MTL - One Hundred Ways to Become a God-Chapter 108 Hypothetical paladin

"I am very happy," Ambrose heard the words back to him, and the dark blue eyes fell on his quiet face, saying: "However, Please allow me to finally arrange some things with the knights."

He Wei loosened his hand on the knight's jacket, and the whole man shrank a little into the wide coat because of the cold. The pale lips were slightly closed: "Please go."

Ambrose turned and walked a few steps, whispering briefly to a paladin wearing a silver and white interlaced knight to explain some of the rotation of the duty, the Paladin has a very strong and serious face, look The size of the costumes should be one of the twelve iron riders of the Paladin.

In the process of talking with him in Ambrose, the iron-clad long line of sight passed over his face inadvertently.

That is not a look that can be called friendly.

- In fact, you can understand.

In the case of the relationship between the Holy See and the Paladin, the Holy Son who had no real power actually asked the head of the Paladin to send him back to the temple as a servant. It was too much to see himself.

Because Cecil has always been dedicated to serving the goddess of light as a fanatical believer, his relationship with these paladins can only be called general, and now he is doing something that "does not know how to lift" It is conceivable that when he was 18 years old and he chose the contract knight, how embarrassing the situation would be.

In the tradition of the Holy See, the Son will choose his own covenant knight at the ceremony and complete the contract with the knight. Of course, in order to avoid certain embarrassing scenes, the Son will generally reach an agreement with the paladin that he is interested in to ensure the smooth progress of the adulthood.

Under normal circumstances, the saints of the past can always find paladins who are willing to contract with themselves - even if they are not the ones they originally intended. But there have been occasional circumstances, because the bad words and deeds of the Son have provoked the disgust of the entire Paladin, resulting in no paladin willing to be his contract knight, and the final adult rite can only force the cancellation of the contract knight.

The record-creating Son was the first generation of the Son after the two-way selection rule began. At that time, the Holy See was still used to the one-way selection model, trying to ignore the new rules. It happened to be the temper of the Son at that time. It is also very irritating, and the attitude towards the Paladins is very contemptuous, and they are collectively beaten by the Paladins, causing such an embarrassing situation.

Since then, the saints of the past have learned the lesson, although they will not deliberately please the Paladin, but they will try to avoid dealing with the Paladins.

However, He Wei did not care much about this. In the original trajectory, Cecil successfully had his own contract knight, but in the end was not used by the Pope to die?

Although the strength of the paladin is indeed very strong, but in the entire Paladin group, compared with the Pope, only Ambrose alone, the rest of the Paladins are more than nothing, just to him The current predicament does not have any substantial help.

Therefore, his main task now is not to try to get the favor of the Paladin, but to win over Ambrose.

If the head of the Knights is the best lover of his reincarnation, if not, he can not easily give up the line of Ambrose.

The biggest bargaining chip he has now is to know something that hasn't happened in the future. If used properly, and exchange these with the elves, he can't change the chance to purify in the Holy Ghost.

This is the most feasible method he can think of. Even if Ambrose's character is impermanent, it is very likely that he will put his life into the deal with him. He can only bite his head.

After Ambrose explained the good things, he turned back to him and whispered to him with the low voice of the adult male: "His Royal Cecil, you have been waiting, please come with me."

The voice of the head of the Paladin was with a fascinating hoarseness in the low, like a soft and sultry feather, casually swaying at the tip of the human heart, if now standing in front of him is a girl full of feelings The aristocratic lady must have been so blushingly blushing for him.

However, now he is in front of a bright son who is indifferent to the goddess of light except the goddess of light. Of course, it is impossible to be convinced by the charm of Ambrose, so he is only holding the cold face of Cecil, holding it to the ground. The head of the Paladin nodded.

Ambrose was not a man of many words. On the way to send him back to the temple, he still kept the rules of the knight's guards and kept silent all the way.

After the servants were reprimanded by him, they all licked their toes, and they dared to follow them behind their heads.

The atmosphere was very quiet for a time.

In order to express respect for the Son, even if Ambrose is slightly higher than him at the level, he is still side by side with him.

The night wind blew, bringing a small, white flower to his shoulder wearing a thin white knight's inner garment.

