Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

The young knight is receiving all the knowledge.

But theories are always theories, and if he doesn't really feel the current depravity of the Temple of Light, he will never be able to understand what he needs to do.

Del City, a town near the king's capital, is a commercial center. Under the leadership of Earl Dorlo, it is said that it is a prosperous and lively scene.

And behind the prosperity and bustle, there is hidden darkness.

On a cold winter day, the strong wind blows, and the dark alleys block the wind, but they can't stop the whining and roaring of the wind. Like a monster that devours people, the cold winter will swallow the lives of many poor people.

The small bonfire crackled, contributing a little light and heat to the few people around the fire.

"It's getting colder and colder. I don't know if I can survive this winter."

"John, I remember you don't have a house?"

"It's mortgaged, and I want to exchange some holy water for the child to save his life."

The man named John said in a low voice: "It's a pity, the holy water is useless, the child died, and the wife...was captured and taken as a slave in the castle, but that's good, at least she doesn't have to freeze here with me .”

"Oh, how can you mortgage the house?"

"I, I thought I could pay it back, but the more I owe, the more I owe, and I don't know how the nobles calculate the money, but the nobles... they are all right, they are Nobility."

The surrounding fell silent, except for the crackling of the flames, only John muttered in a low voice, "Why do you owe more and more..."

"Why do you owe more and more..."

In the cold night, it seems that people are going to freeze to death, leaving no hope.

The sound of footsteps came from the alley again, and the people around the fire all looked over. One was a black-haired man, and the other was hidden under the hood of his cloak, making it hard to see clearly.

"Go, go, there's no room for you here anymore." A man stretched out his hand from his arms with difficulty, and drove the two men away like mosquitoes.

Among the two, the taller young man spoke in a calm voice, "I have enough sweet potatoes here, give us two seats."

As he spoke, he untied the cloth bag on his body, and several shriveled and narrow sweet potatoes fell to the ground.

"What a sweet potato!"

"sweet potato!"

"It's for food..."

The people looted the sweet potatoes on the ground, and then gathered around the fire again. The flames crackled the wood, and the cold wind blew through, causing the shadows of the people to tremble on the wall, like ghosts.

"Sit down." With short hands, everyone gave way to two vacant seats.

The two sat down.

The surroundings fell into silence again, only the sound of sweet potatoes being roasted in the fire.

The new man broke the silence, "Why are you here?"

After a long time, a person said, "There is no house, so we can only stay outside."

The sweet potato scent was blown away by the cold wind, but everyone was trying to smell the smell in the air.

"Why is there no house?" the man continued to ask.

Xu Shi opened up the chatter box, and one person replied: "The debt was paid off, it was confiscated, it was sold... There are many reasons."

Another person asked the man: "What about you, why did you two come here, and the sweet potatoes, can't you steal the noble lord?"

"My lover is sick, I want to come to this city to ask for some holy water, the house is mortgaged, and I exchanged the money, so I came."

Everyone's eyes fell on the man that the man was hugging tightly. The man was tightly wrapped by a poor-quality tattered cloak, and the man held him in his arms, protecting him tightly.

At first they thought they were both men because of their height.

Everyone moved further away. No one wanted to get close to the sick man, as if they were afraid of being infected. After all, they didn't have the money to treat the disease.

"You came to the wrong place." John, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "The holy water from the Temple of Light here cannot cure diseases."

"Why?" The man looked at him calmly, his dark brown eyes looked extremely far and deep in the darkness.

"I bought a small bottle for my daughter, but it didn't work." John shook his head, tears pooled in his eyes, but quickly formed ice crystals due to the cold temperature.

He stretched out his frostbite-covered hand, and while comparing his height, he said, "Martha is only five years old, she's only this tall, and holy water can't save her... She even called me Dad before she died."

"It is said that holy water can cure many diseases...and delay the onset of many incurable diseases." The man gently patted the back of his lover in his arms, as if to comfort him.

John became angry and yelled, "I told you it wouldn't work! If it worked, would my daughter die, would she die!"

