Laing slowly approached until he was next to the Lake Fairy.
The Lake Fairy reached out a flawless hand and put a small bottle in Laing's hand. "This is the potion holy water. Take it, my champion. Use it at a critical moment. It can temporarily block the evil god's sight."
"Thank you very much, my lady." Laing took the holy water and expressed his gratitude to the Lake Fairy. With the Lake Fairy's protection, Laing could fight the Aesthetic Association without worry. He did not have to worry about being directly watched and cursed by the evil god.
"You still need to take care of the fallen demon hunter first. Otherwise, I am very worried that the demon hunter system will collapse." The Lake Fairy's ankle-length blonde hair exuded a pure fragrance. In front of Laing, the Lake Fairy did not hide her beautiful face. "You are not afraid of corruption, but not everyone has the ability to do so. I once sent a Holy Grail Knight to the extreme north to kill a big demon, but when I saw him again, he had become a hedonistic cult member. He said he wanted to give me to his new master."
"…" Laing could not answer this question. He was the king's son, the geno prototype, who could completely isolate the subspace erosion. He was the only one in the world. Even the Holy Grail Knight could not resist the terrible chaos corruption in the extreme north.
After a long conversation, Laing's spirit was still flowing. His spirit and soul did not show any signs of instability. The Lake Fairy saw this and nodded. With Laing's existence, she could visit the main material world more often.
It was good for her to carry out her plan.
Before she could say anything, Ryan said very understandingly, "You're always welcome at my new home, my lady."
"… Visiting the main material world is always interesting. I will come often."
The next morning, Laing got up and washed up. He went to the dining room. Catherine was already making breakfast. The little girl was singing happily. She put bacon, fried eggs, and buttered bread on the table.
"Where is Veronica? Laing took a sip of the warm milk. The little apprentice's cooking skills were not bad.
The sound of high heels hitting the ground came from the stairs. "Coming."
Today, Garland was dressed in a milk-colored lily-patterned dress and a grey wolf fur coat. She wore nude-colored stockings and milk-white heels, and a pearl necklace around her neck. She looked like a pristine lily. Veronica walked down the stairs gracefully and sat down in the dining room. "Let's go to the arena today."
"Go and find Belt? Do you think Belt is hiding in the arena? " Laing couldn't stop looking at her in amazement, but the man knew that business was more important. When the work was over, the two of them had plenty of time.
"I've spent a lot of time thinking about it, but I still can't come to a conclusion." Veronica shook her head. It seemed that the witch was also very troubled about Belt's whereabouts. "But the arena is the easiest target to find. Its location is fixed, and there are traces to follow."
The little apprentice, Catherine, had changed out of her witch robe into a maid's uniform. She wore a white apron decorated with flounces, a black dress with a white collar, and a white headscarf on her head. The little girl happily hummed a song, completely unaware of what she had just avoided. She stood in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Today's breakfast was delicious oatmeal and fried ham.
"So I'm going to be a gladiator?" Laing said casually.
"No … I have to say, Laing, you're too big of a target. You're too conspicuous." Veronica spread jam on the bread and shook her head gently. "Ryan, sometimes having too much fame can be a disadvantage. It's hard for you to hide your brilliance now, and I don't know how to disguise myself. If you go to the arena openly to look for someone, the chances of you finding Belt will be zero."
Laing nodded. He had to admit that Veronica's words made sense. As for why Veronica didn't say that she would look for Belt herself, it was because it was even more inappropriate for a woman to enter the arena.
Only a small part of the arena in Marlin Castle were slave gladiators. Most of them were "free gladiators", which were professionals who wanted to make a quick buck. With the large floating population in Marlin Castle, it was easy for Belt to escape.
"So we have to find another way. Laing, we need a trustworthy and powerful man. Let him be a gladiator and secretly look for Belt's whereabouts." Veronica told Ryan the plan she had come up with. "I'll monitor the movements of the Aesthete Society, and you'll investigate the movements of the arena."
"No, we have to work together." Laing raised a finger. "The Aesthetic Society isn't the most important thing right now."
"…" Veronica knew what Laing meant. Investigating the Aesthetic Society was too dangerous, "But …"
"Oh! Veronica, do you still remember Erma's story? "Laing said seriously." I don't want you to become like her, not at all … "
Erma, a female member of the Garland Council, recklessly investigated the Order of Chaos alone. Soon after, she disappeared without a trace.
That was still considered good. If she disappeared without a trace, she would at most be considered dead.
But a month later, the Garland Council began to receive a package signed by Erma. When the apprentice opened the package, he was scared out of his wits.
Inside the package was half of Erma's face.
Then everything began. Every month, the Garland Council would receive a package containing a part of Erma's body. It could be a limb, a piece of skin, or an organ.
This process lasted for ten years.
Veronica naturally knew this story. Thinking that her partner was concerned about her safety, the witch crossed her arms and crossed her long legs. Her pair of white bunnies bounced, and a pair of crystal ribbon earrings appeared faintly under her long, dark brown curly hair. "You can't bear to part with me?" she asked.
"I can't bear to part with you." Laing's serious expression moved Veronica. She forced herself to calm down, but she still couldn't hide the joy in her voice. "Alright then. Let's find a suitable candidate to enter the arena."
"The candidate needs to be strong, smart, and willing to become a gladiator." Laing ate his oatmeal and ham in big mouthfuls. He politely declined Veronica's offer of red wine. "It's not easy to find a suitable candidate."
"It is indeed difficult to find one, but perhaps I already have someone in mind. Do you still remember that young wandering knight? The one who came to Marlin Castle with us by boat? You even took my room …" Before Leon could finish his sentence, Veronica's faint smile made him unable to continue. The man suddenly realized a serious problem.
