knight, as long as there were no obstructions, the distance between the lighthouse and the villa would be almost non-existent.

Although Mr. Knight had drawn the curtains, there was still a very small gap on one side, allowing John to see inside.

He suddenly felt a little ashamed. This was not what a knight should do.

But thinking that Mr. Knight is also a man, John felt less guilty.

Since I can't fulfill my chivalry anyway, I might as well let myself go today.

He had made up his mind to let Mr. Knight take Alice away. He would stay and fight against the rules here to the end for his friends.

John's eyes finally became determined. He wanted to confess his love to Mr. Knight. Even if it was a forbidden love, he wanted to show his feelings.

In that case, tonight, please forgive one male knight for spying on another male knight.

John injected magic into his eyes, and his gaze instantly saw the interior of the room through the gaps between the curtains.

When he saw this, John almost fell off the lighthouse.

The gap in the curtain was very small, and only a very small piece could be seen, and this piece was facing Mr. Knight's face.

What he saw was a sleeping girl.

Golden hair, golden eyelashes, pretty face, and a slightly open mouth.

John froze on the lighthouse.

It wasn't because of how beautiful the woman was, nor because of his outburst of love, but because he recognized this face.

Why? Why is this happening?

John knew who that was. It was Beth, the tyrant, the deserter, and the creator of the bumpy relationship between Youlon and his wife.

At this moment, he understood everything that he had not paid attention to before.

Why did Alice feel that Mr. Knight smelled good? Besides the fact that she was a woman, more importantly, it was the power of a saint that emanated from her.

Why are her hands and feet tender and her body soft.

What dragon's breath, what burns, these are all lies.

The power of these saints will exude an aura that attracts people's minds. It will make people worship and love the saints, and feel a sense of security around the saints.

The weaker a person is, the stronger this feeling is.

He began to doubt his feelings for Mr. Knight. What kind of feelings were there? It was only the power of the saints that was subtly influencing and brainwashing the people around him.

He woke up suddenly. What would have happened to him if he hadn't come to take a peek tonight?

Being used by this tyrant and then abandoned like she had done before, and the promise to Alice, saints have ten thousand ways to avoid promises.

The most common one is in the name of God and in the name of justice.

As long as John reports Beth, he can rescue his friend and let Youlon and his family live a happy life.

When John thought of this, he was shocked.

No matter what Beth did before, the current Beth is the benefactor who saved Youlun.

He had vowed to treat Beth as his benefactor.

At this moment, confusion filled John's heart again. What should he do?

What should he do?