Paladin

There was a clicking sound on the window.

Evan stood up from the bed, finally coaxing little Phoenix to sleep.

Then he walked over to open the window, and just saw the demon Louis changed from his appearance back to that little black balloon, and flew back into the room with a whoosh.

Evan checked, and no one outside found the translucent little guy, so he closed the window again, turned around and said with a smile: "Louis? Or Hewitt?"

The demon stayed on the table, and it was Hewitt's voice again: "It's me."

"Did you find anything? That brother of yours...is he ready to make a big move?" Evan asked.

Hewitt responded, seeming to be a little distracted, and after a while he said: "No, I didn't find anything major. Evan?"

Evan always felt that there was something wrong with his performance, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Hewitt, you don't look like nothing major happened, okay, are you hiding something from me?"

Hewitt paused for a moment and said, "It's nothing. The blood sample you gave me, I analyzed something."

Evan once collected a little bluebell assassin's blood, and the demon swallowed it in one gulp. I don't know how Hewitt analyzed it remotely, so I heard him say: "In the blood of these assassins, except for a kind called The toxin of 'Tide', and the blood of magical beings. They've been infused with some extra blood, Evan, do you know what that means?"

Evan pondered for a moment and said, "You mean, someone forced them to take the Warlock profession... I mean, these assassins obtained the ability to cast spells by relying on the blood of magical creatures?"

Hugh nodded.

This kind of experiment is very difficult, but if it is Felix Krefeld, Evan believes that he can really do it.After all, the Clayfield family has had this tradition for a long time. Even Hewett himself was forcibly injected with the blood of Naye Daying?

"This actually explains why their assassination ability is increasing day by day, and their speed has surpassed the limits of mortals... If Felix of 'Secret Blood' uses this to trade with Blue Bell Flower, it is really very tempting Chips, I am not surprised that they will form an alliance...but what exactly does Felix want to do..." Evan fell into deep thought.

Hewitt also seemed a little dazed. The demon he controlled stayed on the table for a while, and suddenly said, "Evan, I have a question for you."

Evan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Since when have you been so polite?"

Hewitt groaned, and asked, "Well, actually, I've always wanted to know that the paladin's uniforms have always followed the ancient system, so... do you wear underwear or not?"

Evan: "..."

After a while, Evan gritted his teeth, stretched out his hands to hold the monster on the table, rubbed it hard twice, and made it make a weird creaking sound.

Because Huyt is controlling the demon spirit now, it feels like Mr. Mage is squashed by him, making a pitiful scream; Evan hummed: "Squeeze you to death... "

"I'm just kidding..." Demon Spirit conceded in Hewitt's voice while being pinched, "Evan chirp chirp chirp...forget about this question, I want to ask something else... chirp chirp... "

Evan let go of it angrily and said, "Say!"

The demon spirit hurriedly flew away from his clutches, while continuing to say: "If you have a chance, you can save the life, freedom and dignity of a group of people...but the price is the safety of another group of people's lives, you will Do what?"

Evan froze when he heard that.

This question should have been extremely serious, and there were some cruel things, but after the playfulness just now, Evan couldn't pay enough attention to it for a while. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and replied: "I won't do it." .Sacrificing a few people for the sake of the many people is a barbaric act in itself, not to mention that the few people have done nothing wrong. Where do I have the power to decide their fate? Even if I want to save people, these few people should do it themselves It's a good decision."

"Oh, I understand." Huette nodded and said seriously, "Absolute moralism."

"What are you playing, do the test questions for me?" Evan said with a smile, "That kind of car, either kills one child, or kills five children..."

Hewitt hummed, and then said lightly: "Yes, test how bad things I have done after I became the evil big devil, and I will let you come and hack me to death."

Evan stretched out his hand to the demon, and said with a smile, "Come here! I'll crush you to death right now!"

The monster swished to the ceiling, stuck there and stopped moving. Hewitt said, "Calm down, calm down..."

"I haven't asked you why you disguised yourself well when you went out, but you didn't continue to disguise when you came back?" Evan raised his eyebrows and said, "How can I explain this? A Dawn Saint went out and hasn't come back yet. A Dawn Sage went out, huh?"

"Louis doesn't have much magic power... It's too late to go that long if he maintains that shape." Hewitt explained in a low voice, "Just say...you came back over the wall?"

Evan couldn't laugh or cry, and after a while, he muttered: "Why are you so inexperienced, I want you to change your shape..."

Hewitt thought for a while, understood, and asked with a smile: "Miss me?"

Evan thought for a while, then nodded honestly.

After a while, the demon flew down from the ceiling, and in a burst of faint silver light, his figure gradually swelled and stretched, and slowly transformed into the appearance of Hewitt.

The corners of Hewitt's mouth curled up slightly, and he leaned in front of Evan.

