After the holy sword is broken

"Cough, the thing is like this, I think there may be some problems between you and Alger, so I want to talk to you."

Ragal sat across from Burgess, with a look of confiding in his heart and wanting to talk.

"No problem, please take care of me."

Burgess drank his lipstick tea.

"Really? I think he looks very grumpy, and to be honest, I've never seen him like that."

Ragal also picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and the expression on his face instantly became indescribable.

Silently put down the teacup.

so sweet...

It's almost sticky in my throat.

With a clear cough, Ragal continued: "Alger, this kid, has always been kind to others, he is angry at you, maybe he is really just worried about you.

"The case of Fei Luo had a great impact on him."

Burgess looked up.

Who is Philo?

"You don't know this?" Ragal asked.

Burgess turned his head: "Not very interested."

Ragal said to himself: "Fero is the fourth executor of the previous term, and he is also a swordsman. He was once called by a paladin, but he didn't respond.

"He is Alger's mentor. Most of the time, he is also the father and brother who takes care of him. He is the one who brought him into the religious order."

Ragal's words were not without embarrassment.

He still remembers the scene when Fei Luo, who was still a boy, confronted the chief priest because of Alger.

【Ms. Maureen is simply unable to raise that child. Since he is destined to join the cult, why not bring him back sooner?Don't you have the heart to see him surviving alone in the jungle, living like a beast? 】

The dispute that day was very intense, and it was rare for the mild-mannered Fero to have such a tough stance.

On the second day, Philo brought the little child back.In order to appease the slightly disturbed little Alger, Fei Luo held his hand gently all day.

I'm afraid Ragal will never forget the way Argel looked at Fei Luo at that time.So pure that it seems to be just out of ignorance, obviously still ignorant, but already full of admiration.

"Why is the fourth executor the mentor of the third executor?"

This is not normal.

"Well... because this number is not a ranking, but a serial number, there is no distinction between us. Uh, but except for the boss, all of us may not be able to touch one of his fingers together, but this It doesn't matter, he has been missing for a long time... Go on to Philo.

"Alger is very convinced by him, it can be said that he obeys his words."

Having said that, Ragal paused before continuing: "But not long ago, Fei Luo...gone.

"Although the death rate of executors is very high, everyone knew it in their hearts when they submitted the preliminary application, but when it actually happened, as a partner, it was still a bit difficult to accept."

Borgins turned his gaze back, frowned, thought for a while, and said, "How many days before the Prayer Festival?"

"Yes, you should also be able to feel that he was not normal at that time."

More than that.

Burgess snorted softly, "So?"

"You have a good relationship, right? You must have irritated him by putting yourself in danger. However, before that war broke out, something was wrong with him. What else did you do?"

Burgess was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "No, nothing, he tripped when he went out."

Ragal was speechless for a while, and raised his hand to press down: "Okay...please don't be impatient, when he comes back, you can talk about it yourself."

"where is he?"

"I'm being punished."

Burgess raised his eyebrows and made a questioning expression.

"Disobeying military orders on the battlefield and charging without authorization will be punished. You will also be punished for trespassing on the battlefield, and he will be replaced by him as the responsible person.

"Although your last defensive wall blocked the aftermath of the energy hedging for us, reduced a lot of casualties, and can make up for the crime, but he insists on being punished, and he doesn't know what he thinks."

Ragal rubbed his chin: "By the way, what are you two doing? Why does he have the ring of the chief priest?"

When Alger came back, his body was full of blood, and even his outer shirt was soaked.

"You didn't find the pastor?" Burgess was taken aback by his appearance.

"The medical place is very busy, there is no need to add trouble. It's not serious, and it will heal soon."

Alger closed the door, leaned the sword in his hand against the wall, walked to the corner of the room, and poured the clear water from the wooden barrel into the basin.

"Do you mind if I take off my shirt here?"

"No... you, why are you punished so heavily?"

The clothes were taken off, revealing the blood-stained back, and blood beads kept slipping through the smooth muscles, leaving red marks.

Burgess originally thought that with Alger's physical strength, it should be easy to take the baton or the whip. How could it be so serious?

Alger soaked the cloth towel, and then wrung it dry. With his movements, the blood dripped on his back faster.

Burgess frowned: "Don't move, I'll come."

Alger handed the towel to Borgins, and explained calmly: "In view of fairness, the punishment here is based on the quality of the victim. In other words, whether it is a mage or a warrior, if they make the same mistake, they will be punished." suffer the same degree of harm."

Different occupations, different ranks, and mental and physical strengths are very different.

The same whip may be innocuous for fighters and paladins, but it may cause wounds for mages.

Therefore, the punishment in the Hell's Gate camp is based on the final damage result.

Burgess was not without sarcasm: "It's really fair."

Burgess violently wiped away the blood, but did not hear Alger gasping for breath, threw the cloth towel into the basin, and ordered him: "Lie down on the bed, and apply some medicine to you."

"No, it will heal."

"Don't talk nonsense to me!"

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In the end, Alger was pinned on the bed by Burgess. He was afraid of hurting him, so he didn't dare to struggle hard, so he had to let him do what he wanted.

