The target Vest is the ultimate boss

Sensing that the plane barrier is being slowly repaired, several priests felt a big stone in their hearts.

Most of the dark creatures in the North Sea were drawn back to the Abyss of Silence by the blood of the Holy Son, and when the barrier was completely repaired, the last hidden danger would be eliminated.

The Holy Son of Light has already lay flat on the altar.

He was drained of mental power again.But fortunately, with the assistance of the magic core, the magic power was not exhausted, which made him miraculously maintain a half-dizzy and half-awake state.

But he would rather pass out by himself.

The super-large magic circle had already been overloaded, and his whole body seemed to be pinched by a scorpion, causing him to die of pain.

It is also necessary to maintain the expression on the face, and not destroy the image of the Holy Court in the eyes of the royal family.

The moment the restoration ceremony was over, the second prince rushed up to the altar and almost knocked off the rhino horns that were placed around the magic circle.

Sid heard a tinkling sound like a Christmas carol, which should be the accessories on his head, neck, waist and waist.The noble prince always regarded this trip as a leisure trip, and when he flew from the imperial capital to Bauer on a griffin, he beeped endlessly at him, like a machine with only a replay button.

then……

Then, I feel bad breath after eating big fish and meat for ten days without brushing my teeth!

The second prince squatted down beside Sid, who closed his eyes lightly, and watched the sleeping beauty of the Holy Court for a long time.

The noble and indifferent Holy Son has been ignoring his accusations, and now he can take a good look at Sid's face.

It was a face so beautiful that Liziya, the number one beauty, would feel ashamed of herself, with a holy aura that could not eat other worldly fireworks.

A natural stunner.

As expected of his fiancée's brother.It's just that they don't look like each other, maybe Mrs. Chelt thinks her husband lacks a hat.

The blond prince bent down subconsciously, but saw the emerald stone on the forehead of the holy son suddenly lit up, and he fell down on the ground in fright.

He got up quickly, pretending nothing happened, and began to examine the several paladins guarding the gate.

Just because he's taking the mission as a vacation doesn't mean he's not concerned about his safety.

Legend has it that one of the Knights of the Platinum Seat is worth ten.

But this figure is too skinny, it's a bit embarrassing to take it out...

This one is too tall and will steal his limelight...

In this case, again...

The second prince pondered for a long time, then slapped his head wittily, and directly took away most of the Platinum Seat Knights.

Sid, who heard the whole process: ...

Perhaps sensing the dissatisfaction emanating from the Holy Son, the second prince finally left the altar with his guards and knights in a hurry.

The priest discussed how to return to the Grand Duke's manor.

It's not far from the manor, so they kept the griffins on the horse farm instead of bringing them to the altar.

The remaining paladins who were selected by the second prince were about to carry Sid on their backs, when suddenly there was a commotion from down the mountain.

Several paladins immediately drew out their swords, stood in front of the priest, walked down the stone steps, and vigilantly brushed aside the grass with their sword lights.

A skinny black hand emerged from the bushes, grasping the edge of his sword like lightning.

The paladin's hand tightened, and he was about to cut off the ghost hand, but was stopped by his companions.

Something is wrong.

Several people held their breath, watching the person who was lying in the grass crawl out tremblingly.

His hair was already drenched with blood, the two eye sockets were replaced by pitch-black holes, and the area around his throat was chopped so badly that it couldn't be seen, and a ball of black and red paste flowed out of the holes.An urge to gag made the priest cover his mouth.

Someone among the paladins recognized his identity, tremblingly said: "You, you are—"

The previous Deputy Paladin Commander of the Platinum Seat, the leader of the Iron Rose Mercenary Corps!

Isn't he on his way to defeat Jujue?How did it become like this?

Who did this to him? !

The portrait was framed in the hall of honor of the mercenary guild. The head of the mercenary captain, who was so beautiful, raised his head with difficulty, and roared hoarsely: "Run...run..."

His voice leaked, and his throat made a weird rattling sound. He desperately stretched out his other scorched black hand, let go of the palm, and a dried mouse corpse fell in front of their eyes.

"robber--"

It's rats.

The priest's heart tightened.They looked at each other, seeing the solemnity in the eyes of their companions.

The Grand Duke told them that bandits and pirates were rampant in the north, and the Rat Society was the most arrogant and powerful bandit organization among them.The grand duke should also avoid his sharp edge when traveling, and regularly send part of his salary to the gang to ensure the tranquility of the manor.