There was a louder crackling sound from the flames, the firewood was almost gone, and the surroundings became silent again.

The sweet potatoes were taken out ahead of time, and everyone huddled in their bodies, swallowing the raw sweet potatoes together with the skins.

They didn't share any piece of sweet potato with the man, and the man didn't open his mouth, let alone snatch it.

He just quietly looked at the person in sight, and slowly said: "I always have to take a look... If you are sick, you need to be treated, right..."

As night fell, those who had eaten sweet potatoes snuggled up and fell asleep.

The man felt the body in his arms move slightly, he let go of his hand, looked down at the person under the hood, and at the same time lowered his voice, "Are you uncomfortable?"

The man under the hood shook his head, "He's going to die, he won't survive tonight."

The man fell silent, glanced at everyone around him, and finally fell on John, "Well, he is dying."

Want to save someone?In such a world, perhaps death is the best thing.

Feng Yun sighed softly, the faint golden holy light shrouded the surroundings, dispelling the coldness brought by the cold wind, and the brows of the few people who were sleeping next to each other slightly relaxed.

When they woke up the next day, the two strange visitors had been away for a long time.

John died, freezing to death in the extremely cold winter. Before he died, he ate a shriveled raw sweet potato with a smile on his face, as if he had a happy dream.

Del City, Temple of Light.

The temple built with large white stones may be the most luxurious place in this town except the Earl's Castle.

It was shrouded in a holy light, and there were many people who came and went into the church, but all decent people, well-dressed.

Against such a background, two ragged people came here, which was very abrupt and tarnished the glory of the temple.

"Hey, don't go in, don't go in." The knight guarding the temple hurried over, but after getting closer, he realized that the man was really tall, which made him a little uncomfortable.

But looking at the tattered clothes on the two of them, he regained confidence, "You can enter the temple dressed like this! Don't defile our great Lord."

"Master Knight, my wife is sick, and we want to buy some holy water. I wonder if you can accommodate me." Although the man's words were respectful, his tone did not fluctuate.

The knight raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on another person wearing a cloak, and then he suddenly stretched out his hand, "If you want to enter the temple, take off this cloak first!"

The man clenched his fists and his muscles tensed, but he still restrained himself and did not stop the knight from moving.

The covering hood was taken off rudely, the black hair slipped down like satin, and the light brown eyes did not fluctuate. The knight only took one look, and most of the man's face was blocked by a hand.

Immediately afterwards, the hood was put on again.

The knight blinked, with a slight smile on his face, and looked the man up and down, "Okay, first give 10 copper coins for the entry fee, and you can go to the priest to buy holy water."

"Master Knight, do you need money to enter the temple?" A stiff smile appeared on the man's face.

The knight immediately lowered his face, "Why, to prove your piety to the God of Light, why spend some money! The 10 copper coins are already for...for the sake of your kindness! If you don't want to pay, get out."

"Pay, we pay, we pay."

The man handed over 10 copper coins with a little reluctance, and then walked towards the temple with his lover.

The knight's mind was not on the coin, he was still thinking of the pretty face under the cloak.

Smacking his lips, a malicious smile appeared on his face, and then he called for a substitute, and ran towards the Earl's castle by himself.

"I gouged out his eyes sooner or later..." Feng Yun's voice was extremely cold with a strong killing intent. If there were not more important things, he would have done it on the spot.

"Why goug his eyes?" the god under the cloak asked incomprehensibly.

Feng Yun paused slightly, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he quickly lowered his head and kissed the questioning mouth, and it fell apart instantly.

He said softly: "Because you are mine."

The god was silent, letting Feng Yun hold him and walked forward again.

In the church, a priest was preaching, impassionedly telling the teachings of the God of Light.

The crowd listened quietly until the sermon was over, and a box appeared on the platform.

"Pious believers of the Lord, the time has come to prove your true intentions. Give the coins that symbolize filth and corruption to the God of Light. The gods will purify the sins of the coins and the sins in your hearts..."

