Paladin

The Moa Grand Court was in chaos, the auditorium was full of voices, and the judges on the high platform were already trembling and hiding behind the long table.

The guards had the courage to control the field, and it seemed that they had enough courage when they lined up together. Someone shouted: "Drop your weapons!"

The few people in the center of the venue turned a deaf ear.

Someone came to dissuade Kyle Spencer, took his hand and tried to take him out; but the latter broke free and looked at Evan persistently.

Strong shock and an inexplicable fear made him stand still, unable to move. He looked at the emerald eyes of the paladin, and the bewildered look in those eyes.

Kyle looked at Evan's face—even though it was obviously disguised, it was five points similar to the sculpture's face—Kyle asked again: "Who are you...?"

Evan stood there, hesitating for a moment; then, prompted by an inexplicable emotion, he turned his head to look at Hewitt.

And Hewitt said calmly and meaningfully: "Evan, your identity will be exposed one day. From the moment you wake up and set foot on this land, you are destined not to remain anonymous. But... Everything is still up to you."

"Hewitt, I have a lot of things to do." Evan whispered, "I need a certain status, arrange for refugees from Emden, arrange for nuns who were victimized like Ann, and I also want to... find my past Comrades. I need to return to my position, and that position is in this Holy See—but that does not mean that I will be your enemy..."

"I understand. Evan, go, the place belongs to you." Hewitt said lightly.

The mage opened his hand silently, watching as the magic on Evan's face gradually faded, and he changed from an ordinary human being with outstanding appearance to an elf paladin who was dressed in light.

Looking at his figure, the mage suddenly thought in his heart: He is originally a person of this bright world, but I can only hide in the dark night, we just met in this fleeting dusk... that's all.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Evan walked over again.

The spears of the soldiers surrounded him, and Evan stretched out his hand and gently pushed aside the tip of the spear, looking around him.

"If you're talking about Evan Paladin, a paladin who walked out of the Land of Starfall 1 years ago," Evan looked at Kyle Spencer again, and said lightly, "He has no descendants, nor Knowing what he is, the 'Sage of the Dawn', who has been asleep for 1 years and now has nothing, returns with a sword. Here he stands."

The archbishop's breath gradually became quicker, and a strong premonition prompted him to ask something, but he couldn't say a word.

Evan looked directly into his eyes, and said after a long time: "I will not take away any titles and reputations that do not belong to me; and the glory that I and my comrades have worked hard for... I deserve it!"

"—I am Evan Palatine, the first Grand Master of the Knights Templar."

There was complete silence.

After a while, the sound of the spear falling to the ground was heard continuously.

Strong shock was expressed on everyone's face, and the thousands of spectator seats surrounding the center of the courtroom were silent at the moment.

It has been 1 years, and all the legends have been silent in the long river of history. The long-lived elves have been replaced for several generations. How many wars have been fought between the Holy See and the mages, and the dragons and Titans in ancient legends have long since disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps the high elves with pure bloodlines in ancient times could indeed live so long and still exist today, but... Will the saints from 1 years ago reappear in this era?

And should they be questioned, should they be held accountable?

But the paladin standing there was like an emissary in the morning light.His strength is unquestionable, and his appearance is the same as in the legend... If even he cannot be the Saint of Dawn, then who else in the world can be?

After a long, long time, someone suddenly raised his hand in silence——

Colin Hugo, the Inspector General of the Holy City of the Knights Templar, put his right hand on his chest, and suddenly performed a courtesy to meet the grand master.

……

is the day.

The Diocese of Sebilon sent an urgent letter that must be heard by the Pope himself, and the bell of pious heart, which had been silent for decades, rang 24 times, summoning all the clergy in the mission area.

In the cathedral, the lights are kept on all night, and the voices of people are like the tide.

Countless people came out and came in one after another, holding countless classics and materials related to the ancient catastrophe and the ten saints.

Cardinal Lawson's death even seemed insignificant. He only covered his body with a white cloth and stopped temporarily outside the mission area.Although the pope's decree has not yet been issued, he has stripped off his identity as a cardinal, and he is no longer qualified to step into the kingdom of God—whether he is alive or dead.

The trial of Colin Hugo, the Inspector General of the Holy City, was not completed, and he was once again taken to Moa Prison.

Ann, an ascetic nun who was murdered in court, was also sentenced to temporary detention pending another trial to determine her fate in days or months.

The son of Lawson and the female mage, the monk Cesis, was immediately sent back to the residence by Evan and Hewitt because of the wound burst and bleeding. No one dared to stop them, and no one thought they had this ability.

