Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

In order not to die into a scandal, an ordinary dinner for the two of them was harder than fighting a Lich.

Outside the window, the night soon fell, and the layout of the room was too simple, not to mention there was only one bed, and there was no lighting tool. Fortunately, the priest is a creature that can shine at will. He took away Et Gaya's sword , completely unceremoniously inserted into the crack of the floor, pouring holy light into it, and the sword temporarily turned into a glowing lamp stick.

"Tomorrow we should set off back to the empire, find a reliable temple, and then get in touch with the central hall first. The six liches are still having a happy gathering in Irwinshire." The priest asked while sighing, "Carola, what about you, what's the plan?"

Etgaye was stunned for a while before realizing that "Kalola" was calling him. In the dungeon, he made up a name casually, and he couldn't remember which book he saw it in.

Because of his daze, the priest laughed, shook his head and said, "I don't think Carola is your real name, is it?"

"Your eyesight is too sharp." Etjaye sighed and nodded.

"Do you mind telling me your name?"

Faced with such a gentle smile, the knight decided to give in for a while, not to mention that the priest of light is a caster of light magic, not some evil black mage who can use other people's real names as curses, so he can be called graceful. Knight etiquette: "Et Gaya, no surname."

Without a surname, even in peaceful times, there are many low-level homeless orphans who do not have the luxury of a surname, so the priest showed sympathy in his eyes at the right time, but Etgaya felt that there was still sympathy in that look, sympathy for each other.

"I'm sorry, forgive my temporary lie, I'm not called Asius, I'm Yalan, and for some reason, my previous surname can no longer be used."

The consistent tone of the priest of light made them speak with an aria feeling, but the pleasant tone could not make the knight ignore the shock caused by this sentence. Etjaye even said quite annoyed: "Yalan? A A priest who believes in light actually uses a pseudonym to deceive his savior! Even if you use a pseudonym, you can’t use Asius, which means “Guardian of the Sword”. Brother Knight's pseudonym, I finally accepted it!"

"Then the name Carola Cain belongs to a dark knight leader in history. It is said that he is powerful, mysterious, and extremely brave. He seems to have countless mistresses." Accusation, his attitude made Et Gaya suspicious. Not only did Yalan sound indistinguishable from male to female, it also sounded like an incomplete elf name. Maybe it was a fake name, right?

The luminous sword flickered for a moment, and the two sides fell silent by coincidence, and looked out the already dark windows together—only the windows of sporadic houses still had lights, and they also looked like they would fall asleep at any time, but at the same time, they felt an unusual power Fluctuations, there is something slowly flowing in the air, which is less noticeable than the breeze.

The priest and the knight forgot about the debate about pseudonyms for a moment, and at the same time saw the same look on each other's faces——

"No way, no matter where I go, something will happen to me?" Et Gaya was the first to sigh with emotion.

They rushed out of the room quickly, keeping absolute silence. The paladin on duty in the hall outside had already slept under the table, and the paladin rolled over when they passed by.

Standing on the empty and quiet street, the strange feeling was more obvious, but it was indescribable. Etjaya was holding the hilt of the sword, but there were no enemies around him that could be solved by violence, which made him very upset.Yalan stood beside him, with his eyes closed, releasing pure spiritual power, and after a while he opened those lake-green eyes, and said in disbelief: "There is an energy in the air that is moving very slowly with a certain pattern. , if it wasn’t for the fierce battle we have just experienced, it is very likely that we would not be able to detect such a gentle energy flow in a relaxed state.”

Of course, the priest would not boast, but Et Gaya knew very well that it was because the strength of the two of them belonged to the crushing level here, so he could detect the difference, but he asked: "Don't be fooled, spellcaster, explain! I can only feel There is a strange force flowing, the whole air is full, but I don't know what it is."