"God, I donated most of my belongings, please bless my husband who is building the castle..."

"God..."

While praying, everyone put their money into the redemption box.

After everyone left, the priest let go of his haughty reserve and glanced at the atonement box.

"Master Priest."

A sudden sound disturbed the priest's prying eyes. He turned his head, looked at the two people standing at the door of the church, and couldn't help frowning.

"My lord, I want to buy a bottle of holy water for my lover, is that okay?"

The priest's brows stretched out, "Great God of Light, your devout believers pray to you, and hope that the lover of this suffering person can recover soon."

"Thank you, priest." Feng Yun looked at the priest's prayer.

"You're welcome, holy water is a gift from the God of Light, but you need to pay a purchase fee of 1 silver coin."

"1 silver coin? Is it so expensive?"

The priest shook his head, showing a holy and helpless smile, "Do you know why your lover is sick? Because he is guilty. Under God's protection, innocent people will not get sick, only sinful people will suffer from illness. "

"Although this 1 silver coin is a purchase fee, it is also a ransom for you to prove your piety to the God of Light. Only by letting the God of Light feel your piety, can the holy water cure diseases."

Feng Yun showed a troubled expression, "My entire worth... I sold the house and everything to make up the 1 silver coin."

"Oh, it seems that your heart is not pious enough, and your love for your lover is not sincere enough."

The priest shook his head, but heard a sneer, and immediately after, the man took out a silver coin.

He no longer thought about the sneer just now, and after taking the silver coin reservedly, he nodded and said, "Come with me, only great priests can make holy water."

The great priest is the person with the highest authority in the town church.

He was about 50 years old, and looked very gentle. When the priest explained his intentions, he suddenly nodded and asked, "Have you paid the ransom?"

"It's over, it's not too late for them to reform, Great Priest, I think you should give them a chance."

"Yes, being able to pay the ransom money proves that you can reform yourself."

The high priest nodded, and took out a small bottle of holy water that was only the size of a thumb.

Feng Yun took it, opened the lid and smelled it, and put it in front of the god.

The god said confidently, "There is no trace of holy light, this is just ordinary water."

The faces of the great priest and the priest changed.

The great priest slapped the table angrily, "How dare you say it's water! What right do you, a lowly commoner, have to defile the God of Light!"

"I think it's you who defiled our Lord!"

Feng Yun covered the holy water and put it in the hands of the God of Light as evidence.

He pulled off the old cloak on his body, revealing the knight's casual clothes inside. The long sword around his waist was unsheathed with a snap, and the cold light refracted dazzling light under the shining of the holy light.

"The Lord's Hall of the God of Light, the Knights of the Holy Light, Fengyun? Santa Lorne, in the name of the God of Light, announced your death sentence. Are you ready for the trial?"

"Saint, Santa Lorne?" This is the name passed down by the first pope. As long as there is this surname, it is either the current pope or the next pope.

The great priest hurriedly got up and saluted, and at the same time argued: "Your Highness, I have never had any thoughts of disobeying the God of Light. I, I am his devout believer, and I am the most loyal believer of the Lord!"

"These words, go to hell and let the god of death hear it."

The strong holy light turned the long sword into a bright beam of light, and the holy light filled the dome outside the temple.

Everyone looked up, and saw the sun shining from the edge of the thick cloud that was so gloomy that it seemed to be about to collapse, and golden rays of light were clearly visible. It was sacred, lofty, and symbolized belated salvation.

"It's really nice weather."

His Excellency the Earl, who was riding in the carriage, poked his head out and marveled at the magnificent scenery.

Then he looked at the Templar Knight following the carriage, "If you are lying to me, I will hang you."

"Yes, yes, my lord, everything I said is true. Although I only took a look at it, the beauty of that woman is the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life."

"Hey, just like you, how many people have you met in your life?"

"Yes, my lord is right."

The carriage galloped along the road at high speed. Wherever it passed, civilians fell to their knees one after another, pressed their foreheads to the ground in fear and respect, and waited respectfully for the carriage to drive away.