Different World Online

Four or five miles away from the city, Steve and Bobby were stopped by a group of fully armed men on horseback.

Leading the group was an extremely handsome man with long thin ears and wearing fine chain mail;

"Almare, hello, traveler, let me introduce myself, my name is Alanze, Alanze Golden Oak!"

"Hello, Steve." Steve stopped and replied with a smile.

Hearing this, the handsome man nodded and glanced at Bobby behind Steve, with a hint of vigilance and disgust in his eyes.

"It's like this. You have entered the barrier of Silver Moon City. According to the Silver Moon City Management Act, I need to search your personal belongings."

"Go ahead!" Steve nodded in agreement, then turned around and motioned to Bobby not to be nervous, and put his backpack on the ground.

Behind him, Bobby, who was obviously a little panicked, carefully put down Steve's backpack and put his own tree trunk on the ground.

At the same time, Steve also let go of [Alex] and [Pale Justice].

Seeing this, Alanze, who was riding on a tall horse, nodded to the flat-chested elf girl carrying a longbow on her back.

The elf girl immediately dismounted and walked quickly to Steve.

"It's just a routine check, please don't mind."

"Okay." Steve nodded, and then reminded as if he had thought of something:

"Please don't hold the hilt of that sword. Of course, if you are a paladin, just ignore what I said."

Hearing this, the elf girl squatting next to the pile of things immediately became interested. She turned her head to look at Steve and asked in a low voice:

"Is it a weapon exclusive to the Paladin?"

"Yes." Steve nodded and added quietly:

"Pale Justice. If you have a good ability to identify strange objects, you should be able to recognize it."

Steve didn't care that the name of the artifact was known;

[Pale Justice] is a Paladin-exclusive artifact. No other class can use it except the Paladin.

To many people, especially the existence of evil forces, this sword is not a sacred weapon, but a hot potato;

A paladin can automatically obtain the coordinates of this artifact, and once it falls into evil hands, this sword will attract an endless number of paladins;

For any evil, to be an enemy of the Holy Knights of the entire multiverse is something that only a sick person would do;

If this group of single-minded paladins really united regardless of their beliefs and convictions, they could even break through hell.

Let me put it this way, no matter whether a person is sane or abnormal, no one would ever think of coveting this magical weapon.

This is also why Steve carries this sword so proudly.

To put it bluntly, even the paladin himself would not set his sights on this sword. The belief and responsibility represented by this artifact are not something that ordinary people can bear.

Let’s put it this way, the reason why [Pale Justice] is a divine weapon is not because of its powerful force, but because of the belief it carries.

Just after Steve said the name "Pale Justice", a young man sitting on a horse jumped off and walked quickly to Steve with a solemn expression.

"Let me do it!"

Gently pulling the elf girl away, the young man slowly half-knelt in front of [Pale Justice], and with serious and gentle movements, he picked up this plain artifact and gently pulled it out.

The sword's edge is like water, reflecting the sharp metallic luster.

Seeing this scene, Steve smiled and shrugged, spreading his hands and said:

"It's a shame, it doesn't seem to have chosen you."

Hearing this, the young paladin smiled nonchalantly, gently put down [Pale Justice], and whispered:

"My belief is courage, and I am not suitable to hold this holy sword!

You don't seem to be a paladin, are you a sword bearer?"

"Yes!" Steve nodded, picked up [Pale Justice] and put it on his back.

The Sword Bearer is the person responsible for finding the next successor after the holder of [Pale Justice] dies unexpectedly.

Hearing this, the young paladin stood up and looked at Steve and said:

"Can you tell me the motto left by the previous sword wielder?"

"Always remember the potential for love and kindness in your heart!" Steve replied calmly.

“Amazing people.”

With a sigh, the young paladin said no more, squatted down and began to check Steve's personal belongings.

When he checked the dimensional bag containing the treasure chest, he paused slightly, moved his feet calmly, blocked everyone's view with his body, and closed the mouth of the dimensional bag.

"pension."

Steve replied in a low voice.

"I know." The young paladin nodded.

“Word has spread about what happened in the Church of the Just God and the Church of the Suffering God;

This is how the church of the good God is, some things simply cannot be hidden.

But I didn’t expect that I would actually be able to see the person in person.”

After saying this, the paladin did not put the dimensional bag back on the ground, but handed it to Steve instead.

"You are an amazing guy, I seem to see your shining soul!

By the way, my name is Wenger, Wenger Chadelmosen.

If you encounter any difficulties in Silver Moon City, remember to come to the temple of the Silver Moon Goddess to find me."

"Okay, my name is Steve."

Steve smiled politely, took the dimensional bag and stuffed it into his arms.

If there is any stranger in this world who deserves selfless trust, it is only the paladin! It is precisely because of the existence of these stubborn and single-minded people that this terminally ill world has a little hope.

Of course, this was said by old Pete, not Steve.

After briefly checking the items, the Paladin Wenger stood up and nodded to the elf riding on the horse behind him.

“No prohibited items.”

"Very good! Mr. Steve!" The elf Alanze nodded with a decent smirk on his face, and his gaze immediately turned to the ogre Poppy behind Steve.

"This ogre... I'm sorry... I can't think of any other quantifier to describe an ogre.

This ogre, Mr. Steve, cannot be allowed near Silvermoon City."

"Okay!" Steve nodded without hesitation, and then said to himself:

“Silvermoon City, which advocates freedom and kindness, cannot accommodate an honest and reformed ogre;

Well, Mr. Alenzer, could you please call out Mr. Drizzt Do'Urden for me?"

As soon as the words fell, the expression of this seemingly elegant elf changed instantly, and the expressions of the people around him also changed.

Drizzt Do'Urden, a name that most residents of Silvermoon City hate extremely!

The reason for this is that this Mr. Drizzt is a dark-skinned drow;

As we all know, due to some indescribable reasons, there is an absolutely irreconcilable contradiction between the high elves living in the Shadow Forest and the drow living in the underground underworld, also known as the dark elves.