Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

The Knights Templar is an armed force affiliated to the church. Just like other clergy, they cannot own their own private property and will not receive a salary. Instead, the church provides them with food, clothing, housing and everything they need, regardless of Be it weapons and equipment or daily necessities, the Templars will never lack anything in their lives. If they want to have something extra, it is a violation of the commandment of "greed" and will be punished by dogma.

If the Templar is married, the church will provide housing and food for his wife and children, and let his children go to church schools. His identity took care of his life, and he was buried in the church cemetery after his death.

Many Templars lived their lives with little exposure to the world outside the Church, where they grew up, trained, served, fought for the Church and took pride in this selfless devotion. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·History"

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This village is really small, with only one inn. Because of the rain, the villagers and the workers from the nearby logging field have no other entertainment. The hotel looked very lively.

When Evandel opened the door and came in, the hotel was quiet for a moment, and everyone turned their heads curiously to look at the uninvited guests in the rainy night.

"Welcome, welcome!" The innkeeper greeted him warmly. After all, travelers can always spend more money than local villagers. When Evandel took off the slightly plain cloak, revealing the well-cut and gold-embroidered cloak underneath. Wearing a lace coat, the innkeeper's eyes lit up even more: "It's hard work to still be on the road in such bad weather. Hurry up and enjoy the fire. How many people have you brought?"

"Three." Avondel glanced into the hotel, "I can't seem to sit down?"

"How is it possible, even if I hang everyone else on the ceiling, I want you to sit down."

A few villagers who just occupied a seat and didn’t pay for it were pushed away by the innkeeper with a playful smile on their faces, and gave them an empty table closest to the stove. Palos and Phils put their wet luggage by the door , dripping water all over his body, entered the inn. When Alkai, who was walking at the end, approached with his wolf, the innkeeper quickly shook his hand and said, "You can't bring such a big dog into the inn. It will scare me." Daughter's!"

Alkai said indifferently: "Grey Wind is a wolf."

The innkeeper gasped: "Wolf can't do it!"

Evandel looked back at the silent elf worriedly. He knew that this old friend's temper was not good, but Arkai didn't say anything, just patted his wolf, turned and walked into the rain.

Palos said in surprise: "Mr. Alkai...well, won't Alkai come in?"

"Don't worry about it. For him, sleeping in a tree is more reassuring than sleeping in a room with walls on all sides."

"But it's still raining outside."

Evandel smiled: "Believe me, this won't cause him any trouble."

The innkeeper took them to the table with some apologies, and asked while wiping the table: "What is the name of this master?"

"Resalian." Evandel made up a name casually. Neither Palos nor Phils had come up with a pseudonym for themselves. Fortunately, the innkeeper regarded them all as followers and did not ask.

Many of the guests in the hotel were staring at Phils non-stop, whispering and guessing why this person was so dark, Phils dissatisfied: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen a black man?"

The innkeeper hurriedly said: "Don't worry about these uninformed country folks, after all, no black-skinned people have ever come to such a northern place."

"Then we have it now." Phils said bluntly, knocking on the table, "Hurry up and bring us something to eat, it needs to be hot."

Walking in the rain exhausted their physical strength, and Evandel didn't like the noisy and crowded environment, so the few of them hurriedly filled their stomachs and went back to their room to sleep.

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It was still raining the next day, but the rain was much lighter. Avondel had no intention of rushing in the rain, and slept until noon before getting up.

He yawned and went downstairs. The inn was empty at noon. The boss lit a brazier and set up their tents and blankets to bake next to it. Sitting happily on the railing beside him, chatting with the waitress, making her giggle, Alkai carefully sharpened his melee weapon with a whetstone - a long knife that was obviously made by the elves, After Palos said hello to Evandel, he turned his face away and began to focus on the water dripping from the eaves.

Evandell always felt that Palos was a bit strange, as if he had been avoiding his gaze, and he didn't know if it was because of the recent incident or for some other reason.

He decided to find a time to talk to Palos. This young man probably wouldn't lie to him, and even if he would, he wouldn't be able to fool his vicious gaze.

But before that, there is one more thing that must be done, Evandel said to Palos: "You come with me."