It is a four-petal flower with a strange shape. One pair of petals is short and pointed, the other pair of petals is very slender, and the top is slightly upturned, just like a pair of beautifully shaped wings. The whole is like a wing. The little bird, together with its pure white color, is somewhat like the immortal bird with bright seeds on the shoulders of the bright goddess in the Delandian mythology, so it is called the "flower of light". It has also become "the flower of immortality."

The flowering trees are planted everywhere in the Holy See. At this time, it is their flowering period. The blossoming white flowers are like the numerous immortals that only illuminate the light.

This flower is always dense and dense, and extremely fragile. It is easily taken away from the tree by the breeze. Even if the servants of the Holy See have worked tirelessly over and over again, the white flowers that are blown by the wind can be seen everywhere on the ground. .

He noticed the short-sightedness of He Wei's bet on his shoulder, and Ambrose took the initiative to break the silence.

He stretched out his left hand with white gloves and dropped the white flowers on his shoulders. The dark blue eyes glanced at him calmly, narrating in an ordinary tone: "The flower of light is open." ”

He Wei was silent for a moment, and finally agreed to nod and whispered "Hmm".

Then he noticed, I don't know if it was a coincidence that the flower of the light was set behind, and it happened to be stepped on the sole of the foot by Ambrose's ruthless knight's boots. When the knight's boots were removed, it was clear. Seeing that the original fresh flower has been crushed into pieces by the soles of the shoes, there is a transparent juice falling on the ground, shining with a faint glow under the illumination of low-level light.

Just like the glory of the dying after the darkness.

Finally, Ambrose sent him to the door of the dormitory, and he reached out and took the coat on his body, politely saying goodbye: "I wish you a good dream, Lord Cecil."

He also politely returned to the ceremony: "I wish you a good dream, Lord Ambrose, thank you for your **** tonight."

Ambrose’s mouth was slightly curved, and it was a smile that was not obvious. “I am honored.”

I don't know if it was his illusion. In the moment when Ambrose turned his head, he seemed to see a little flash of red in the man's pupil, like a dark and fiery fire.

The short conversation on the night of the advent seems to have been forgotten by both sides.

Due to the busy affairs of the head of the Paladin, the frequency of Ambrose’s appearance in the Holy See was not high, and He was quietly praying in a specific place in the Holy See, even in the heart, in order to keep the people of Cecil. Someone was anxious to get angry, but the two regretted that they had never met again.

It didn't take long for He Wei to receive a new mission from the Pope.

If there is no accident, this will be his last outing task years ago.

"My child," the Pope summoned him to his eyes. When his eyes fell on him, the dark gray eyes were filled with a kind of loving color: "This is not a difficult task. I believe in your ability, I will be able to solve this matter by the 20th of next month and return to the Holy See, when I will personally host the adult ceremony for you."

The Pope’s words are indeed correct. This time, his assignment to Cecil was quite simple compared to the previous one.

A violent World of Warcraft appeared in a small town on the edge of the DeLand Empire. It has taken the lives of five innocent people and wounded more than a dozen people.

He Wei’s mission was to bring the two cardinals and three paladins to the local bright church to treat the injured people, and then find the trace of the World of Warcraft and kill it.

According to the information from the local Holy See, the strength of this Warcraft is not high, at least three levels lower than him. If the level of the local Bright Church is too low and the staff is insufficient, they can Only Warcraft solves.

This level of Warcraft labor, he is the light of the Son of the Sun, to tell the truth is indeed some of the teachers move.

However, he also understood the purpose of the Pope’s arrangement. The faith was not brought by casually. As the "image ambassador" of the Holy See, he was going to do some "saving the people in the fire" from time to time. It is to win over the people, deepen their affection for the Holy See, and win their devout faith.

The Bright Holy See has a transmission array in several major cities in the DeLand Empire. They first used the transmission array of Hefeir to reach the nearest big city, and then took the bus. It took only three days. I arrived at this small town called "Simi" from Hefeir.

The news of the upcoming arrival of the Son arrived here three days earlier. The residents who were troubled by Warcraft in the town were delighted and encouraged. On the day of arrival, He was extremely warmly welcomed.

Simi is a small town with a very backward economy. Most of the people living here are old people, women and children. Young and middle-aged people go to a more developed big city to make money and make a living. They will only come back several times a year. The Guangming Holy See built here is also the lowest level, and the armed forces of the entire town are ranked in the top few in the country.

