Early the next morning, someone knocked on Laing's door. The White Wolf Knight was still sleepy. He looked up and saw that the sky was still dark. "Who is it?"
"Laing! Wake up! We've already finished our morning classes and prayers! " It was the Paladin Al Frey. This guy was full of energy early in the morning. He knocked on Laing's door. "Wake up! Come with me for a walk on the streets. I have a lot to tell you! "
"What the …" Laing covered his head. It was winter, and the sky was still dark. These Paladins were already so energetic.
Laing had no choice but to open the door, wash up hurriedly, and change into a noble's clothes.
Remembering the promise with the sorceress last night, Laing hesitated for a long time, but still knocked on Teresa's door. "Teresa?"
The door opened quickly. Teresa had already changed into a winter coat. Her shimmering black hair was also tied up with a hairpin. The woman had obviously put on makeup. Her purple eyeshadow and sparkling red lips slightly faded the coldness of her coldness. She was bright and moving.
When the woman saw Ryan, her silver eyes lit up, but she immediately noticed Alfreid standing behind Ryan. The light in her eyes immediately dimmed. "Didn't I tell you that you're not going to be able to fight me? Laing? Please don't bring random people to my door! "
"I'm going shopping with Ah Fu and the others in the morning. Do you want to come?" Laing immediately made a gentlemanly bow, and then put his big hand in front of the woman. "White Wolf Knight Laing sincerely invites you!"
"… I don't see how you're sincere." Seeing that the man was being courteous, Teresa raised her chin, and then put her small hand wrapped in a white lace glove on the man's big hand. "… But I can't refuse you. I'll accompany you."
Seeing this, Al Frey thought that women were really troublesome creatures.
Laing's childhood friend had never been interested in the affairs between men and women. He had always thought that women were troublesome creatures. Seeing the two of them like this, Al Frey thought that there was something wrong with Laing's thinking!
How could women be more interesting than praying and doing morning exercises? Laing must have made a mistake.
I have to persuade Laing when I have the chance.
After a simple breakfast, Paladin Frey, Alfred, and a young paladin named Alex went to the Church of Justice. Laing and Teresa followed behind the three paladins.
Most of the time, the Sacred Samurai did not live the ascetic lifestyle that people imagined, eating black bread and water every day. They either cultivated or prayed all day long, or went out to punish evil and promote good.
It was not like that.
Paladins were also humans and had their own lives. They would also get married and become parents. They also needed to earn money. The Church of Justice often emphasized that "justice requires a price." In reality, they were emphasizing that Paladins couldn't not take a single cent when they were doing good deeds. This was because Paladins needed to eat, and the Church of Justice also needed to earn income.
So what was the difference between the Sacred Samurai and the mercenaries?
The Sacred Samurai had their own stand and their own commandments. Everything they did was to establish order and fight against evil. In the invasion of Chaos, the Green Wave, and the War of the Undead, the Sacred Samurai were always on the frontlines. If it weren't for their precious sacrifice, the human race might have faced extinction.
Fifty years ago, there was once a huge army of Chaos that used the energy tide to pass through the Gate of Chaos and appeared in the Taqir Desert. The God of Justice had long predicted this. 20,000 paladins under the lead of a bishop of the Church of Justice spent fifteen days to cross the desert and face the army of Chaos.
A terrible war broke out. When the war ended, there were only 23 Sacred Samurai and the bishop standing on the altar.
This bishop was the current Archbishop of the Church of Justice, "Death" Fukma Beckman.
Therefore, the Sacred Samurai were also known as the "Backbone of the World".
Laing and Teresa walked side by side on the street. He asked Freud, the Templar leading the team, "Mr. Freud, does the Church of Justice have ready-made chainmail and breastplates?"
"Of course. Do you need them, Mr. Laing?"
"Yes. My armor was damaged in the previous battle, so I need a new one," Freud said without hesitation.
"Mister Leon, you're an old friend of the Church of Justice. Alright, I'll sell you all the armors we have in stock at a 20% discount. But you'll have to try them out yourself." Freud didn't hesitate to accept the offer.
After the deal was done, the group went to the Church of Justice. Laing chose a chainmail and breastplate. The blacksmith of the church modified the armor according to his body shape. Then, Laing took out a piece of parchment and handed it to the blacksmith. "Can you help me change this pattern on the shoulder plate?"
"What's this?" The blacksmith took the parchment and saw a pattern that looked like a family emblem.
A sword pierced through the middle of a book. On the back of the book was a white and red emblem of a kite shield. There were no words on the book, only a red seal and a silver skull.
"This will be my family emblem in the future," Laing nodded. "Can I make it?"
"Of course. It's a little strange, but it won't be a problem." The blacksmith accepted the task and the two agreed to come back the next day. Then, Laing brought Teresa out of the Church of Justice. The two strolled through the winter streets, creating a unique atmosphere.
Teresa reached out and grabbed the man's big hand. Laing didn't try to break free.
Half of the sun's face was exposed. Nords loved to wake up early. By the time Laing and Teresa left the Church of Justice, many townsfolk had already woken up. Black smoke was coming out of the chimneys of every house. It was a sunny day. Despite the strong winds, many townsfolk were already praying.
They were all believers of the God of Dawn. Believers of the God of Dawn usually prayed at the first light of dawn. This was a reference to the saying, "The plan of the day lies in the morning."
"Actually, I think it's a little troublesome. It's tiring to pray every day, don't you think?" Laing looked at the townsfolk praying and smiled at Teresa. "When does the Mysterious Lady ask her believers to pray to her?"
"We only pray on the fifteenth day of March every year. Other than that, we rarely pray." The sorceress enjoyed the feeling of two people strolling through the streets in the middle of winter. Her tone couldn't help but become cheerful.