Earlier, an ignorant nobleman offended the bandit leader of the Hair Combing Society, and was bloodbathed overnight. The heads of seven members of his family were hung at the gate of the castle the next day.

A chill blew across everyone's skin.

Right now, there are only two or three paladins sitting on the altar, and the other priests can only use the spell of light, and they are powerless.

While worrying, there were chaotic footsteps and laughter and curses under the altar again.A group of people came in front of the people in the holy courtyard, and the iron hoof of the horses crushed the left leg of the head of the mercenary regiment.

Those who came were all strong men, who looked like mountains from a distance.Their eyes seemed to be wrapped in flames, and they were dressed in hard black iron armor. There was an irresistible smell of blood all around them, and their laughter was chillingly reminiscent of an owl howling at midnight.

The priests backed away again and again, reciting the sacred scriptures to get rid of evil and sycophants in their hearts.

Someone snorted contemptuously: "There are quite a lot of people..."

The knight was silent for a while, took out the purse he was carrying, and lowered his voice: "My lords, please pretend that you didn't see us."

There are few people in the Holy Academy, and a peaceful solution is the safest way.

The robbers sneered: "Sir, how can you talk to your old grandfathers?"

The pastor shouted loudly: "Presumptuous! In front of you is the Holy Son, are you going to be an enemy of the Holy Court!"

The bandit leader laughed.

"That's really a coincidence, I'm here to find him." He said in a sinister tone, "The last time I went to Tiago to play, he dared to purify my mount!"

Several knights immediately assumed a fighting posture, and the priest's holy shield formed in front of them.

The mouse will release this sentence, which means that the discussion is not right.

Trade dark creatures for materials on the black market...

Only the omnipotent dark guild and outlaws would do this kind of thing.

"What is the price of the Son of Light? A hair costs several copper coins, right?" The bandit's think tank slowly took out a notebook, "Let me see... a hundred gold coins for one finger, one eye One thousand gold coins, two thousand five hundred gold coins for the heart, together they have a price but no market—”

"A bunch of lunatics!"

The paladin slashed at it with a knife, and the priest behind him chanted a spell.

There was a lot of movement under the altar, and the Holy Son who was hung in the center of the altar by the people of the Holy Court had already heard the quarrel.

Also knew he was in danger.

Now he's just a piece of trash who can't use his legs.He must acquire the ability to act.

However, at this moment, his mental power is exhausted, and there is not enough magic power for him to use the Transfiguration Charm.

Sid thought hard, and a gleam flashed through his mind.Sid remembered what his roommate had taught him.

...he is also able to use some small-scale spells.

Light elements gathered around him, and emerald green magic lines formed on his knees.

The wall of roots.

The logo of the bull head and skull emerged on his knees, and black blood bubbled out along the inscriptions, soaking the ice blue holy robe.

Sid used elements to manipulate the dense roots of plants to penetrate the skin, peeling off the nerve veins and the cursed eclipses entangled on them one by one.

The moment the plant pierced his flesh, he felt overwhelming pain covering his brain.

His breathing was stagnant, and his mind almost fell into a coma, as if he was going back to the most terrifying night in the Chelter mansion.

Angel, nightmare.

A curse that never walks.

Sid struggled to wrestle himself back from the illusion.

For the first time since he was five years old, he felt the existence of his legs.Even though it was a boundless pain.

stand up.

Get up.

This is the spell that Kanas taught him.Impossibly useless.

He's going to get his legs back.

That's his stuff.

The weak Holy Academy soon fell into disarray.

Five three-headed dogs jumped out from behind the rat club and bit off the saint's neck.

These people obviously came prepared, waiting for the opportunity when the holy son of Guangming's mana was exhausted, and most of the paladins followed the second prince. At this moment, they specially ran to attack them.

The poisoned dagger pierced the paladin's left chest, and he let out a roar, watching a brisk thief jumping in front of him, laughing wildly and rushing up to the altar holding the iron mark.

But he did not carry the unconscious Son down as his companions wished.

The altar fell into silence, and then, screams of fright and anger tore apart the dark clouds.

"That kid escaped!"

Hearing this, the president of the Rat Society trampled a priest's brain to pieces, walked to the altar and looked around, and gasped in surprise, "Didn't it mean that his legs were disabled by God? Seals can still run? "

Even though he said so, he was not afraid of where Sid could escape.

