The target Vest is the ultimate boss

Due to the time conflict between commissioning and investigation, Kanas made an appointment with the tutor to postpone the retake.

This was already in his plan.Sid's birthday always fell into the investigation class, and he didn't want to celebrate Sid's birthday in the field every year.

The Witch's Castle is located in the Heri Desert.

The Heli Desert is spreading out every year, and its reputation is almost comparable to that of the dark magic city. The hot wind blowing from the desert to the fields will always burn the fertile soil into dry land, bringing droughts that affect thousands of people.

The sun that steams and bakes the sand is like a mirror in purgatory.Kanas didn't lead a horse, he borrowed a camel from a resident living on the border of Heli.A ship of the desert is more reliable than horses and mules in the dunes of Heli.

Force Field Shields cannot be used in the Heli Desert.The temperature of the magic is not enough to melt the sand and gravel, and the scattered gravel is gathered on the shield surface engraved with runes, which will prevent the camel from seeing ahead.

A hot dry wind blew towards the two of them, and Kanas wrapped Sid in his robe, but Sid was still covered in sand from the sky.

Kanas laughed and cleaned his face, picking the grit out of his hair.

Although the balm was applied beforehand, the son's cheeks were scratched with many red marks.Canias applied freezing potion to Sid's burns, and sighed softly, "I thought you were going to cry."

Sid was dazed by the high temperature, squinted his eyes, and his tone became vague like the air in the desert: "I like this place."

The Holy Son has not been to many places, and the books in the library and the adventure stories Courteney occasionally tells are all his experience.

There are several hyacinth-covered mountains and islands in the mainland, and several fish-scale islands. Sidchelt really wants to know whether the tip of the beautiful and magnificent snowfield belongs to the elves or the dragons.

After all, he is the Son of Light who regards rolling in the mud as his lifelong pursuit.I can't bear even this bit of suffering, and it's too unreasonable.

After the hot wind swept through, they heard the sound of animals' thatch-wrapped feet on the sand.

A few human figures appeared in the sharp-edged dust.Dazzling light reflected from their bayonets and chest badges, and the two gradually saw the faces of the comers.

A group of strong and strong fighters, they belong to the Xilin Mercenary Group.

Sid remembers how they seemed to be scolded by Courteney for a temporary price increase.

Members of the mercenary group also saw Canias and Sid.

They passed by the two of them in silence, and a mercenary with a sword on his leg bumped into the camel without paying attention.

Sid frowned, stretched out his fingers, and softly bounced the mercenary's horse away with the foam light armor.

The horse neighed and changed its course, and the mercenary almost fell off the horse.

"Look the way, little one!" he swore.

The man leading the mercenary choked his mouth: "An academic pastor?"

Brewster Gary, the head of the Xilin Mercenary Group, approached the two of them on his horse.His horse had a scar on its face that made it look as fierce as its master.

"Wild bastards from which church school?" He looked at the two young men, "Can you silently send holy armor... students directly under the Holy Academy?"

There was a stench of contempt in his mouth when he said "academic."In the eyes of bandit-born mercenaries, the youngsters who came out of the academy were just a group of larvae with no hair off, only suitable for lying in the library and eating books, or being trampled into pulp by them.

Gary is one of them.

Canias slowly drew a short blade from the back of Sid's boot, knocking down the arrowhead thrown by the archer.

Sid turned his head when he heard the voice, and in the sunlight of the desert, the blade was refracted into a circle of rainbow light.The paladin with his back to the light lowered his eyes, patted his head, and told him to sit down.

"We are members of the Healer's Association." Kanas suppressed his voice, "There is a mission in the association, and we are going to Heli Castle to explore the way."

The spell of light is monopolized by the church under the Holy Academy, and the Healers Association is a gathering place for folk priests.Relying on the spells learned by wandering the streets from the church or stealing from the audience, healers with rich field experience also occupy a place in the mercenary regiment.

The pastor of Xilin happened to leave the team because he questioned the unfair distribution of the leader, and there was a shortage of healers right now.

Gary snorted and slapped the horse's ass.

"Come on, brat," he cursed. "We're going to Helicastle too, and we're going to behead that old hag."

Sid had never heard of the name of the Association of Healers, but from the conversation between Canias and Gary, he could vaguely know what a "Healer" generally does.

He cast doubtful eyes on Kanas.

Kanias knew what his little son was thinking again, and a cluster of white flames ignited in his palm, which was the breath of light elements.

Sid watched silently, hugged the hump in front of him, and moved himself away from Kanas.

Before he lent the books of the Holy Academy to the paladins, in fact, he just gave Kanas a psychological comfort.Due to racial restrictions, dark creatures have almost zero talent for light spells.

But Kanas actually learned.

Terrible.

With the Xilin mercenary group in front to block the wind, there was much less sand and dust blowing around them.

Kanias puts Sid on the goggles he bought from the dwarves.Sid clutched the soft rope behind the lens, looked up and saw rare green cacti planted in the distant desert, the phantom of the city trembled in the air, and a huge dragon walked through the mirage.

Sid grew up in a temperate and humid zone, and had never witnessed a desert scene.

He was watching with great interest, and suddenly heard a series of laughter.Looking around, he found a few unfriendly eyes.

Despite the disguise with ointment masks and hair dye, the son's face is still surprisingly beautiful.The mercenaries walking behind were already discussing in whispers, which corner of the continent did the little black-haired beauty riding a camel come from.

In the middle of the night, this fly-like discussion became more intense.Someone lined up the cartons of cigars collected recently on the ground, and bet who could win the heart of that golden-eyed beauty first.

