Paladin

Evan followed Rose through the winding stone-paved streets, and they stopped when they reached the outskirts of the town.

Rose stood in front of a small cart covered with a straw mat.Rose carefully tore off the straw mat, revealing the boy Tim—he was curled up on the small cart, his hands were bound by a few straws, and he opened his mouth and bit his wrist forcefully.

His wrists were already dripping with blood, and there were scars from bites all over the place. Blood may have been spattered here and there from previous struggles, and his linen top was dotted with black blood.

Tears welled up in Rose's eyes again after seeing this scene, she gritted her teeth and pulled Tim's wrist out of his mouth, shouting: "Tim, I'm sister, I'm Rose...wake up, don't Bite!"

She forcefully opened the boy's mouth in a daze, and called vaguely, "...Sister?"

Rose hugged him and nodded crying.

Tim said weakly: "...so hungry, sister, do you have any potatoes... and any fish to eat? I'm so hungry, am I going to die..."

"Be patient, Tim." The paladin frowned, reached out and touched the boy's forehead with the back of his hand, but didn't feel any temperature, then reached out and touched the aorta on the side of his neck—felt his heart beating so fast Something is not normal.

"Rose, put him down, it's best to lie down on his back." Evan ordered.

Rose hurriedly spread the straw mat on the ground, let the boy lie down, and stood aside worriedly and asked, "Your Excellency Paladin...is my brother sick? Can he be rescued?"

"How long has he been like this, and what other symptoms?" Evan asked.

Rose tried to recall, and said: "He has been crying about hunger, probably since... the day before yesterday. Before you came to our house, Tim's appetite became a little bigger, and there was nothing else. But since... from Starting in the early hours of yesterday, Tim suddenly became very hungry. I brought him everything in the house, but he finished it in one meal. By the afternoon, he was already... slowly getting weaker, look at him Now he is swollen from hunger, but he finished eating ten copper coins of black bread in the afternoon, and now... it seems to be starving to death..."

The little girl tried her best not to continue crying, but she was already very flustered. What she said for so long actually only showed one symptom: she kept eating, but she was still extremely hungry, and she was so hungry that she was swollen.

Evan frowned slightly when he heard this, observed the boy's face again, and then gathered a little power of holy light in his hand, and gently covered his swollen face.

Tim groaned softly and said vaguely, "Blood elf's...brother. Do you have anything to eat?"

Evan took a breath, because he saw that Tim's eyes no longer had black eye sockets, and the inside was a blur of dark gold. With his swollen and black face and still cute childish voice, Rose was startled and whispered scream.

As Tim spoke, he lowered his head again, as if smelling the breath of the wound on his wrist, and licked his tongue greedily... He still wanted to continue to eat his own flesh and blood.

Evan had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and knocked Tim out directly.

The paladin asked solemnly, "Where's your father?"

"His leg...isn't healed yet," Rose said, choked up, "the food at home was all eaten up this morning, so I had to push Tim to town first to see if I could get something else to eat I'm sorry, Lord Paladin, I didn't pawn your emerald earrings on purpose... I really, I really have nothing..."

The little girl covered her face with her hands and groaned in despair.

Evan shook his head, let her vent for a while, and said, "Don't worry, Rose."

Rose looked at the paladin with expectant eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Excellency, please save Tim... You are a paladin, you are Lord Paladin! Please, save my brother, I...I can do anything, I can go to Moa City and sell myself...my brother is our only male, I will definitely find another emerald earring and return it to you..."

Evan put his hand gently on the little girl's shoulder.

This hand was steady and powerful, and it carried the warm and bright aura of a paladin, which made Rose's restless and frightened heart suddenly have something to rely on.

"He was cursed." Evan said in a deep voice, "I have no way to lift the curse, only mages and druids can."

"Mage...Druid..." Rose was stunned.

Evan looked back and saw her expression. It was definitely not the ecstasy of hearing hope, but more like hearing the devil's deal.

"Your Excellency Paladin...if...if the mage can save Tim," the little girl's voice was still choked with sobs, "let the mage come...if, if he wants my soul in exchange...that's okay, Even if you want to put me in a bottle, I can, I can accept it."

The paladin never imagined that a little girl in an unknown fishing village, even without going to church a few times, would think that mages are evil and will take people's souls.

