Paladin

The friar pointed at the albatross in horror, and blurted out, "Sorcerer!"

"Sethis!" Evan had to stop his behavior in a low voice, lest he say anything to anger the druid.

The albatross uttered a strange cry again, flapped its wings, and looked at the two of them with its head tilted.

The paladin said with some guilt: "I'm sorry, Mr. Druid. This is Cesis, a monk. He has never seen a Druid before, and he lost his composure just now."

Cercis was forced to shut up, but his gaze kept on albatross, as if he would not stop until he saw the trace of a demon on him.

The albatross didn't seem to care about this, it looked at it for a while, and shouted: "I saw, a human priest who is less than 20 years old, and an elf paladin who can't tell the age, hey! Come to my place What are you doing, come to arrest me and go back to judge heresy?"

Before they could answer, the albatross flew up mockingly and hovered over their heads: "Go, go! Elf, I don't think I can beat you, but I can still escape. Don't try to catch me! If you have the ability, follow me!" Fly...fly with me!"

Evan couldn't laugh or cry, and said solemnly again: "Sorry, Mr. Druid, we are here to ask for your help on something very important."

"Oh!... something very important?" Druid couldn't help but stopped curiously when he heard this, and stood on a branch and looked down, "Is there anything that can make the Holy See look high?" Two clergymen at the top come to seek help from a heretic?"

"It's about a curse. Many residents of Emden Town and surrounding fishing villages are under this curse. We urgently need a druid master like you to lift or ease this curse." Evan sincerely He told the druid everything exactly.

After a few minutes, this not-so-long story was finally told.

The albatross landed on the mistletoe at the door again, looking a little confused: "Hmm... wait, you said that these humans are cursed, so you came to find me?"

"Yes, Mr. Druid." When Evan said this, he suddenly realized that he had been calling this Druid like this, which seemed impolite. "Excuse me, are we lucky enough to know your name?"

"Oh, names," said the druid, "you don't have that honor."

Evan: "..."

The albatross hopped on the giant birch, seemingly in deep thought.

The druid master has a rather weird temper, but it seems that he is really thinking about whether to help, which makes Evan hopeful.

After a while, Albatross didn't understand the result yet, but he seemed to suddenly become interested in the monk next to him with a bad face: "Hey, that human over there. Come here and let me see, are you a priest?"

Cesis glanced at Evan helplessly, and took a step forward after receiving Evan's encouraging gaze. He looked up at the talking albatross.

The Druid could see that his face was quite strange, as if he was looking at a devil, and it was an evil, cunning, and dangerous devil—this look Druid had seen from countless priests.

The young monk reminded him of his old days of being chased and banished.

The days of rats crossing the street have continued to this day, and there is no hope of ending it at all.He concealed his name and lived here in isolation for nearly 20 years. Could it be that he wanted to fulfill the virtuous name of this pastor who wanted to burn him to death?

The druid opened his wings to keep his balance—as if an eagle was watching the prey with interest before it preyed on it. He and the young monk looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly said: "You want my help, don't you want me to help you?" question, but I have one condition."

"What conditions?" Evan saw Sethis's helplessness, and took a step forward to ask.

But the druid just stared at the young monk, until Sethis had to ask: "...What is the condition?"

The albatross flapped its wings and let out a strange laugh: "It's very simple, monk, apologize to me on behalf of the Holy See."

Suddenly there was a little silence around, and the Druid said with deep meaning: "Apologize to me, monk, I only need a few words from you to lift the curse. The curse is not difficult for me, you know? But I I just want to hear people from the Holy See admit their mistakes, admit that your persecution of heretics is improper—"

Sethis blurted out his refusal, "No, that was a just act, not a mistake."

The druid laughed again, and said pressingly, "What about the curse? Do those humans just leave it alone? The priest, and you—the paladin, if there is no such curse, you probably won't be able to do it for the rest of your life." Would you think of asking for a druid?"

"No, Mr. Druid." Evan said helplessly, "I never thought about it this way. Druids are also respectable spellcasters. Differences in beliefs cannot be used as the basis for distinguishing good from evil..."

"Well said! I like you a little bit, Elf." Druid said after pondering for a while, "But I thought about it again, what if I refuse to help those residents? Do you think I'm hopelessly evil? Medicine?"

