After the holy sword is broken

"No money."

The members who were in charge of the church's accounts closed the door with a "bang" the moment they saw Alger.

Well, another closed door.

Alger stepped forward and continued to knock on the door, quarreling over the accounts, and opened the door again. Before he could say anything, he saw a ring being held in front of him.

The accountant stared at it for a while.

"I'm really...how do you have the power ring under the crown?!"

In the words, complex emotions such as unbelievable, heartbroken, incomprehensible, and helpless can be vaguely distinguished.

In the end, he said, full of compromise and sorrow: "What do you want?"

"Topaz. Wine-yellow|coloured, over an inch in diameter."

"You just say you're going to kill me."

"Do you have?"

"Yes, yes."

The voice is full of exhaustion and decadence.

"You wait here."

Watching Alger go away with the topaz, the accountant leaned against the door, like an old father watching his daughter get married, with tears of reluctance in his eyes.

He still didn't forget to entreat the executor to his back in the sunset: "Be nice to it, don't break it again."

Alger waved at him without looking back.

The accountant squatted down dejectedly, and muttered in his mouth: "Oh, after the holy silver, there are precious stones, and I have to prepare for the mourning ceremony recently, the fixed war expenditure at the gate of hell, deficit after deficit, how do I live..."

In the middle of the night, Alger suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep, his muscles tensed, and his whole body exuded an aura of alertness. The power of his perception radiated outwards, covering his surroundings in an instant.

After a few seconds, his consciousness gradually cleared up and he sat up.The curtains were tightly covered, and the room was dark, only the outlines of some furnishings in the house could be vaguely seen.

It was that feeling of being watched again.

Should not.

This is the residence of the religious order, and the invisible protective barrier is always open. No matter it is the power of magic or the erosion of evil, it should not infiltrate.

After sitting quietly for a while, Alger lifted the thin quilt, got off the bed, put on his coat, and opened the door.

The door shaft made a low "squeak" sound.

The light of the two moons shone on her body, dispelling the darkness.

The church at night was peaceful and peaceful, all the lights had been extinguished, only the hut on duty at the gate, and the windows were still lit.

Tonight, the mage Fei Liya is on duty.

When Alger knocked on the door and entered, she was sitting at the table, flipping through a book.It is very thick, and the words in an unknown language on the pages are like tiny insects and flies, densely packed together, and several geometric illustrations with complex compositions can be seen, which is very dizzying to look at.

In his heart, Alger silently respected the mages.

"Your Majesty, are you bothering me?"

"No." Fei Liya closed the book and turned around: "It's so late, I haven't rested yet, what's the matter?"

Philia is a very "quiet" person.The expression is always calm, even if it is smiling or angry, it is still calm.It's like a deep ocean, people can't get to the bottom, but they can draw the power to stabilize the soul from it.

"I feel like I've been prophesied." Alger said while considering his words, "It might not be a prophecy, anyway... it's a feeling of being watched."

Fei Liya pointed to the small stool next to her: "Sit in front of me."

Alger moved the chair according to his words, and sat opposite Fei Liya.

The mage opened his hand and gently stroked the top of his head: "Please bend down a bit, you are too tall."

There was a faint smile between the words.

Alger hurriedly lowered his head.

The tall and handsome executor, bent over, sat quietly in front of the female senior.

His eyes were slightly lowered, his silver-gray pupils were filled with warm and soft light, his thin lips were pursed, and a strand of silver hair slid down his cheeks, as docile as a large dog.

Felia put her hand on top of Alger's head, her face slightly solemn, and the detected magic power spread around Alger, spreading to the unknowable place in the dark.

After a long time, Fei Liya withdrew her hand and shook her head slowly: "Nothing was found."

Alger was also surprised: "That's because my perception went wrong."

Fei Liya bent the corners of her lips, her brows and eyes were gentle: "Don't question yourself casually. The mysterious ocean is vast, and it may just encounter magic beyond our understanding. It is very common. It is not too difficult to penetrate and evade a detection technique.

"Have you done anything special recently?"

Alger opened his mouth, not knowing whether he should reveal it.

Fortunately, Fei Liya is a mage.

She asked: "Is it because of the holy sword? Don't worry, I also participated in that decision-making, it's not a leak."

Alger heaved a sigh of relief, and replied to Fei Liya:

"Probably yes, I had a similar feeling when I first started casting swords, and the blacksmith who participated seemed to think so too."

Fei Liya nodded: "Then, the situation may be a little more complicated. There can be five or six guesses about the general direction, and I'm afraid I can't confirm them one by one. I'll give you a protective spell first, and if there are any changes later, you can Come find me again anytime."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Feilia."

Fei Liya sighed softly, and stretched out her hand towards him. Alger was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head again.

The female mage patted his head twice with her hand, and rubbed the slightly hard silver hair.

"Don't be so restrained, Alger. You always look like you can't let go."

Is he... can't let go?

The next day, when he came to Borgins' masonry room again, the blacksmith was drinking tea. Judging from the number of snacks on the plate and the liquid level of the black tea in the cup, he had been waiting for a long time.

After eating so many desserts, I don't know if I feel better.

"Am I late today?"

Burgess shook his head, beckoning him to step forward.

Alger walked up to him in a daze, and looked down at him.

Burgess looked at him silently for a while, but he was still very unhappy with this posture of looking up, and stood up under Alger's inexplicable gaze.