In the world of mercenaries, whether it is a man or a woman who likes each other, it is the embodiment of sentiment.Courteney had worked hard in the mercenary team, and before the two left, she also told Sid Baker.

Sending her dear little Naipa to the pack of wolves was something only that unknown species named Alder could have imagined.

But when Sid actually heard three or 40-year-old men holding beer and discussing the experience of picking up girls with their peers, or using sexual experience as a topic of conversation, Sid still felt uncomfortable all over.

As the aloof and cold son of the Xiling Plateau in the Guangming Holy Academy who never changed his face after the collapse of the Xiling Plateau, this is considered a dereliction of duty.

But today he's Toby Alder, and he can be a bit more willful.

— What Canias said.

Canias went out to forage, leaving only Sid and their camels by the bonfire that belonged to outsiders.

The light of the fire on the rocks behind him made the lone foreign priest look weak and easy to bully.

Wrapped in Kanas' scarf and dark cloak, he hugged his knees and looked up.The moonlight was shrouded in a flour-like veil, and the dry and cold wind whizzed past behind the rock pile.

It was already late at night, and the mercenaries were still making noise.Their bedtime is a mystery.

Sid smelled a smell of meat wafting over.He looked around and saw a shaky figure approaching with a plate of meat.

"Little beauty, would you like to have a drink with my brothers?" The drunkard asked with a playful smile, and there were echoing voices behind him.

Sid retreated to the rock behind, and put a light armor outside.

And this can't stop the mercenaries from provoking and wrangling.

The man was blushed by the alcohol, and sang a mourning song drunkenly: "Herley's night scorpion squirmed, your brother disappeared without a trace, and the shining poisonous needle pierced the hole of the corpse! Ah! What a poor man!" , Poor thing."

The mercenary who came with him was also laughing.

They had just made a bet on how long it would take the most outstanding seductresses in the Xilin Mercenary Group to accept the beauties from outside. Most of them bet "impossible".

These guys are a little loud.Sid took out earplugs and plugged them.

The mercenary said a lot of explicit words again, seeing Sid pretending not to hear, his face became a little dark.

In fact, mercenaries are not serious.If outsiders give back a few smiles, if they decline politely, they will not force it.

Sid never played with words like that.As experienced swordsmen of the quasi-A-level mercenary regiment, there are not many people who can coldly refuse their invitation.

What's more, the person in front of him was originally a foreigner, and their boss only allowed him to join the team because he thought it would be useful.

The leading mercenary threw the barbecue in his hand to the ground, and drew out the cold sword pinned to his waist.

"Unlock the defense, don't toast or eat fine wine." He ordered with a stinky face, "Otherwise I'm going to break in, little beauty."

Sid did not respond to his threats.

Looking at the mainland, the Xilin Mercenary Corps is also considered a first-class team.

But Guangming Shengzi's vision has been different from that of ordinary mainlanders since he was a child.He has been surrounded by the best swordsmen since he was a child.

In his opinion, these people are just half-assed swordsmen.During the day he saw them making moves with their companions.Sid didn't know much about weapons like swords, but when they pulled the swords out of their scabbards—not to mention Canias, even compared with the North Paladins, their aura was much worse.

One is underground and the other is in the sky.

The mercenaries didn't think so.The audience even mourned for the little beauty in their hearts.

It is not difficult for Xilin's swordsman to cut off the light armor.Compared with professional mages, the armor energy released by priests is much smaller.What's more, the foam holy armor is the low-level magic shield with the worst defense.

Their original healers suffered as well.So then he rolled off.

The leader swung his sword and slashed.

Under their astonished gazes, the sharp blade was bounced off by the holy armor.

The Holy Son's comprehension of the spell of light is beyond the reach of the Pope. Even with the most fragile light armor, he can exert more powerful power than ordinary priests releasing advanced spells.

But even if he gave the mercenary 1 courage, he didn't dare to guess that the person sitting in front of him was such a superior person.According to his meager experience, he only thought that he drank too much alcohol and didn't use his strength properly.

So he clenched the hilt of the sword again, and slashed at the glowing shield.

He used [-]% of his strength before, but this time he used [-]%.As a result, the light armor was not disassembled, and there was a gap in his sword.

Only then did the group of apprentices realize that something was wrong.While shocked, they did not see the light element quietly condensing behind the Son.

That song just now was very rude.Sid didn't like the way they cursed their paladins.

He's Toby Alder now, in the tradition of Cañas, and should be able to get revenge.

The vast magic essence gathered into a magic pattern engraving in the palm of the Holy Son.But it wasn't yet formed, and Sid heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Get out of here, everyone."

These words carry the icy aura of "field".The mercenaries saw the companion of the outsider walking quietly step by step under the pale moonlight of the desert.

This man claimed to be from the Association of Healers, but his height, body shape, muscles, and eyes were all far from the kind of gentle and gentle healers.

People who practice swordsmanship are most sensitive to momentum.For a moment, they thought they had provoked a giant humanoid crawling out of the abyss.

Mercenaries cherish their lives the most.

They fled quite simply.

When Canias came to Sid, Sid had erased the rune in his palm, put away the holy armor, sat down obediently, and looked up at him.

The young man stretched out his hand and touched the tip of the Son's nose.The cold Qinghui outlined his fingers into the bones of a dragon.

"Toby Alder," under the moonlight, the paladin was condescending, looking down at the holy son sitting in front of the rock pile, "so many people are surrounding you with knives, won't you slip?"