Palos followed without knowing why, and Evandel took him to the blacksmith shop in the village. The main job of the blacksmiths here is to polish the saw blades for the lumberyard. In their spare time, they also make some swords and weapons for sale. , but Palos’s equipment has been thrown away. In order not to reveal his identity, even the usual long sword was taken away by Evandel and put into his storage space. Evandel did not want to waste a ready-made sword. Combat power, must buy some new equipment for him.

There really wasn't much good stuff in this kind of rural place, so in the end Avandell chose a rough hard leather armor for him, an ordinary long sword and a leather wooden shield, and let him use it first.

After the two returned to the hotel, the cook had already prepared lunch. The lunch consisted of baked potatoes, stewed vegetable soup, and bacon. Give them: "This is your reward."

"Remuneration?" Phils didn't understand, "What kind of remuneration?"

"Since you follow me to do things, I should pay you, and there will be such a share every month in the future, only a little more." Evandel said, "But relatively, you must follow my instructions in your actions in the future, If you have any ideas and opinions, you can discuss with me, but you are not allowed to make your own decisions, and all the spoils of war are also at my disposal."

Phils was stalking Avandell himself, and he thought it was a matter of course to listen to the mage's arrangement, and he never thought that he would have his own share of the spoils. There is a reward to be paid, he opened the money bag and glanced at it, exclaimed: "My God! I was born and died in the 'Blood Spider' as an assassin with my head in my head, and my monthly income is less than the fraction you gave me! Boss, please let me follow you forever!"

Alkai didn't say anything, and took his share as a matter of course, but after a moment of surprise, Palos pushed the money bag back: "I don't need to be paid."

Evandel raised one eyebrow: "Why?"

"You paid for the expenses of the trip and bought me things. I shouldn't get extra remuneration, and I have never had any private property of my own. Even if you give me money, I don't know what to do with it."

Evandel understands that Palos is not refusing his employment, but because the Templars have never had private property and everything is provided by the church, so in the concept of Palos, he fights for Evandel, so Evandel Paying for daily expenses and buying equipment for him is what it should be, but it's a bit unthinkable to pay extra.

Phils had never seen anyone push the money out of his hand. He put Palos on the shoulder, winked and said: "Money is a good thing. If you don't know how to spend it, I can teach you." .”

Evandel also said: "Yes, keep it. You don't need to demand yourself with the rules and regulations of the Knights Templar. You should learn how to manage your own private property in the future."

Palos was silent for two seconds, then sighed softly: "You are right."

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Evandel spent the whole afternoon sorting out and rewriting his encyclopedia in his room. This time, his teammates were more understanding and would not take the initiative to disturb him no matter when he was writing a book or sleeping. At night, the downstairs gradually After the commotion, Avondell finally thought that it was time to eat.

When he went downstairs, the table was messed up. Alkai had already finished his dinner and left the noisy environment. He probably would not appear again before dawn. Phils was bragging to the hotel waitress, and Palos was spread out on the table. , seems to have lost consciousness.

"What happened to him?" Evandel asked.

"Huh?" Fiers now has time to care about his teammates, "cough cough cough, well... the thing is like this, I think since he has left the church, he should completely abandon the old-fashioned behavior of the past. Live in a miserable life, and seriously feel the beauty of this world..."

Before he could finish his nonsense, Evandel had probably guessed what happened: "You encouraged him to drink and got him drunk."

Firth said with a little guilty conscience: "Who knew that he looked so strong, but could drink so badly..."

Evandel picked up the cup in front of Palos and sniffed it: "...Well, you just give a dwarven spirit to someone who has never drunk it?"

Fils was as quiet as a chicken at the moment. This joke was indeed too much. Fortunately, Evandel didn't mean to blame him, but just said: "Clean up the trouble you caused yourself. You are responsible for moving him back to the room."

Since the employer said so, Phils had no choice but to resign himself to carrying the Templar Knight who was not only taller than him, but also much stronger than him, and climbed upstairs with difficulty amidst the booing of the crowd. Mopping the floor, knocking down on the stairs, muttering inexplicably, still showing no signs of waking up.