The three-headed dog has the bloodline of a quarter of the abyss monster, and the boy can be found by following the smell.

What's more, playing hide-and-seek with small animals destined to fall into the tiger's mouth is one of the daily entertainments of the Mouse Club.

He snapped his fingers, and the laughing and cursing companions immediately dispersed.

The first person to find the prey can get the boy's eyes worth a thousand dollars.

……

At the foot of the mountain, the sea breeze blew across the boy's face.He opened his eyes in bewilderment.

Sid was woken up by his own sneeze.

It wasn't because he had a cold again, but because a butterfly landed on the tip of his nose. The beautiful butterfly wings refracted the colorful light, like a flowing rainbow.

This butterfly is very familiar.

Familiarized—exactly the same butterfly that Tiago met Canias sent to stalk him.

Sid stared at its scaled wings, remained silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Alder?"

The butterfly flew in a circle.

He asked again: "You came to see me?"

The butterfly flew around again.

Most of the cloud of being hunted down in Sid's heart dissipated.

The muscles in his back were pulled up like a needle prick.He was about to reach out to cover the wound, but fell from the top of the tree.

Gentle beams of light bloomed from the butterfly's body, and a huge bubble composed of water elements supported the boy firmly.

Under the cliff of the altar is a huge banyan forest, and Sid dared to jump down because he knew the surrounding terrain.

As the foam subsided, Sid adjusted his position so that his feet dropped to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in the knee again.

He took a deep breath, held on to the tree trunk at hand, barely stood still, his face was pale, his limbs were trembling, and his forehead, arms and palms were covered with cold sweat.

After repairing the enchantment, Sid was in a state of overdrawn spirit.

He didn't even know if he would suddenly lose consciousness and fall into a coma in the next second.

Worse, he only used Canias's method to temporarily strip the curse left by the angel on his leg from the nerve, the etching remained in his knee, and the nerve in his leg was only temporarily restored Ineffective, can not be fully recovered.

At any rate, it would be better if he could walk a little bit and wait for the nerves to develop immunity.

——In short, once the pain is numb, there will be no more pain.

The butterfly flew around him a few times, as if to express surprise.

Sid's eyes followed the shadow of the two butterfly wings, watching it wander forward for a while, as if signaling him to follow.

He was holding on to the tree trunk and was about to move forward when he suddenly felt his feet go limp and fell directly to the ground.

Sid frowned, knocking the straw off his head.

He stood up again, took a few steps, and fell again.

Like being hooked to the ankle by a grass snake.

The once noble and glamorous Shengzi Guangming had disheveled hair, scratches on his face, and his embarrassment was a bit comical.

The butterfly landed on the back of his hand, raised its tentacles, and compared two question marks.

A little mocking.

The boy blew on his hand, blowing the butterfly away.

The reason why he fell twice in a row, besides the unavoidable pain from the etched and cut nerves, was the most important point——

Since he was five years old, he had no experience of walking, and he didn't know how to use his two human legs to balance the weight of his upper body.

Although the Transfiguration Charm gave him experience in coordination, but... those were very short legs, and he had secretly practiced it for a long time before he escaped from the church.

Now the Holy Son has to fall on the ground after taking three steps.

But Sid dare not take it lightly.When he jumped down from the altar, he faintly heard the whistle of the three-headed dog.

The rats would be coming for him.Only those within the Dark Guild have the channel to purchase three-headed dog puppies.

The ultra-left forces of the guild have always opposed sending him to act in the Holy Court, thinking that his behavior will bring benefits to the Holy Court, insisting on restricting his freedom, imprisoning him in the territory of the guild, and dedicating him to the father's lord until he is an adult. Temple to go.

These villains have been expanding their power recently, and the Mouse Club was probably recruited by them at this time.

Once found by those people, he will definitely not be able to get good results.

But he can't use the Transformation Curse now.

Guided by the butterfly, Sid walked in small, depressed steps when he heard an unusual rustling of leaves.

The butterfly flew to the boy, blocked a cold dart that hit his leg, disintegrated into light debris, and disappeared in the wind.

"The Son of Light is here!"

The frightening howling of dogs sounded from a distance, the fallen leaves were trampled up into the sky, and the swift black shadow fell down the canopy. Sid stepped back, but was still trampled to the ground by the three-headed dog.

