Paladin

The words are divided into two parts.

On the way to treat the wounded with Cesis, Evan accidentally got new information.

One of the wounded said, "Your Excellency Paladin, I don't know whether I should report this matter to you... I know that there is a druid living in the birch forest to the north."

— Druid? !

At this critical juncture, a druid who can cast spells to lift the curse is a surprise, and Evan is almost overjoyed.

His first thought was: Tim!The child was about to give up.Even if Druid can't lift the curse, at least it can delay him for some time!

"Of course, this is good news. Do you know the specific location of this druid?" Evan asked.

The wounded recalled it for a long time, and said intermittently: "Birch forest, yes...go out from the north, and after passing through the berry bushes, there will be a trail stepped by hunters... that road is too old and difficult to find. There is It's a ranger's hut, but it's not inhabited either... After passing the hut, you can see the birch forest, which is very eye-catching, because... well, the birch trees are all young plants."

"I remembered that the original birch forest in Emden was cut down because the baron liked birch furniture." Someone next to him interjected, "I heard that there is a pagan living in the forest... Maybe it is that one. Druid, he has lived here by himself for more than ten years, and he planted all the birch trees by himself."

It is indeed possible.

Druids follow the way of nature. They can use druid spells to transform their shapes into bears, leopards, birds, etc., and live in the forest all year round. In addition, they are very good at dealing with animals, and they are also very good at dealing with animals. I have a lot of experience in cultivating plants.

The Druid's teachings are usually close to nature, and the task their apprentices receive before they leave the teacher is often to cultivate a forest in the desert or swamp.

Evan carefully memorized the route they said, as well as the description of the birch forest. Just as he was about to ask more questions, he saw the monk Sersis beside him frowning tightly.

"There is a druid living here all year round?" Sethis asked displeasedly, "Why has no one reported it to the Holy See? All clues related to heresy must be reported in time. A druid here has such a big Movement, you turned a blind eye..."

The wounded stopped talking immediately, looked at each other in embarrassment, and dared not continue talking.

Evan had to stop Cesis and said: "Wait, Cesis, now is not the time to pester this. If there is a druid here, he will probably have a spell to lift the curse. Maybe we should visit him first ..."

"Lord Paladin!" the young monk said angrily, uncharacteristically, "how can we turn to a heretic? You must know that the curse here obviously comes from an evil heretic. If you find a non-ring mage, then it is obviously this druid! I have been here for nearly a year, and no one has ever reported this to me!"

The people who faced him had expressions of shame on their faces, speechless.

The monk was furious, and said bitterly: "Father God! Look at these wounded! If these heretics had been eradicated earlier, how could there be the current disaster?! These curses, bat swarms, this fire... everything It was born of evil sorcery!"

The paladin took a deep breath, and didn't know how to refute Sethis for a while, and said after a while: "Wait, Sethis. The curse should come from that mage—Gray in Grey, and has nothing to do with this druid." .He has been here for more than ten years, only planting birch, and it seems that he has not had any conflicts or contact with the residents here-you should calm down first."

Facing Evan's gentle but majestic face, Cesis suppressed his anger and sadness for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, Lord Paladin. Father God, I lost my composure just now... I shouldn't have spoken loudly to you Speak, please forgive my faux pas."

One by one he bowed and apologized to the wounded, who scrambled to help him.

But he still didn't think asking a druid for help would be a good idea.

Evan saw the monk's stubbornness for the first time, and couldn't help but feel a little bit overwhelmed. While continuing to take care of the wounded, he tried to persuade: "Think about these cursed people, Cesis. We really need someone who can lift or The druid who relieved the symptoms..."

"How can we compromise with the devil because of this?" Sethis whispered, "Your Excellency Paladin, to make a deal with another devil for the curse of one devil, this is... this is to submit to evil and blaspheme the light thing!"

His words made those around him gasp and were extremely shocked.

But Evan shook his head helplessly: "Sethis...we have nowhere to go. If we don't make a deal with another demon, I'm afraid that many people will not be able to support us to destroy the source of the curse. Cesis, do you remember to mention Hum? He's too weak, and I'm afraid he'll be..."

"Is there only this little time?" Cesis sighed movingly, and made a sign of the cross on his chest.

Evan said in a low voice: "Sethis, if you make a deal with the devil, you can save these lives. You may firmly disagree, but I have decided to do it..."

