Different World Online

As he spoke, Steve slowly approached the group of soldiers while holding [Pale Justice] in one hand;

Behind him, the little kid couldn't retreat or advance, so he could only grab the corner of Steve's clothes tightly, regretting so much that he wanted to jump into the Ruiwen River.

The soldiers were stunned and retreated tremblingly with their spears raised.

Tyr, the god of justice, has great power and is also known as the Hand of Equality, the God of Cripples, and the God of Justice. This is no joke!

Desecrating the artifact that represents the gods as dark justice is simply the best example of causing trouble with the mouth!

Steve approached the group of soldiers all the way to the other side of the bridge, and then he swaggered towards the temple of the God of Justice in the stunned eyes of countless passers-by.

At the entrance of the temple, two temple warriors in silver-white armor did not stop him at all, and let Steve, who was covered in blood, and the little tail behind him walk into the temple.

It is understandable that others cannot recognize their own artifacts, but it would be embarrassing for them if they cannot recognize them.

Inside the tall and pure temple, eight thick stone pillars extend to the roof, and the surrounding colorful enamel windows show the majesty of the temple;

At the innermost part of the main temple is a marble statue about 15 feet tall. It depicts a white-haired old man with a pale and smooth beard fluttering in the wind and a pair of deep eyes looking into the distance.

In his left hand he held a slender half-sword, his handless right arm supported the blade, and on his waist hung a one-handed mace with a scale carved on it.

The moment Steve stepped into the temple, he felt as if he was glared at by the stone statue.

In front of the statue, an old pastor with a haggard face but looking particularly kind was looking at him peacefully.

"Steve, I want to say thank you to you for Andrew!"

Hearing this familiar name, Pastor Andrew’s serious but reliable face instantly flashed through Steve’s mind. Steve pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes instantly became a little sour.

Carrying the little boy, a burden that refused to let go, Steve walked step by step to the statue and bowed slightly to the statue of Tyr.

"Reverend Sir..."

"You can call me Pastor Peter Weng, or you can just call me by my name, Peter Weng." Pastor Peter Weng said kindly, not caring at all about the spear dripping with blood on Steve's shoulder.

"Okay, Mr. Pastor!" Steve nodded, holding [Pale Justice] in one hand and placing it in front of Pastor Peter.

"This is your church's weapon. I hope to return it to your church!"

Hearing this, Pastor Peter Weng shook his head slightly.

"No, Shudeman handed him over to you, which represents his trust in you and also his responsibility."

"But...this is a divine weapon!" Steve questioned in confusion.

As a pure pragmatist, he couldn't understand why someone would refuse such a magical artifact even when it was delivered to his doorstep.

"Do you remember what Shudeman said?"

"Remember!" Steve nodded.

"Here! If you can survive, find a young paladin and give him this sword!

Tell him that the name of this sword is [Pale Justice]. Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless!

Justice pales in comparison to vanity and superficial power.

Justice applies to everyone, regardless of their wealth, status, or knowledge; it applies to everyone, whether in the farmer's field or on the battlefield.

Tell him! Always remember the potential for love and goodness in your heart! "

Steve repeated it word for word.

Seeing this, Pastor Peter Weng's eyes suddenly flashed with satisfaction, and he slowly emphasized:

"Justice applies to everyone, rich or poor, high or low, knowledgeable or unlearned; it applies to everyone, in the farmer's field or on the battlefield.

Let me tell you a story.

【Pale Justice】, this simple sword was forged by a man named Renault, who was a devout believer.

It took Raynor thirty years to perfect his metalworking skills, allowing him to create a flawless blade; as soon as Raynor completed this simple weapon, he immediately dedicated it to our Church.

The priest who received the sword placed it on the altar of the monastery and asked his brothers in the church to pray with him to the Lord, hoping to give the sword divine power.

Yet the brothers never touched the sword, or even mentioned it.

Ten years later, when other priests had given up on giving the sword divine power, the initiating priest, Idan, continued to pray silently.

Another twenty years passed, and still our Lord did not perform any miracles.

The visiting priest of Heim mocked Idan for his blind faith in the sword.

At this moment, Yidan suddenly stood up and walked to the altar, and gently took the long-covered sword from the altar.

The priest of Heim asked Edan, have you finally regained your sanity?

Edan replied, 'I have always been clear-headed, but I have asked the wrong thing of the Lord, and the Lord has already done it long ago.'

The priests of Helm laughed at Edam's statement and told his personal guards to draw their swords; Helm's guards held ornate weapons with pearl-studded guards, runes carved into the blades, and a bunch of tiny rubies.

The priest of Heim laughed and said: "Your weapon is like the sword carried by ordinary soldiers. It is much inferior to ours."

Edan calmly grasped the hilt of his sword and swung it towards the weapons of Heim's guards.

Pastor Heim's laughter quickly disappeared, and he could only stare at the guard's broken sword.

When Edan put down his sword, Pastor Heim stood there without saying a word.

Idan said: "Justice pales in comparison to vanity and superficial power.

However, I expect that our Lord will be able to show his miracles on this sword with lightning or fire.

I should have remembered how this sword came into my hands... out of simple love and humility.

Justice applies to everyone, rich or poor, high or low, knowledgeable or incompetent. Justice is everywhere, in the farmer's field or on the battlefield.'"

After saying that, Pastor Peter Weng smiled and pushed the sword to Steve, repeating again:

"Justice applies to everyone, rich or poor, high or low, knowledgeable or incompetent. Justice is everywhere, in the farmer's field or on the battlefield.

[Pale Justice] Every holder of this sword practices fraternity and humility, and the way this sword is passed down is never decided by us;

The elder paladin makes the choices and teaches his successor;

Now, Shudeman will hand over this important task to you!

Young man, remember his advice and don't lose your eyes in the killing! "

Hearing this, Steve fell silent.

His beliefs are stubborn and obstinate. How can he repay evil with kindness?

Because of this, he was unable to refute the old pastor's words;

In order to repay Shudeman for saving his life, he must, must choose a suitable holder for this [Pale Justice].