That's why a low-level Warcraft can do so much damage here.

When he came down from the carriage with the glory of the Central Holy See, he saw a face engraved with poverty, weakness, and hope.

In order to show respect for the Central See and the Son, in addition to the dozens of wounded wounded by World of Warcraft, all the people in the town of Simi are concentrated here today.

Seeing him coming down from the carriage, the crowds that were still noisy suddenly became quiet, almost silent.

In the silence, a faint and tender voice appeared suddenly.

"Mom, is that the Son of the Son?"

Not answering the person he asked, the voice quickly said the next sentence: "He is so beautiful..."

This sentence is indeed true.

The sacred son, who was only heard in rumors, has a white skin like a flower of light. His face is exquisite and holy. The dark eyes are reminiscent of the precious black crystal, the pale lips, and the eyelids. The black hair slid smoothly behind the head and landed on the white robes of the bishop's robes, showing an inviolable honor.

In this small town where there are very few aristocrats, they are the first to see such a person who exudes extravagance from head to toe. They also have young people with good looks in the town, just under the oppression of poverty, even It’s beautiful, and it’s all with an indelible rough.

He Yan followed the sound. It was a small child. Because she was thin and had not much meat on her cheeks, she looked especially big. Standing behind her was a middle-aged woman in gray burlap.

After the child said the sentence, the woman standing behind him immediately reached out and grabbed the child's mouth tightly in front of him. He looked up and looked at him with turbid brown eyes. It seemed very fearful that he was far away. The Son of the Holy See will be enraged by a child’s childish words.

In her experience, those exquisite aristocratic masters prefer to be praised handsome or masculine. The word "pretty" is used to describe men and is often considered to have an insulting meaning.

Since the attack of Warcraft, they have spent a full half-month of hardships in fear and despair. When the bishop announced that the Central Holy See will send the Son to come here to kill, almost everyone prayed for this Highness in the heart. The cardinals with the Central Holy See can come soon.

But now... The Lord, who was so eagerly awaited by them, just came down from the carriage and heard such frivolous words. If he was angry with this, would they be rejected by the Holy See?

However, the Son was unexpectedly very graceful. His calm eyes and the middle-aged woman briefly touched each other and suddenly reached out and applied a light technique.

A group of pure white light flew out of his palm, raised, and emitted more dazzling light than the sun, and then turned into pieces of irregular shape in the most prosperous time, pulled by invisible force, and fell lightly. Arrived at the people present.

At the moment when these fragments fell on their bodies, everyone felt that the exhaustion of the body was completely dispelled, filled with a warm, intoxicating feeling of comfort, and even the heart could not help but be filled with joy.

This is a mid-group cure.

Although in theory, even a talented person, as long as there is a teacher to guide and concentrate on the practice of Guangming, he can cast a medium-level light magic after more than ten years, but it can be done so easily. Not much.

- Don't look at Cecil's body and body, he started to breathe in two steps, but his accomplishments in Guangming are really high. Even if he is still underage, he is already taller than many cardinals. .

The bishop of the Holy See is an elderly man who has ruthlessly carved a deep gully on his face. His strength is not high. He can only be a dispensable assistant in a slightly developed city. He was sent to such a remote and poor town as a bishop because he had enough qualifications.

"His Highness of the Son," after the end of the mid-level light, the bishop came out of the crowd and trembled to him: "Please come to the Holy See to settle down."

He Yu then returned to the carriage in the eager and grateful eyes of the people and was taken to the Holy See.

The Holy See here is the lowest level. It is not a bit different from the environment of the Central Holy See. The outer wall of many buildings has begun to mottle and smear in large chunks. The original white walls have also been stained with dust. There is a sense of ruin that can't be concealed.

When they arrived at the town of Simi, they were already in the evening. When they were completely settled, the sky was completely turned black.

After a brief exchange with the old bishop, he was sent to the temporary room by three paladins.

Late at night, these three powerful Paladins will take turns to be on duty in front of his door to ensure his safety.

There was a dark yellow light inside the house.

There are no bright lamps that are maintained with low-order light, and they are still illuminated with traditional candles, and the candles seem to be placed too long and the light is a bit bleak.