"Lord Paladin!" Sethis called.

Evan shook his head and smiled wryly, thinking: We are asking this druid now, hoping that he can save these people, but you treat it as if you want to make a deal with the devil... What's going on!

The paladin continued: "You don't have to follow, Cesis, I will go to that druid right away. If it is really a deal with the devil, then I will bear the consequences and sins alone; even if the Holy See asks for the crime afterwards , you are just powerless to stop me."

Cesis hesitated to speak, and Evan said: "Okay, this is the end of the topic. Cecis, turn around—his wound is about to burst."

The monk quickly took a roll of bandages, turned around and continued to treat the wounds of the wounded.

When the monk turned around again, the figure of the paladin had disappeared alone at the church door.

When Hewitt arrived at the church, he missed it, and Evan happened to leave here.

The paladin walked through the north gate of the town according to the route given by the wounded, and was entering a bush.The berries here have been picked by the residents before they ripen, and you can only see the green and astringent fruit remnants when you walk a little inside.

There were too many heavy things in Evan's heart, so he quickened his pace through the messy woods, and found the ranger's hut.

The hut was already full of dust, and there was a nest of white pigeons living on the window edge. After being disturbed by Evan, they flapped their wings and flew out.

Evan stood on the roof of the ranger's hut and found that there was indeed a gazebo built on it, leading to the canopy of the tree.The blood elf inspected the wooden gazebo, and then climbed up sensitively.

From the observation deck, he gazed into the distance, and saw not far from this forest area, a piece of white birch appeared from sparse to dense.

These birches are still young, and some have not had time to flourish, standing together like young lads.The distance between them is just right, quietly bathing in the sun, as if what happened in the nearby town doesn't affect them at all.

The valley was undulating, and Evan stood on the gazebo, as if standing on top of the canopy, seeing the greenery stretching under his feet.

The white dove, startled by him, flew across the green, its neat wings lightly passing over the top of the swaying tree crown.

When the breeze blows through this peaceful valley, the birch trees rise and fall one after another, shaking their branches and leaves to greet each other.

In an instant, a green sea was undulating, and the magnificent tide stretched from the feet to the sky, layer upon layer, sometimes rustling, and sometimes stopping poetically.

This birch forest was planted by Druid alone, day and night, for more than ten years.

Evan left the ranger's hut, stepped into the birch forest, and saw a small tree house not far away.

The tree house is formed from the coils of a mature silver birch tree, which stands out from a forest of young birch trees.

The trunk of this tree was separated, exposing two door openings, and it became the prototype of a simple house; but compared with it, the shape is more like the root system began to grow two meters above the ground, and the thick roots wrapped around the house. A small piece of space.

The doorway was hung by green mistletoe plants, and it was impossible to see what was inside.Mistletoe is a sacred object of Druids, and Evan pays tribute to it.

The paladin bowed towards the door and asked, "Excuse me, is there a Mr. Druid living here? My name is Evan Paladin, and I come here to seek your help. I beg you to meet me."

When the voice fell, the tree house was as quiet as ever.

In the birch forest, birds are singing, and the sound of leaves rubbing against each other is like the tide of the sea.

They are mysterious and distant, like ancient creatures whispering to each other.

Evan didn't wait for the druid's voice, but suddenly heard something behind him.

When he looked back, he saw the monk Cesis walking out of the woods in a panic, and the monk's robe had been cut in several places by the branches.

"Sethis, why..." The paladin was slightly surprised.

Cesis let out a long breath, walked to Evan, his face flushed slightly, and looked at him: "Even if you have to bear the sin, you should not bear it alone."

Evan smiled helplessly, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly saw an albatross flying down from the canopy.

It spread its slender wings very leisurely, and perched on the door of the tree house, making the mistletoe sway gently.

Evan's eyes stopped slightly following the albatross.

Sethis was saying, "Your Excellency Paladin, have you found that druid?"

"Shh..." Evan raised his hand to signal him not to continue.

Then, the paladin bowed and saluted, and said politely: "Good day, Mr. Druid, may the light of the moon god accompany you."

The albatross tilted its head to look at them, and after arranging its feathers, it let out a strange squawk.

Then, under the terrified eyes of Sethis, the albatross suddenly spoke out.

He shouted: "Elf! All my pigeons like you, but they think I'm ugly! I don't want to see you, go away!"