The gigantic canine opened its jaws and bit down on his cheek, and he barely dodged it, sending a fireball towards its throat.

The temperature of the fireball condensed by the Son of Magic could burn the metal in an instant. The three-headed dog roared and curled up instinctively. Sid took the opportunity to push it away with all his strength, rolled on the ground, and ran staggeringly. open.

A beam of light gathered in front of him again, and a butterfly that was the same as before was born from the light, leading him to the depths of the forest.

An ominous blind spot develops in Sid's vision.

His energy began to fail, the wounds all over his body re-opened, blood dripped from his forehead, flowed over his bluish-white cheeks, and soaked a corner of the stained bookmark in front of his collarbone.

Panting for breath, he took off the damaged bookmark and put it away before trying to move forward.Butterfly bumped him on the forehead, as if blaming the bear for slowing down on little things.

At his current speed, Sid can't outrun a strong and healthy man.

Soon, he heard the clamor of horseshoes coming behind him.

He didn't need to look back to know that the group of robbers had surrounded him with smiles.

A whip was whipped across his back.

"Run! Little guy, run!" A man whistled, like watching monkeys in a zoo.

The voice reporting the price of each part of the Son's body sounded from behind.

"You should know our identities. If you go back with us, you will be able to avoid suffering." He persuaded politely, "Why do you want to run?"

Then, in compassion, he began to pray—the prayer before the slaughter.

Sid held onto the tree trunk, lowered his head and gasped for breath, thinking deeply about the question raised by Emphasis.

He really didn't have to run.He is a man without a future.

The guild has found signs of the father's survival, and he will still be sacrificed on the day of the bar mitzvah.He didn't feel like he belonged to that family in Chelter.

It is a miracle that he can live lightly until now and not become a resident of the madhouse.

There is no hope in his life, not even Cañas's graduation ceremony in sight.

Cañas Olde.

After reciting the name silently, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the butterfly resting on his shoulder.

A wonderful surname danced on the tip of his tongue.

"... Alder."

Warm light glows on the butterfly's wings.

"Alder." He repeated the surname gently several times, "Alder, Alder..."

The young man's voice was very pleasant, like an ice spring falling slowly from a snow mountain.The butterfly wings fluttered and sprinkled light on his cheeks.

Canias doesn't know the light spells, the lights are just comfort without practical effect.Sid felt that his whole heart was soaked in the warm pool of gods.

Cañas Alder, the unknown bastard, was like a disturbing and hateful wind that broke his night when he came into his eyes with the rabbit in his arms.

On the day in the plant conservatory, he always stared at Canias, not because of lingering fear.

Maybe it's because, when the young man came to him, there was a bouquet of roses beside him.

Perhaps he wanted to pluck this bouquet and give it to the gentlemanly young nobleman who did not reveal his identity.It's just that he was too shy to dare to do this.

But the young man still held out his hand to him.

From that day on, light appeared in his sky little by little.

In his apartment, there are pendulum clocks and portraits hung by others, and milk bottles placed on the coffee table for him. In the backyard, the seedlings of hyacinths are sleeping in the autumn wind, waiting for the first bloom in the coming year.

He found that his life could be described as "beautiful".

Sid wasn't running away.

He was just playing hide and seek with the knights from afar.

And he wanted to be found, that's all.

The sound of breaking through the air came again, and the boy turned his head, grabbed the whip with incredible speed, and threw a bunch of magic cores behind him.

He doesn't have enough mental strength, and it's a waste to put these things on him.

The magic crystal nucleus is a rare item that the lower-level people in the mainland have not been able to see for 800 years. When a few robbers saw the colorful crystal nucleus swaying on the ground, they jumped off their horses and competed with their colleagues.

The president's horse's hoof almost stepped on his brother's back.He reined in the horse's mouth angrily, and shouted: "What are you picking up! If you catch him, they all belong to us!"

Sid struggled to follow the path of the butterfly.

The president quickly shouted: "Catch him!"

Sid turned around: "Can you divide the spoils fairly every time?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the robbers became more violent.

The teenager took the opportunity to escape.His numb legs were extremely light, and he almost disappeared from everyone's sight after running a few steps.

The bandit leader was furious, he whipped his whip, causing his mount to jump up directly on the bodies of several reckless men, landed in front of the young man, and stretched out his hand to grab his face.

He was originally a desperado, and he was only hired by the guild a few weeks ago, so he didn't care about the task of capturing the Son alive right now.

