The cultist picked up Fred, who was lying on the ground, just as he had picked up the thin man.
"Kneel down for me!" the believer shouted at him again. It was just like this that the crowd exploded.
"Kneel down" "Kneel down"! cried people, throwing whatever they had in their hands. Fred held the blood in his mouth, looked at the people around him who kept echoing, and sighed secretly, has society become so dark?
At this moment, someone shouted: "The knights are coming!" The cheering suddenly stopped, and people looked towards the other end of the street. Sure enough, a large group of knights wearing metal armor were walking towards this side.
The crowd exploded for a moment. In the church's remarks, they had a deep understanding of the darkness and evil of the knight. And they are still here bullying their leader. If they are caught by the knights, they will be jailed for at least a month.
Seeing the crowd dispersing in a hurry, the cultist was very worried and wanted to give Fred the greatest humiliation in public. For a knighthood, if the leader is humiliated, it is the same as directly humiliating the entire knighthood, and the negative impact will be even greater than directly humiliating the knighthood.
Seeing that the hard-earned opportunity to humiliate Fred was about to go to waste, the cultist raised his sandbag-sized fist and hit Fred hard in the abdomen.
"Wow"! A mouthful of blood spurted out from Fred's mouth. The cultist wanted to commit another atrocity, but suddenly a petite figure stood in front of Fred. The cultist was startled and stopped swinging his fist.
"You are not allowed to hurt him!" Fred, who was lying on the ground, looked up and saw a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Lily..." A gentle and doting voice came to the little girl's ears. The little girl did not look back, and stared at the cultist in front of her with a pair of big golden, bloodshot eyes.
"You are not allowed to hurt him!"
"Stinky girl!" Seeing the footsteps of the knights behind him approaching, the cultist gritted his teeth and yelled, "If you know what you are doing, get out of my way!" But no matter how the cultist roared, the little girl had no intention of getting out of the way.
The furious cultist raised his fist again, "You bitch, I'm telling you to get out of the way!" Seeing that the sandbag-sized fist was about to fall on the little girl, the little girl closed her eyes in fright, but her open arms No shrinkage at all.
Artoris opened her eyes and saw a vibrant garden in front of her. Artoris stretched out her arms and caught a petal blown by the wind.
“What does the wind mean to you?”…
Not feeling any pain, the little girl opened her eyes and saw a calloused hand stretched out from behind her to tightly grasp the cultist's fist.
Fred grabbed the cultivator's hand and broke it off, only to hear a "click", followed by the cultivator's painful wail. "Smelly old man, you...you..." Before the cultist could finish his words, a kick followed him on the chest.
The cultist stumbled and fell to the ground. When he got up clutching his chest, the knights who arrived had already surrounded him. But Fred and the little girl had already disappeared.
Holding the little girl in his arms, he rushed out of the crowd and ran into a deserted alley. Fred knelt down, placed the little girl firmly on the ground, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. It was obvious that she was seriously injured before the little girl could stand firm. Seeing Fred in this state, her eyes turned red.
"Why would you go to this point, even though those people have never been grateful to us."
Fred lowered his head and looked down at the girl in front of him, placing his scarred hands on her head.
"Silly girl, it is the duty of our knights to protect the country and the people here, isn't it?"
The little girl pushed away her big hand, "A country like this and people like this don't need to be protected at all."
Fred's hands froze in the air. He never imagined that his granddaughter would say such words. After choking for a moment, he said: "Lily, do you remember what I told you about chivalry?"
"The eternal myth - the immortal spirit of chivalry, believed in a belief. Standing on the solitary peak, let the wind blow around the torn clothes, pat the armor covered with dust, lift up the blood-stained Face, smile, staring into the distance. Honor, etiquette, humility, perseverance, loyalty, pride, piety...Grandpa, you have said it countless times, how come Lily doesn't remember it."
Fred nodded happily, "As knights, their bodies have shed too much blood, but their spirit of loyalty to the empire is like a pair of solid armor, protecting the chest of the motherland. There are It is because of the knight's perseverance that the empire has unparalleled pride and reserve. We should all believe that the spiritual home of each of our warriors and knights has an empire for which we can sacrifice everything. That is our belief.
The empire is proud and holy, even the empire in trouble. Why? Because he still has the loyal protection of knights. Each knight defended the proud empire with his life. He didn't expect to get anything. Maybe it was just the empire's confidence that he would protect itself.
For the innate pride and confidence of the empire, the knight found his mission. For him, life can be taken in order to fulfill his mission of protecting the empire. "
"But grandpa protects people, who will protect grandpa?" The little girl could clearly see glistening tears in her eyes when she looked at Fred. Fred wiped the little girl's tears with the cloth of his sleeves.
"Grandpa, you are enough..."
"It's protection!" Artolis replied: "Chivalry is a kind of belief, a sharp sword for people to defeat all ugliness. They protect people, just like the wind blowing across the earth, it brings the fragrance of flowers, But I never expected to take anything away." Artolis turned around and her eyes fell on a man behind her.
"Sometimes it seems that those who are loyal to the church are a bit pitiful. The gods they believe in are undoubtedly enjoying their sacrifices. If it is for the benefit of the most people, then the sacrifice is certainly worth it from an overall perspective. But intricately intertwined political interests can sometimes cause personal and historical hatred." Artolis tied her long, messy hair around her chest, "I'm right, Tris."
"But you still chose to protect them, didn't you? Maybe this is also the source of your cornerstone talent." Tris's words touched Artolis.
"Captain Fred is the stupidest person in the world. Until he passed away, he still believed that his faith and spirit could move people. But he never thought about the meaning of his protection..." Artoris loosened her grip and let the wind blow the petals away.
"Grandpa is gone, what's the point of my protection?"
