After the holy sword is broken

Speaking of Dana's teacher.

Alger's eyes showed reminiscence.

"Daina inherited the mage tower at the age of 14, earlier than everyone thought. Because his teacher disappeared unexpectedly the year before, when Dana was 13 years old.

"It took Dana a year to unlock the restriction of the Mage Tower earlier than all other apprentices, and became the new master of the Mage Tower.

"It's been about ten years. Everyone thinks that his teacher is dead, or he's living in seclusion on his own initiative. But he always thinks there's something hidden about this matter, and he never gave up on finding the teacher."

Alger sighed, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that I have suspected some nobleman this time, I hope it will not make too much trouble."

"Aren't you afraid of stirring up disputes between the church and the nobles?"

"He's always been measured, and he's definitely got it right."

Alger put away the kraft paper: "I have to go to the Eye of the Sky again today, so you don't have to wait for me for dinner."

It's time to make an appointment with the Eye of the Sky to retrieve the information.

"Dinner? Are you going to do another good deed every day?" Burgess teased.

"If you don't go and see, I don't feel at ease."

The slums are just as dirty as the last time we were here.The smell of excrement and decaying garbage filled every narrow street.

Broken planks and dirty rags, as well as obstacles made of wooden boxes, made it difficult to move forward.Wherever you kick it unintentionally, a dirty head may come out.

This time they brought more food than last time, besides the baked bread, there was also some flour, which was divided into small pockets.

However, when Alger handed a bag of flour to a child, he was rejected.

"Don't want this." With a dirty face and a thin figure, it's hard to tell whether it's a boy or a girl, only a pair of light brown eyes staring straight at the bread in Alger's arms.

"If you want that, this, I will grab it."

The child doesn't seem to be very good at talking, jumping out word by word.

Alger didn't understand, but he still gave the child a piece of bread.

With dirty little hands, as soon as he took the food, he desperately stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes fixed on Alger, for fear that he would go away.

"Eat slowly, I can save some for you." Alger bent down, not shying away from the dirty clothes on the child, and patted him on the back.

The child still shook his head. After eating one piece of bread, he boldly took another one, but Alger didn't stop him.

While stuffing it into his mouth, the child looked behind him with some trepidation.A large number of poor people have gathered there, looking at them with dim eyes.

Alger suddenly realized what the child meant just now.

Only when he is around, can the food in his hand be eaten in his stomach. As long as he is gone, such a small child is powerless to protect his own rations.

Looking at the wolf-eating child in front of him, Alger thought of the apprentices raised by the religious group.It should be about the same age, maybe this child is older, and malnutrition makes his development a little slow.

Although the life of the apprentices in the sect is not very good, the poem of truth can at least ensure that they are fed and clothed, and live under the glory of the gods.

Unlike here, it seems to be abandoned by the gods and forgotten by the same people.

Alger began to think seriously.

Should I initiate a fundraising campaign in the royal city in the name of a priest, or should I choose to respond to the religious group, and then the poem of truth will come forward and propose to the nobles.Or, at least bring this kid back.

"Will you come tomorrow?" The child continued to stare longingly at the things in Alger's hand.

"Yes." Alger was a little uncertain. He just got the next piece of information, and he didn't know how long it would take to analyze it.

"From now on, every day?"

Alger shook his head: "I'm not from Wangcheng."

"There used to be an adult who was more generous than you and had meat."

The child's lingua franca was stumbling.

"His name is... Philo?"

The child's eyes were blank for a moment, but he still nodded flatteringly: "He won't let me steal, and he said he will give me something to eat, and he insists on me learning to read and write. However, he hasn't come for a long time, causing me to starve to death." up.

"He is, a liar."

Alger froze for a moment.

Behind the child, a teenager also said: "My lord, do you know him? Tell him, last time he said he would find me a suitable job, why didn't he come suddenly? What should we do?"

"That's right, there is also my house. The roof has been leaking for a long time, so just leave it alone? It's too irresponsible!"

"I haven't eaten for a long time, what you have in hand, give it to me quickly."

"Why did that man lie to us? It's too bad that we're already so unlucky."

The people behind spoke up one after another.

In the distance, there was a distant bell ringing.

Just now, Alger, who kept his head down and opened his eyes wide in disbelief, slowly put away his expression and raised his head slowly, with deep eyes in his silver-gray eyes: "He will never come again.

"And you—"

Stay in purgatory.

Philo, like the first light in his life.