"The one with you back then was the little princess of Garland, my dear," Veronica said with a smile, but her words made Laing sweat. "I don't want to hear Trovic's name from your mouth, and I'm not interested in what happened between the two of you. It'll only make me jealous."
Veronica put down her utensils and walked to Laing's side and sat on his lap. "I'm by your side now. That's enough."
… …
Marimburg, the Church of Justice.
It was another exciting morning. Alfred, who came from the north, could feel how exciting it was to be woken up by the gentle sunlight in the cold winter. He could also feel that he had been blessed by the God of Justice.
It was yet another day filled with vitality!
But what happened next made Frey feel uncomfortable. The Church of Justice's position in Marimburg was completely different from other places.
In other places, the Church of Justice was their savior and hope. They were the backbone and backbone of the poor people.
But in Marimburg, the Church of Justice's awkward position could be described in one sentence: "Get out of my way. You're interfering with other people's business."
Although paladins were not hated by everyone, they still had to keep a low profile. In Marimburg, where there were so many people, transactions and other business activities were carried out at any time and place. Once a paladin became impulsive, complaints from merchants and freelancers would fly in like snowflakes. Even the poor would not be willing to accept a paladin's help because it meant that the paladin would be seen as an unwelcome person by the whole community.
So Al- Frey had nothing to do. The paladin had to maintain his weapons and armor again, then put on a robe and planned to go out for a stroll. Al- Frey knew that he would see injustice when he went out, and he also knew that he was not welcome. But he still went out because he was deeply influenced by Laing. He knew that there were many things that he could not ignore just because he did not like it.
Al- Frey was lucky. Not long after he went out, he met the wandering knight, Lopes, who was on the same ship as him.
"Hey! Friend, where are you going? " Al- Frey greeted Lopes. Today, the wandering knight was dressed neatly. It was obvious that he had something to do.
"Me? I'm going to the arena. I've been working as a free gladiator there recently. "Lopes raised his long halberd and said, a little embarrassed.
Being a free gladiator was not a disgrace, but it was not honorable either. Lopes had not been wandering for long, and he had used up a lot of his savings. The wandering knight knew that he could not go on like this, so he tried many ways to make money after arriving at Marlin Castle. However, an elite level wandering knight like him was more popular in the desolate Nord. In a place like Marlin Castle, his status was not very high. The money he could earn was less than he imagined.
No matter what, Lopes was still the son of a noble. He was a little arrogant. He was not willing to be a merchant's guard, so being a free gladiator was one of his choices.
"Oh, oh! Interesting. Can I go and take a look? "Al- Frey was interested.
"Uh … Sure." Lopes smiled awkwardly. "As long as you don't mess around!"
"Why would I mess around? I'm just an audience. Let's go, let's go ~ "Al- Frey thought that he finally had something to do!
So the two of them went to the arena together.
Just as they reached the entrance of the arena, a voice called out to them.
"Al- Frey? Lopes? You came to the arena to watch the performance too? "
Al- Frey and Lopes were stunned, especially Al- Frey. He looked at Veronica beside Laing and was very surprised. "Uh, Lady Veronica? I didn't expect … "
"You didn't expect what? Oh! Why is Trovic missing? " Veronica and Al- Frey knew each other. The witch held Laing's arm and said in a sarcastic tone, "That's because she went back to where she should be, Al- Frey. You know what I mean, right?"
Could it be like this? Al- Frey thought that the situation was strange. Why did Laing's partner change after two days?
But when he remembered that it was Veronica, Al- Frey didn't think much of it. She was Laing's partner in the first place, and sometimes when Laing returned from an adventure or battle, she would go back with him and stay for a few days.
"No, it's just that it's a little sudden. I thought Lady Trovic would leave after finishing this mission." Al- Frey smiled awkwardly. He thought it was a little strange that Laing's partner wasn't Veronica.
"You don't have to worry about that. You won't see Trovic beside Laing anymore." Veronica's words made Alfreid feel rather awkward. The paladin scratched his head and turned to Leon. "So … your partner has changed?"
"Erm … More or less. It's just like your morning class. The content is different every day," Laing said, making a strange analogy, "But it's a little different."
"Hey! Laing, are you an idiot? "Frey said, exasperated," Do you even understand? "
“？？？”
"If you don't do your morning class today, you can do it tomorrow!" Al- Frey was disappointed in Laing, "But if you don't have a partner, then …"
"Then what?" Veronica's interest was piqued.
"Then you can do your morning class every day!" Frey patted Laing's shoulder with a pained expression, "That's why! You don't have to spend too much energy on that! Pray hard and do your morning class every day. That's the right path. "
"Hahahahaha!" Veronica laughed so hard that her long, curly hair swayed and emitted the fragrance of lilies.
Are you the one who's hopeless, or am I the one who's hopeless? Laing covered his face with his hands. He really didn't know whether it was his or Al- Frey's values that had gone wrong. "Anyway, Al- Frey, I'm here to talk to you about something."
Ryan told Alfreid about the plan he had discussed with Veronica, but Alfreid shook his head and said, "My good friend, from a personal point of view, I am very willing to help you, but the rules of the Church forbid paladins from becoming gladiators."
Laing understood why Al- Frey didn't want to help and looked at the other person present, the wandering knight Lopes.
After all, his original plan was not to let Al- Frey fight.
The wandering knight had been waiting for a chance to perform since the beginning, especially after Al- Frey said no. Lopes couldn't wait to stand up. "I'm willing to take on this task! Mr. Laing! Please give me this chance! "
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