holy flame

"An angel descends? Me?"

Hearing Julian's account of the rituals in the Great Sept, even Samuel's ice face showed obvious disbelief.Samuel was an atheist, both in that world and in this one.Even if gods, demons and ghosts do exist in this continent and the universe at this moment, as a member of the Holy Court, he himself can perform divine spells.But Samuel believes that those so-called supreme beings are just some advanced species that have mastered special technologies. As for magic and divine arts, they are just another special way of using energy.

Therefore, in order to obtain divine power, Samuel could abide by the rules of the paladins more than any real paladin, and he could memorize the brick-thick scriptures years ago in order to accumulate divine power, but he knew in his heart that fundamentally He is definitely the most unqualified believer, because he has no faith at all.

When they were in the nursery, their literacy textbooks were the holy scriptures, and the priests instilled the prestige of God in the children every day.Of course, that kind of teaching method, in Samuel's view, is more correct to call it brainwashing.Moreover, for children who are as blank as paper, this kind of brainwashing is obviously very successful.Samuel didn't know how many times he saw little children shouting passages from the holy scriptures, or crying bitterly, or dancing, and God was already everything to them.Samuel felt that since the gods here have a way to connect with the believers spiritually, they should also have a way to detect the extent of the believers' belief in themselves, right?

However, the number of God's believers in this world is calculated in trillions, and Samuel was among them before. Even if God had angels to help, he probably didn't have the time to check them all.So he was able to gain supernatural power indiscriminately.Now becoming a trainee paladin is beyond his expectations. If he goes up further, it is very likely that those so-called gods will notice that it is one aspect, and Samuel himself has neither the ambition to compete for power nor that much. Take care of things.

"It's probably a coincidence." Samuel lowered his head and thought for a while, and felt that the appearance of the angel had nothing to do with him. It was probably just a coincidence for him at the time.

And this incident finally made him understand why the red-robed priest had such a big reaction when he opened his eyes.As for the boy who stared at him and the red-haired boy who told him to run, Samuel branded both of them as "competing concubines" in his heart, and threw them to the back of his mind.

"Eric, is that Eric?" After finishing the boring things, Samuel turned to look at Eric.In terms of age, Eric is younger than him, but no matter who sees the two of them standing together, they will definitely guess the size wrong.Eric is tall, and his figure is not as thin as that of ordinary teenagers, but a vigorous and vigorous one. Because he has been hunting with his father for many years, his skin is tanned, and although his black hair is cut in a mess, it is very clean.A handsome face with sharp edges and corners, only the slightly melancholy and immature green eyes in his whole body can slightly detect his real age.

"Yes, my lord." Eric seemed a little embarrassed. Although he proposed to become Samuel's entourage, for him, the son of a hunter in a remote mountain village, a small official at the gate was already his own. The biggest official I've ever seen.If the red-robed priest he saw today is no different from the Holy Spirit, then the Samuel in front of him is like an angel in the legend, not to mention that he did see an angel appearing on Samuel— —Although it is only a hazy light and shadow.

"Can you read?"

Now Eric blushed: "I can write my name."

The paper used to write books is now collectively called parchment, which is actually made of sheepskin, calfskin, or some Warcraft leather through special tanning.Books are bulky and expensive, so reading and writing are the privileges of the nobles and the church, and it is not easy for Eric to know how to write his name.

"Then Julian has two students, sign your name here." Samuel wrote a letter of employment and handed it to Eric, officially hiring him.Bahn and the dead Doro couldn't read. Samuel asked them to learn from Julian. Bahn learned it honestly, but Doro was always lazy and slippery, just like when he faced the undead later. He had the same attitude, and in the end he wasted his life in laziness.

"Thank you, my lord."

Samuel nodded at him, and his team was fully regrouped.Samuel stood up very simply, and tore off the bloody tattered sackcloth on his body, but at the same time as the shattering of the sackcloth sounded, there were a few ambiguous gasps from behind him——Julian covered Eli Ke's eyes are "don't look at children" but he himself sees them brightly, Eric Bahn "...".

But Samuel didn't care. When he was training in the knight camp in the past, he encountered this kind of thing a lot. Anyway, they were all men, and no one had an extra or missing part.

Samuel had just finished putting on his trousers and shirt when Julian threw a large bag at him.The bag was very heavy, and there was a crisp sound of metal colliding inside. Samuel opened it, and what he saw was a bag full of shiny gold coins.This bag is enough for his annuity for three or four years, right?

"It includes the reward for us notifying the Black Bear Fortress in time to save the people of Julian City, and also the share given by the higher-ups after we handed over Martin's property." Julian shrugged, "No matter which side it is It's really stingy, Martin's emerald necklace is worth this bag of gold coins, and there is even a mithril ring, I don't know how that guy found so many good things in such a remote area."

Ignoring Julian's thoughts, Samuel grabbed a handful of gold coins from his pocket.First five to Bane, five to Julian, and ten to Eric.Eric was taken aback and wanted to decline, but Julian slapped him on the shoulder: "You are a newcomer, and this money is for preparing equipment for you, not for you to spend it carelessly."

Eric Zhang Le opened his mouth and accepted the money. He wanted to buy the equipment he needs at most one gold coin. The money was actually not for him, but for his father...

"Julian, go get a carriage and come back. The others will rest for a day and set off the next morning."

The three attendants said they were going shopping, and they had already left the tent. Samuel was sorting out his belongings. His leather armor and chain mail were scarred. During the rest of the day, except for eating and sleeping, he spent all his time It's time to spend on repairing equipment.Halfway through the tossing, Julian suddenly left and returned.

"Samuel, are you not going to leave tonight?"

Samuel glanced at him, and the ranger's ears were really sharp enough, and the redhead did not hide his warning from him: "Although they both belong to the Holy Court, knights and priests are two branches. Now the purification ceremony is over. If it proves that I am not polluted, then even the red-robed priest has no right to do anything to me."

Julian sighed helplessly: "Samuel, not everyone in this world acts according to the rules, and those who have their own privileges, and even make the rules, prefer to break the rules."

"You think we should leave?"

"..." Julian's silence, or default.

"If we leave, we are really looking for death." Samuel shook his head, "Andor (the red-robed priest) has an [-]% chance of meeting me tonight."

"Sir Samuel, apprentice paladin, are you here?" Just as Samuel finished speaking, a strange voice came from outside.

Julian was taken aback, opened the door of the tent and walked out: "Yes."

The visitor was dressed as a servant of the Lord's Mansion: "Baron Daniel Williams will hold a dinner tonight, and I hope Lord Samuel can attend."

A puzzled Julian walked in with the invitation: "I didn't expect that, you guessed it right."

"It's almost time for the banquet, and I'm going to go." Samuel took the invitation, looked at it twice, and went to look through his clothes bag again.

Julian sat cross-legged on his sleeping bag. He thought Samuel was a "pure" knight who didn't understand anything but battle and gods, but he had misunderstood.Samuel is not a pure white paper, but this does not disappoint him. On the contrary, Samuel who is full of mysteries fascinates him even more...

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