A murderous aura swept towards Sid.He swayed and sat down on the ground, only feeling a blur in front of his eyes, and swallowed the blood pouring into his throat with difficulty.

The bandit leader looked at the earth-colored Sheng Zi, put away his whip, and said with a sly smile, "Go, little seal!"

Sid fell to the ground, but he didn't seem to care what he said, his eyes lit up.

He saw a pair of leather boots.

He remembered these shoes, the familiar hunter's boots that had lured him into a trap.

After crossing half a mountain, Kanias came to the Son of God.

The robber pulled up the reins, and the cold iron hooves of the horse were about to break the neck of the Son of Light. The young man raised a finger and pressed it to his mouth, and the etching of blood roses appeared in front of his eyes.

- Shh.

Silence.

The moment the young man stretched out his index finger, it seemed as if a needle had sewn up their mouths and tied the hooves of their mounts to the ground.

All creatures lost their ability to move at this treacherous moment, like falling into a bottomless ice cellar.

Except the Holy Son of the Holy Court.

Kanas watched quietly as his boy got up from the ground again, approaching him tremblingly.

Just like a toddler at the beginning of life, Sid walked towards him with difficulty, taking small steps.

The light elements laid out a carpet under his feet, brilliant and pious, like a believer bathed in the sun, making a pilgrimage to his Lord, from darkness to light.

Five meters, four meters, three meters...

The boy who belonged to him, his eyes are full of brilliant stars.

Sid's learning ability is still amazing, and he never fell down after standing up.

Two meters, one meter.

Sid came to him at last.

He raised his head and looked at him ignorantly, as if confirming the identity of the visitor.

Immediately, she fell into his arms.

Canias embraced the exhausted Son and lifted him up horizontally.

The most beautiful child he had his eyes on was as light as paper in his arms, and he was not willing to break it.

At this time, he was covered in blood and bruised all over his body.

His bones were broken in several places, and he was in such a mess as if he had just escaped from hell.

The spirit of the young man was a little slack.He unconsciously rubbed against Kanas' chest, smelling the familiar scent of the young man, and relieved himself of his guard.

He opened his out-of-focus eyes and murmured, "Kanias, I broke the bookmark..."

The paladin lowered his head and his eyes moved.An indescribable warmth surged through my heart.

This was the first time that Little Shengzi called his name.

The young man raised his hand and stroked his head gently.

"That's all right," Cañas said softly. "Great job, boy."

Sid hummed, and slowly closed his golden eyes.

Kanas cast a curse of deep sleep, kissed good night on the boy's forehead, and let him lie on his lap.

"Good afternoon, everyone." The young man said casually, "Don't worry, Your Highness doesn't like me killing people."

He raised his eyes like will-o'-the-wisps from the abyss, slowly.

The ashen-faced gangsters have long since lost their souls.

But an invisible force pressed their heads, and they could only kneel down and listen to his last orders like slaves waiting to be slaughtered.

"—So, even if you beg me, I won't kill you."

After all, he is a holy, cavalier, and soldier.

On the edge of the aphasia sea, the banyan forest is shrouded in the place between immersion.

A circle of blood was inexplicably rippling on the surface of the sea, and the shrill sound of mosquitoes scraped across the dark and cloudy sky.

……

On the other side of the continent, under a pitch-black banner, on the plateau belonging to the Dark Guild, a black shadow cast a brief glance to the north.

appeared again.

the breath of the Lord.

It's an emotion called sullenness.

……

This time Sid finally fell asleep and woke up naturally.

Without the bear in his arms, he didn't have a nightmare for the first time.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was so sore that he couldn't move, he would have mistakenly thought that falling off the cliff was a dream.

On the ceiling is a large chandelier in the shape of a lilac flower, which is Alexander's family totem.

He heard the door being pushed open.

Cañas came in, his steps light, and saw Sid wake up and sit down on the wooden chair beside the bed.

"How many days have I slept?"

"Counting today, it's a whole week."

Sid raised those piercing eyes and stared at him.

The young man smiled, picked up his shoulders, and let him lean in his arms.

The knight understood his expression, which made Sid very useful. He found a suitable sleeping position in the young man's embrace, and rubbed his chin softly.

The little holy son who had been pretending to be reserved suddenly cuddled in his arms and acted like a spoiled child to him enthusiastically. Kanas knew exactly what was the reason.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

The boy's eyelashes fluttered.

