Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

"Since you have made up your mind to die for this, then things will be easy." Evandel said coldly, "According to the rules of the church, repent before dying, maybe your god will forgive you, let You don't have to go to hell for your lies and calculations."

Palos looked at Evandel in surprise. He knew that Evandel was very upset now, but he didn't expect the mage to be so angry that he wanted to kill Cecil.

The pastor who was about to die was extremely calm: "... God doesn't listen to people's prayers at all, and he doesn't care how much suffering there is in this world. We can only rely on ourselves. I have no ability to eradicate them, so I did my best. There is nothing that can be done to repent."

"Well, I gave you a chance."

"Evandel, calm down!" Seeing that the mage really wanted to kill Cecil, Palos quickly grabbed his arm and persuaded him, "He lied to us, it's really wrong, but you really want to kill Cecil for this." Kill him for a trivial matter?"

"Is it a small matter to deceive me and use me?" said Evandel sharply. "Because he is a priest, you suddenly become kind and just. Did you think of many of the Baron's men when you killed them just now?" Maybe you just followed him for a living, didn't do anything particularly serious, and you shouldn't be guilty of death, but you killed them without even giving them a chance to plead."

Palos still persuaded him patiently: "...At that time when the two sides met with swords, it was not the time to consider who deserved to die, but now Cecil is unarmed in front of us, and he knows that we will find his use. The one who can hide with the familiarity of the terrain, but didn’t go anywhere, but waited here, bravely took responsibility, even so, do you want to kill him?”

"Do you have any misunderstandings about me? Although I occasionally show kindness, but most of the time I kill people without blinking an eye, and I never pretend to be fair and just. This world is a world where the weak prey on the strong. Since I have the power to kill and kill, I have to do it." What matter, who to kill or who to save depends on one's own preferences, you think he can't be guilty of deceiving me and using me, but I really hate him and want to kill him, what are you going to do?"

Evandel crossed his arms and looked at Palos. No matter how nice he said, it was false. When the two really disagreed, he wanted to see how far Palos would go to defend the little priest.

Palos frowned, and after a moment of silence he sighed and said, "I don't really understand why you insist on doing this, but I trust your judgment."

"Oh?" Evandel raised his eyebrows, "Even if I'm just venting my anger?"

"If you know that you are venting your anger and venting your personal anger, you still want to do it." Palos looked at Cecil and sighed again, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, thank you." Cecil actually thanked him, "You were also deceived and used by me. You didn't need to defend me like this, but you still did it."

Cecil's thanks made Palos feel ashamed, Phils patted him on the shoulder thoughtfully and said, "Let me do it."

He knew that Palos would definitely not be able to deal with such a young priest, but Phils didn't care who he killed or not. He drew his dagger and walked forward: "It will be over soon..."

"Wait a minute!" Cecil stopped abruptly.

Evandel snorted softly: "Isn't it too late to regret it now?"

"I'm not going to plead for myself, I just ask you one thing, don't do anything here... don't let the children see."

"...Okay." Evandel did not refuse the request.

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He gave the little pastor a little time, and Cecil said goodbye to the children, saying that he and Avondel were going to the city to do errands, and they would be away for a long time, and told them to take good care of the priest, and don't be lazy in farm work, or it will be winter will starve.

The little girl Amy vaguely sensed something was wrong with Cecil's tone, he grabbed the corner of the pastor's robe uneasily, and asked timidly, "Then when will you come back?"

"...Maybe I won't come back." Cecil patted her head, "Amy, you are already an adult, take care of them more in the future, understand?"

"...Well." Amy was tearful, very reluctant to part, but also knew that since Cecil said that he wanted to leave, they couldn't shake the pastor's decision, so they could only watch Cecil get into the carriage reluctantly with the children.

The carriage drove away from the small town slowly, and Cecil sat in a corner very calmly after getting on the carriage, looking at the back of his feet intently, without saying anything.

He was like a prisoner being escorted to the execution ground, resigned to his fate and waiting for the arrival of death. This last journey seemed extraordinarily long to him. During this period, Palos kindly gave him food, but the priest had no appetite to refuse. up.

It wasn't until Palos and the others started camping that Cecil realized that the long distance was not an illusion. The carriage had already driven for a day.

The pastor fell asleep next to the fire wrapped in an animal skin blanket, and Phils, who was on watch at night, carved a piece of wood with a dagger boredly. After a while, he thought the work was too ugly and threw it into the fire before he went to harm the next piece of wood.

In the only tent, Evandel and Palos huddled under the same bed and whispered.

"You didn't actually intend to kill him, did you?" Palos asked.

"Well, I just wanted to scare him, but then I thought it would be better to take him to meet someone." Evandel traced Palos' chin and Adam's apple with his fingers, and said softly, "If I really kill him This pastor, you will be disappointed in me."

"...It will be a little bit." Palos said truthfully.

"But I always have a different view on some things than you." Evandel said, "If one day I do something that does not meet your expectations, will you leave me because of it?"

"No." Palos grabbed his finger and kissed him, "You don't know how much I love you, I will betray the church for my conscience, but even if I violate my conscience, I will stand by your side .”

Evandel smiled softly: "You are so kind to me, sooner or later you will spoil me."

"But I always feel like I'm not doing enough."

The longer they were together, the deeper Palos' fascination with Avondel became, especially after experiencing the nightmare of the Nightmare Lord last time, every minute and every second he spent with the mage felt great. Fortunately, even if the mage sometimes forces him to do something that makes him feel extremely embarrassed, as long as he thinks about the experience he believed to be true in the nightmare, Palos feels that as long as Evandel is still with him Together, nothing is unbearable.

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Cecil couldn't understand their intentions at all. He thought that Avondel would take him to the wilderness and kill him, but they took him all the way south, gave him food, and let him sleep by the fire at night. Next to it, until the city of Estor.

Surely they wouldn't kill a priest in town, so what the hell were they going to do?

Avondel didn't care what the little priest was struggling with and fearing. After he was settled in the hotel, he went out shopping, and of course Palos followed him step by step.

It's already deep winter, and even though there are thin snowfalls in the sky from time to time, you can't see any snow. Estor City is far from the freezing atmosphere in the north, and even Palos doesn't feel like wearing armor. cold.

Because the New Year is approaching, the streets are relatively lively. Vendors from south to north are selling all kinds of goods. People are stocking up on various food and celebration items to prepare for the New Year. Avondel is mainly here to buy supplies for the journey and investigate by the way. Take a look at the prices, record the prices of cotton, pig iron, wheat, salt, etc. on a piece of parchment, and occasionally stop for some special goods.

He took a fancy to a hairpin at a street stall of a traveling merchant. The hairpin was long and slender and well-proportioned, with a budding lily on the head and a small gemstone wrapped around it.This is obviously an elf-style accessory. Palos has seen elf girls use this kind of thin hairpin to twist their long hair into complicated buns, and there are often human craftsmen to cater to the picky tastes of nobles. Imitate the style of the elves to create ornaments, maybe this is a smuggled product from the elves.

Seeing that Evandel bought the hairpin for three silver coins, Palos felt a little uncomfortable again, he endured it for a while, and decided to ask: "Which girl do you want to give it to? "

"I plan to give it to you." Evandel said as a matter of course.

Palos would be happy if the mage gave him anything, but he had never seen a mage give something useless to others, so the templar asked puzzledly: "But I don't need this, and I don't have long hair. "

Evandel said with a serious face: "Who said it was for your hair, don't you think it's long and short, thick and thin, so it fits somewhere?"