crown of stars

Arman Fenorian crossed the training field with his helmet in one hand and broadsword in his hand.

There are many training props in the training ground.The slash marks of different shades are printed on the straw man and the refined armored golem.The archery target was full of arrow holes, and several feathered arrows missed deeply into the wall.More than a dozen people are raising their shields and swords to practice fighting, and steaming white air rises from the top of each furry head.He turned to a remote corner and smiled at the brown-haired young man who was struggling to draw his bow.

"Gwendolyn, how is your practice?" Arman said to the young man in a gentle tone.

"Fortunately, it's improved compared to before." The young man named Gwendelyn replied.Surprisingly, he has a pair of white eyebrows that are different from ordinary people, which makes him always easily recognized in the crowd.

"It's good to make progress." Alman patted the young man's shoulder encouragingly, "I believe you won't shoot Amelia in the shoulder again next time."

Gwendolyn bowed her head in shame.In the last operation to wipe out the Silver Hand and the Shadow Order, he was hit by the opponent's spell, dizzily pointed the weapon at his companion, and shot through the priest Amelia's shoulder.After that, Amelia kept him at arm's length.You know, Amelia has always been the object of his crush, and is preparing to confess in a few days.The god in the extermination operation shot an arrow, directly making him unable to hold his head up in front of Amelia.

Aignor's religious order is strict. Although there will be no personal fights and revenge among members, Gwendelyn clearly feels that the usual close partners are beginning to alienate intentionally or unintentionally.

"I will work hard." Gwendelyn looked at Arman with subtle envy. From the very beginning, he was shrouded in countless auras, and even the always strict judge looked at him differently.Not long ago, the Grand Judge officially awarded him the title of "Saint Mikhail". Compared with him, he was like an ordinary and humble grass.

The paladin continued to move forward, his hair trembling with sweat.

In the training ground, there were harsh knocking sounds of long knives and shields, exhausted gasps, the smell of sweat, and a smell that was too strong, similar to a fox.He has lived here for nearly 60 years, and these unbearable things for ordinary people have been integrated into his blood.

Aegnor's temple in the world is located here. It is named after the holy object of the God of Justice and Judgment, and is called the Court of Libra by the world.It is at the foot of the sacred Secreid Peak, near the bright and clear lake, white, symmetrical, harmonious and perfect, erecting the temple of God with expensive milky white marble.The open flat land by the lake is the training place for the paladins. The cool wind blowing from the water can take away the heat of the knights, and the perennial green willow tree becomes a good place to relax.

The paladin walked back through the smoky training ground and back into the atrium.The huge fountain is still there, a main fountain and twelve surrounding small fountains, spouting spring water full of healing energy day and night, still like an unpredictable flower of light in the dark.On both sides of the fountain are strip-shaped long flowerbeds. The lavender carefully cultivated by paladins and priests is swaying in the wind, and the clear and slightly pungent aroma is vaguely absent.

Yarman tugged at the cold and sticky coat on his chest. The sweat-soaked clothes just now had been completely cooled by the cold wind in early spring.He crossed the flowerbed and went back to his room.Sweating profusely and praying to Agnor with disheveled clothes, there is no doubt that it is disrespectful to the gods.

Like all devout followers of Agnor, Arman maintains a rather simple lifestyle.There are only a few unpainted tables and chairs in the room, a jug of clean water, a basket of figs, grapes, olives and black bread for lunch, armor, shields, bows and arrows, and guns are all placed where they should be, and they are well maintained. Shiny.In the habit of reading, Yarman carved out a bookshelf on the wall next to the narrow bed where he could only curl up to sleep, and used it to place books that recorded ancient knowledge and poetry. His reading comprehension was also collected into a volume. At the bottom of the bookshelf.

Yarman didn't follow the trend to take a rest on the bed, but stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water wave away the exhaustion after training.When he reopened the door, the slanting light illuminated that sculpturally handsome face.

The drops of water dripping from the slightly curly copper-colored hair soaked the white robe, and Arman walked through the perfectly symmetrical knight dormitory, ready to pray to God.The central sanctuary enshrines the icon of Aignor, and the atonement and prayer chambers spread out from the two wings of the sanctuary.Looking down from the Secreid Peak, the sanctuary and the fountain are connected as one, like the central axis of the balance, the quiet rooms on both sides become the beams of the balance, and the rooms of the knights are Tinu, connected as two trays. arsenal and stables.

