After the holy sword is broken

At first it won’t work, but after someone teaches it, it will work.

What about when it doesn't?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Alger handed over the delicious roasted rabbit with a gentle smile on his face.

Burgess took the wooden sign: "Don't you use it?"

Alger put away the paper bag containing the holy salt, and took out his dry food and water.

Burgess glanced at it, and found that it was the bread with extremely low water content, which was said to "taste like a dry rag".

"As long as I can eat enough, the specific food does not make much difference to me."

Alger took out a piece of dry bread and took a bite with a calm expression.

Although the hares here are fat, just one is not enough for two adult males to share.Roasting a whole rabbit is too time-consuming, and he doesn't plan to make another one.

Only when he was a vegetarian for a long time when he was a child, and when his body was developing, simple sugar and starch could no longer meet his needs, did he crave meat so much.

Living with a druid, there is no meat on the table, and all calories come from vegetarian food.

Maureen will not skimp on his food, and he can take unlimited access to what is in the locker.

But neither bread, potatoes, grains nor beans can really fill his stomach, let alone fruits and leafy vegetables.

It was as if he was hungry all the time, and what he ate only filled his stomach, but did not give him the sense of fullness he should have. From body to soul, there was an indescribable emptiness.

【very hungry……】

He saw the lion preying on the hare and nibbling it savagely.

The brutal scene was engraved in his mind.

He tried to stay away from the druid's hut, ran quietly into the deep forest, and used the most jerky methods to hunt down the most unlucky hares.

He has the power to fight the lion, but he doesn't know how to use it, so he imitates everything he sees so ignorantly.

Slowly, he can catch his prey faster and faster.

In this deep forest, he learned the first skills needed to survive.It was also here that he met Filo for the first time.

At that time, he had just caught a pheasant and used his method to take its life.

Undoubtedly, covered in blood.

At that time, the young man was quite frightened by him...

"Alger?"

Someone around him called him.

He looked there slowly and smiled habitually: "What's the matter."

Burgess saw Alger looking over slowly, his handsome face still had a bit of melancholy of reminiscence, his silver-gray eyes stared at him intently, then he curled the corners of his mouth and smiled softly.

"……"hit.

Seeing that Burgess didn't respond, Alger continued to ask: "Have you finished eating? Then go on, or do you want to rest for a while?"

"...Let's go."

By the time I returned to the poem of truth, it was already dusk.The light of the setting sun slanted down, warm and soft.

The dock town is still busy and bustling, and people passing by greet them one after another.

"Master Alger, and this... is Mr. Burgess? Good day, but it will be night soon."

"It's been a long time since I saw you, is your trip going well?"

Alger responded one by one with a gentle smile.

Walking through the streets and alleys, getting closer and closer to the headquarters of the poem of truth, the figures of mages and priests gradually appeared.

Someone took the initiative to greet him.

"Alger, you're back, I heard that His Majesty the High Priest is very angry."

Alger smiled helplessly.

"But I still have to go back to life."

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

The door of the poetry of truth is always open, no need to knock, no need to announce, you can enter at any time.

Alger was having a headache about how to face the anger of the chief priest when he was suddenly stopped.

The mage wearing the monocle said hello to Burgess first, then coughed and said to Alger: "You don't need to go to the chief priest to crown him, he has something to do recently and is very busy, so let me tell you. "

He paused, opened his hand, and glanced down: "Well, it's like this, as the editor of the poem of truth, you take on the important task of executor, but you blatantly violated the agreement of the various parties in the mainland. You are disappointed. The chief priests decided to..."

He stopped again, looking down.

Alger held back a smile: "You can watch it if you want, it doesn't matter if you follow along."

Monocle made a serious face on purpose: "Smile, smile, why are you laughing? Listen to the training, be serious!"

With a flick of his hand, he took out a cheat sheet.

"Hey, it's like this. The chief priest said that it took seven days and nights for the gods to create the world. During the ancient continent, the establishment and overthrow of human holy lands also took seven days and seven nights. Therefore, I sentence you to confinement for seven days to experience all things. The gift of God and the spirit of the sages. In addition, I will copy the holy book again to clarify my pious heart."

After reading, a small cluster of flames ignited at his fingertips and burned the note, pretending that the cheat sheet had never existed, and his deliberately rigid expression immediately relaxed.

"It's confinement and copying books?" Burgess was a little surprised.

Monocle spread his hand: "It's not a big mistake he committed, please God's punishment is too much, it's unreasonable not to punish, just copy the guy and beat him, it's not decent, so I have to copy the book and put him in confinement.

"It's okay this time. When I used the seven-day-night speech last time, I was punished for 21 days. It's just that the holy book is a bit long, with more than 72 words. Alger, you... Take care."

Alger smiled: "It's better than I thought."

Burgess asked: "Can it be postponed? The task on him is not over yet."

If he were to be placed in confinement, wouldn't it mean that he would not be able to see him for seven days?No, you must apply for probation, and then find a way to make up for it.

Monocle shook his head: "The head priest has specifically instructed that this punishment cannot be delayed. In principle, Alger should be locked up as soon as he returns. I have given you enough time to say goodbye."

