Paladin

So after two days of being shameless and shameless, Evan stepped out of the dark cellar again. The moment the sun shone on him, he took a deep breath and thought in his heart: I am no longer a child. Black room play.......

It hasn't snowed in the past two days. They have cleared the snow outside the hotel before. Evan went out to collect some firewood, then melted some snow water in the hotel's stove, and washed himself casually.

With his physical fitness, some bruises and muscle strains can recover quickly, but when he bent over, the soreness still made him gasp.

Evan went back with a dark face, and called the mage to come out and take a shower.

The snow water hadn't completely melted, and it was bone-chilling when it poured down on his head. Hewitt hissed, and then raised his tail.

"You pulled out one of my scales..." Hewitt said.

There was indeed a small circular scar on the silver dragon tail, and the drop-shaped scales that fell from it were now being held by Huitt and handed over by the way.

Evan recalled involuntarily, and indeed seemed to remember an unbearable moment...

The paladin coughed, put the scale away, pretended nothing happened, and said, "Take a good rest, will it grow back?"

"I don't know." Hewitt retracted his tail, regardless of the water droplets on his body, he put on a long robe to cover the light white lines on his back, "The scales of most dragons cannot regenerate. It will become a weakness, but I don't know the characteristics of the deep sea dragon..."

Evan thought helplessly: You are a mage, you don't know how to fight with this tail, do you?And such a weakness on the tail, even if the enemy finds out, what can it do...

He thought for a while, and said, "How about I insert the scale back for you?"

The mage snorted, wrapped his tail around Evan's waist, and said in a low voice, "Of course I'm not afraid of this, but you actually peeled off my scales. Should I make up for it?"

Evan was speechless for a while, kissed him perfunctorily and said, "That's it, it's gone."

Hewitt scowled and slapped his tail on the wooden floor, expressing his displeasure.

Evan pushed him twice with a smile, and stuffed the mage back into the cellar all the way, saying: "You heal my wounds obediently, and come out when I can see with my eyes."

The big avalanche outside basically blocked the exit of the entire Bailong Valley. Evan turned around twice inside the valley, and after lighting a fire, he came back again. He thought in his heart: Leader Hugo left first. Their footsteps should reach the White Gate soon, and I don’t need to worry about their abilities; the floods in Nestor Province have not completely receded, and the Snow Wind Sect suffered a natural disaster and lost their leader Keriser. I am afraid they will not resume their offensive so quickly. In terms of time, there should be enough time to notify the empire to be careful about their surprise attack...

He can't be of much help in this matter. The status and reputation of the Dawn Sage are great enough, but he has not yet accepted any secular duties, nor does he have the right or obligation to intervene in a war between the Highlanders and the Imperials .

Evan thought happily: I'm here to hide from the limelight, no one wants to catch a strong man, ask me to fight...

Evan, who was caught wearing a general or legion commander's hat several times in the past and pushed into the battlefield, made up his mind this time not to get involved in the human infighting.

There is no right or wrong in war, and there is no good or evil in killing.It is unfair to choose to intervene on either side; the only possibility may be to intervene in lobbying and persuade the two sides to resolve the dispute peacefully.

But now, no matter from a political or strategic point of view, the war between the Highlanders and the Casa Empire has to be waged, and it cannot be eliminated by personal will-this is something Evan can see, at least he has done his part.

The baby phoenix in the cellar had already woken up. After three days of deep sleep, it finally had a full sleep and could come out full of energy... squatting on Evan's head to grab food.

This guy is small and cute, only the size of a palm, but his wings are already plump and slender, and his normal juvenile body does not have the majesty of an adult at all.

Hewitt's eyes are gradually recovering, and he is already able to sense light dimly. The phoenix's glow is just imprinted in his eyes—it is a warm, bright, vivid and dazzling firelight, and the golden red flame tail is as ethereal as an aurora. , outlining its elegant figure.

Hewitt sat next to Evan. The latter noticed that he had been looking at the little phoenix on his head, and couldn't help laughing, "Being fascinated by Xiao Ao?"

When the little phoenix heard his master calling his name, he chirped and picked up a strand of Evan's hair; the paladin was used to it, allowing the little guy to rebel on his head, and he was peeling a piece of potato casually.

Hewitt couldn't see clearly, and vaguely heard Evan handling the food, and asked, "What's its full name?"

"Orleans." Evan threw the potato into the water and replied casually, "Its full name is Orleans Paladin."

