Time flies, like sand slipping through your fingertips, quietly disappearing into thin air.

Wendy and Qianyu strolled along the streets of the town, immersed in the atmosphere, unaware that half of the night had already fallen.

"It's getting late, let's go, Wendy." Qianyu reminded softly.

Wendy nodded to show that she understood, and then the two of them hurried towards the Knights' headquarters together.

At this time, the Knights Templar were extremely lively and noisy.

More than a dozen wooden tables were arranged in a haphazard manner in the spacious hall of the Knights' Order, making the originally spacious space seem even more cramped.

The lobby was crowded with about fifty or sixty people, some sitting around a table, chatting happily, some leaning against the wall, just like close friends chatting about family matters.

"Hey, have you heard about it? When we fought with Captain Qiu, the scene was truly thrilling!" A knight who had escaped death was showing off his experience to the new recruit beside him with saliva flying.

"At that time, the sky was dark, the clouds changed color, and even the air around was shaking!"

"We and Captain Qiu faced the devil without fear. We went in and out of the enemy camp seven times." The knight became more and more excited as he spoke, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

He raised his sleeves out of habit, but as the sleeves slipped down, his broken arm was revealed.

"Really? He's not afraid at all when facing the devil!" a newcomer said excitedly.

"Of course. If I hadn't been careless for a moment, would he have chopped off one of my arms?"

At this time Qiu Ling brought a few dishes and after placing them on the table, she noticed the knight who was chatting with the newlyweds.

"Hey, Lao Cui, can you change your bragging habit? Why are you always in and out?"

Another knight spoke up, his legs wrapped in bandages and it was obvious that he would have difficulty walking if he wasn't using a cane.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. We were already scared when we first saw those demons."

That's not true. As a mortal, he can rely on his strong willpower to resist the pressure in front of the demons and stand in front of them. This is already very powerful.

Although he didn't want to expose him in front of his comrades, he couldn't let Lao Cui teach the newcomers bad things.

After all, it is still the period of the Demon War. If a demon really comes one day, I am afraid that the newcomers who have heard this story will underestimate the enemy, which will eventually lead to immeasurable consequences.

"When faced with the attack of the demon god, we were defeated in an instant. If it weren't for Barbatos and Master Decarapian coming to the rescue, I'm afraid we would have..."

As they spoke, everyone lowered their heads in disappointment.

They still find it hard to accept the departure of Master Diakarabian...

"Okay, okay, why are you sad?" Qiu Ling suddenly appeared from behind the crowd and patted her two comrades on the shoulders.

"At least we are still alive now, and we have the wind god Barbatos to protect us, right?"

"Sometimes people need to learn to let go and cherish the present moment, which is the most important thing."

Hearing this, everyone looked up and looked at Qiu Ling in front of them.

"Well, the captain is right, we must cheer up." The knight on crutches agreed.

"Humph, if my arm were still intact, I would have to fight them for another three hundred rounds!"

Hearing this, Qiu Ling was speechless...

"By the way, Captain, there is something I'm curious about." A knight asked in a puzzled tone, while his eyes kept scanning the man in front of him who was called the Captain, as if he wanted to find out something from him.

"You see, we have all been injured to varying degrees, and many of our companions have even lost their lives. But why do you appear to be fine? Could it be that... you have some special abilities or treasures?"

Hearing this, the armless knight next to him also looked at Qiu Ling carefully again. After some observation, he was surprised to find that the facts were just as his companions said - not only was there no sign of injury on Qiu Ling's body, even her breathing was very steady, and she did not look like she had just experienced a fierce battle.

So he couldn't help but agree, "Yes, Captain, I remember seeing you fall from a high altitude with my own eyes... According to common sense, an ordinary person would be either dead or disabled if hit like that, but you are still standing here safe and sound. It's incredible! So I want to ask, what on earth is going on?"

Facing the continuous questioning from her two subordinates, Qiu Ling's expression became somewhat unnatural. She secretly complained in her heart, wondering how these guys' observation skills were so sharp that they could notice something was wrong at once.

However, things have come to this point, and she knows that she can no longer remain silent, otherwise it will only arouse more suspicion and speculation.

"Ahem..." After she coughed lightly to hide her inner nervousness, Qiu Ling replied calmly.

"I have nothing to say. It's a secret. Anyway, you just need to know that I'm fine. There's no need to ask too many other questions." After saying this, she quickly shifted her gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the two knights with a disdainful expression.

"Maybe I am lucky and have the blessing of the God of Wind."

Seeing this, the two of them were unwilling but did not dare to say anything more. After all, they knew very well that if they angered the leader, the consequences would be quite serious. So after looking at each other, they chose to shut up and said nothing more.

But at this moment, one of them suddenly lowered his voice and muttered: "I say, maybe the leader is also a demon god! Otherwise, how could he have such a strong recovery ability..." After hearing this, the other person nodded in agreement: "Well... Who knows? Maybe it is true."

Seeing Qiu Ling turn around and leave and return to the logistics department to start busying herself with cooking, the two knights began to whisper to each other again...

Time passed minute by minute, night gradually fell, and the last ray of afterglow in the sky quietly disappeared below the horizon.

At this time, delicious dishes have been served on the table one after another, the aroma is so fragrant that it makes people salivate. Everyone seems to have turned into little greedy cats, unable to resist the urge to taste the food.

"Everyone, please be patient. Let's wait a little longer. Lord Wind God hasn't arrived yet!" Qiu Ling kindly reminded everyone.

However, even though everyone stared at the gate of the Knights Templar and waited intently for more than ten minutes, the door remained motionless.

"Captain Qiu, will Lord Wind God really come to attend the banquet for us mortals?" Someone finally couldn't help but raise his doubts.

"Yes, yes, maybe Lord Wind God was delayed by something?" another person echoed.

"Hey, have you heard? It is said that as demon gods, they don't actually need to eat..."

For a while, all kinds of speculation and discussion came one after another, and the originally lively atmosphere became a little subtle. People began to whisper to each other, and they couldn't help but have doubts about whether the Lord of the Wind would appear.

Seeing this, Qiu Ling covered her head in disappointment. She didn't believe that Lord Wind God would break his promise.

Just as everyone was talking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a breeze blew to every corner of the hall.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the door.

"Sorry guys, we're late."

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