Alger said to the frowning Burgess with a smile, "It's only seven days, and it will pass quickly."

Burgess nodded reluctantly.

"During Alger's confinement, if you encounter any difficulties or have any needs, you can come to me to solve them." Monocle declared: "It will not delay your progress."

At this time, the chief priest was busy with the teaching affairs as the mage wearing the monocle said.

Paperwork piled high at hand, quill in inkwell, waiting for owner to pick it up and sign.

knocking.

"Please come in."

It is the most knowledgeable mage in the order, Fei Liya.

"Your Majesty the High Priest." She closed the door: "We just received a question from 'Breaking Dawn'."

The chief priest raised his head from the pile of documents and rubbed his temples: "Is it the lingering anger of the Astral Conference, or did Alger do something out of the ordinary?"

"It's related to Alger, but it's not that he made a mistake."

The chief priest put down the document in his hand, looked at Fei Liya, and motioned her to continue.

"Have you heard of 'Alex the Zealot'?"

"Can't I send it in?"

"Your Excellency Burgess, this is the order of the church, I'm sorry."

It was early in the morning when Burgess and Lena, the little witch of the Poetry of Truth, stood outside Alger's confinement room, and there was a dispute over who should bring breakfast in.

"I won't do anything, as long as you, me, and this mage—" Burgess gestured to the mage wearing a monocle next to the little witch.

"As long as we don't tell, who will know?"

When the two looked at him, the monocle turned his head uncomfortably to look at the sky.

"Well, I understand how you want to see—well, your best friend, but the gods are watching, and I can't do it knowingly."

"..."

Burgess was silent for a while, then spoke again: "Do you need a new ritual dagger recently? Or ritual sword? Staff? Talisman?"

"You really underestimate me, this is a matter of principle!"

...Then don't hand over the plate.

Burgess took the plate with some amusement, being careful not to spill the nearly full glass of milk on the plate.

The monocle on the side is also very helpless.

"You have to remember not to stay too long. When you come out, take out the empty plate from last night, and..."

The little witch worriedly grabbed him and told him.

The monocle fake coughed on the side: "Lena, it's almost enough, Lord Burgess must understand."

"...I can't copy the holy book for him, this is really not flexible..."

"Le-na-"

"...Finally, let me stress again, don't stay too long."

"Okay, Lena, we should go, the children are still waiting."

"I know, don't grab my hood!"

Watching the two leave in a fight, Burgess smiled unconsciously.

Really awkward.

Think of the silver-haired man.

laugh.

Just as awkward.

He knocked on the wooden door, and when he heard the response from the people inside, he opened the door and went in.

The furnishing of the confinement room is very simple. At first glance, there are only altars, wooden beds, low tables and a soft cushion. There is another compartment, which is probably a bathroom.

Alger was kneeling before the low table, facing the altar, copying the holy book.

The executor's handwriting was strong and powerful, and every letter was copied neatly, but when he finished the pen, there was a sharp trace like a sword's edge.

"Why is it you?" Alger looked up at him with a smile, inserting the dip pen into the ink bottle in his hand, and leaning on it.

Burgess put the dinner plate aside, and sat up beside Alger without restraint.

"The traces of magic on the topaz have disappeared, presumably the lich has been executed.

"The materials have been prepared. I am going to retreat for a period of time. I can't tell when it will end, so I want to come to see you last."

Alger didn't know what to say at this time, and in the end he just said, "I wish you well."

Burgess raised his eyebrows: "Of course you want to wish me well, this is for you."

Alger corrected: "It's for the New World."

"It's great, but I still have to ask you for the reward." Burgess approached him: "I want to advance part of it."

Burgess was suddenly very close, and no matter how close he was to that extremely handsome face, he couldn't pick out any flaws.

The azure blue eyes looked at him intently, and there was an affectionate light in the jewel-like pupils.

Alger felt that his heart rate was a little too fast, he unconsciously leaned to the other side, lowered his voice, and said in a joking tone: "This is in front of the altar, you should be more solemn."

"What are you thinking about?"

Instead of returning to his original position, Burgess reached out to him.Before the other party was about to stop him, he grabbed the decorative copper button on the corner of his clothes, and with a little force, pulled it off.

"I'm very solemn." He pinched the copper buckle: "This, let's take it as an advance payment. You're taking advantage of the copper buckle for the holy sword."

Alger was very helpless.

"Should I thank you for your kind offer?"

"I haven't said how much it accounts for in the total price." Burgess said as he stood up.

"It's time for me to go. People in your order say I can't stay here too long."

Burgess picked up the empty plate in the corner and slowly left the room.

At the moment before closing the door, under Alger's gaze, he put the copper buckle he just got to his mouth, kissed him, and saw the other party smile and sigh.

The wooden door blocked the sight of the two of them, and Burgess's handsome face suddenly flushed, and it intensified, and the tips of his ears were almost bleeding.

He lifted the hand that was holding the plate and the brass buckle, and pressed the cool back of his hand to his face.

Hot and hot.

Well... Anyway, at least I didn't make a fool of myself in front of him.