Yalan's expression showed that he was very shocked by this, and even doubted his own judgment, but he said truthfully: "It's emotions, magic energy carries emotions, human emotions, it seems that there is a magical energy of unknown origin, slowly Slowly extract a certain emotion of the residents here."

"...Fortunately, I just thought it would be something of the level of vitality." Etjaye said, but did not let go of the hilt of the sword. "According to common sense, positive emotions such as happiness have been sucked away?"

"No." Yalan's expression was more subtle, "This is where I am also puzzled. Those who are sucked away are all negative emotions."

Even the Dark Knight, who has been playing the villain in the bard's mouth all year round, was stunned on the spot, negative emotions?Who's okay to suck that thing up?But this magical energy flow is obviously not a natural product, and there is someone behind it for sure.

"Isn't it possible that there is a kind-hearted mage nearby?" Atgaya wondered, "Sucking away people's emotions, isn't this a very profound magic?"

Generally speaking, mages are not benevolent guys who work hard to arrange magic to help the villagers in the small town live more comfortably?It doesn't sound like a spell caster, like a Madonna attack, the possibility of a normal mage trying to arrange something bad is more likely.

Yalan nodded: "Even I can't continuously and stably extract a certain emotion from an entire area. This requires not only little-known spells, but also a magic circle."

"The kind of magic circle that consumes time, effort and money?" Etjaye let out a haha, really hoping to have an enemy that can be cut with a sword, instead of standing here and reasoning. "Wait, so there is an explanation for the weird atmosphere here, right? Let me just say, how can humans in the normal world be more kind than elves."

Yalan frowned, seeming to agree with this statement.This is an obvious truth, people cannot lack any emotion.

Et Gaya turned around in a circle: "It's really troublesome. The Lich is still jumping around where we can't see it and hasn't been solved. There are unexpected problems on Xiaopo for a while. Your teleportation scroll is really not a fixed-point teleportation. Trouble pile'? Can you trace where these emotions are going, or find the magic circle?"

"Unfortunately." Yalan sighed, "I can't, the flow of magic energy is too slow, it should be a long-term continuous magic, and these sucked emotions must not disappear directly, we still need to care about them What was taken away for?"

The streets in the middle of the night were very peaceful, more peaceful than ordinary wealthy towns. There was such a magic to extract negative energy that continued to operate. Even the drunks on the street hugged each other, and there was no one fighting.

From time to time, people who slept late heard giggles from their homes, and from time to time a neat line of town guards passed by with spears in their hands, with bright smiles and stepping footsteps like the spring breeze. Their armor was simple but polished, and they walked with their heads held high However, it's a pity that their level really can't find Etjaya and Yalan hiding aside.

"None of those guards can fight." Etjaye shook his head contemptuously, "This kind of thing can scare the homeless at best."

They wandered the streets for most of the night, until the sky gradually revealed a light orange from the east. At this time, the priest who had maintained his spiritual perception declared that the flow of magic had slowed down significantly, and even he needed to concentrate to perceive that it was still there. , obviously, like all conspiracies, this one is blindfolded and can only be done quietly in the middle of the night, when people are most relaxed and mostly asleep.

There were dark circles under Etgaya's eyes, which gave him a gloomy and mysterious aura. There were women who got up early in the morning to do housework, and the girl who was carrying water by the well was obviously fascinated. When the handsome knight passed by, he blushed uncomfortably, kept peeking, and dropped the bucket into the well.

Yalan glanced sideways at Et Gaya, raised his eyebrows over there, and the knight obviously understood what the priest meant, and looked back at Yalan with a look like a black cloud overwhelming the city, until he confirmed that Yalan was serious , turned her head and put on a mild face, and walked towards the girl, which made the girl even more flustered, and the rope slipped out of her hand, just in time for Etegaya to run a few steps and grab it.

"Be careful with your bucket, fair lady."

The rope was handed back, but Atgaya did not just let go, but helped her pull the bucket of water up from the deep well, with tender eyes and elegant smiles from time to time, it was obvious that the girl was fascinated at this time.

