Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

Xialan City has regained its former... Well, generally speaking, after the big devil is dealt with, the areas that have been plagued by scourges are described as "restoring the tranquility of the past", but Xialan City should be said to have finally lost the tranquility of this period of time!

As soon as they entered the city gate, they saw a row of people kneeling on the ground tied up by the sheriff and the guards. A sheriff with a hooked nose, thick eyebrows, and a sallow complexion was whipping people with a whip.

Several criminals are perverts who steal, rob and spy on the old bartender in the tavern. The last one is because he ate the rotten egg that was going to throw the necromancer when welcoming the "hero who captured the necromancer alive".

Sheriff Kerry slapped the prisoner fiercely, and roared: "Say! What are you doing! Why didn't you throw that rotten egg on the necromancer, but picked it up and ate it yourself! Are you an accomplice of the evil mage!"

The prisoner screamed strangely: "The small one just likes to eat smelly ones, oh~~~My lord, please forgive me~~~~~~~"

The uncle pushing the cart on the street accidentally bumped into a homeless man, and the two sides were communicating through body language collisions; the woman buying vegetables was chattering with the vendor about whether there were three cucumbers or four for a copper coin; the child who wanted to buy sugar man pulled his mother The cries were so loud that they were more terrifying than the wailing of the death banshee. If you look carefully, it seems that this child is still the one from the priest's family in the city's branch hall.

After taking a breath of such noisy air, Et Gaya suddenly became extremely happy, nodded and said: "This is the normal mental outlook of a small border town, and I have finally returned to my normal life."

If it weren't for the ghost with the same name as the scary teacher living in the priest's sword next to him, Etjaya would be more satisfied.

As soon as they entered the city, they attracted the attention of many people. Yalan suddenly realized that the situation was critical, took out the bottle of fluorescent powder that he had used before, and quickly raised Et Gaya's head and face, and the speed of reciting the spell was extremely fast Unable to hear clearly, the eyes staring at them were dazed for a moment, then moved away again, and Yalan breathed a sigh of relief: "Come on, let's meet up with the mercenaries."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Et Gaya was bending over and coughing fiercely. When Yalan's handful of powder came out, he was panting with a smile and opened his mouth. He took a mouthful and lost his eyes. "What are you doing! Cough cough……"

"Don't forget that you have a face that swims across the street." Yalan patted Etjaye's back sympathetically, and the dark knight fell into deep melancholy again.

He rubbed his eyes and asked, "Okay, whose illusion did you create for me this time?"

Yalan said very flatly: "Well... sorry, I can only think of close acquaintances subconsciously, so now you are... your teacher's appearance in the eyes of outsiders."

Et Gaya: "..."

He really wanted to give himself a sword, and just go to see the Dark Lord directly. When will such a day be the end!

A grand celebration ceremony was being held in the branch of the Temple of Light in Xialan City. The square was crowded with people, and the residents came one after another. The two mercenaries and the elves from the nearby woodland received incomparable honor. Phil could bear this kind of scene. After all, he is also a well-known mercenary leader, and An Leier and Luo Xing agreed that Priest Yalan was too evil. He must have guessed this kind of scene, so he let the three of them escort the necromancer into the city!

The people cheered and covered them from head to toe with flowers. They couldn't leave even if they wanted to, so they could only wave their hands and smile stiffly. The city lord, the sheriff, the officials, the chief priests of the temple and the chief knights all came in a line and went first in front of the people. Showing off his might, he condescendingly and pretending to praise the three of them, the excited shouts around them almost drove them crazy.

The necromancer has the seal of Ya Lanxia on her body, and there is no possibility of escape. The eggs and vegetables thrown by the people are all over her face, but fortunately, she has already been stunned by the foul language she heard after entering the city. passed.

The old gods Yalan and Etgaya, who were hiding behind the crowd, were enjoying the scene, not intending to move forward at all.

"What shall we do next?" Knowing that he was facing the teacher's face, Etgaya really felt that any posture was inappropriate. If the teacher found out that he used his appearance to do something that was not elegant outside, he would probably Died very, very badly.

Yalan looked at it for a while and didn't intend to continue watching the following celebrations. He led the way to the tavern, and said on the way: "We are waiting here for the reinforcements sent by His Majesty the Central Hall to escort her back to the main hall."

Atgaya: "Okay, what about now?"

"Now? Of course it's time to drink the celebration wine." Saying that, Yalan pushed open the door of the tavern, and made a gentlemanly invitation gesture to Et Gaya.

Etjaye picked up the non-existent skirt and made a gesture like a noble lady accepting an invitation. Fortunately, only Yalan saw it.

Alcohol is a wonderful thing, it can make a person tranced, unguarded, and out of control.The Shadow Moon Temple is located deep in the snow-capped mountains of the extreme north. It is surrounded by thousands of miles of ice all year round. When living there, it is often necessary to rely on spirits and large pieces of barbecue to make yourself feel warm and fulfilled. At the age of eight, Etgaya began to drink the northern folk brew every day. So when the waitress asked what they were ordering, Atgaya suddenly had a good idea.

He said to Yalan tenderly: "We have been busy for so long, and finally have a chance to relax. May I buy you a drink?"

Yalan followed the good advice: "Of course."

So Atgaya showed a happy smile.

A few hours later, there were a lot of empty wine glasses piled up on the table, and Etjaya's face was flushed, his eyes were blurred against the wall, and he hiccupped.

The waitress had already changed from surprise to numbness, and she mechanically walked over to clear away the empty plates.

