Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

"Get dressed and get up."

It was five o'clock in the morning.

The Wells knight lifted the quilt and threw the clothes on Feng Yun's sleepy head.

The latter put on the training clothes for trainee knights with his eyes closed, and was taken to the training ground in the temple in a daze.

The cool training ground in the early morning was empty, except for Wells and Feng Yun.

A gust of icy wind blew past, Feng Yun raised his head to look at the young knight, and asked, "Is it just us?"

"The trainee knights have already passed half of their training, and you can't keep up with their progress, so you have to get up and exercise every morning, and try your best to strengthen yourself."

"Oh, when will we eat?" Feng Yun asked again.

"After running fifty laps, eat."

"Okay." Feng Yun agreed straightforwardly, "Then I'll start running."

Wells was silent for a moment, before Feng Yun showed a puzzled expression, he said, "Run, I'll be with you."

Wells was a little surprised that the child agreed so simply and neatly.

But this is good, at least it is much more pleasing than yesterday's troublemaker.

The two started running on the training ground, lap after lap, boring.

But above the sky, in the real Temple of Light, the God of Light looked at it very seriously. The expression on his face was calm, but not indifferent.

Until the breath of another person came to the temple, he removed the lower world screen he was looking at, and looked at Floria, the goddess of magic, who was slowly walking into the temple.

"Is there a problem?"

Floria held the magic wand in one hand, put the other hand on her chest, and said, "Ai Ze, the magic power in the human world is somewhat abnormally upsurge."

"That's right, but magic power is not under my jurisdiction."

The God of Light closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes, "You are right, the magic power of the world seems to be undergoing some kind of... mutation."

"Yes, this mutation is gradually increasing at a slow rate."

A light-colored magic ball appeared in Floria's hand. With the injection of magic power, the color of the ball gradually deepened until it finally turned into pure black and exploded.

Aize watched the ball of magic power explode, "You mean if the magic power keeps rising, the world will explode."

"True, but I haven't found a solution, or even what the cause of the upwelling is."

"In your estimation, how long will it take for the explosion to occur?"

"Ten years, about ten years."

Floria said seriously: "I think we should tell mankind this news. They can always find a way to survive in desperate situations, so tenacious and full of hope."

"They are indeed such a race." Aize stood up, "Then, call the gods and tell them the news."

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At the end of the fifty laps, when he reached the starting line, Feng Yun threw himself forward, and Wells quickly grabbed his back collar, "Don't lie down quickly after running, take a slow walk, and we'll go to eat. "

"Oh." Feng Yun lifted up his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face. He heard Wells continue to say, "Your physique is good. I think I should re-evaluate whether you can keep up with the training of the apprentice knights."

Feng Yun didn't care about this evaluation, he just said: "Then what shall we have for breakfast?"

"You care about this?"

"Of course, filling the stomach is the number one priority of a person."

Wells was amused by Feng Yun's serious look, and he said, "Don't worry, everyone can have enough to eat in the temple."

"That's great, no wonder so many people think of going to the temple."

"Hmph, not everyone is so lucky. After filling your stomach, what is your second most important thing?"

"Of course it's marriage!" Feng Yun had an expression of "you're an idiot".

Wells was taken aback, and looked at Feng Yun dumbfounded, "You're only thirteen, boy, I'm 26 and I'm not married yet."

"Hmph, if you are you and I am me, I will get married."

"Hey, who did you make the deal with? I want to hear it, if I can fall in love with you..."

"God of Light." Feng Yun replied.

Wells didn't come up in one breath and almost choked to death.

The young knight coughed violently, and when he was out of breath, the shock on his face still persisted, "You, what did you just say?"

"I said I would marry the God of Light, and he promised me."

"You, you kid! How dare you blaspheme the God of Light, don't even think about eating today!"

Feng Yun opened his eyes wide, "Why?"

"How dare you ask why!"

Temple kitchen...

The heavy door quietly opened a gap large enough to allow people to enter.

A black head poked in, and after seeing clearly that there was no one inside, it immediately stepped in and closed the door.