The girl opened her mouth like a mosquito, with a shy expression on her face: "Thank you." She glanced at Atgaya, and then mustered up her courage to say: "You, you are not a local, I have never seen... no I have seen a nobleman like you."

Several other people by the well were also discussing quietly. From the knight's attire, it was obvious that he was not from the local area. In the castle, there are no civilians who can't recognize those nobles. This one is wearing a black slim-fitting hunting suit, a windbreaker, a long sword with a gold-rimmed black sheath on his waist, and slightly curly long hair of the same color. The eyes are clear blue - girls who have never seen anything in the world can't resist this kind of beauty that is much higher than the average level of men around them.

"Yes, as you can see, I am a knight passing by here, and I have never seen such a peaceful and peaceful city, and such a sweet and lovely girl next door." The knight said affectionately, "I hope I haven't troubled you, presumably there are very few strangers here."

The girl lowered her head, her toes rubbed against the ground, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak. Etgaya sighed deeply in her heart, then smiled, and took out a flower from her pocket—a flower she passed by a yard just now—and handed it to her. To the girl: "I hope you can accept it, even though the beauty of this flower is not one-tenth of yours."

After being praised, the girl blushed even more, took the flower tremblingly, and replied in a low voice after a long while: "Well... that... There are many caravans or mercenary groups coming and going from Xia Lan, but there has never been one as eye-catching as you." , your accent and clothing are completely unlike local or even national people."

Atgaya winked at her: "Miss, you and your hometown are very charming. I think I am definitely not the only foreigner who lingers."

"Hmm... the old manor of Viscount Pulton was sold to a wealthy foreign businessman a few months ago. After that, you are the one who attracted attention, Mr. Knight."

Viscount Pulton's old manor?Foreign businessman?On the surface, Etegaya was surprised: "Is it gone? How come, such a warm city has raised a sweet and lovely you, there should be an endless stream of people coming!"

The girl's face turned into a ripe apple, and she shook her head shyly: "There is no... there is no such an eye-catching master like you."

A spellcaster who can arrange such a profound magic circle will definitely not let himself be so mediocre that no one will know about it. This is the common pride of spellcasters, so there should be no need to know about other small shrimps that have not attracted the attention of the locals. up.

Et Gaya nodded calmly, "So sorry to bother you, good day."

The knight turned his head and walked away, his back was very abrupt. When the shy girl raised her head and said, "My name is Magna, may I invite you to... eh?"

The Cavaliers have gone very unscrupulously far at the moment.

After walking a long distance, Yalan was still laughing at him, which made Etjaya very uncomfortable.

Although he really wanted to guess whether the one who bought the manor was the mage who "kindly" arranged the magic circle, but first he couldn't help but said: "I'm not cheating my feelings, besides, you asked me to do it! Let's change it next time, and you come to find out the information."

"No, no, no, I believe you are more competent in this matter, respected Lord Knight!"

Et Gaya was so full of smoke, the priest was obviously laughing at it, but Et Gaya was also a little puzzled: "What's going on now, I thought you should be more popular when we walk together."

There were more and more people on the street, and it was obvious that Etjaye had received so many eyeballs that he almost took off a layer of his clothes.

Just because a certain manor just happened to be sold with a high profile, it cannot be directly judged that it was done by the buyer, so without any other breakthroughs, they returned to the temple first. The priest who got off work yesterday has started work now, dressed in white Robe, standing in the small auditorium leading the believers in morning prayer.There was a trainee priest standing next to him in the corner, and Etgaya suddenly realized why he was more conspicuous than Yalan—because in the eyes of the uninformed people, the higher the priest's status, the longer the robe should be, and wearing short clothes that only reached the knees, Obviously an apprentice.

Stupid, lustful, and snobbish, Et Gaya commented, why can't we leave that broken magic circle to you, and let you fend for yourself.