The sun is destruction, rebirth, life and death. In traditional semiotics, it can symbolize countless images. But my mentor once taught me that you can't summarize its meaning in words. Instead, you have to feel it with your heart.

Because what it truly encompasses has exceeded the scope of direct rational understanding. We scholars who haven't transcended our mortal bodies can hardly fully understand it with our own abilities in our whole lives. Therefore, abstract feelings are especially important for it...

Ron stared at the panel in front of him, reading the words from the past.

Merely "accepting" this knowledge wasn't difficult, but he felt that he had already encountered the first problem with this technique - he couldn't see the sun in the Blood Plain.

In this situation, the progress of the psychic technique would inevitably be slowed down.

Before learning "I Am the Sun", Ron didn't plan to take any action. After entering the town, he hadn't shown himself much and had avoided communicating with others as much as possible to reduce his presence.

Now, only that werewolf remembered his appearance, but Ron didn't let down his guard.

If he was going to be an enemy of the blood clan, it would definitely be a long and difficult war. The biological energy level described the strength of an individual, but in different environments, their real threats wouldn't always remain at the same level.

In the lightless Blood Plain, the danger level of vampires was definitely higher than the data on paper.

Since there were conflicts among vampires, they themselves might very well possess the method to kill their own kind. And those werewolves that appeared in the wilderness might also know something about it.

But under the current circumstances, it was definitely not an easy thing for him to learn this method.

Although Ron had already lived in the town built by vampires and had seen this kind of creature in person, they were still quite strange to him - just like this world.

He spread out his palm. With the convergence of psychic energy, a faint glow of heat lit up in his palm. But before it could really "burn", Ron flipped his hand and extinguished it.

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That's not right.

He raised his eyelids to look at the world around him and only then noticed that it was actually night. Helen had already fallen asleep peacefully on the floor mat. The townspeople outside the cemetery had also long gone to sleep. Except for him, the world was left with only silence.

Boots stepped into the mud.

The uninvited guest broke the rare tranquility.

Ron casually picked up the iron sword in the corner, walked nimbly off the bed, stepped over the sleeping Helen and walked towards the door. During the process, he didn't make any noise.

He pushed open the door.

At the entrance of the cemetery stood a man in a black robe. A knight's standard long sword hung from his waist. His eyes were hidden under the hood, and his figure looked blurred in the moonlight.

But Ron still easily recognized the other party's identity. It was Marcus, the cemetery keeper who had reminded them to practice swordsmanship well.

The knight's tone was a bit surprised:

I didn't expect you to be so vigilant.

Ron deliberately said in a tone of confusion:

Sir Marcus?

The knight said:

Come out. Let's talk.

Ron casually closed the door behind him, walked down the steps with the long sword in his hand, and followed Marcus, who had turned sideways, into the depths of the cemetery. There was no light on the outside street, and the moonlight could hardly penetrate the clouds. Even if there were pedestrians passing by outside the cemetery at this time, it would be difficult to see them.

Marcus slowly stopped, turned around and looked at Ron behind him:

You weren't scared. I have higher expectations of you.

Ron held the sword and asked:

Sir Marcus, what do you want?

The knight said in a low voice:

Do you know the secret of the cemetery keeper?

Ron frowned slightly and said:

What?

It seemed that when Jonas arranged this job for them, it wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface. But anyway, this noble had obviously noticed him.

It wasn't all bad, because he was also keeping an eye on him.

Marcus said in a suppressed tone:

Two-thirds of the past cemetery keepers left the town and went to the large castle to be knighted. And the rest are all lying in the soil under your feet.

I killed them.

Ron slightly raised the tip of the sword in his hand and questioned:

Why?

Marcus said:

Because they didn't deserve the title of knight. Commoners without honor originally had no possibility of coveting our status. But you are lucky. Lady Elizabeth is kind and merciful.

But even so, I have to ensure that those who go to the castle to meet her are barely worthy of the knight's status. So I eliminated those who didn't meet the standard. Take out your sword and let me see if you are worthy of leaving this town.

The old knight also drew his sword and looked down at Ron.

Ron replied, "We can stay in the town."

The knight swung his sword upward, giving Ron enough time to react. Ron also held the long sword horizontally in front of his chest. The sword strikes collided hard, and he took a few steps back. Marcus immediately changed the direction of the sword blade with his strong strength and slashed at Ron's waist quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

The sword blade cut through the clothes, and Ron fell to the ground in a sorry state.

The knight looked at Ron lying on the ground and slowly put the sword back into his scabbard.

"Very good," Marcus sincerely praised.

Ron got up from the ground again: "So they all died at your hands?"

Marcus nodded slightly: "Yes, but you passed the test. And you are the most outstanding cemetery keeper I have ever met. I think even if you are knighted, you can be worthy of it."

Ron replied, "I don't plan to become a knight."

If Marcus had just shown his true strength, it might only take one sword for him to kill this knight.

Marcus ignored his words and shouted at him: "Now get out of the way."

Ron asked, "What do you mean?"

The knight looked at the house behind him and said, "You passed the test, but there is still one person here."