Evan pushed his face away, and said with a chuckle: "This feels like kissing Louis...don't make trouble."

Hewitt leaned over again, and the two faced each other for a while, staring at each other.

Hewitt said: "Since you miss me, leave Corunna quickly and don't get involved in these things..."

Before he finished speaking, Evan had a sudden idea, stretched out his hands to touch his face, and then rubbed it hard.

Hewitt: "Chi Chi Chi Chi—"

A few seconds later, a burst of out-of-breath laughter suddenly broke out in the room of the Dawn Saint.

……

Time gradually passed, and it came to the season when summer and autumn were handed over. At this time, it had been half a year since Evan woke up from his deep sleep.

The holy city of Cologne became a little calmer. After Evan began to point out and arrange the patrol and guard plan of the Knights Templar, the actions of Blue Bell Flower seemed to calm down temporarily.

The new pope has not yet been elected. In order to calm the anxiety and uneasiness of the people, the Ministry of the Holy Order began to frequently sentence the captured assassins and some ring mages.It's not that the General Court has found out that there is a connection between the ring mage and the assassin, but that when disaster strikes, the way of executing a few heretics can always appease some people.

It's a convention.So there began to be some mages in the circle, according to this practice, were dragged out, paraded through the streets, and then repented in public, then accused each other, testified, and finally were burned in public.

Someone discovered that the Saint of Dawn would attend the confession of these ring mages. His whereabouts are uncertain and he doesn't like excitement, but it seems that he always likes to be present when these mages are sentenced.

This quickly aroused people's curiosity. On similar occasions, the number of spectators began to increase day by day, just to meet His Excellency the Holy One in the crowd.

And Evan will indeed be present, and he will patiently listen to the crimes of these mages. During the past half month, a total of 18 people were sentenced, and their crimes included illegally stealing corpses, researching poison and witchcraft, and demagoguery Etc., and most of them will be accompanied by crimes of harming the life and property of others.

Most of these ring mages do not have the protection of an organization, so they will be captured; they have no discipline at all, and they will indeed commit some crimes in order to improve their arcane skills; After being labeled as a devil, he seems to be even more unscrupulous, because whether it is self-discipline or breaking the law, being caught is the same as the death penalty.

For these people, Evan had no extra pity, but just silently watched them being taken down from the high platform of confession, and then sent to the stake.

But until this day, an old mage named Woody stepped onto the confession platform.

The old mage seemed to be nearly seventy years old, and his clothes were ridiculous. When he was sent to the high platform, he seemed to be walking in a hurry and staggered a little.His baggy clothes were riddled with pockets filled with quirky little toys dangling inside.

On the way of being paraded, the old mage kept taking out things from his pockets and handing them to the children watching him parading. He would say, "Look, kid, is it fun to watch this? Here it is for you, oh, I promise. This is not witchcraft, this is made of wood, screws, a bit of metal..."

He walked all the way and handed out toys all the way. Although few children took these things, his pockets were also empty—the guards confiscated all his things.

Now the old mage Woody stepped onto the confession stand, his greasy curly white hair and beard covered half of his face, maintaining this funny appearance, he cleared his throat and said, "I... I don't know how to confess What? Uh, I'm sorry I ate all the bread and butter I saved up for three months this morning, and got dragged out halfway through brushing my teeth, maybe it smells a little... bad?"

The old mage breathed a sigh of relief and smelled his own breath.

There was vague laughter from the audience, and Evan stood at the corner of the street wearing a hood and glanced at him.

"I know I'm about to be roasted... Speaking of which, do you know what fire is?" The old mage continued casually, "Under the stage, does anyone know why the air will be a little distorted when the fire burns?" Does anyone know what fire is?"

The people in the audience looked at each other, not knowing what kind of tricks this was making; but a few children were amused and giggled, and replied: "Fire is the light and heat bestowed on us by God the Father!"

The old mage slammed his hands on the table and blew his beard unhappily: "Who told you! This is misleading, this is irresponsible education! Let me tell you, fire is a kind of gas, a kind of The ionized special gas, we call it plasma!"

This clumsy word made everyone in the audience a little dumbfounded, they all fell silent suddenly, looking at the people on the high stage like a flock of dumbfounded ducks.The bishop next to him gave orders with a gloomy face, so the guards rushed to the high platform, set up the old mage again, dragged him down, and sent him directly to the stake.

"Listen well, plasma is something that can emit light, generate heat, and also have magnetic effects..." the old mage was tied up on the stake, still yelling, hating iron and steel , "You must observe carefully later! You have been born for so many years and have seen the birth, release and destruction of flames so many times, how can you not understand the principle at all! You are not deaf and blind, just repeat others Is it enough to just perfunctory your nonsense, why can't you use your brain? Sigh, I'm so worried..."