Paladin

Cesis woke up in a jolt, only feeling that his bones were weakening, and his ears were buzzing continuously, and he managed to find his balance in the spinning world.

Evan carried him on his back and walked through the jungle.

When the monk woke up, the paladin immediately noticed his moaning and asked, "Are you feeling all right, Cesis?"

Cesis managed to regain his composure and said, "I'm sorry...I...I'm fine."

With his back on his back, Evan walked as steadily as possible, and said, "We'll be there soon. Take a good rest when you get back."

The monk was silent for a long time, leaning on the paladin's back, feeling the breath of the other party, he felt a sense of security being protected by an omnipotent powerhouse.

Then, he recalled what happened before he fell into a coma.

The druid must have rejected their request in the end, so Evan had no choice but to take him back with him.

After Cesis calmed down, various thoughts kept pouring out of his mind, and he even felt shaken and guilty. After thinking for a long time, he finally couldn't help but whispered in Evan's ear: "I'm sorry, Lord Paladin..."

Evan replied gently: "Why do you apologize?"

"I... screwed up your plan." Sethis said dejectedly, "Maybe that druid could have come to lift the curse, it was me... I ruined everything, I killed them. "

"Sethis," Evan sighed silently, "if you did it all over again, would you do what the druid said? Do you regret what you did before?"

Cesis was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I...I won't. Your Excellency Paladin, what is wrong is wrong. I have no way to turn right and wrong into black and white, and I have no way to lie."

They were quiet for a long time, Evan's back was stable and strong, and he carried the monk on his back, walking in the dense jungle.

Because he was supporting Sethis behind him with his hands, Evan couldn't clear the road, and the overgrown branches of the trees drew two black marks on his face.

He never blamed or complained about Cecis, but the latter suddenly choked up.

Sethis asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency Paladin, are you disappointed in me?"

"Cercis, you stand by your beliefs, and I will never reproach you for this. Perhaps for others, life is more important than faith; for you, it is the opposite. If there is a difference in the choice between you , that's just a difference in your ideas and ways of life - no one is wrong. You gave up the hope of lifting the curse for your beliefs, which is just a futile choice, because the matter is more important than the other. There has been no conclusion since the ages, and there won't be any in the future."

Evan's tone was soft but forceful, and he said, "You ask me if I'm disappointed in you? Yes, Cecis, I'm disappointed."

The monk's heart sank suddenly. Although he was faintly aware of it when he asked this question, the answer he got still made him miserable - the negation from the revered strong man made him choke his throat .

Evan sighed softly, feeling the frustration and confusion of Cesis, and continued in a low voice: "Cecsis, you are too stubborn to change others. When you meet someone who is different or conflicts with you When you believe in it, you should not belittle this belief. It is a ridiculous thing for a person who believes in the God of Light to judge the right or wrong of a follower of the way of nature."

"Should I lie?" Sethis asked with a sob, "Your Excellency Paladin, should I ignore the facts and lie that the moon god really exists and that God the Father is not the only god?"

"Sethis, we are just mortals, and we have no way of knowing whether the gods exist or not. But what I want to tell you is not whether beliefs are right or wrong, but that you must respect other people's beliefs." Evan said, "We are all just It’s just a mortal. In this life, everyone may stick to special ideas, do things that are different from the mainstream, and have some niche hobbies that others cannot understand... But that hasn’t hurt others, it’s not wrong, Cecis. When you see someone who is different, respect his ideas and respect his right to be different."

The paladin's words seemed to contradict the teachings the monk had learned since he was a child, but they broke into Sethis's mind like a bolt of lightning... He even knew instinctively that what he said was right, this is justice thing.

Cesis gasped in pain for a moment and struggled: "But...if you respect such a heretic...he will continue to use sorcery and lead the people astray..."

"But he didn't." Evan said, "This druid's way of nature has never harmed anyone, has it? The mage's way of arcane art itself has no harm, right? Even if there is such a mage, Curses are spread, but there are wicked people in every crowd... We can't judge the whole system wrong because of one or two mistakes. These beliefs are different, but they don't in themselves abet and lead people to sin. "

"I don't understand... I... Lord Paladin." Sethis murmured in confusion.There was a fog in his heart, and the once bright road seemed to suddenly become an unattainable illusion.

