Paladin

After a quarter of an hour, Hewitt resettled Tim and walked out.

When he came out, the two sleeves of the black monk's robe were rolled up high, and the exposed hands were dripping with blood, and they seemed to be holding something in their palms.

Rose was so frightened that she couldn't even scream, she almost crawled over to check on her younger brother.However, when he opened Tim's shirt, he didn't find any wounds on the little boy's body.

Hewitt ignored the terrified little girl and washed his hands in the bucket next to him. The dark red blood was hard to clean off, but now was not the time to care about it.

The mage squeezed a black crystal between his fingers and looked at it.

Evan also frowned and stared at it for a while, but couldn't see anything: "What is this? Does the curse come from this thing?"

"No, it's a crystal in Tim's body. I thought Tim was cursed because he ate it by mistake, but now it doesn't seem to be the case. This is the crystal that was automatically generated in Tim's body after he was cursed." Xiu After Yit finished speaking, he took out a very small knife from his belt and scratched the crystal, but only broke the black dirt on its surface, leaving the dark brown substance inside intact.

Hewitt glanced at Evan, who nodded knowingly.

The paladin immediately took off the double phoenix blades behind him, and put the blades on top of the mage's outstretched right hand.

The mage glanced at the sword edge in front of his eyes, and subconsciously felt the pressure—the pressure undoubtedly came from being pointed at by a strong man's blade.Hewitt whispered: "This is not the first time I have been pointed at by a paladin with a sword, but it is the first time that I have not resisted at all."

Evan smiled slightly and said gently: "Trust me, I won't hurt you."

The paladin held the big sword in one hand, and lightly pressed the other hand on the blade. He gently placed the double phoenix blades on the hard black amber, and then his eyes narrowed.

Hewitt didn't see any of his movements, and only heard a click, and the black crystals split; the phoenix double blades didn't seem to move at all, and were immediately retracted into their sheaths by the paladin.

The mage guessed in his heart: Is it a vibration?

He carefully observed the cracked crystals, the cross-section was processed neatly and extremely flat, with amber lines inside, and observing it under the sunlight, the mage sensed the flow of life force from inside.

"This is Amber..."

"Shards of amber?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Hewitt immediately figured out the pass, and said, "Grey the Grey, damn it. Damn it... After the amber shattered, he cursed these things, and scattered them out by some means..."

Evan didn't have time to worry about why he knew about the amber, and said: "I'm afraid it's food. People who get amber mix amber with food, and it may be eaten by the fish nearby, and the fishermen eat the cursed fish by mistake. . . . Bad! Those fishermen!"

Now that I think about it, the people making trouble in the square are probably fishermen who are in the same situation as Rose and Tim.

"Wait, it's useless if you go now, those who should be cursed have already been cursed," Hewitt put the amber back into the mystery pocket, and said with a frown, "I can't solve this curse now, the structure of ancient amber is too complicated Now, the curse attached to it can only be resolved through the source of the curse or directly destroyed."

"Is it useless to take out this crystal?" Evan asked.

Hewitt shook his head: "New crystals will be formed in his body soon. The curse is constantly absorbing his vitality. After forming this amber crystal, it will resonate with the core of the amber and transmit the life force back. Extreme hunger Thirst and desire to eat are just a manifestation of lack of energy; when the vitality in the human body is lacking to a certain extent, they will lose consciousness, and if they are cursed to the point of death, they may be transformed into half-dead creatures."

Evan frowned and said: "We can't wait any longer, we must inform those fishermen. I don't know how many fish are cursed... At least we can't let the curse continue to spread. You are here to study the way to lift the curse. Go and inform them."

"No, wait," Hewitt stopped the paladin, and calmly analyzed, "There are too many fishing villages, this is a seaside area, what are you going to do alone? I'll go back and find a way to notify the monks in the church. You Go to the baron's mansion and ask him to immediately ban eating and selling meat in the name of the lord, if he doesn't want you to bully others, at this time only the name of the paladin can convince the public."

Evan hesitated for only two seconds before nodding in agreement with the plan: "...well, bullying...I can only try."

The two act separately.

When Evan crossed the street and walked quickly towards the Baron's castle, he suddenly heard an exasperated shout from the side.

"You shameless thing, stop quickly! Stop! Those are the grapes I brought back from Moa City! One is worth two copper coins! Don't eat it! You bastard!"