The paladin took a deep breath, at this moment he had the illusion that he was talking to the kid, but in the end he just shook his head and smiled wryly: "We hope you can help those innocent people, but this is not an obligation imposed on you , Mr. Druid. If you can lend a helping hand, we will appreciate your righteous deed; if you don’t, I can understand your neutral position or other concerns, and I will never frame you as evil.”

"That's great, elf, how many years have you lived? It's been a long time since I saw such a good word. If you weren't so beautiful, we might be friends!" Druid laughed after finishing speaking.

An albatross looks so weird with its head up and laughing.

What's even weirder is that when he laughed halfway, he suddenly became angry again: "Then why do you want to be a paladin, elf! Can't you just believe in your moon god? I hate people in the Holy See the most!"

Then he suddenly thought of Sethis again: "That stinky priest over there, have you thought about it? If you are willing to say 'I'm sorry, Grandpa Druid, it's all the fault of our Holy See. The moon god is a loving god, and the way of nature also has its essence...', or say a few more words, maybe I will forgive the Holy See!"

They all looked at Cesis, and the young pastor of the Church of the Holy Light had been standing there for a long, long time.

None of these conversations could reach his ears.

Sethis stared at the druid who had turned into an albatross.

There was anger, disappointment, and an indescribable pride in his eyes—as if he had finally found an opportunity to fulfill his promise and protect his beliefs. In the silence, he said loudly: "The mistake is You, heathen! God the Father is the only god in the world. The so-called moon god you worship and pursue is a mirror image, and the natural way you believe in is something spread by the devil to confuse people! But you are complacent and don’t know how to repent ——

"Aren't you sober? Heretics, this truth is as obvious as the sun in the sky. Why don't you look up and save yourself? The magnanimous and merciful Father God always opens His arms and forgives his sincerity. Repentant people, can't you see it?"

There was a sudden silence in the birch forest, and Evan shouted in a low voice: "Sethis!"

The monk's face was flushed with excitement, he opened his arms suddenly, and shouted frantically, "Our... Father in heaven!"

"Father, you big-headed ghost!" The Druid yelled angrily, "Aside from preaching and brainwashing on other people's sites, you group of clergymen only persecute others!"

Giant albatrosses flapped their wings and soared into the sky, hovering above the towering birch canopy.The chirping of birds carried through the sky, and then a wind suddenly blew in the birch forest.

The albatross flapped its half-meter-long wings, and the anger made his voice sound more like a howling wind: "Get out of my place—"

The flat ground gust roared in this birch forest in an instant, flying sand and rocks in an instant, and the branches and leaves danced wildly. The storm threatened to blow Cesis directly.

Evan grabbed the monk in a matter of seconds, and the two hid behind a birch tree. The strong wind was still blowing in their faces, bringing flying leaves and dust to their faces, making it difficult to even open their eyes.

Evan barely stood still on the ground, feeling that he was about to fly into the air with Cesis, and stones kept hitting him, his eyes were almost dark, only the sound of the wind filled his eardrums.

The gust of wind lasted for several minutes, and just a second before Evan decided to retreat, the druid suddenly folded his wings and stopped on the canopy.

The wind stopped without warning, only the birch trees here were still shaking.

The paladin breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Cesis behind him had already passed out, and two bloodstains were drawn on his face by something unknown.Evan checked his vitals and treated him for the minor injuries.

As soon as he took a breath, Evan heard the albatross flapping its wings, flew to a birch tree, and said distressedly: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't pay attention at once, the wind is too strong."

Evan looked back and saw the albatross folded its wings and stopped on the ground, looking at a young sapling that had just been planted—it was crooked, and its fragile root system was exposed by the strong wind, and it was almost about to leave the soil.

The Druid stopped next to the small tree, jumped around it twice, and whispered in frustration: "It's all the church's fault... I haven't been so angry for many years. Baby, wait a minute, I This resets you."

Evan stood there hesitantly, thinking in his heart: He has too much affection for this forest, he likes and sympathizes with these creatures... Is it possible to arouse his sympathy for human beings?How can I convince him?

But before he could come up with a solution, the Druid, who had his back turned to him, had already made up his mind, suppressed his anger, and said almost growling: "Go away, Elf, for the sake of what you said is not bad. I will not save those human beings, human beings are like a kind of vermin to me - they have taken so much from nature, and they continue to harm these innocent creatures. Now human beings are fighting among themselves? It’s good news for the forest! I advise you, elves, don’t meddle in human affairs, as long as they don’t exist, this continent will recover quickly...Let them kill each other, I didn’t That duty is to help humans deal with internal strife!"