The little phoenix chirped twice, completely excited, waving its wings and flying above Evan's head for two seconds, then sat down again, messing up the paladin's soft blond hair.

Mr. Mage reached out to stroke Evan's blond hair, feeling that they had reached Evan's shoulders now, and thought dissatisfiedly: This is mine!It was mine a few months ago... I made him stay this long.

Hewitt thought about the little phoenix for a while, and then asked: "Can the intelligence level of the phoenix reach the level of the dragon? Can it understand our conversation, or can it talk and cast spells in the future?"

"Little Ao is different from dragons. It needs Nirvana every few thousand years, or when it is seriously injured. Nirvana will make it grow again..." Evan said while peeling potatoes quickly, "It looks like this now. It is only a few years old, and it can probably understand a few words; after ten years, it will enter the juvenile period, start to use innate spells, and its intelligence is similar to that of a ten-year-old child; talk later……"

He spoke very familiarly, and Hewitt laughed, "It seems that you have raised it more than once."

Evan groaned, and said helplessly: "I have to drag it up every time, it's really a crime, Xiao Ao was really naughty when he was a child..."

Right at this point, the little phoenix chirped again, lying on top of Evan's head, spreading its immature wings, and slapped it on Evan's face, covering Evan's eyes from one side to the other.

Hewitt: "...It's really a pain."

Evan sighed, completely too lazy to struggle in vain, just covered his eyes, and continued to peel potatoes, while saying: "How is Louis? It should be quite worry-free to raise your demons, right?"

When he talked about keeping pets, it seemed like a dad wanted to share his experience in raising children. Hewitt couldn't help but find it funny, so he offered the trick again.

The demon Louis whizzed over from the corner—it was really dark, and it was almost completely invisible when flying around in the dark.

The demon flew to Hewitt's face obsequiously, and then stared at the little phoenix on top of Evan's head with eyes that were smaller than grape seeds, shaking all over.

It seems to be a little ready to move, and it also wants to lie on top of its master's head——

Then Hewitt grabbed it casually and squeezed it. Hearing the creaking sound, he said, "Well, Louis has almost recovered."

Evan set up the pot, added firewood to cook the soup, and asked, "Speaking of which, what happened before? Can demons be resurrected?"

"It's not resurrection... It's not a creature itself, it's just a protoss creature captured by me, and it mainly relies on my magic power to move." Hewitt sat lazily by the fire, waiting for a big meal with peace of mind, While explaining casually, "Although it is very useful sometimes, it will die in suspended animation after the magic power is used up, and it needs to be fed with magic power again to turn back into an ugly black balloon running around all over the ground."

Evan: "... Poof!"

The paladin choked, and couldn't laugh or cry: "The ugly black balloons are running around all over the ground..."

The little phoenix above his head listened to the word twice, and curiously chirped along.

The poor demon Louis was extremely injured, and Jijiji flew to the corner crying, but because it was too dark, even Evan couldn't see where it was squatting.

Contrary to Hewitt's expectations, Evan's craftsmanship is excellent. Although the materials are very simple, their food is already top-notch.

Mr. Master, who doesn't often praise others, couldn't help but praise: "You are really virtuous."

Evan was annoyed and funny, he didn’t punch him because he was still a wounded person (and was just squeezed dry by himself), but he just explained in an annoyed way: “There were not many human towns in the whole mainland back then, we walked to No matter where you live, your camping and cooking skills have been honed for hundreds of years... Obviously better than you group of dead house arcanists."

Hewitt had absolutely no room for refutation, so he could only whisper, "We have arcane servants we can use."

"Oh." Evan said, "That's just right, you will be in charge of cooking from tomorrow, anyway, you have arcane servants."

Hewitt: "...Hey, don't go too far."

Evan hummed and taunted: "Go, Hewitt, I believe in you, you are really virtuous."

After a few seconds.

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, Huitt was angry in his heart, and said viciously: "I—"

"Ok?"

"...I know I was wrong."

"Yeah." Evan nodded dignifiedly and reservedly, "Hey, when you argue with the team leader in the future, you have to see the situation clearly—the world is big, and the person in charge is the biggest, understand?"

Hewitt squinted his eyes, put his hands in his sleeves, and the tip of his tail swayed in a standard and dangerous way like a dragon preparing to attack.

Mr. Master used his most usual thinking posture and thought hard in his heart: You will know who is the biggest at night.