The real situation of the Rat Society cannot be told to Kanias, it has something to do with the Dark Guild.

Canias couldn't tell the truth about his sudden ability to walk, it had something to do with the Dark Guild.

No matter how powerful Kanias is, he is only a member of the mainland, and he cannot compare with the gods from the abyss.

Can't get him involved.

Sid suppressed his complicated emotions and stared down at his knees.

"They...that is, they suddenly recovered..."

Kanas narrowed his eyes.

Sid couldn't stand his gaze the most, and covered his eyes with his hands: "You said that I can be willful. I don't ask about you either."

Very fair deal.Cañas also has a lot of secrets, but he will respect his roommate and stop peeping.

He heard the young man's laughter again.

Must be praising him for being smart.he thinks.

"Okay." Kanas said softly.

A slightly icy temperature covered his hands.Sid opened his eyes, and saw the young man holding the back of his hand, and placed a small off-white piccolo on his palm, the end of the piccolo was pierced with a soft string.

He took a closer look, his arm trembled, and he almost shook the flute.

This is bone whistle made from ribs.

"……who?"

"You don't need to worry about this." Kanas pinched the rope on the bone whistle, looped it around the slender neck of the little saint, and tied it at the back of the neck to replace the former bookmark. "I will encounter danger in the future." , just blow the whistle."

Unlike the tree species he took at random, this was broken from his own rib.

Once the bone whistle is blown, he can hear it no matter at the bottom of the abyss or in the hall of the God of Light.

He saw the young man with a troubled look on his face, picking up the bone whistle with his slender fingers.

"like this--"

Kanas lowered his head slightly and blew his whistle.

The soft rope is very short, and the forehead of the young man is next to the forehead of the Holy Son.Amidst the clear music, the scorching breath called Canias rushed towards his face, and the cheeks of the little saint instantly turned red like a boiler.

A tuft of black hair still fell on the tip of his nose, reminding him of the butterfly in the forest that had guided him to find the knight.

In the charming and ambiguous atmosphere, a irritating question mark crawled across Sid's heart like a watermelon bug.

It is rumored in the academy that Kanas, who is romantic, treats others the same way as he treats him?

This question kept lingering in Sid's head until Canias was helping him to braid his hair. He stared at the half-drawn eyelids of the young man in the mirror and couldn't help blurting out.

"Alder, have you ever combed another girl's hair?"

The wooden comb in Canias' hands froze.

He began to think seriously about this problem.

From his waking up to the present, it seems that he has not seen many female humans.

The person he pretended to be had a good relationship with the opposite sex and had a lot of experience.Not to mention combing hair, more intimate behaviors-kissing, going to bed are all within reach.But he is not interested in these yet.

Kanas' gaze slid to Sid's hair.

After pretending for a long time, he almost regarded himself as a human being.

Kanas chuckled to himself.

He said, "No."

Although he lost some fragments of memory fragments, he is not a human being himself, so he doesn't need to spend so much thought on others.What's more, he doesn't need to please the weaker race than him, and that kind of little girl with pear blossoms and rain is even more impossible.

But if it was Sid Chelter—

Probably an accident, there is no second one.

Sid didn't mind what his answer was, but a negative answer did make him a little happier.

Even if it is a lie, it also shows that he has the value of making Kanas lie.

He put away the mirror, curled himself into a ball, and buried his head in the shadows.Feeling the hair on the back of his head being gently pulled, he could imagine the young man's powerful hands holding his scorpion braid.

Wind chimes blown by the sea breeze, and the aroma of rice steaming from all over the manor.Alexander's castle was eerily quiet.

The Grand Duke went out to hunt.The second prince had already learned the whole story, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly sent back all the paladins, and rushed back to the imperial capital alone with his servants starry night.I'm afraid that the Holy Son will make a report with his father first.

The status of the Holy Court in the human empire should not be underestimated. If Sid made an embellishment in front of the emperor, the worst possibility would be that he would directly withdraw from the competition circle for the crown prince.

He dared not take any chances.

The remaining priests of the holy courtyard applied holy light to Sid's wound, but he was seriously injured and could not heal in a short time. He still needed to soak in the sacred pool of the holy courtyard for a while to repair the damage that went deep into the veins.

But it was Canias who rescued Sid from the Rat Society. This powerful and courageous paladin had more say than the rest of the church.

