After the holy sword is broken

When he was a young boy, such slurs followed the crowd.

At that time, he was still too young to know how to hide his strange silver hair and silver eyes, and he didn't know much about people's abuse.

He only knows that whenever his adoptive mother sends him to a small town, it means going through another noisy but lonely journey.

【Look, this is the devil with white hair and white eyes. 】

[Where is the noble white hair, it is obviously gray. 】

【You bastard!I don't know where it came from, no one in our town can give birth to such a monster. 】

He always spends more money, buys less stuff from the townspeople, and the old lady at the stall who is nice to other people never looks good on him.

Children of the same age or older teenagers encountered on the road would chase him, saying harsh words, and picking up stones and clods to throw at him.

No matter how heavy the stone is, no matter how sharp the edge is, it will not cause him the slightest harm, and even the pain is very slight.So those people became more and more excited, as if they caught his horse's feet.

[He is not afraid of any stones at all, he is indeed protected by the devil! 】

[Throw it into his eyes and try. 】

【Take his basket!Let him go back and be scolded! 】

This was when Quayside was most hostile to him.

【You look very unhappy, why? 】

One day, he came back from town and handed the basket to Maureen.

The adoptive mother never blamed him for the lack of things he brought back, or the poor quality or damage, but she seldom cared about the dirty and torn clothes on his adoptive son.

Until this day, it may be that the weather is sunny and makes people feel happy, so I asked one more question.

【They said I was a devil. 】

After the little Alger finished speaking in a dull tone, he pursed his lips tightly.

It might be because the weather is really good, Maureen patted his head rarely.

[Next time someone talks about you, just tell them——]

"The Lord of the Silver Moon is also silver-haired and silver-eyed."

In the cave, Argel said softly to the children who were sacrificed a moment ago.

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, and the dusty memories flooded out, ringing in his ears:

【Are you also worthy of mentioning the honorable Lord of the Silver Moon? 】

[It's simply blasphemy!Thy color is dirty gray, not noble silver! 】

[Devil, you are still a devil!Hahahahaha. 】

"Alger?"

In reality someone woke him up softly.

Opening his eyes, Burgess frowned slightly and looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine." He smiled: "It's just a child's unscrupulous words."

How could it hurt him now?

Can't...?

"It's really rude." The mage from Daybreak and Chenxi scolded: "He is your savior, a priest of the Star Cult, and a messenger who inherits the glory of the gods. How can you slander him like this?"

The black robe on the mage's body was embroidered with golden and silver thread full of star emblems, which looked noble and gorgeous, and his hands were full of gemstone rings, shining brightly.

The children in the slums had never seen such a big man before, and at this moment, they were all trembling with fear and huddled together when he yelled at him sternly.

"It's okay, don't be so harsh on them, they just don't understand."

Alger said to the mage in a gentle tone.

The color of the eyes and hair of humans in the New World is mostly dark, and they are as close to pure black as possible, which is the embodiment of noble blood.

Eye pupils and hair color are so light that they are almost pure white, but they are not like the noble silver white of the descendants of gods, so they will naturally be regarded as different.

The mage shook his head upon hearing this.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at those children, but he said to Alger, "You are an employee of the sect to which the Zhongxing Cult Department belongs. Calling you a devil is tantamount to accusing the faculty of being rebellious and unclean."

Alger looked at him, then glanced at the group of children, and fell silent.

"These children, we will send them back. If they are homeless or cannot find a guardian, the church will adopt them on their behalf. You don't have to worry."

The mage finished speaking lightly.

Alger understood: "Let's take our leave first."

"Farewell, my companion of the Poetry of Truth. Farewell, Your Excellency Burgess."

When he returned to the town where he stayed temporarily, his genius was bright.

It was the time of the curfew, and they were asked to show their identification when they entered the city.

"A very thrilling night."

On the empty street, Burgess said softly.

"Tired? Take a day off and start again."

Alger's voice was also kept very low, for fear of waking up the sleeping person.

"it is good."

After Burgess answered, the two fell silent again.

Burgess had a lot to ask, for example, in Alger's previous experience, was he often criticized because of his appearance?

For example, when he was locked in a cage by the shadow, was the anger he showed all a disguise, or did it contain real feelings?

But he didn't dare to ask casually, he chose the topic carefully, and asked after a long time: "Alex, the lich, have you heard of it?"

"No, never heard of it."

"The lich seems to know you."

"Well, but I don't think I know him."

"Do you want to ask the intelligence merchant?"

"Now?"

"After dawn, of course."

Alger smiled at him, signaling that he understood.

"Alger..." Burgess said hesitantly.

"Don't be so careful, I'm not fragile and fragile glass." Alger looked at the road ahead, his steps were steady, just like his tone.

Burgess paused and changed his tone: "You may not need comfort or great truth, but I still want to say it."

He spelled his words clearly: "I don't like you because you are a priest, I love you and yourself. Can you understand?"

In my eyes, you do not appear inferior because of your appearance, nor do you appear nobler because of your status. I adore you only because of you.

My heart trembled.

"Thank you..." A breath came from between the teeth.

"Alex? A very common name, without a more precise range, it is difficult to locate. Even if you say that it is related to the Lich, regardless of the date of birth and death, let alone a little connection, I can even find out three named Alex's lich."