"Going forward and charging into the battle, you have to be punished when you come back. You are really hardworking."

Burgess took out a jar of magic ointment, scooped up a large piece and rubbed it on, looking quite impatient.

But in fact, looking at this mottled bloodstain, his heart ached to the point of trembling.Where Alger couldn't see, his hand holding the medicine jar trembled slightly.

Alger lay down quietly, without speaking.

Burgess was so angry that he poked at the wound: "Doesn't it hurt?"

Alger was hit suddenly, and he frowned in pain, his expression was very helpless: "Don't be so recalcitrant, logically speaking, I should be the one who should be angry, right?"

When Borgins heard this, he almost exploded.

Still have the face to say, who is he for?

He was just rejected, and he was sad, and he ran to work for him as soon as he heard something happened, and he was complained about.

The bandage that was wrapped around his hand was tightened a little more, and he heard a muffled groan as he wished.

"I still know the pain."

Loosening the bandage, he continued: "If I told you that the energy core of your original sword hid a triggering magic circle that was not good for you, would you believe me or the person who gave you this sword? "

Before Alger could answer, he said to himself: "Looking at you like this, it doesn't seem like you would doubt the religious order.

"Anyway, the old sword is also destroyed now, and I have no evidence to take. It's normal for you not to believe me. Compared with the poem of truth that raised you up, I am nothing."

After wrapping up the bandage and tying a beautiful knot, Burgess glanced at him: "Okay."

Alger slowly got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and took a piece of clothing to put on.

"I will not easily doubt the Order."

Burgess had a "sure enough" expression on his face.

"But I don't disbelieve you." Argel smiled, very gentle: "It might just be a misunderstanding. When I go back to the church, I'll find out if I ask someone."

"You, aren't you..." Burgess was so angry that he was speechless: "Stupid?"

She raised her hand and wanted to slap him on the back, remembering that he was injured, stopped in mid-air for a while, and finally landed heavily on his shoulder.

Unexpectedly, his shoulders, which had always been solid and reliable, shook because of his movements. Alger covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"What's the matter with you?" Burgess asked anxiously, supporting him face to face.

Alger moved his hand away, and there was some bright red blood on the palm: "It's nothing, it may have been injured by the demon leader before."

Burgess took out a pale gold potion and put it in his hand: "Drink it."

"fine……"

Burgess glared at him: "Do you want me to pour it down for you?"

Seeing Alger drinking the medicine honestly, Burgess sighed in frustration: "I really lost to you... What are you thinking about?"

The dream at night was not stable, where the brilliance of the double moons failed to shine, fear and despair sneaked into the dreamland.

"Burgess, Burgess? Wake up."

Someone whispered his name in his ear.

"Alger!" Burgess opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath.

Behind him is the bed, with a thin quilt on his body, and beside him are people who are looking for him in a dream.

When he came back to his senses, his body was soaked in cold sweat.

"Dreamed about the battlefield?" Alger asked in a steady and gentle tone.

Burgess responded dully, covering his eyes with his arm.

In the dream, the wave of evil things almost drowned him, and the endless darkness was filled with the sound of swords and soldiers colliding.Amidst the wailing of death, the person he was looking for could not be found no matter what.

He felt the people around him leave, and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but it was in vain.

Before the horror could mount, the man came back and put something next to his pillow.Then, he smelled the fragrance of herbs.

"It's the soothing herbal medicine for the Prayer Festival, which comes from the witch's secret prescription. Relax, you'll be fine." Argel comforted him.

"Alger," Burgess still covered his eyes with his hands, calling him softly, "Can you... hug me?"

Borgins' body was trembling slightly, his face was pale, obviously frightened.

People who have never been trained and face the impact of the battlefield for the first time can be called warriors without losing their armor and armor.

It's normal for someone like him to roll through the battlefield without any preparation, or a blacksmith who is not good at fighting, what kind of shadow he will leave behind.

Alger hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, grabbed Burgess's shoulder, half picked him up, and pressed him in his arms.Pat him on the back and reassure him: "I'm here, I won't let you get hurt."

Burgess was trembling, but he was concerned about Alger's wound, so he only dared to gently grab his shoulder.

In his ear, I tried to keep my voice steady, but there was still a tremor at the end of the sentence: "I'm sorry, I broke my promise. Please don't leave me."

In that final confession, Burgess promised that if he was still rejected, he would not pester Alger again.

Alger didn't say anything, just hugged him quietly and let him lean on his shoulder.It wasn't until Burgess's consciousness was invaded by tiredness again that he slowly let him lie back on the pillow, and gently covered him with a thin quilt.

In late spring, the weather had already warmed up a bit, Alger thought about it, and put his hands outside the quilt.

Burgess was half asleep and half awake when he heard the man ask him, "If you're so scared, why do you want to break in?"

He replied in a daze, then fell into a dream.

The sigh was not heard.

The author has something to say: Alger’s thinking circuit is like this——

Burgess will not lie to me without reason + the cult is always right = misunderstanding or my problem

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