Then, he spread his hand and handed over a ring.

It was a jeweled ring.

The sapphire inlaid on the face of the ring is crystal clear, and the precisely cut section reflects the bright light, which is obviously in excellent condition.There are several inscriptions engraved on the silver-white ring, in an ancient style.

Humans do not know when the custom became popular. Lovers give rings to each other to express their affection. Aristocrats often use a ring inlaid with gemstones as a symbol of marriage.

Alger looked down at the ring, then looked up at Burgess, and then at the ring again, his eyes fluttered slightly:

"This...I..."

Boss Burgess rolled his eyes unceremoniously: "Amulet."

He threw the ring in his hand into Alger's arms: "I haven't planned to propose to you yet."

Alger was sweating from his fright, caught the ring, and laughed dryly.

"Put it on, don't die. Where's the topaz?"

Alger took out a box from his pocket, Burgess took it, opened it and took a look: "It's in good condition, it can be used."

Glancing at Alger, he repeated: "Put it on quickly."

Ring.

"……understood."

Isn't he thinking about which finger he should wear...

The little finger is too thin, the middle finger and index finger are too thick, and the big finger is unreasonable, leaving only the ring finger.

It really is a wedding ring.

"Can I wear a rope and hang it around my neck?" Alger asked after discussing.

"If you think it won't conflict with the necklace you're wearing now, feel free."

There are often power conflicts between magic items, so when wearing or carrying them, they often need to be separated. The combination of two necklaces and two rings on the same finger is usually not allowed.

The silver emblem of the Poetry of Truth is itself a magic item. Although its purpose is not as clear as that of a talisman or a weapon, it still has basic magic power fluctuations, and it will naturally interfere with other items.

"Fine……"

After dawdling for a while, Alger still put the jewel ring on his ring finger, feeling a little complicated.

Satisfied, Burgess snorted haughtily, "Squeaky."

Alger choked, and then laughed helplessly.

His appearance and temperament style was originally very cold and hard. When he is not smiling, he looks very indifferent, like a sculpture carved out of ice.

But if he smiles, the condensed frost on his brows and eyes will melt away, very gentle and tolerant.

"What are you laughing at?" Burgess' eyes flickered slightly.

"No, I just think you..." Argel thought for a while, and found a word: "Very cute."

Burgess froze for a moment, pursed his lips, put away the topaz, and walked towards the forge without saying a word. When he was about to enter the door, he stopped, turned his head, and ordered: "You stay here, Don't wander around."

There was a blush on his face, and his tone was still fierce, but it didn't have the slightest deterrent effect.

"okay."

The smile on Alger's face still remained, and Burgess was annoyed to see it, and closed the door loudly.

Alger was shocked by the sound of him closing the door violently, smiled and shook his head.

Really...

Borgins' apprentice ran out from nowhere, and brought a plate of fruit. The fruit was big and plump, and it was so bright that it was about to drip, with transparent drops of water hanging from the peel.

"Good day before the festival, Lord Alger. Do you want some fruit? I just cleaned it."

Before he had time to refuse, the little boy enthusiastically stuffed a bright red fruit into his hand.

Under the expectant eyes of the other party, Argel still took a bite, um... It really still has this familiar taste.

"Very sweet, thank you."

Although a little bored.

After all, when I was a child, I lived with the Druids of the Wuhen School, so I couldn't eat meat——

Druid's traceless genre, advocating integration into nature with the least traces.

Under the same weight, plants that use water, light and soil as nutrients are of course lower than animals that eat plants and meat, so vegetarianism is more in line with their philosophy.

Therefore, when Alger was a child, in addition to bread, leafy vegetables, beans and various plant roots and tubers, there were only seasonal fruits in four seasons on his food list.

Although his adoptive mother also made candy with honey and nuts, it was too sweet for him to eat often.

So, in his short childhood, he ate finely ground fresh jam when he had no teeth, and gnawed the fruit slowly by himself when he had teeth.Looking back now, it was also a boring and never full time.

The apprentice smiled happily: "As long as you like it."

No, I didn't really like it either.

Alger bit the fruit in his hand numbly.

It's quite big.

"By the way, I would also like to ask how the prayer festival in Dock Town is celebrated."

Eli blinked, his eyes were bright and curious.

Alger swallowed the pulp in his mouth, and thought for a while: "It's almost the same as other places. Pay homage to ancestors and deceased relatives and friends, and pray to the Lord of Death and Sacrifice. At night, in the major churches or towns, bonfires will be organized to light .”

"Can I join the bonfire party?" Eli blurted out, a little embarrassed after speaking:

"King, uh... the place where I used to live was strictly regulated, and such large-scale fires were not allowed. Only the nobles lit candlesticks in their gardens, or lit fires. The Dwarf Empire has no tradition of prayer festivals. I only write in books, and The bards have heard about the sacrificial bonfire, so they are very curious."

Alger nodded, holding half of the fruit, turning it around in his hand, hesitantly thinking about where to eat it next.

"The Poetry of Truth welcomes everyone who wants to participate in the sacrifice, and the same goes for the Eye of the Sky in the east. Of course you can come, as long as your teacher agrees."

Eli was very happy when he got the answer, and he dragged Alger to chatter a lot.Based on these anecdotes, Alger reluctantly ate the remaining half of the fruit, feeling relieved to have completed the task.