The biggest problem in the bright church of Simi is the shortage of manpower. The old bishop who came up with the qualifications is already the highest person in the light, and there is no extra light that can be wasted on the little things of lighting. .

Although the conditions here are very backward, the room prepared for him was carefully cleaned up and cleaned. The bedding on the bed was also brand new and soft. Although the materials were not comparable to the Central See, it was not for this. The low-level Holy See of how much money is also considered to be very extravagant.

After a simple bath in the room, He took off his coat and left only a layer of close-fitting clothing. He used a small light to extinguish the candle and was ready to sleep.

The use of the transmission array is fast and convenient, but the side effects will make people feel uncomfortable in the next few days. This discomfort cannot be expelled by healing, and the three-day rush also makes this very expensive. The body is inevitably a little tired.

Coupled with the mid-level healing that was released today, it also cost him a part of his energy. He really needs to take a good rest.

According to the old bishop, the World of Warcraft had come to the town the night before. According to the usual rules, this unpredictable World of Warcraft must be at least three days apart before coming to the town again, so they don’t use it too much tonight. Tight, you can take a rest and get up tomorrow to discuss how to deal with that Warcraft.

However, there is always an accident in everything. Tonight, the World of Warcraft, which only caused panic among the people, did not appear as the honest old bishop said, but another uninvited guest quietly attacked the Holy See.

- To be precise, it is the attack on the Holy Son who has just arrived at the Holy See today and is sleeping.

At the moment when the uninvited guest entered the room from the window, He Wei immediately woke up.

Although there are three Paladin guards outside the door, he is not accustomed to delivering his life safely to others. Therefore, before going to sleep, in order to prevent accidents, he also deliberately set a protective barrier outside the room. .

- It turns out that his cautiousness is completely correct. When the uninvited guest touched his bed lightly, the paladins outside the house were still as undetected and there was no movement.

He quietly closed his eyes, kept his breathing steady, and mentally prepared, but did not preemptively.

This man can touch his room under the defense of the three Paladins, and the strength is definitely not weak.

"Oh?" The uninvited guest who stayed in front of his bed for a few seconds suddenly made a sound, and seemed to be not worried about the guards outside the house. He sighed casually: "You wake up, it's really a clever little guy."

Was discovered!

And this person can blatantly make a sound in the house, not to set up an enchantment, or the paladin outside the house was also handcuffed by him, in short, the three paladins can not be counted.

At this point, He Wei no longer disguised, and the spiritual power of the crouching in the spirit sea directly rushed out of the spirit sea thorns to come.

After he opened his eyes, he couldn’t catch a pair of blood!

Although he always knew that the blood elf's eyes were strange and ominous, but until he saw it, he deeply felt the bitter evil feeling brought by these eyes.

The **** pupil is extremely dark red, even in the middle of the night, it is very thin, like a small needle tip, it is cold and stab, revealing a kind of breath, and the eyelids around the pupil are The slightly brighter red blood, under the pale moonlight that came in from the open window, gave a strange **** glow.

This person's face should be covered by some kind of technique. He can only see a vague outline when he is lying on the bed. It seems to be the appearance of an adult man. He can't see the details at all. The only ones that can be seen are the only ones. Represents the blood of evil.

It was easy for the actor to interrupt his mental attack with more powerful force and to oppress him.

"Cesil," his voice is still so careless, and it seems to be a bit of awkward evaluation: "Your vigilance is higher than I originally thought."

He paused a little and sighed: "But what's the use?"

The person came and said, bending down slightly, sticking out the cold hand from the darkness, and stroking his cheek like a lover who cares deeply.

His nails seemed to be sharp, and when he slid gently over his face, he easily cut his soft skin through a hole.

He could feel a viscous liquid slowly descending from his cheek, which should be his blood.

The body was carefully cared for in the Central Holy See for eight years, and the tolerance to pain was very bad. It was just a tiny wound that made him cry and couldn't help but frown.

Seeing the blood flowing out of his face, the coming people suddenly became excited, and the **** scorpions became brighter in a flash, as if there was blood flowing slowly in them!

Then he bent down deeper and the blood was getting closer and closer until he almost touched his face.

Then, when he was forced by the invisible pressure to move on the bed, he felt that a slippery object was lingering on his cheek, and at an extremely slow speed, he smashed the blood on his face. Go.