defilement

The center of the frantic forest after the man-eating ants swarm is so silent, and in this silence, human laughter and pious prayers echo.

"Where's Son Muir? Let me see him! Respected knight." Eve said anxiously.

The paladins in front of their tent looked at each other, and the older ones shook their heads and refused: "Sorry, Mr. Mage, Muir...your condition is not suitable for meeting."

"Eve, forget it." Lawrence touched his nose and leaned leisurely on the table, "They are all members of the Holy See, not to mention that Muir is still the Son of God, so there will be no danger." He looked at the elderly knight with deep meaning road.

"Yes, the character of Son of Muir is worthy of our trust! If there is danger, we will protect him." The younger knight couldn't help but said, and was cast a vague glance by the elder.The older knight changed the subject lightly: "Tomorrow we will return to the Holy Land, sorry for the lack of hospitality."

"No, thank you very much for your hospitality tonight." Lawrence said with a smile.

But she had a bad premonition in her heart. Eve didn't speak, and walked around the tent irritably.

In the center of the group of tents outside this remote tent is Bagis' tent, surrounded by stars and moons.

The tents were splendidly furnished, with comfortable fluffy beds, a floor covered with thick long blankets, a low table, and a dressing table.

Muir was tied up and thrown in a corner of the tent, and the old clothes on his body were replaced with plain and rigid white robes. The recent sharpening, the outline of the face has become more heroic, the original white and fleshy face is more pale, his eyes are closed tightly, the high and holy temperament when he is awake is smeared by the poor state of the master, and it feels messy and weak .

"Oh, holy and solemn god, who made you fall into the mud?" Bagis was very satisfied with his state, and asked himself in a good mood. "Oh, yes, it's me."

After setting up the soundproof and anti-peep barrier, he took out his secret mirror.

Under the urging of the holy power and blood, the secret realm of the slap glowed white, slowly showing the appearance of a person.

"I found Muir!" Bagis said impatiently.

The person on the opposite side nodded, and said slowly: "Bring him back safely."

"What did you say?! Take him back?" Bagis frowned tightly, his voice full of repressed anger, "Why! Let me tell you, there is heresy in him, and I will not let this opportunity pass of!"

"Aura of heresy?" The man on the opposite side also frowned slightly, and said in the tone he was used to giving orders, "You take him back to the Holy See first, remember not to use any twisted brains. He has the physique of a holy family, and only the general Only the Holy See has the right to judge, so you bring him back first, okay?"

It’s like this again, even the heresy you hate the most can’t make you give up on him.Bagis sneered.

"No," Baggis felt that he had fallen into a rage, and his tone became more and more calm, "With him, it is impossible for me to become Pope..."

"Bastard! Stop your stupid thoughts!" The man finally shouted.

"So what if you don't stop? Tell your Mark dog to stop me?" Baggis sneered, and threw another secret mirror belonging to Mark as a gold coin. "Just this time, father..."

Ignoring the other party's father's surprised expression, Bagis took the initiative to cut off contact.

"Now, it's time to take care of you, little mouse." He moved his eyes to Muir.

Muir looked back at him cooperatively, his eyes as blue and lofty as the sky seemed to have pity and nothing.

"I'm not guilty." His voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

"Who cares?" Barkis smiled viciously, intending to see Muir annoyed, but Muir closed his eyes again. "...Will you still be so irrelevant when you die?"

In the center of the tent a firewood frame was erected, which would be the place where Muir would be buried.

Muir was tied to a wooden frame, his body was poured with sesame oil, his white robe was carried on the woodpile, his head was covered with a rough sack, the shiny hair under the sack remained motionless, he stood straight without struggling or What a noise, though Bagis gagged his mouth with a cloth too.

"Son of Bagis, who is this?" Someone asked.

The priests were very curious about the person who was about to be 'saved'. Bargis was wearing the gown of the Son of God and smiled vigorously. Instead of answering the question, he started the redemption process.

"...The God of Light bestowed light on Valoran, and also expelled heresy. He came to the Church of Glory and passed on the magic for us to learn to protect ourselves..." Bagis stood among the crowd, speaking in an agitated tone It feels good to talk about the mission and to watch the people around you pay attention to me with satisfaction.

This is the legend of the God of Light saving Valoran, which is familiar to every believer of the Light. All the priests and knights present can talk about it, but because of his power, he is the only one in the room to speak, and this is the right to speak!Bagis was intoxicated.But he still clearly remembered that tonight was the time to judge the heretics!

".....The people of Valoran, blessed by the God of Light, firmly believe that only with light in their hearts can they live in light." A voice with a reserved smile continued slowly, and the knight on the horse got off his horse, Bending slightly to salute.

The audience roared, "It's Lord Arthur..."

He has golden hair that is as dazzling as the sun, his face is as glorious and majestic as a mural of a god, and he has a gentle smile on his face, which does not compromise his majesty, but makes people admire and respect him.

Dozens of strict and straight paladins slowly walked out behind him.Each has a strong grudge and a confident and silent master posture, in fact.They are generally strong swordsmen, and they will receive great courtesy in any country.This is Muir's Knights of the Son!

Arthur! !

Baggis' face twisted and quickly returned to normal.

"Excuse me, Son of Bagis, I have been ordered to pick up His Royal Highness Muir." Arthur smiled, majestic yet respectful, looking at him coldly.

"Muir? This..." Bagis's brain was spinning rapidly, and he was really unwilling to give up such an opportunity.And the paladin behind Arthur began to release coercion.

"Wow--" The knights of Bagis immediately surrounded him and drew out their swords. The sitting priests stood up unknowingly. They were neutral and whispered about the Son of Muir. How could they not know about Muir and them? Peer?

"Where is Your Highness now?" Arthur suppressed his smile at the last sentence, and the coercion belonging to the swordsmen in the sanctuary spread loudly.

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Mina-san, my Tieba account has been blocked, and I didn’t save the manuscript before, maybe it’s not right before and after...