Evan paused, only to see a person prostrate on the ground on one side of the fruit stand, greedily stuffing grapes scattered on the ground into his mouth, his back arched, and the clothes on his body were swollen due to swelling .

The peddler at the fruit stand kept beating him on the back with a bamboo pole, sweating profusely, but it didn't have the effect of driving him away at all.

Evan moved extremely fast, and at the same time as he took two steps, he had already hit the man's neck with a knife. After turning him over, he observed his face, and it turned black.

"Ah, honorable lord, thank you for lending a helping hand." The fruit merchant was very grateful, and while he was busy picking up the scattered grapes and stuffing them back to his booth, he couldn't help but kicked the grapes that had passed out. The person kicked, "Damn thief, robber! Country bumpkin, stinky salted fish who has never seen the world..."

Evan helped the fisherman who was knocked out by himself, let him lean on a safe position for the time being, stood up and said, "Close the stall, sir, something may happen here."

Evan walked into the baron's mansion in a hurry, only to see four guards standing at the door—they were wearing a decent set of chain armor, with a long ax as tall as a man in their hands, guarding the door expressionlessly.

The baron's small castle is actually a three-story stone villa, but it can already be called a magnificent "castle" for this small town.The baron surnamed Oort was good at financial management. He was originally a small official who recorded wealth for a marquis. Later, he was praised by the marquis and granted him the title of a prince. He was awarded this fiefdom.

It can be seen that he is indeed very good at making money. The 120-man guard he pulled out belongs to the lord's private army. Not only can he not enjoy state subsidies, but he has to pay taxes on the head; Spare no effort to equip this team with decent armor and weapons.

The captain of the guard was named Corbett. After hearing about Evan's intentions, he said in embarrassment: "Your Excellency, Baron Alter is not in the mansion now. He and his wife are going to visit the bishop in Moa City. It is expected to be half a month. Will come back later."

Evan said: "Is there no one else in the house who can issue orders? This matter is very important. We must contain the curse as small as possible. If there are still people who traffic fish and meat to other places The city . . . is going to be a disaster."

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Paladin, except for the lord, no one has the right to issue such an order." Corbett was talking here.

Suddenly a guard beside him said worriedly: "I'm sorry, my lord, my parents are still fishing in their hometown, I'm worried...I'm worried that they may also be cursed, I want to ask for leave."

Corbett looked back, only to see a few guards who heard the conversation couldn't help coming up. They were all men recruited by the Baron from a nearby village. Most of their families were still farming and fishing. After hearing about the curse, he had no intention of staying at his post at all.

Evan stepped forward, raised his hands soothingly, and said, "Please don't worry, we have notified the monks of the church, and now we are going to the villages to inform everyone. I am here to hope that someone can stop the spread of the curse." , and arranging shelter and food for the people who may come here in the future ... they are in urgent need of these things."

Several guards hurriedly asked him about the situation, and because of worry and urgency, they put all the weapons in their hands aside.

Corbett stood outside the crowd, punishing the guards severely in his role, but he couldn't move for some reason.He accepted the baron's employment and trained him a guard team in this small town that could barely be regarded as an army, but he knew that such a simple and remote town would be peaceful and peaceful for a lifetime if nothing happened.

Until now, the accident happened.

The huge bronze bell in the center of the town was rang, and everyone heard the sound, and they looked up.

The soldiers, their captain, Evan, and Hewitt, who was far away in the market, all looked towards the horizon, where a black cloud was looming.

The paladin immediately tore off the black monk's robe that hindered his movement, jumped onto the nearby farmhouse, and observed the black cloud with his sharp emerald-colored elf eyes.

All the soldiers looked at him and even forgot to ask their commander for instructions.They saw the white-gold long cloak hunting and flipping, and they landed lightly on the roof like a sensitive bird, and then heard Evan say in a deep voice: "It's a group of cave bats, they are not passing here, they are flying here .all take up your swords and prepare for battle."

Corbett suddenly felt his heart beating violently in his chest. He reached out and grabbed the long sword stuck in his belt. When his fingers touched the rough lines on the hilt, he suddenly thought: Now is the time.If ever it was possible for my soldiers to draw their swords anywhere but the training ground, rather than wait to be disarmed and pass the sword and armor on to the next young man, it is now; if it was possible for these boys If you don't stand in this position until you die of old age, guard until your gray hair is sent home, and then spend the rest of your life in poverty, that is now—a soldier deserves to die on the battlefield!I didn't train them to stand here and be admired by others...