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

The two men left an oil-paper bag on the execution cart. The guards saw it from afar but ignored it. It was obvious that they knew the Youlun couple.

After the two walked away, Beth looked at the rain that was still falling and let out a long sigh.

She thought of the couple and even felt a little sympathy for them.

Sympathize with their stupidity.

If the Dragon King really killed Bennett by himself, who else among humans could fight the Dragon King head-on?

If there is no one who can fight against the Dragon King, then what is the point of these cities existing?

Beth sighed. She didn't know what to say, but she had tried her best. As for what the final result would be, she didn't care.

I picked up the oil paper bag from behind, untied the rope, and a fragrant aroma of oil wafted to my face.

It's barbecue.

Beth licked her lips. What a pity, there was no good wine.

She took out a few severed fingers from her bosom, placed them in front of her, and said:

"Bennett, the first bite is for you."

"You don't want to eat? Forget it."

The final meal before execution seemed pretty good.

……

John is now sitting in the living room of the villa, Alice is sleeping on the sofa, and the child has changed into clean clothes, which were changed by her parents.

Youlun and his wife went to the execution ground and said they wanted to give Beth a last meal. John didn't say anything. This was what they should do.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Youlun and his wife came in. John didn't look up, and even if he did, he wouldn't know what to say.

It was he who instigated the two of them to betray Beth.

And Youlon and his wife were also uneasy and didn't know what to say to John.

The three of them just sat there in silence, even though their goal had been achieved: Youlan was able to live with his wife and daughter, and John was able to kill Beth, the person he hated the most.

But none of the three were happy.

"I see no one can sleep, I'll go make some food."

Youlun’s wife stood up and said the first words.

"Everyone, have some wine, and let's just let today's events pass."

Youlun said the second sentence.

John stood up. He was still wearing his knight's armor and his weapons. The water bag and food were still tied around his waist.

"I'm leaving."

Youlun and his wife were startled and said:

“Since you have done such a thing, where else can you go? There are spies from Razlan and the church in our city. They already know that you killed Beth.

Where else can you go? "

John was silent. He picked up a cloak from the side. It was the cloak that Beth used to cover her hair, and now he might need it too.

“I always thought that Beth’s behavior was wrong, that the Kingdom of God on Earth was wrong, and that humans could use other methods to resist the Dragon King.

But now, I think Beth's behavior was right, and life is a path of choices.

When facing a powerful enemy, you can either sacrifice the present for the future, or sacrifice the future for the present."

Youlun looked at his friend. John was in front of him, his hair slowly turning golden. He raised his head, and even his eyes turned golden, his golden eyelashes stretched out, and his whole body exuded a holy aura.

A pair of wings stretched out from his back, and golden feathers instantly covered the entire room. His voice sounded like the singing of an angel, and as soon as he opened his mouth it was the whisper of the true God.

"I'm going to get out of here and go to church."

Youlun's face was full of shock, and even his wife covered her mouth.

John folded his wings, and the feathers around him disappeared. John looked at Youlun and his wife and said:

“Beth’s saint power is very strange, it seems that it has not been fully awakened.

And there can only be one saint in a race. I don't know where this Beth came from, but since the Dragon King is willing to deal with her, it's a good thing.

If the Great Mage of the Fiery Sun came to save Beth and died here, it was because of his incompetence and he could not blame anyone else.

Finally, Youlun, my friend, I hope you live happily here. "

John walked forward and hugged Youlun, saying his final goodbye. Without paying attention to their reactions, John walked all the way to the city wall while taking advantage of the rain.

Next to them was the bushes where Beth was caught. John sighed and stepped down. There were many tunnels he had dug around here. Most of them were abandoned, and only one was dug through.

He crawled into the hole, and after crawling for a while, he encountered mud and water. He held his breath and crawled slowly in the mud and water.

Every time he supported himself with his arms, he would sink deeply into the mud. After a while, he wanted to breathe, but there was no space for him to breathe.

He finally felt the pain Beth had just felt, and despite enduring the feeling of his lungs exploding, John still did not give up.

He didn't know how long he climbed, perhaps because of the pain in his lungs and the faint feeling of dizziness in his head, he finally climbed out of the mud and water and took his first breath of air.

"Ah, ha..."

He was breathing heavily and raised his hand to touch it. The hard touch made him feel relieved.

The saint activated his power, raised his hand and pushed the stone away from the cave. He climbed out of the cave, his body covered in mud, sticky and wet, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

It was pitch black outside the city at night, as if one had reached the edge of the world, and there was no longer any vitality in the city.

It was raining again, the rain hitting the black earth, making a rustling sound, and it was dull and silent outside the city.

John was in no hurry to leave.

He checked the bag behind him and found that the rusks were wet, but fortunately there was no mud on them.

The water bag is fine, no problem.

As he moves forward, there will surely be a large number of pursuers. In order not to attract the attention of the Dragon King, he must hide his abilities.

Without a large number of knights around him and not daring to use the power of saints, his fighting ability was far inferior to Beth's.

After all, he didn't have a hundred years to hone his martial arts.

He took off his armor piece by piece, using the rain to wash away the mud in the cracks.

The armor lining was also taken off, and he shook off the mud on it, but there was no way. Without a lot of clean water, the mud and sand on the cloth could not be washed clean.

He pulled out his weapons one by one. There was mud stuck in the scabbard. He shook it violently a few times. Although it couldn't be shaken out completely, it was usable at least.

The dagger was also carefully checked, and the machete was wiped with clothes before being put back into the scabbard.

After doing all this, he finally put on his clothes and armor, tied his weapons back on his body, and still carried the machete on his back.

He believed that he did not have Beth's martial arts skills. Without the ability of the saint, the damage rate of his weapons would be much higher than Beth's.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the dark world ahead of him and rushed forward without hesitation.

"Dong, dong..."

On the city wall, bells rang one after another. This was a signal that someone was escaping and people on the wall were notifying each other.

The city gates opened, and one after another, the fallen knights rushed out of the city, riding their war horses, and the runes on their armor emitted a dark blue color.

Beth was on the execution cart, watching the knights pass by one by one, and she understood everything in her heart.

"Leaved?"