Feng Yun's stomach rumbled in protest, and his gaze swept over various items.

So hungry, he didn't say anything wrong, why should he be punished for not eating.

He opened the cabinet, took out a piece of bread from it, then squatted down on the spot, and opened his mouth to take a bite.

"Why are you stealing again?"

Feng Yun was startled, his body trembled, and he immediately turned his head to look over.

The light condensed, and the God of Light appeared in the open space of the kitchen with folded arms.

With a faint smile on his face, he tilted his head and looked at the child squatting on the ground.

The next moment, his golden eyes widened slightly, he took half a step back, and wrapped his arms around Feng Yun's shoulders who were rushing towards him, "What's wrong?"

"They won't let me eat."

Feng Yun filed a complaint, "They said that the God of Light would not marry me, that my brain was polluted by cultists, but I didn't! I have never seen cultists."

The God of Light rubbed his fingers into Feng Yun's black hair, "You are not polluted, but I did not say that I want to marry you."

Like a thunderbolt, Feng Yun looked into the eyes of the God of Light in disbelief, "You said you would get married after I waited."

The God of Light recalled his wording at the time, and felt that there was no problem at all, "What I said at the time was that when you become an adult, I will seriously consider this matter."

Feng Yun stared at him fixedly, and the God of Light also looked back frankly.

After a while, the God of Light put his hand on Feng Yun's cheek, and said helplessly, "Why are you crying?"

"No..." Feng Yun buried his face in the clothes of the God of Light. The latter sighed, bent down, and learned the skill of holding a child without a teacher.

Feng Yun immediately buried his face in the shoulder and neck of the God of Light again, the wet feeling made the latter feel novel.

After crying for a while, Feng Yun raised his head and complained, "Why didn't you comfort me?"

The God of Light thought for a while, "How should I comfort you?"

"Coax me to marry, I see them cry, and I can get what I want, but if I cry, someone will beat me... Will you beat me too?"

"I won't hurt you." The God of Light sighed and said with a smile, "If you want, then..."

Before he finished speaking, he put Feng Yun down, and his figure disappeared again.

At the same time, the door opened, Wells stood at the door of the kitchen, his eyes fixed on Feng Yun, "I knew you must be here!"

He walked forward angrily, and was about to speak a lesson, but saw two obvious tear stains on the child's raised face.

The young and upright knight took a deep breath, squatted down immediately, and said somewhat at a loss, "God of Light, you, why are you crying?"

"Uh..." Feng Yun was silent for a moment, and when the knight was about to wipe away the tears on his face, he took a step back.

He asked, "Uncle Wells, the God of Light didn't want to marry me."

Wells breathed a sigh of relief, thank God, the child's paranoia finally healed itself.

He nodded and said seriously: "It's best if you can figure it out by yourself. Although it's not good to say this, but child, your wish is a delusion. Gods are not existences that us mortals can blaspheme."

"Well, I know, I don't even have the ability to prevent him from disappearing." Feng Yun muttered in a low voice.

When Wells showed a puzzled expression, Feng Yun said again: "I want to become stronger, can I become a god?"

Wells was frightened by the child's outrageous and naive idea. He originally wanted to reprimand him, but when he saw the tears on the child's face, the reprimand turned into a helpless sigh.

"A mortal cannot become a god."

Before Feng Yun showed a disappointed expression, he continued: "But becoming stronger can make human beings infinitely closer to gods. Your talent is the best I have ever seen. I think you will surpass the current Pope, and you will also surpass Everyone."

The young knight knelt on the ground with one knee, hit his chest with his right hand and performed standard knight etiquette, "I will do my best to teach you, and I hope you will not waste your talent."

Since yesterday, he has been the teacher appointed by the Pope to be in charge of Feng Yun's training.

The young knight didn't know how much his words, which perfectly conformed to the spirit of chivalry and inspired people so much that he himself was moved, would have a great impact on the future young Pope.

Feng Yun also became serious.

On the day when he is infinitely close to the gods, will he have the ability to blaspheme the gods?

