The gentle evening breeze blew in his face.
In the slums near the port of Arendelle, a group of half-grown children were gathered together. The sound of a sailor's horn came from the seaside, but the children didn't care at all. They gathered in a circle and focused on the front. From time to time, someone stood on the other side and imitated, posing a posture that was a bit like the sword form [Horizontal Slash].
They were secretly learning combat skills.
For these children who lived at the bottom, they didn't have much ambition. Their parents encouraged them to come here more in the hope that they could secretly learn something so that they wouldn't be bullied when they worked at the docks in the future.
It was always good to know a few moves.
On the other side of the slums was a cheap hotel with a shed for mules and horses on the side. The air was a little muddy, and the road outside was not muddy because of the prosperity of Arendelle, but it was inevitable that water would accumulate when it rained. This was the poorest area of Arendelle, but the people living here were not sallow and emaciated. At most, they were dressed shabbily.
The Paladins lived here for the time being.
As representatives of the Lawful Good Camp, many of them refused to enjoy life and firmly believed in their own dogma.
Therefore, the Paladins refused the accommodations arranged by the court of Arendelle and chose a cheap hotel, because although they held great power, they were not a wealthy group.
A young Paladin was teaching a half-grown child.
There were other Paladins watching nearby. His name was no longer important. Since leaving the City of Wealth, his beliefs had been tempered too much.
Now, he was the user of the Holy Avenger.
The Paladins called him the "Hand of Justice." Although he hadn't fully entered the realm of legends and had his own title, he was now very close to this step.
In a very short period of time, he relied on his faith and will to surpass many of his companions.
The warden also lived in this somewhat shabby little hotel. In the face of the fearful expression of the innkeeper, his dignified face always showed a smile as much as possible.
Pity.
Tolerance.
Integrity.
The Paladins had a completely different attitude towards the noble class and the commoners. This attitude was just the opposite of other people. Ordinary people flattered the nobles when they came in contact with them and despised the lower class. Paladins, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. They treated the nobles harshly, but treated the commoners kindly and peacefully. From the perspective of the paladins, most of the nobles were evil, and their rule often made life difficult for ordinary people.
"Alright."
"Let them practice on their own. Accompany me to Arendelle's palace later. We must see the Princess Royal again. "
The warden nodded slightly to the young Paladin. He had witnessed the growth of this young man and watched him find his own path. The young paladin did not fall into a paranoid fanaticism. He firmly believed in justice and had his own understanding, so he finally chose [Justice] because he believed that [Justice] could make the world better.
The training stopped.
The young paladin reached out and patted the apprentice's head. He smiled and said a few words, then turned and entered the inn.
When he was trained as a Saint Samurai, he was also a child of this age.
Now, so many years had passed in the blink of an eye, and he had touched the door of the legendary realm. Although he had made a vow not to marry and have children, he could not help but feel a trace of fatherly feeling towards this disciple.
He was still very young.
But his experience had made his face full of vicissitudes, and more of a settled perseverance. He began to understand the older paladins.
A group of paladins walked towards the palace.
From time to time, people saw them on the road. Ordinary people nodded slightly, merchants looked a little surprised, and even people who wandered in the gray area saw them. At most, they were a little worried and scared, and then hid.
This was not the City of Wealth.
This was the richest and most prosperous country in the north of the continent. This was Arendelle, ruled by the Princess Royal.
Arendelle also had its gray area.
But the commoners here would not choose to ask for help from the paladins, because although their lives were poor, it was not to the point of being unbearable.
More often than not, they chose to believe in the laws of Arendelle.
The rule of the Princess Royal maintained the clarity of the laws of Arendelle, and there were naturally laws to punish those who were too evil. Ordinary people hardly needed the help of the paladins, and they knew that the price of such help was too heavy.
A city.
A country.
To judge the extent of their civilization, the simplest point was to see if they could accommodate the existence of the paladins.
The City of Wealth could not do it.
But Arendelle did it. Another place that could do this was called Mordor. Although the residents often observed them with indifferent eyes, they still tolerated the appearance of the paladins.
The law.
The most similar thing between Mordor and Arendelle was that they both had strict laws.
The commoners of Arendelle maintained respect for the paladins, and the nobles maintained politeness to the paladins. The former did not regard them as a light of hope, and the latter did not regard them as a threat to themselves. Because under the rule of the Princess Royal, the nobles strictly fulfilled their rights and obligations. They did not think that the paladins needed to judge them. They were just doing what the nobles should do, so they were not afraid of the paladins in their hearts, and naturally there was not so much hostility.
Outside the palace.
There was no doubt that the warden returned without success again.
The Princess Royal had an absolutely noble status in Arendelle. If she did not want to see these paladins, then they could not see her anyway.
The warden did not want to give up so easily.
He knew that his request was a bit excessive and may cause the Princess Royal's power to be seriously damaged, but he also knew that the Princess Royal was one of the few people in the material plane who could repair the Holy Avenger, so he would never give up easily.
Continuous refusal.
This made the other younger paladins a little dissatisfied. They believed that repairing the Holy Avenger was a righteous and sacred thing, and the Princess Royal should never refuse such a thing.
If it weren't for the prosperity and peace of Arendelle, they would have thought that the Princess Royal did not understand what a righteous cause was!
The paladins easily fell into paranoia.
Especially when justice filled their minds, fanaticism would cause many things to be seen as unjust.
The warden needed to guide them and guide the way for these young people.
The Princess Royal was willing to help them repair the Holy Avenger, which was a favor, and not willing to help them repair the Holy Avenger, which was a duty.
You should not use morality to kidnap others, otherwise, you would also be kidnapped by morality.
The paladins needed guidance.
They were not a bunch of stubborn people from the Church of the Lord of Light, and the warden had always sneered at their education methods. The young paladins always relied on their passion to join their ranks, but only after experiencing various setbacks could they grow into real paladins. He had already guided a Hand of Justice, and the warden hoped that there would be more young people like this in the future.
Because he felt the aura of the coming turmoil.
Outside the palace.
A carriage team gradually approached, and then a tall and handsome man with blond hair appeared. He was the second prince of the Falcon Kingdom, and recently he wanted to go to the palace of Arendelle whenever he had nothing to do. The warden had seen him three times at the gate because he had always wanted to visit the Princess Royal. As before, the second prince of the Falcon Kingdom looked a little surprised and uneasy when he saw them, and then pretended to pass by from the side as if nothing had happened. This guy did not even dare to pass by in front of the warden. There was no doubt that he was not confident when facing the paladins.
Once again, they returned without success.
The warden could not help but feel a little tired. The Princess Royal had almost nothing to ask of the paladins, and naturally the paladins could not provide anything in return.
Power?
With the strength of the Princess Royal, there were almost no mortals in the material plane who could defeat her!
Wealth?
Not to mention whether the paladins had money or not, there were not many people in the entire material plane who could be richer than the Princess Royal. It was estimated that only the ruler of the city of Mordor could be comparable.
There was no way to provide anything to the Princess Royal, and naturally the paladins could not ask for anything.
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