Before he speaks, they dare not make rash claims.

Kanias walked downstairs with Sid in his arms, and the three members of the mercenary team sat in the garden drinking afternoon tea.

——To be precise, only the red-haired girl Courtney with crossed legs was sitting on the chair drinking tea, and the half-elf Omega was sitting in the tree with one leg bent, holding a pocket watch, thinking about something; Isaac was frantically swinging his tomahawk to chase away the flies in the air.

A group of maids gripped the trays and hid in the corner tremblingly, looking at the mercenaries who behaved vulgarly.

The Grand Duke ordered the maid to take good care of the group in front of him.It is said that they are the benefactors who can preserve the whole manor.

Seeing the warrior's angry appearance, the Son of God had a circle of magic lines appear on his fingers, and used the fly repelling spell to drive away the annoying flying insects.

This is also the little mantra that Kanias taught him.

He was about to turn his head to show off to Canias when the deafening roar startled him so much that the sapphire suppressor in his braid nearly popped out.

The young man looked at the bear with wide eyes and motionless eyes in his arms amusedly.

"It's really Master Shengzi!" The soldier rushed towards him with an ax in his hand, "You cured my mother's old cold leg five years ago, do you remember? It's the one with pockmarks on her face—" "

Courteney frowned, put down her tea cup, stretched out her legs gracefully, and tripped the big man.

"You scared him," said the red-haired girl calmly and politely.

Isaac only learned of Sid's identity a week ago.

When the young and powerful mercenary captain carried the blood-soaked boy to the camp, he saw the iconic long silver hair of the Son under the cloak.

Isaac instantly felt incomparable reverence for the young man in front of him.

Their boss is really fierce.

To be able to sleep in that Holy Son of Light who was so proud that he was about to fly into the sky in the holy courtyard.

The disgraced soldier got up from the ground, wiped his face, cast admiring glance at Kanas, and fell silent.

Courteney seemed upset.

In the eyes of the warriors, in terms of terror, the female Shura was superior.

This time when their mercenary team was traveling, it was the poor soldier who had been doing the logistics.From managing finances, ordering tavern rooms, to lighting bonfires, and looking for food, except for the slightly kinder half-elf, he is responsible for everything.

As the most resolute and muscular soldier in the western local army, Isaac has never been used like a Filipino maid!

At first he objected, but after the other two men in the team knocked him to the ground with one blow, and another woman threw him over the shoulder and over the shoulder and over the shoulder again, the soldier shut his mouth tactfully, and never Get up on the ground and pitch a tent.

After staying in the Grand Duke's castle, he counted the things he entrusted to his teammates this time.

The result shocked him.

Isaac was busy cleaning himself, and did not participate in any battles; the half-elves, apart from scouting the way, just followed their captain furtively to record something; The protagonist, Ju Jue, their captain was crushed to death casually, and brought back a Son of Light by the way.

Well, to sum it up, only Courteney didn't do anything.

She is the scariest existence who knows how to paddle behind the scenes! ! !

At this time, Sid had already glimpsed the shadow of the half-elf from the leaves.

Omega just took back his pocket watch, lowered his head, and met the eyes of the Son.

Looking at each other for a moment, the two looked away at the same time.

Sid looked at Kanas suspiciously, hoping that the young man would give him an answer.

However, the paladin just put him on the chair opposite Courteney and whispered in his ear, "It's just a coincidence."

He didn't give the boy a chance to ask questions, and said, "Isaac, Omega, and I will prepare the horses."

The two people who were called by him were extremely respectful to him, they quickly came to the young man like lackeys, and followed him out of the garden.

After the figures of the three disappeared, the lazy tavern daughter changed her expression.

She dismissed the maids who were walking on thin ice, leaned her elbows on the table, approached the son, and asked in a very low voice: "My lord, did Baron Alder do anything to you?"

Seeing her bad face, Sid immediately remembered the scene where Canas combed his hair.

"No, nothing."

Courteney: "..."

Guangming Shengzi denied it too decisively, almost putting "lying" on his little face.

"If he does something bad to you, you can tell me, I should—" She frowned and adjusted her words, "Maybe I can help."

Sid listened in confusion, feeling something was wrong with her tone: "Is Alder not pursuing you?"

Pursue?

The panicked Courteney quickly pulled her collapsing mind out of the word.

She tried to think about it, she and the unknown