The members of the Eye of the Sky who are stationed in this town said so.

"Then inquire about everything related to the lich that Daybreak Chenxi is investigating now." Alger made the next best move and saved the country with curves.

The priest shook his head: "Regarding this, we have to abide by the principle of confidentiality, and your authority is insufficient."

"The authority of the chief priest is not enough?"

Alger wears the ring of the chief priest of the poem of truth.

"Yes, but—it is recommended that you do not lift the restriction."

"why?"

"Because this is the highest level of secrecy personally assigned by the head priest of the 'Dawn of Dawn' sect, if you insist on unblocking it, we have to contact the Crown Prince and submit sufficient reasons.

"And... as far as I know, there is still a punishment on you that you haven't gone back to accept?"

"..." Really well-informed.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I didn't say it, did I?"

"Oh, that's right, because similar situations often happen—that is, we suddenly reveal some information related to customers, like just now—so I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at your expression."

"..."

"Like now, you just don't think about anything, but your mood is very complicated."

"Farewell."

"Welcome next time."

On their return journey, according to Burgess's proposal, they could find a mage first and open the portal.

"This is a mage of the natural faction, who lives in the deep forest all year round, so I usually rarely contact him actively, and usually he finds it by himself."

Burgess stumbled in the jungle, with one step deep and the other shallow.

"Finding a mage tower in the forest, isn't it easier than going back directly?" Argel turned around and gave him a hand.

"No, I'm not looking for his mage tower, I just need to find his front station on the edge of the forest and send him a message.

"Also, I will never take the waterway again!"

Burgess gritted his teeth and spoke firmly.

Alger sighed: "Okay, since you said that. However, this mage of the natural faction shouldn't dislike us hunting some wild game here, right?"

Burgess stepped over a tree root that was exposed outside the soil, and raised his head inexplicably: "Isn't human eating meat also one of the laws of nature?"

Alger smiled: "Then you wait here for a while. You can find some branches first and make a fire... Forget it, wait for me to come back."

He took two steps, then turned around and said, "Don't follow."

Burgess snorted.

Who will follow you.

"I'm afraid to scare you." Alger said in a gentle tone.

"I'm not so fragile." Burgess expressed his dissatisfaction in a low voice, but he stayed where he was obediently.

The surrounding trees are verdant, it is late spring, and the grass buds have already emerged, competing for the pitiful sunshine from the gaps in the leaves.

Saprophytic mushrooms grow under trees, and several pieces are gathered into a clump, or several umbrella-shaped mushrooms of the same kind are next to each other to form a colony, and insects and ants crawl between them and dead leaves and gravel.

The mist has dissipated, only the smell of grass and trees permeates everywhere, and the smell that should be fresh is strong to slightly fishy.

Burgess randomly found a clean stone, pulled his cloak, sat on it and waited.

Alger came back quickly, with something in his hand, he stuffed it into Burgess's hand: "Get it for me for a while."

"This is..." Burgess frowned, looking at the things in his hand.

Branches with bark removed and thorns scraped, strings of dark pink raw flesh.I don't know where I found the stream water, and the raw meat was washed clean without a trace of red blood.

"Hare, only the head and internal organs have been removed." Alger picked up some dead branches, built a simple pyre, and ignited it with flint and tinder.

Obviously, I can't even see the original appearance.

"...You are really afraid of scaring me with such clean handling." Burgess suddenly laughed: "In your eyes, how weak am I?"

Alger took the rabbit meat wrapped in wooden branches from him, and approached the fire.

"Did it offend you?"

Burgess laughed for a while, shaking his head.

"No, it just feels weird, as if I became a baby all of a sudden, and none of my knights took care of me so meticulously."

Alger twirled the branch in his hand: "Then my style will be rougher in the future."

Burgess sat on a rock beside him, watching him barbecue with great interest.

"You really don't look like a priest."

"What's not like?"

"Hunting hares and dealing with the aftermath is so skillful that it is generally believed that priests should be merciful."

Alger took out a paper bag, which contained holy salt for exorcism. Apart from expelling evil, it could also be eaten.

"There is no dogma in the Star Religion Department, and believers are not allowed to eat meat."

Borgen kept his face on his face: "Isn't your adoptive mother a druid? This won't make her unhappy?"

Alger paused for a moment before throwing salt: "She won't care."

"Very enlightened."

"It's...well, she is a Druid of the No Trace Sect. When living with her, there will be no meat on the dinner table. If you want to eat, you can only find it yourself."

Burgess went over the words again, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: "You joined the church after the age of six, and you used to follow Ms. Maureen when you were six years old, so you will handle meat alone at a young age?"

From hunting, to skinning, bloodletting, internal organs, and lighting a fire, he doubts that a child under the age of six can take care of himself like this.

The golden fat fell from the browned surface of the rabbit meat and dripped into the fire, making a "squeaky" sound.The bright yellow flame suddenly shot up, and the tongue of fire licked the rabbit meat, leaving a scorched black piece.

Alger pulled out the dagger, passed it over the fire twice, and carefully removed the charred parts.

"I won't at first, but after someone teaches me, I will."

As if nothing had happened, Burgess froze there, a little speechless.