……

Two years passed quickly, and there was an enthusiastic applause from the training ground of the Temple of Light.

"I would like to admit defeat." A black-haired boy in silver armor stretched out his hand to pick up another silver armor knight who was lying on the ground.

In the sea of ​​blond hair that is more dazzling under the sun, his short black hair is really out of place.

The losing knight made a cut, took out a golden gemstone from his armor and threw it over, and at the same time said unhappily: "I shouldn't show off in front of you, Feng Yun, let's just pretend we don't know each other from now on."

"Don't be so harsh, Raymond, who told you that you can always collect some beautiful gems." Feng Yun raised his hand, and put the golden gems in the sun for a while to watch.

Then everyone heard his dissatisfied voice of disgust, "It's not very pretty."

"Give it back to me if it's not pretty! It's so annoying!" Lei Meng said angrily, and stepped forward a few steps to snatch the gem from Feng Yun's hand back.

Feng Yun held the gemstone in his hand, and turned sideways to avoid Raymond's snatch, "I won this, and it's not in keeping with the spirit of chivalry if you want to snatch it back."

"You are the least chivalrous." Raymond said angrily, "I saw you drinking with a group of rude mercenaries in a tavern. You are a knight of the temple!"

"So what, the teaching of the Holy Light tells us that all beings are equal."

Feng Yun waved his hand, "Let's leave it at that, the person you say is the least chivalrous is going out to drink with the mercenaries."

"you!"

In a tavern in the capital, it was noisy and chaotic, mercenaries, thieves, and lawless people were talking in the tavern, talking about the private affairs of a noble in the capital, and talking about rumors of treason.

They laughed and drank wantonly, which was a scene Feng Yun would never see in the strictly disciplined temple.

Compared with those noble and upright knights, he is more suitable for this place, suitable for chatting and laughing with these lawless people. There is blood of rebellion in his bones, and madness and paranoia that are not known to outsiders.

He gulped down the spicy and cheap wine, the liquid snaked down his chin, and flowed deeper under his neck and collar, while his ears listened to all kinds of chatter in the tavern.

There was a burst of laughter from the wine table on one side. The laughter was different from the usual ones, full of unspoken frivolity.

Feng Yun looked sideways, and saw a man in shabby clothes holding a book.

For commoners, books were expensive and rare.

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and listened to the man continue to brag, "Why don't you say that the nobleman just knows how to play, and I wanted to steal some money to spend, but when I left, I saw this kind of thing that the nobleman put on the table. book."

"Pierce, how much do you want to sell this book?" A rough man patted his chest, showing his absolute interest in the book, "I'll pay half of the price, 1 silver coin!"

Pierce shook his head, "One silver coin? This is too little for Hans, at least 1 silver coins."

"Fuck, are you fucking stealing money? Who here can afford 10 silver coins?!"

"No matter how valuable it is, it can't be realized without the money to go to the brothel."

"You might as well lose money, Pierce, this book will be sold in the tavern, or go to the black market?"

Feng Yun thought it was interesting, and asked the bartender, "What kind of book is that?"

The bartender smiled wretchedly, "A valuable food for thought."

"Oh?" Feng Yun became more interested, he raised his hand, "10 silver coins, sell me the book."

10 silver coins is nothing to a temple knight, especially when Feng Yun is the next pope who has attracted much attention.

Handing over money with one hand and goods with the other, Pierce counted the silver coins in his hand over and over, and bit them one by one.

Feng Yun flipped through the thin books in his hand, which could only be regarded as booklets.

There is no introduction, and the text is just embellishment and explanation in a picture-based booklet.

"Boy, judging by your appearance, you are still a baby."

A middle-aged man with beards smirked and put his arm on Feng Yun's shoulder, pointing to the picture on it, explaining its meaning.

Amidst the loud laughter and booing of the crowd, his grinning voice spread intermittently outside the tavern.

"The skin is made of a smoother material than..., the peaks rise and fall, and the sound surges... like vines are entangled together..."