Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

Yalan interrupted the descending spell, which is said to have originated tens of thousands of years ago, in the ancient times, when the world was not as it is today, so the supreme gods could still more or less intervene in the human world, the gods used the descending spell to transform themselves A little bit of thinking fell to the most loyal believers. Later, this spell became a taboo in the light magic, because later generations of humans differentiated it into two different spells, one is like the one used by Yalan, which acts on Between spellcasters who trust each other, the other is used-forcibly controlling the body.

That was not a wonderful experience, both for the caster and the recipient.

The holy white knight not only interrupted Yalan's spell, but also his thoughts. The holy white knight Mevis came to his cage, stretched out his hand to touch the iron fence carefully, and confirmed that the runes on it were intact and clear, and they were still functioning. usual.

Afterwards, he looked at Yalan for a while. Although he didn't show any expression, Yalan felt that he could hear the whizzing sound of the knight's brain. When Yalan thought that he would be charged with some inexplicable crime again, he was surprised , the knight lowered his head slightly imperceptibly, counting it as etiquette.

"Light magic?" He leaned very close, and the conversation was only within the range of the two of them.

——He actually found out?

"Unexpected?" Yalan replied.

Meiweis didn't know his unexpected identity, or that he, as a holy white knight, had discovered the magic of light—ordinary holy white knights should have no sensitivity to spells other than the power of the undead. Afterwards, Yalan laughed in a low voice and said, "I mean, I didn't expect there to be such a sensitive person among the holy white knights."

"Does it mean that I discovered that you were performing some kind of light magic just now?" Mevis confirmed.

Yalan nodded.

"It's really unexpected." Mevis said the same thing, but what he said was that a priest of light was actually accused of being a necromancer.

——The usual method of undead hunters is to rely on reporting and exposing. Mages are usually good at hiding their whereabouts, especially mages who conduct illegal research. They will be run away alive, so many evil mages were reported because they did not pay close attention to the victims. There were even a few mages who were about to reach the level of the big devil. Informed, these successful cases make Kantana Roa Temple form a fatal flaw——

The Holy White Knights represented by Mevis put too much trust in the victim's identification.

The Holy White Knights may have been criticized for their style of conduct, but they are not stupid, let alone the kind of fools who blindly think that all darkness and death are evil. Their hatred of undead spells comes from their personal experience, from their understanding of Undead spells do have a deep understanding.

Therefore, Mevis knows that the Holy Light and the power of the undead cannot coexist-the Holy Light appears in the hands of this spellcaster, which will be the most irrefutable counter-evidence. This alone directly shows that the whistleblower is deliberately framed .

Yalan often travels north and south, so he restrains the power of light perfectly. Not to mention Mevis, maybe two high-level archmages may come, and he may not be able to find out that he is a priest of light when he is not casting spells. Thanks to the Arcane runes, those runes didn't completely take away Yalan's ability to cast spells, but they did reduce his ability to hide a bit.

Therefore, Meivis, who knew everything, quickly understood the whole story, but the knight's attitude changed so quickly, he didn't look like a holy white knight known for his brutality and stubbornness, even Yalan was shocked.

"You can still cast spells when the anti-magic rune is about to stick to your face, which means that you can only come from one place - the core of the light belief. Forgive my offense, but you could have clarified immediately, and I I think you also have the ability to directly destroy the cage, but you don't." Meiweis continued to explain, "I can assume that you don't want to reveal your identity, but right now, I think there are one or more necromancers trying to frame you in the dark. , or at least causing trouble for you, I am ashamed that the Holy White Knight has become an accomplice."

Yalan looked at the red-haired knight approvingly, and said, "You also changed my impression of Kantana Loa Temple in an instant."

"I'm really sorry." Mavis lowered his head, pretending to check the shackles on Yalan's hands.

"No, we discovered a conspiracy because of this, didn't we?" Yalan moved uncomfortably in the cage, "Don't let me go, please continue to treat me as a captured criminal, this may paralyze enemy."

Treat a priest of light who may be respected and admired with the same attitude as an evil necromancer?This really made Mevis frowned. The knight's heart was filled with remorse for catching innocents by mistake, so why continue to torture him in cruel ways?

"One person is right. Our style of conduct is too simple and rough." Mavis whispered.

"I think I guessed who said that. I have to say, if I knew that you are an upright and steady knight, I might have told you in secret, thank you for willing to keep my identity a secret." Yalan said He glanced at the tent not far away from the corner of his eyes, retracted his gaze, and huddled in the cage, his posture was extremely uncomfortable, but his expression was calm as if he was on vacation, even he looked much more relaxed than Meivis, and then he said, "Don't worry, I am a priest, so you don’t need to worry about hurting me, it will be more realistic, and when you release me, I can heal everything in the blink of an eye.”

"...that offends."

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mavis raised the whip in his hand and slapped the iron cage viciously-this would cause the cage to shake violently, and the iron thorns wrapped around the cage would mercilessly pierce the prisoner's flesh inside. skin.

"Give me peace!" Mavis roared with a voice that could scare the courage of a strong man, the roar was like a violent lion roaring, he poked Yalan's throat with a whip, and roared: "Despicable spellcaster , if I find out that you have made any small moves, I will send you to the stake immediately!"