"Pfft! 315？” Unexpectedly, Ryan couldn't help but laugh. "It really suits your Jialan festival."
“？？？ What do you mean? " The sorceress was baffled. She asked, "Then, what is your Lord of the White Wolf's request for prayer?"
"Him? I doubt he'll even listen to our prayers. Hmm … Every year, on the first snowfall after winter, we'll light a bonfire and pray to the Lord of the White Wolf. "Laing nodded." Under other circumstances, we can pray when we have time. If we don't have time, we won't force it. "
Different churches had different requirements for praying. The more orderly a god was, the higher the requirements for praying. For example, the paladins and priests of the God of Justice would pray and pray every day at dawn, rain or shine, even on holidays. However, the requirements of the God of Dawn were not so strict. It was best if the believers remembered that praying was the best. If they were too busy and forgot about it, or if it was a cloudy or rainy day, it would be fine if they did not pray.
Spellcasters were contradictory existences to begin with, because the path of arcane magic itself had little to do with belief. Compared to believing in the Goddess of Magic, spellcasters were obviously more inclined to delve into the essence of magic, so it was more or less the same for them to do it once a year.
The two walked along the gravel road. The partnership between the royal knight and the Gallan sorceress was enough to ensure that everyone avoided them. Every time they arrived at a shop, Teresa would drag Laing in to take a look and buy some gadgets.
These simple handmade items or snacks made from basic food were usually things that the sorceress would throw away like a shoe. However, Teresa seemed to be in high spirits today. Laing wondered what was wrong with this woman.
His father gave him powerful genes, and his extraordinary physique gave him great physical strength. Would he be exhausted from shopping with a woman? No such thing!
After walking for two blocks, a group of people attracted Laing's attention.
There was an old woman who looked to be in her fifties, sitting on a chair in the corner of the street. Around her, there was a large group of children. The younger ones were only five or six years old, while the older ones were thirteen or fourteen years old. What they all had in common was that most of them were wearing tattered clothes. They sat around the old woman.
The old woman used her withered hands to take out a basket from behind her. There were some small fruits in the basket.
As soon as they saw the snacks, the hungry children rushed forward. Pairs of dirty little hands desperately reached for the fruits in the basket.
To the royal knight and the council member, these sour and astringent fruits were the worst food. However, in the eyes of these children, they were the most delicious food. Many poor people could not eat them.
"Everyone, don't rush! Wash your hands first! " The old woman hurriedly waved her hand to stop the children. Although the children's eyes were full of desire, they still obediently followed the old woman's instructions. The children lined up to wash their hands in a bucket on the side.
After lining up to wash, the children were all given some small fruits. They gathered in front of the old auntie. The old auntie took out some small wooden sticks and let the older children distribute the sticks to each of the children.
"What are they doing?" Teresa was curious.
"Let's go take a look." Laing reached out to grab the female warlock's small hand. Teresa rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't resist. Instead, she quietly followed behind him. Her breath smelled like orchids. "Don't tell me that you, the famous White Wolf Knight who slaughtered his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood … likes children?"
"No, I actually don't like children. Children don't have any sense of logic, and …" Laing shook his head. "You know that I like peace and quiet. My life is filled with battle and slaughter. When I have time, I don't find women to vent my frustrations on, and I can't go back to my home in Auteny. That's why I prefer to find a quiet corner and rest. Children … they're too noisy."
Teresa was stunned.
In that instant, the female warlock from the Garland Council suddenly felt as if she had walked into Laing's heart for the first time.
This was the real Laing, hidden behind his open-mindedness and deep understanding of the ways of the world.
Ever since she had met Laing, the image that Laing had displayed in front of her was always open-minded, cheerful, and humorous. He was familiar with the ways of the world, and acted like an old and experienced person.
But she knew what he was feeling.
Laing's face instantly revealed a lonely expression, and his tone was filled with self-mockery. This was called loneliness.
Why would this famous White Wolf Knight feel lonely when he saw a group of children surrounding an old woman, begging for food?
She began to think about Laing's past.
Laing's past was completely traceable. He had adoptive parents, had his own childhood, and had many friends. He also had an extremely outstanding Godfather to guide him.
In this sort of situation, why would he feel lonely?
After thinking about it for a while, Teresa immediately thought of an extremely important piece of information regarding Laing's past.
All of Laing's current information began after he was picked up by Norman when he was three years old.
Then what about before he was three years old?
Did Laing have any memories of before he was three years old?
For what purpose would his father abandon a three-year-old child, and for what reason would he leave such a one-handed sword to a three-year-old child?
For the first time, Teresa was deeply curious about Laing.
Thinking about it carefully, why would he not want to be her partner?
Obviously, he was not satisfied with her.
The sorceress thought about her performance since she met him, from the beginning of the battle in the Meen Forest, then the battle at the dock in Calcen Haven, the banquet in the evening, and then the five days of crossing the mountain, until last night, when she directly gave a black face to the friends he brought.
Heh ~
Teresa had not thought about everything in detail, and she sneered in her heart.
This kind of performance is really unpresentable. Along the way, not only did I not help him much, but I also caused trouble for him many times, and then I kept giving him a black face.
If she were to put herself in his shoes and work with such a bad-tempered male adept as a partner, what would the outcome be?
Teresa's face alternated between red and white.
Not to mention, if there was such a male wizard working with her, with her temper and way of doing things, it would be light for them to turn against each other and become enemies.
The most likely outcome would be a fight.
Thinking of this, the sorceress's back became wet, and her pretty face turned pale.
I … What have I been doing all this time?!
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