The whole tavern stared dumbfounded at the two people at the table in the corner. The handsome guy with light blond hair and long hair who was despised by many drinkers as only drinking juice when he entered the door gracefully put down his empty wine glass and licked it. Lips, said: "Help me ten more glasses, thank you."

The waitress stammered back: "Yes... sorry, you two have already finished the tavern's stock..."

Yalan looked at the empty glass in her hand with regret, and sighed: "It's a pity, I didn't expect the wine here to be so delicious, so I can only drink it next time, please clean up the table, miss, I want another drink Toast with jam, roast chicken legs and vegetable soup, thank you."

"Okay... okay..." The waitress stared at the eyes like copper bells, and hurriedly cleared the table, "That...you are drinking our most famous fruit wine in Xialan...Although it is delicious, but They claim to pour just one glass..." She stared blankly at Yalan who had no reaction, and introduced their specialties dryly.

"Ah, that's it. Then he drank a full dozen before falling down. He can hold a lot of alcohol." Ya Lan looked at Et Gaya who was leaning to one side, and said approvingly.

...But you drank more than 20 cups after he fell down, and you still didn't respond!The drinkers around were in a mess.

The reason for this is actually very simple. The ingredients and the length of time for humans to brew wine cannot make elves drunk at all. This is a racial issue.

So, in other words, if you change the race, Et Gaya has already succeeded at this moment. From this point of view, it is reasonable for Et Gaya to doubt his own life.

The other drinkers in the tavern slowly came back to their senses and went to eat and drink separately. The tavern resumed its bustle, only Yalan was eating quietly in the corner, and Et Gaya was quietly drunk opposite him.

Of course, the caster is not affected by the effects of his own illusion spells. In Yalan's eyes, Et Gaya still looks like himself. He is a northerner, so he is taller, almost a little taller than Yalan.The northern highlanders live in the ice and snow all year round, without much care from the sun, and their skin is whiter. Etgaya has lived in the temple since childhood, and does not need to go hunting in the ice and snow, so it is different from normal northerners, without redness and roughness His skin was cracked, his skin was well maintained, and his light blue blood veins could be seen faintly. With his long curly black hair and his usual dark clothes, he looked really... very evil.

It is true that Et Gaya can drink very well, so he wakes up quickly, and soon recovered from unconsciousness to the point where he can talk nonsense.

Fortunately, this is a tavern in a small border town, and the people here don't recognize the important person, otherwise this picture will drive everyone crazy—under the effect of the illusion, the priest Siyue is holding back the grief, tearfully pulling the hand of the high priest of the temple. Hand, it looks like a confession.

Et Gaya is just reminiscing about his tragic past.

"...It was a long time later that I realized why my teacher gave me this name? Do you know what he said when we first met? He said it was an old dark elf saying, meaning 'burning sun', isn't it very domineering " Etjaye wiped his face, "I found out later! The dark elves don't have any ancient language at all, and the teacher just said a few syllables casually at that time! He just thought that giving him a name as soon as we met would make him look very cool !"

After he finished speaking, he buried his face deeply in the crook of his arm, and with the other hand, he still firmly grasped Yalan and would not let go.

Yalan held his hand back, patted the back of his hand, and comforted him: "You have to know, you are not the only victim. Your teacher, Priest Siyue himself is worse than you. He is also eight or nine years old. He was picked up by his teacher at that time. His teacher dug him out in a snowman who was frozen into a snowman. Because he was pale and wearing a big cotton jacket, his gender could not be seen at all, so his teacher said, "This is the Dark Lord." The will of the Lord brought you and me together, and I heard the whisper of the lord whispering to me, He gave you a new life and a new name, from now on you are called Helena'."

Attracted by the story, Atgaya raised his head and asked, "And then?"

Yalan shook her head heavily: "After returning to the temple, I took off my clothes and found that the boy I picked up was a boy, and this boy's personality is completely unsuitable for a name like 'soft flower'... In your teacher's own words, it is ' You can’t say that the monarch’s whisper is fart, so you can only continue to talk nonsense, saying that the name is an ancient dark elf language, which cannot be explained in the common language semantics’, so now your teacher is still called Helena, but the spelling has changed.”

After listening, the knight buried his face in the crook of his arm again: "Is the tragic childhood a tradition of the Shadowmoon Temple? And why is the blame given to the dark elves, the dark elves are so miserable!"

The half-dream and half-awake knight probably still had a long time to get out of the state of talking nonsense. He continued to hold Yalan's hand tightly and refused to let go, while talking about many trivial things in a muddle-headed and illogical manner.

In the last sentence, he was still saying that when he was eight years old, his village encountered a bandit, and it was his teacher who saved him from the bandit's gallows, and the next sentence became a secret of the temple that is not suitable for spreading——

"There is always an annoying paladin who sticks to my teacher like a brown bear seeing a jar of honey...a paladin who always stays in the dark god's stronghold...beep...then you will see it the next day My teacher went to preside over the ceremony refreshed, and that paladin was lying on my teacher's bed, moaning!"

Atgaya spread his hands, and said in a rigorous academic tone: "This is unbelievable. My teacher is so thin and a mage. How did he make a paladin who is as strong as a bear unable to get out of bed? Hiccup~ ~~?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yalan who was facing him took a deep breath, and also changed into a posture of burying his face in his arms.

Next, Etegaya carefully recounted how annoying that paladin was. The paladin he said was a tragic profession that "even if he is an adult, he is not allowed to jerk off casually." Do not go on the bed?

"He took my teacher away!" Et Gaya slapped the table in dissatisfaction, scaring the guests in the tavern to look back at him.