Although the camp of the Holy White Knight was far away from the camp of the trapped people, it was all in the open air. Mevis roared so frighteningly. point.

Mavis returned to his own tent, where another suspect was being handcuffed.

"It seems that you recognize the Priest of Light outside?" He looked at Kevin coldly—Kevin was tied to an iron frame. As soon as he came in, the real necromancer kept staring at him fiercely. Fortunately, Necromancers have yet to invent spells that can be cast with sight.

Kevin sneered: "Your IQ has increased slightly in the past ten years."

The merciless ridicule from the mage embarrassing Mavis again for mistakenly capturing the Priest of Light was so stupid.

—Mavis blushed uncontrollably in front of the prisoner.

"Heh, you can be arrested if someone reports it, do you still think it's right?" Kevin seemed to be complacent, and was about to stick to this topic.

Meivis was not interested in this topic, so he said with a cold face: "Find out the facts, there is absolutely no way that the caster of the light magic is a necromancer, but you——you haven't cleared your suspicions, because you are indeed an undead Mage, you did cast a curse on the victim, and you were not wrongly arrested."

Kevin looked at Mevis, and had already imagined countless wonderful plans to make this knight die without a place to bury him.

But Meiweis then asked: "So, your Shadow Moon Temple is jointly carrying out some kind of action with the Temple of Light?"

Kevin leaned on the iron frame, trying to make the shackles less uncomfortable, and to Mavis's question, Kevin said impatiently again: "Why, you are also like some pedantic, whose brains are dominated by money and whores. Like the idiot nobles with full breasts, what kind of theocracy do you think we Shadowmoon wants to join forces with the Temple?"

"I'm a Kantanaroa Temple Knight." Meiweis had a straight face, and finally he could reply confidently, "I am also a supporter of theocracy."

Kevin gave him a blank look: "Then what nonsense are you asking! Of course Shadow Moon and the Temple jointly dispatched because of something!"

"I just want to make sure that I didn't destroy any critical missions, or what else I can do to fix it. But since you don't want to cooperate at all, then you can continue to be a prisoner." Meivis snorted, "If I catch If you don't reach the lich you mentioned, I can only take you back to the temple as the main criminal and return to life."

The priest let out a laugh, as if hearing a joke.

"It also depends on whether you have the ability."

Then he turned his wrist lightly, a purple spell climbed up the heavy shackles from his fingertips, and with a click, the fine iron chains fell like rotten iron that had been weathered and decayed for hundreds of years.

Mevis backed away in shock, and pulled out his sword reflexively. After Kevin regained his freedom, he stood indifferently, with his hands wrapped in the wide sleeves of the mage's robe, gently rubbing his swollen wrists.

Mevis looked extremely astonished: "You... that's a bracelet with an anti-magic rune!"

"Mevis." Kevin called his name for the second time, "Obviously you didn't take the outside world's evaluation of Shadow Mage seriously. Your impression of me won't be the same as it was ten years ago, right?"

He raised his foot and trampled the rotten chains into slag, then said with a smile: "You still say that you are not an old antique with a rigid thinking?"

Mevis was obviously embarrassed again. He and the priest were relatively speechless in the small tent. They seemed to have developed some indescribable interest in the broken iron chain, and they stared at the iron chain in unison, waiting for the other party to start. Open your mouth.

The patience of mages is not as good as that of knights, but their arrogance is enough to allow Kevin to maintain an indifferent and malicious image, delaying until Mavis surrenders first.

Mevis whispered: "If it wasn't you who appeared in that trap, but other Shadow Moon priests, I might not be so impulsive to arrest people. The Shadow Moon Temple is a hall worthy of respect."

Kevin hummed, not knowing what to think.

"So..." Mavis paused, and said, "I admit, the more reason for arresting you is..."

"Personal grievances." Kevin continued indifferently, "I see, you almost wrote your dislike for me on your forehead. Okay, we figured out the ins and outs, but I don't have time to talk to you for ten years now It’s an old account from before, and now there are indeed unknown enemies hiding outside, which may even endanger the Galaxy Fortress and even the entire human kingdom. If you can’t help but add to the chaos, then I don’t mind using my undead army to send you back to Kantanaro Yashen Temple, let's see who is ashamed when the time comes."

Although he said that he didn't have time to turn over old accounts, but no matter how you listen to these words, there is still a lot of resentment.

After he finished speaking in one go, he felt that there was still a key point missing, and he added emphatically: "Bloodletting is a medical spell!"

Mavis: "..."

After speaking, Kevin raised his feet contentedly and was about to leave.As a result, Meiweis quickly dragged him back.

"What are you doing!" Kevin growled, "let go!"

"Are you going out like this? The Necromancer I just caught went out again in less than 3 minutes?" Mevis did not show weakness, and said tit for tat: "Since you think the situation is critical, can you stop making trouble for each other!"

Kevin broke free from his hand, stood inside the tent, and rubbed the wrinkles on his clothes with disgust, "Then tell me, what should I do."

Mevis looked at him for a while, then silently rummaged through the luggage, and took out a set of holy white knight uniforms: "Change to this."

Kevin stared at the holy white emblem with extreme disgust, looking like he was about to spit it out.

"Do you want to wear it or not? If you don't wear it, put it in an iron cage!"

The priest grabbed the clothes angrily, and began to tear at his own robe angrily.