In battle, what is more painful than being unable to fight back is that every counterattack is in vain. Lemons kept retreating, his long sword, a mysterious item, becoming a liability due to the limitations of close combat.
There had been many times when the messenger had bypassed the thin stick and smashed it into his helmet, or restrained its movement and forced the user to reveal a flaw. But in the face of such a fierce, fast, sharp and smooth attack, his rich experience and skills honed over many years were of no use. Joey didn't need the help of mystery and magic power. His incredible fighting skills alone were enough to suppress the Holy Knight Captain of the Council of Light and the strongest knight under the agent of the God of Light.
The paladin captain believed that if the armor on his body was not a product of magic, the messenger's sword would have chewed through the mail and leather at the gaps, bringing out blood fountains and trophies of flesh.
Or maybe the messenger deliberately didn't strike hard. But as far as he knew, Bai was not the kind of person who enjoyed the pleasure gained from humiliating others. He is pure warrior.
Suddenly a thrust burst out from his chest. Lemons raised his head in surprise and saw a shining white light blooming in the palm of the priestess's hand. A pale gold beam of light descended from the sky, pushing the messenger far away.
"Holy Protection"!
'Keep your heart righteous, worship evil and avoid taboos'
"Come on, you betrayer! A gangster who robs other people's property!" Arabella raised her head and said. She held the silver staff tightly, and brilliance flowed from the top.
The sacred magic given to believers by Lucia——
The effect of the magic solved the crisis, but Lemons suddenly felt palpitations. Will the messenger change his target because of this? After all, he came here for the Elf Gold Cup.
The paladin captain listened desperately to the white-robed priest's cry. She has no idea how strong Bai is, he thought to himself, we are old rivals, and the priest I teamed up with before was your predecessor.
But the goddess finally answered his prayer, and the messenger turned a blind eye to the priestess.
Joey is not stingy with magic, so it is still summer in Winnipeg, but the Frost Moon at Lancaster Manor has arrived early. The cold wind blowing from all directions, the snowflakes falling all over the face, and the pale traces of frost growing aimlessly and wantonly made the Paladin suddenly return to the snow-capped mountains of Morris. He breathed in the dry, cold oxygen, and his lungs felt like knives.
The flowers in the courtyard had no time to wither, and were preserved by the ice and snow for eternity. Lemons inadvertently saw pansies all over the ground, and the face-like patterns on the shallow petals made his heart contract.
Lemons poured magic into the crystal on the hilt of the sword. The warm light drove away the stiffness, but he still felt numbness in his joints. Such an environment was like a fish in water for the enemy. When he saw Joey raise a hand, the magic power around him spontaneously surged towards the young man. Arabella no longer tried to divert attention. She held the cup in her other hand, wanting to threaten to break it but feeling vaguely reluctant to do so.
"You are not here for the Elf Gold Cup." He finally understood. "It's about the accident at Venevoise fifteen years ago. The White Catastrophe, that's what they call it."
Joey's arm stopped.
"The Paladins are just fulfilling their promise. Demons cannot exist in the land of Knox. We swore an oath." The Paladin Captain of the Glorious Council said while resisting with difficulty. He was finally able to enjoy a moment of respite. "Some people died, some profited from it, but no matter what, the Council will never go against Lucia's teachings - we are carrying out the mission of guarding Knox. It is as faithful as the epitaph engraved on the stone tablet."
Perhaps some later generations have exaggerated, but demon hunting is indeed not one of them. Lemmons believes that the messenger also knows the truth. The demons spread their seeds on the land of Binyaio. They swarmed, multiplied, and secretly accumulated strength. With unquenchable ambition and bottomless desire, they waited patiently to open the cracks in the law for their ancestors.
Croita has a vision of disaster, and now they can't just sit back and watch. The astrologer spread the news throughout the mysterious world, so the active mysterious organizations on the continent once again joined forces - Croy of the Sky, the Council of Radiance, the Oath Keepers Alliance and the School of Silence, and together they launched a demon hunting campaign.
The one that was ultimately most affected was Whinivalse, a cold city located at the foot of the snow-capped mountains and on the edge of the forest.
"There are necromancers in Four Leaf City." Joey suddenly said. "He's from Whinneys, a survivor of the White Plague."
"Adults should have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, but it is a pity that adults are not smart." How can we blame the Parliament for this? Mortals are ultimately beasts of selfish desire.
"Croita has lost a garrison."
"I'm sorry for this." This was not good, and finally it was the knight captain's turn to look stiff.
"Two-thirds of the people in the Four Leaf Territory became corpse eaters and skeleton soldiers."
Joey watched his expression carefully. "Newell, the necromancer, avenged his family members who perished in the massacre. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth."
"...!!"
Lemons' throat rolled. He could not deceive himself that it was not a by-product of justice. Hatred and blood were more unforgettable to mortals than holy baptism. He should have expected it.
"He found the wrong person." The knight admitted in a low voice, "We are the executioners."
…
"You mean the Wheel Gang? The local gang?"
"In the name of Gaia, this is the truth."
"But this is illogical. How could the gangsters deceive the Lancoste family? Could it be that the nobles have some shady deals?"
"It's obvious." The apprentice sighed. "The treasurer of the city is Jaice Lancost. The Norn of Berti, before that lady became the Earl of Iceland, his power was so great that he was only under Ser Neddon. You know the man when I went to inquire about the news? What did the administrator say? He told me that the goods inside were prohibited items without paying taxes."
"What's the meaning?"
"Jaais instigated the Wheel Gang to rob the goods, and then collected taxes from the poor merchants on the goods before they were robbed. He made money twice on the same batch of goods, and also plundered other people's belongings."
The mercenary was shocked speechless by this shameless operation. He took two steps back in disbelief, touching his forehead with one hand and supporting his waist with the other. His eyes unconsciously slid from the warehouse door to the license plate behind him.
Two short-billed crows, as black as night clouds, stopped beside the lamp stand in disrepair and lowered their heads innocently. The thieving bird blinked at him.
York put down his hand and said, "I've learned a lot."
This is beneficial. "So I think it should be someone from the Wheel Gang who pretended to be a Paladin and teamed up with Jaice to rob the caravan. There was a murder nearby two days ago, and it was probably the work of the gang." Uriel looked at Hei Huixing. In the alley, the warehouse at the end still has traces of repairs.
"You have two choices now. One is to tell your companions about the matter and let them realize that the conflict stems from a misunderstanding, then the problem will be solved."
However, York shook his head: "No, you don't know the adventurer well enough. Mercenaries are not people with interests. Once the battle begins, the adventurer will not give up first until there is a clear victory or defeat. This is a matter of honor."
Even if I am a newcomer, I know that only a guy like you who has been a mercenary for more than ten years and has not made any progress will think that adventurers only seek fame and not wealth. Uriel cursed. "Don't be stupid, brother, I can guarantee that your companions will not be happy to see anyone injured because of this, not to mention your group leader among them."
But York's stubbornness exceeded his imagination, "What about the second one?"
Uriel had no choice but to answer: "The second option is to go to the Paladins and ask them to stop and make a truce first. But I think there is little hope for this." More than just little hope? The Paladins were blamed by the gangs because of their reputation. It was natural that they would want to clean up the social garbage; but as an innocent party, it was impossible for them to be open to the Knox mercenary group who came to their door.
"There is a third option." The light element stared at him.
Uriel didn't need to look to know what he was planning. "There is no third kind. Stop dreaming."
"Wait, wait." The mercenary held his shoulders, his tone full of excitement and prayer. "We find the cargo, hand over the culprit to the Knights, and then return to Knox to tell Boss Calder that we have solved the problem-"