The wanted by the Holy See may be more far-reaching and terrifying than he imagined.

…Evan stretched out his hand, stroked her soft but dry hair, and said helplessly: "Wait for me here. I'm going to find a mage, don't think too much, okay? There is no problem that cannot be solved, you Calm down first."

……

At this moment, Mr. Master, who was left in the church, was looking expressionlessly at a huge face in front of him, which was close at hand.

This face was ferocious and terrifying, two rows of sharp fangs could be seen in the cracked mouth, and there were several long and narrow scars on the criss-crossed face. At this moment, it was threatening the mage with dissatisfied roars.

With dark circles under his eyes, Hewitt said coldly, "Don't act like a baby."

The ugly face floating in mid-air suddenly became more dissatisfied, wrinkled into a ball angrily, shaking back and forth in front of Hewitt's eyes.

"Go away, Louis, I told you that your acting like a baby doesn't work." The mage said unmoved, "I can't feed you today, I don't have that ability."

Demon Louis hissed depressingly, and his face as big as a disk slowly began to shrink, as it flew around the room unwillingly, like a punctured balloon.

The demon finally returned to its translucent appearance. The eyes and mouth could not be seen on the chubby head, but the two scars looked like evil eyes.It flew to Hewitt's hand and sniffed the breath on him, puffed angrily, and began to deflate again.

"Be hungry today." Hewitt put his hands back in his sleeves, lest this guy come over with a face, "Like you smell, I was drained by another guy last night... magic. Now It's not in a safe place, you just starve me obediently, and I'll feed you when I get back."

Louis held his huge head, breathed out, circled Hewitt sadly, then lay down on the bed on his belly and pretended to be dead... making a pitiful sound of prprpr.

The Grand Arcanist remained motionless, sitting on the bed calmly, took out a small mage's note from his mystery pocket, and wrote something.

In the silence, the demon Louis suddenly heard something, shook his body, changed back to a transparent form familiarly, and got back into the small space behind the mage.

Hewitt stuffed his notes back, and then heard a knock on the door.

There is no doubt that the one who entered the door was the solemn-looking Paladin Evan.

"Have you encountered a problem that you can't solve alone?" The mage asked after seeing his expression, "Is it because you don't have enough money?"

"No, it's a curse." Evan replied.

……

Hewitt and Evan put on identical black monk uniforms, pulled up the hood to cover their faces, and hurried past the gate of the church.

The young monk was cleaning the hall and asked as they passed by, "Good afternoon, Mr. Pallas, Mr. Silverfire, do you want to prepare lunch with us?"

"Good afternoon, Cesis. I'm sorry that we have other things to do for the time being." The paladin said this, without pausing at all, and disappeared outside the church door together with Hewitt.

When they walked through the crooked streets, they heard a loud noise not far away, probably from the town's square.

The voice was quite loud, and it seemed that there were many people standing there arguing and arguing, and I am afraid that general arguments would not be mixed with hysterical voices.

Evan frowned, a little concerned about these movements, and he felt a faint ominous breath in his heart.

Hewitt clasped his hands in the wide sleeves of his robe, looked back to see Evan's hesitation, and said, "Go and settle the matter at hand first. If you are worried, come back later and take a look."

Evan glanced back at him and nodded.

The two quickly walked to the place where Rose was temporarily staying. The small cart had been pushed to the side of a broken low wall, and the boy was lying flat beside him, still in a coma, with a brown-black aura covering his face.

Hewitt squatted beside him, lowered his hand to feel for his pulse, then frowned, bent down and pressed his face against the boy's chest, hearing his breathing.

Evan outlined Tim's symptoms.

"There's something in his lungs or esophagus." After a while, Hewitt stood up and said, "His symptoms developed too quickly, and he became swollen and sick like this within a day. It should be eaten directly and not eaten." thing, the curse spreads from the inside. I have to see the inside of his body, you go find me some polished translucency—”

When he said this, he looked back as if feeling something.

Paladin Evan and little girl Rose are standing side by side in front of him:

Evan shook his cloak, spread his hands, and expressed embarrassingly that he was penniless.

With tears in her eyes, Rose looked fearfully at the mage in front of her, holding a money bag in her hand, and there were only more than forty copper coins in it.

"...forget it," the mage said helplessly, "stay away from me and pray by yourself."