— Am I wrong?Is the doctrine of judging heretics wrong?Do these heretics... really have the right to choose a different belief?

"We're here." Evan exhaled, and walked back to the town with Sethis on his back.

The town had just experienced a fire, and the air still seemed to be filled with fly ash.This is especially impressive after coming out of the supremely fresh atmosphere of the birch woods.

The birch forest where druids are comfortable and comfortable, and this small town where humans are, seem to be two distinct worlds.

Human groans, complaints, and pained voices praying to the gods can be heard here. These voices converged into a torrent of depression and depression. Even Evan couldn't help but sink in his heart.

Cesis thought bitterly: I would have had a chance...to save these people.I want to save them, why don't I have the power... What can I do to save them?

Evan took Cecis back to the church, and they saw many people carrying things on the way.

People greeted Evan one after another, and Evan learned that they were preparing to move out... Corbett asked them to be ready before evening, and everyone went to the provincial capital Moa together.

After Evan hurried into the church and settled the confused monks, Hewitt immediately stopped him.

"What's going on, so anxious all of a sudden?" Evan asked.

"Meat and fish cannot be eaten, our drinking water and food reserves are seriously short, and our manpower is also somewhat insufficient. Corbett has no way to transport enough food back from Moa in a short time, so we must take everyone on the road. Huiter frowned slightly and asked, "Where did you go? Why didn't you inform me?"

Evan sighed, before he had time to sit down, poured a glass of cold water and drank it, and explained everything to Hewitt.

After hearing this, the mage expressed dissatisfaction: "Go to the druid, and you actually brought a monk from the Holy See? You are asking for your own death."

Evan said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this either. Cesis should just want to help, but that Druid doesn't seem to have much affection for humans. It seems that there is not much hope of asking him to help. .”

Hewitt pondered: "Since this is the case, the only hope left is to find the gray robe Gray and find a way to start with him to break the curse."

"We can leave right away... We have delayed this afternoon again. If we postpone it any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late." Evan asked after thinking for a moment, "Albert needs to lead them to Moa City. I'm afraid the others We are inexperienced and the danger is too great, so we just went to Gray Robe Gray, is there any problem?"

"I have fought Gray in Gray, and his arcane skills are similar to mine, maybe a little more, but after he was transformed into a half-undead creature, he gained some of the magic characteristics of a lich...I have no way to confirm this, There is too little information about liches," said Hewitt.

"What about me?" Evan thought for a while, and he knew very little about today's liches, so he started from his past experience, "Many years ago, I fought against seven or eight liches. Extra undead creatures—for example, with the help of bone dragons, I am 100% sure that I can defeat a lich whose transformation time has been less than [-] years, but if it is completely killed, it must be assisted by a mage..."

"That's enough. I'm sure to find Gray's phylactery." Hewitt thought to himself: According to the speaking habits of this group of paladins, the so-called [-]% certainty means [-]% certainty.

The hearts of both of them were relieved, and they felt a sense of security being supported by strong teammates.

One more thing the mage noticed: he had killed seven or eight liches... seven or eight!Could it be that he killed the lich one by one? !Does many years ago mean thousands of years ago?All the liches born in the past 500 years should add up to less than seven or eight...

——So how old is this paladin in front of him?

Evan immediately started packing his things.

Hewitt was distracted for a while, then quickly recovered, and then said: "As for the battle, I believe in your strength. But there is another problem before us. To enter Gray's Cave, we must pass through a hidden reef. Fisherman only Rose's father Connor can - but you should know Connor's injury."

Evan just paused when he heard the words, and sighed helplessly: "There is no way, this matter is too dangerous, we'd better not involve these civilians. It's really impossible...I can swim over."

Hewitt couldn't help but said: "How long and how far do you plan to swim?...I can't do this."

The paladin also found it ridiculous, and couldn't help but joked, "You can't swim? Why don't I carry you on my back too."

Hewitt: "...that's not funny."

Evan raised his hands in surrender and said, "I didn't laugh, I really didn't. We'll visit Connor after we get to the place and find a way to heal him. There will always be a way."

The author has something to say: Evan: If you add the dungeons I downloaded...it can be counted as three dozen liches.

Hewitt: You mean hit three times?

Evan: No, I mean... twelve of a dozen.

Hewitt: ……………