Before feeling the true tenderness, he never knew how cold the world he lived in before.

He knew for the first time that the flames could not only be as violent as a fire in a dwarven forge, but also be a small, warm, harmless pile.

For the first time he tasted meat cooked and seasoned with holy salt.He is not a devil and cannot be burned by holy salt.

No one has ever smiled at him so gently, even the adoptive mother is just indifferent.Before that, no one would listen to his thoughts, only Fero would ask carefully.

[Do you want to return to the poem of truth with me?I promise no one will bully you, I will take care of you.Don't worry Ms. Maureen, I have spoken to her and she has agreed.As long as you want, you can. 】

It was the second day after we met in the woods, an early morning, and the mist in the forest was still there.

In fact, he didn't want to go, because the poem of truth was in the town.Going to a small town is always very unpleasant, and when he thinks about it, he resists subconsciously.

However, he really wanted to stay with this person in front of him.So, he finally stretched out his hand towards the other party.

When he returned to the small town, Philo was still holding his hand.

The town that has always been very unfriendly in memory has calmed down.No one abused him, no one threw stones at him, no one spat at him.

It was Philo instead, who greeted them all with a smile, and introduced to each one that from now on he was a member of the Poetry of Truth, a follower of the gods, a prepared and honored priest.

The pictures of the past, like the scenes in the Wanhua mirror, change one by one in front of our eyes.

The gentle smile, the way he taught him how to learn swordsmanship, the way he intentionally frightened them during the lectures, the way he babbled and told him like an old lady when he was on a mission for the first time...

Also, the appearance of lying silently in the silent cemetery...

Philo is the brother, the father, and the teacher.is his guide and protector.

no……

fraud!

"Alger, Alger?!" An anxious voice echoed from the dream to reality.

The silver-gray eyes opened suddenly, filled with overflowing hostility, until they met a pair of sapphire blue eyes, and then slowly withdrew their sharp divine light.

Burgess was full of worry: "What's wrong with you? Ever since you came back, something has been wrong. It was like a nightmare just now, and you couldn't wake up even if you shouted."

Alger sat up, his back was already wet with sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

He hugged Burgess silently, without saying a word.

Burgess hugged him, more worried, but he didn't dare to speak casually.

I don't know how long it took before I heard that person's voice, with deep exhaustion and unprecedented weakness.

"I just don't understand, what's wrong with being kind and gentle."

Count Silaso's banquet was to celebrate the 15th birthday of his youngest daughter.

In the aristocratic class of the human empire in the New World, when an aristocratic woman reaches the age of 15, it means that she can officially enter the social circle.

So this year's birthday is very important. It can be said that it is the first time this lady has appeared in the social circle.

"You can go in in the name of Viscountess Yamutaris." Sitting in the carriage to the Earl's Palace, Burgess suggested to Alger.

Alger laughed: "It's too shocking."

Raising male pets and looking for same-sex lovers are popular among nobles, but they hardly put these things on the table openly.

"Then my best friend." Burgess felt a little regretful, but he still compromised.

He also knew that such a proposal was unlikely to be passed.His lover was an old-fashioned priest.

The dress on Alger's body has already been changed, but the original one was discarded because of too many creases.

The current set is almost the same as the one I tried on earlier.It's also dark blue, but the lines are a little more simple and neat, and the details have been modified to fit his figure, without any disrespect.

But Alger was a little uncomfortable.

The shape of the dress is too tight, and the material will always be involved in the action, so that the movement cannot be opened.Fabrics that are too high-end cannot withstand folding and rubbing, so they must be treated with care to keep them in their proper state.

"I heard that duels are still popular among nobles. How did they manage to wear this kind of clothes and still fight normally?"

Alger asked a little puzzled.

"So the duel scene is always very ugly." Burgess was a little unconcerned.

"Has anyone ever fought a duel for you?" Argel asked suddenly.

Burgess froze for a moment, his face darkened visibly.He said angrily, "Are you kidding me, I'm a man!"

Seeing his sudden anger and flushed face from embarrassment, Alger knew he had guessed right, so he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!"

Burgess was sullen for a while, and then asked a little uncomfortably: "If, yes, in such a situation, would you fight a duel for me?"

Alger held back a smile: "Duel? You are a man."

Burgess was choked by his words, and he couldn't refute what he had just said, so he continued to sulk.

more angry.

"I will fight for you, no matter what the name is, as long as you are willing to stand behind me."