Cecis' situation seemed too critical, and Evan couldn't care about others for the time being.

Before leaving, Archbishop Kyle said: "I will try my best to keep Hugo and this nun. Evan...no, Lord Paladin, you...will you come back?"

"I still have unfinished business here." Evan replied.

……

Hugo was sent back to prison, seemingly because everyone was shocked and no one remembered to change him back into the heavy chains.Hugo was simply handcuffed back to the cell, and not long after, he heard someone approaching the fence again.

It was Archbishop Kyle Spencer.

Hugo let out a weary sigh, as if he had relaxed a little because of the arrival of his friends.

"Colin, why don't you justify yourself? Are you drugged by them, or do you have other secrets?" Kyle asked worriedly.

Hugo smiled bitterly, turned his head away, and opened his mouth to let Kyle see inside.

His tongue had been cut by them, and now it had forks like a snake.

When Kyle saw this scene, he couldn't make a sound for a while, and said in disbelief: "They actually did such a thing to you?!"

The snake is one of the most evil things that the Illuminati believe, and it is the incarnation of the devil in the world.The bifurcation of the snake letter is considered to be split by the God of Light to punish the devil for his eloquent tongue and tricks on people's hearts.

Hugo's tongue was cut off, no matter what the reason was, once he spoke in court, he would be regarded as the voice of the devil!It is impossible to be trusted again, let alone defend yourself.

Kyle took a deep breath and said with hidden anger and worry: "Colin, you wait two more days, they have no evidence, and Lawson is dead, so the trial can only be aborted. I will ask Archbishop Sullivan, His magic is one of the best in Moa, and he will definitely be able to save you."

Hugo coughed hoarsely twice, tried to move his tongue, and said vaguely: "Kyle...letter...recover my letter..."

Kyle tried his best to stick closer, and finally heard his words clearly.

Hugo said: "I just sent a letter to the Holy Capital not long ago, requesting to verify Evan's identity, and his power ring was printed on the letter... you cough cough cough for me... recover it and change it to expedited, It’s best to reply within a week... Cough! Cough cough cough, if Evan’s identity is confirmed, it will be much easier for you to do things.”

He gasped for a while, and then ordered: "Sister... Ann... Over there, Kyle, go and see her for me."

Kyle nodded and said: "I understand, Colin, you take a rest first, and I will take care of these things."

Not long after, Kyle walked out of Hugo's cell and walked towards Ann's holding place.

After turning several corners here, Kyle was sure that Hugo could no longer hear the movement, so he finally sighed and closed his eyes.

He told the guarding soldiers, "Go out for a while."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and after being ordered by Kyle again as the archbishop, they finally left due to the situation.

When Kyle came outside Ann's cell, he saw that the nun was still wearing the blood-stained, shabby nun's uniform, so he couldn't help taking off his coat and handing it over.

Ann noticed the movement, squinted his eyes and looked at Kyle for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "A bishop... are you here to see how I was convicted?"

"No." Kyle said, "I'm here to say hello to you—from Hugo, the Prosecutor of the Holy City, from me, and from Bluebell."

He took out a petite, delicate, and surprisingly beautiful bluebell from his sleeve, and gently placed it on the floor of the cell.

An suddenly trembled slightly, looking at the blue bell flower, she whispered: "I've heard of this...I've heard of it when I was very young. Are you from that guild? Are you An archbishop, are you still an assassin? You are an assassin!"

Kyle stood quietly outside the cell, his face as usual, with a gentle smile that belonged to the archbishop: "Hello, ma'am. Let's get to know you again, I'm Kyle Spencer. I don't appreciate your rough and simple How to kill, but I admire the look in your eyes when you kill. I would be happy to be your referrer, if you don’t mind your assassin career starting from learning how to kill with a bishop.”

……

At this time, the Sebilon Diocese was undercurrents.

The news of the reappearance of the Saint 1 years ago swept through its metropolis like a stormy sea. Letters from the Knights Templar, letters from the diocese, and letters from the Moa nobles to the royal city rushed out at this moment.

An albatross spread its wide and neat wings and circled over the city, driving a long wind followed by a group of birds.

"Hmm... I can smell turmoil... New news from the Guardians of Nature recently came..." Albatross said to himself, "I have to find a way to notify the head of the saint. His phoenix has passed away. It sensed his awakening, but was blocked by the Snow Wind Sect, and now the entire province of Nestor has been caught in the battle between Blizzard and Phoenix Fire... How do you have time to continue to care about these human strife, Evan?"