As summer came, a warm monsoon blew in Arendelle.
Except for the mountains covered by snow all year round, the whole of Arendelle was full of vitality. Winter wheat had sprouted and grown, and the fields were green with spring. Spring here came later than in other places. Because they only sowed once a year, the residents of the Frost Kingdom obviously attached great importance to cultivation. In addition to winter wheat, they would also plant some other cold-resistant crops.
On this day.
A group of outsiders arrived in Arendelle. They were dressed in neat armor and worn cloaks. The silver-white mottled armor reflected light in the sun, and occasionally residents who encountered them would bow their heads humbly.
This was a group of Paladins from the outside world.
Unlike the cities they had been to, they rarely encountered any help in Arendelle. Even the lowest of the poor just bowed to them to show respect. What happened in the City of Wealth did not repeat here because Arendelle had its own laws, and these laws had been strictly enforced.
This was the rich and prosperous Arendelle, and there was a great and noble Princess Royal here!
The purpose of the Paladin's trip was to ask for help. There were very few people in the world who had the ability to repair the Holy Avenger, and the Princess Royal of Arendelle was one of them.
Because she was a Divine Sorcerer, a powerful spellcaster with divine power!
The dock area.
The young Paladin walked on the streets of the dock area. He didn't know when it started, but he liked to visit the slums in every city he passed by, because in his opinion, those were the places that represented the civilization of a city and a country. He liked Arendelle because it was the most vibrant city he had ever seen, second only to Mordor where his companions had just brought back the news. If there was a chance in the future, he might go to see Mordor with his own eyes to see if it was really so orderly and peaceful there.
The battle of the Underdark had been over for a long time.
Although his strength touched the edge of the legendary realm and he had the ability of a perfect body, he still could not break through the boundary of the legendary realm.
Because he had not yet found his own field. Courage, faith, sacrifice, justice, fearlessness, protection, order, kindness! … …
He was a little confused.
He did not lack courage, nor did he lack faith. He was more willing to make sacrifices, but he still could not find the core that would allow him to break through. Because if he wanted to master the Paladin's domain power, he had to find his truest self and his most sincere faith!
That was the power that was branded in the depths of his soul!
The young Paladin had already made a vow of poverty. As the chosen one of the Holy Avengers, he would not marry or have children for the rest of his life. He would not leave any wealth behind. Except for weapons and equipment, he would use all his wealth to help the poor. He would refuse any comfort and pleasure. He would fight to maintain order and uphold justice until the moment of his death!
He stood on the verge of becoming a legend.
He had a very strong premonition that as long as he crossed this barrier, he would truly have the power to fight for his faith!
People were coming and going on the pier.
A little boy sitting on a wooden stump attracted his attention. The young paladin seemed to have felt something. It was a kind of pure soul power.
Thus, he walked over.
The young Paladin squatted in front of the little boy and saw a trace of envy in his eyes. The little boy looked in a certain direction with longing eyes. It was a noble young man in a luxurious wizard robe. Noticing the arrival of the Paladin, he turned his head gently but did not speak. He was wearing shabby clothes, which meant that he was born poor and might be the child of a dock worker. The little boy looked at him calmly, with a trace of curiosity and respect.
The young Paladin smiled and said, "Birth is the arrangement of fate, but the future can be created by yourself."
"Do you believe in justice?"
The little boy's expression was a little doubtful, but he still nodded gently.
The young Paladin smiled. He pressed his palm on the little boy's forehead, and a holy and pure power emerged.
— — "Holy Baptism!"
— — "Holy Blessing!"
… …
Arendelle, Royal Palace.
Princess Royal sat on the throne and looked down. She held an invitation letter in her hand. This invitation letter came from the south coast, from a place called Mordor. She gently rubbed her forehead and looked out of the window. Princess Anna stood on the balcony, looking into the distance. Her face seemed to be a little haggard. As the first successor of Arendelle, because of the early death of her parents, Princess Royal had always been like a sister to Princess Anna. Now Princess Anna looked like this, which she did not want to see.
But it was difficult for her to accept that man, even now, because as a Warlock, she felt a lot from him.
Blood, killing, death.
Some power that she could not understand yet, but it was very dangerous!
She did not want Princess Anna to be involved.
There was a guard outside the door reporting that a group of paladins from other places seemed to want to see her. Princess Royal's attitude towards the paladins was neither good nor bad. At this time, she was not in the mood to see them, so she ordered them to wait first. The appearance of the paladins must be something. Whether it was good or bad, it was very troublesome. She did not have the energy to care so much now.
What she was most worried about now was Anna, and she was also hesitating whether to accept the invitation of Mordor.
Because once she accepted the invitation, Arendelle would be on the same side as Mordor, which was an attitude to other forces.
On the balcony.
Princess Anna was holding a delicate cloth doll in her hand, which looked seventy to eighty percent similar to Søren. Her expression at the moment was a little sad. The girl squeezed the cloth doll hard, and while squeezing, she said to herself in a sobbing voice, "Bastard! … Idiot! … Stupid pig! … "
"You have the guts to become a god! But you don't have the guts to come and marry me! … "
"Bastard! … Coward! … Coward! … "
"I hate you!!! … "
Crystal tears fell down drop by drop, and the grievances in her heart finally made Princess Anna cry. She squeezed the cloth doll that looked like Søren hard, as if this would make her feel better. She didn't understand why, she didn't understand why she threw away her pride as a princess for him, but that bastard coward didn't even dare to see her!
She just felt very wronged in her heart.
She wanted to rush over and bite that bastard to death!
Princess Royal stood in the hall and sighed faintly. As the most powerful protector of Arendelle, as long as she wanted, every move in the palace could not be hidden from her perception.
She slowly walked towards Princess Anna.
The girl seemed to have heard the footsteps. She put away the cloth doll with a flustered expression, then wiped her tears casually. When she turned around, she was already smiling. Princess Anna glanced at the invitation in Princess Royal's hand and said in an expectant voice, "Sister! You will go! Right? "
Even if that man treated her like this, she still hoped that Princess Royal could stand on his side.
"Alas! … "
Princess Royal couldn't help but sigh. She reached out and took Princess Anna into her arms, and said faintly, "Silly girl! … "
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