Arman pushed open the door of the sanctuary, and the stained glass windows cast dappled light and shadows.The chief judge put his hands in his sleeves and looked up at the huge portrait of the god in the middle, and the servant waving his wings was flying on the round arched white dome.

"The chief judge." Arman lowered his voice, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the gods.

The presiding judge raised his eyes from the dim candlelight, and saw the tall and straight figure of the red-haired knight.

"You did not live up to the title of 'Mikhail'." The presiding judge nodded with satisfaction, "You have always been the first."

Arman shook his head.

"There is no difference between coming early and playing. I believe that other partners are no less devout to God than I am."

But there is always a difference in strength. The chief judge realized that this sentence should not be said by him, so he silently handed him a thick butter candle, and asked him to stay in the quiet room until the candle burned out. room, pray to God.

The door of the sanctuary was suddenly smashed open with a loud bang.

"The chief judge! There is an echo!"

"Lyon, be quiet, you don't need to yell here." The presiding judge's face turned from sunny to cloudy, and the gap between his brows could even kill insects.

"I'm sorry." The short-haired young man who broke in bowed deeply to the icon of the god, and touched his left chest with his right hand, "I have no intention of desecrating the palace of the God of Libra."

Yarman stopped, and the tallow candle in his hand had not been lit, so he could stay here and share information from the presiding judge.

"Leon, what happened?"

Leon turned his head and saw the paladin standing aside. He was wearing a thin linen robe and holding a candle in his hand, apparently about to pray to God.

"Mikhail is here too." The blond youth said reluctantly, like a lion meeting an opponent, "then let's all come and listen."

"The recent situation in the Principality of Delga is not stable. Our informants there found traces of the activities of the Silver Hand and the Shadow Order in the capital, but those people are quite cautious and there is no direct evidence. I suggest that we set off immediately , exterminate those dirty rats, and help the king to calm down the chaos."

The presiding judge and the paladin exchanged glances.

"I agree with the idea of ​​destroying the evil sect, but further investigation is necessary, otherwise it is likely to fall into a trap and fall into a hard fight." Alman affirmed Leon's high fighting spirit against evil, and then refuted the second half of the blond youth, " The king's matter is resolved by the king, and it cannot be involved too deeply."

"Why? Aignor brought order and stability to the world, so we have to sit back and watch a country go into chaos?" Leon asked eagerly. Since he failed to compete with Arman for "Mikhail", he hoped to start from every Beat the paladins in every possible way, and this time is no exception.

"Don't jump to conclusions until the matter has fully surfaced. What you think is evil may not be evil, and what you think is righteous may be just hypocrisy. If helping one party too early is exactly evil, then the established order will also It needs to be overthrown, and that will do more harm to the people."

But this was not enough to convince Leon, he continued to ask persistently:

"Should we just give up such an opportunity to spread the glory of our Lord, and let evil and conspiracy rage in the Principality of Delga? Isn't evil and justice a matter of black and white?"

If you put a detect alignment spell on everyone from the king to the baron, it's almost [-]% evil auras.

The paladins have struggled to organize their language to reach their current status, and they can also come into contact with some unknown sex.For example, all rulers are evil, and the Court of Libra has to tolerate the existence of this group of blood-sucking moths.Because they can maintain the order of the entire society and will not let the world fall into disordered chaos.For another example, nobles are not weak little sheep. They raise assassins, enshrine mages, and donate a lot of wealth to other gods and churches. Once the church shows its intention to interfere with the kingship, it will be attacked by groups.As long as the Agnol Church wants to develop, then these have to be tolerated.

The church seems to be strong, but in fact there are many things that need to be compromised, and Leon just ignores this point.

The quarrel between the two became louder and louder, gradually becoming unbearable.

"Okay." The presiding judge tapped the small hammer used for the trial, and the crisp sound echoed in the church, "Put aside the matter of the Principality of Delga for the time being, and wait for more detailed information. Precious, don't spill blood needlessly in conspiracy."

"I'm sorry." Leon lowered his head, feeling unhappy about the judge's favoritism towards Arman, "I will do penance for the next three months to make up for my stupid suggestion that nearly got my partner involved in a conspiracy. "

After the blond youth left angrily, Arman stretched out the candle to the flame, ready to resume the interrupted prayer preparations.As he was leaving, he heard the old and kind voice of the presiding judge:

"Yarman, come here to find me after you're done. I have something to tell you."

The author has something to say:

Good card.....good liver.....let's update it on New Year's Day, I'm going to sleep Zzzzzz