The sons of dwarves from the north bring not only the joy of reunion, but also a relaxed atmosphere. In the eyes of Newton, who has always been optimistic, the things Vincent worries about are just small obstacles before achieving happiness. According to his words, it is "a small piece of mud blocking the cool spring water."

"Vincent, you think too much." Newton rubbed his hands: "Holy Greafury is living a good life now. All their paladins are kind and good people. Of course, I admit that they are a bit rigid, but they can I don't believe it threatens the lives of other races. Just relax and exhale the tightness in your chest, because in the not-too-distant future, you will breathe the fresh cool breeze of the Roof Mountains.

"Then I listen to you and put these things aside for the time being." The mage knew in his heart that it was pointless to discuss this kind of issue with Newton. The dwarf would not expand his horizons that far. Living in caves for a long time makes them always focus on the road under their feet and pay attention to every detail around them. The world is as far as the horizon is. He asked Newton: "I remember you once gave Carol an Ice Moon Grass. Have you ever climbed to the top of the Roof Mountains?"

"Oh, that's a bad memory. I got up from the bed and felt that I should breathe some fresh air. Then I thought that the top of the Roof Mountains must be good. So I started climbing." Newton said carelessly. Story, if it is someone who is not familiar with him, 80% of them will think that he is bragging. But the mage knew that according to this dwarf's thinking, such impulsive things might happen. Newton continued: "I went up the mountain and happened to see a beautiful grass. I think Carol likes to hang leaves on her body so much - of course, I think it is stupid, but Vincent, don't tell her this - Then I picked one. Thousands of stones were on it, and then I fell down the mountain. I think I must have been like a big snowball at that time, because when I stopped, it took me a long time to dig out from under the snow. go out."

"Oh my god. You didn't suffocate at that time." Vincent praised: "I will pay tribute to the tenacity of the dwarf."

"If you can drink, this would be a good topic for a toast." The dwarf said regretfully: "I think it was the scent of the grass that kept me from feeling depressed. Anyway, I used my hands and feet to urinate and crawled out. .”

"Listening to what you said, it seems that climbing up Rooftop Mountain is very easy. When you wake up and think about it, you climb up." Vincent joked : "Whenever you have such an idea again, tie me up. To be honest, I really want to go up there and take a look.”

"What's there to see there? It's so white. It hurts your mouth even if you sneeze." The dwarf patted Vincent on the shoulder, not paying attention to the grinning look on the mage's face: "If you ask me, the most beautiful thing is the light. In the cave hall of the bonfire, there is a warm jumping fire on your body, and then you can drink the wine brewed from the underground spring, take a bite of the fragrant barbecue leg, and then laugh and sing loudly. That is what it is Enjoy it, that’s life!”

"Wipe your saliva, didn't you say a few days ago that the best thing would be for me to allow you to drink again?" The door of the tavern was pushed open. A paladin wearing a golden cloak walked in. He carried himself like a victorious general, strolling on the battlefield that had won him glory. Even if the sky is filled with smoke, his surroundings will still be bright and peaceful. Vincent looked at Lambert's figure. Surprised at the change in him now.

"Hello, Lambert. I was thinking just now that it's time for you to come over." Vincent squinted and smiled. His eyes of insight were quietly running, but he didn't find anything on Lambert that could cause this effect. Magic items.

"Nice to see you again." The young paladin jumped onto a chair in the bar and gently waved away the boss who wanted to rush over to flatter him. It was only then that the knight familiar to the mage returned, peaceful and enthusiastic. I wonder if the appearance he just revealed was something Lambert had deliberately hidden. He said: "Since we met, you have always been involved in the battlefield. You really have no time to spare. How was the battle in the Elf Kingdom? Was the loss big?"

"The elves have learned a lesson, and they have cheered up. This is a good sign." Vincent replied with a smile: "They sent many warriors to the north to fight alongside you. This ally is very rare. .”

"I understand this very well. We received the information more than ten days ago. It happened that I was following an archbishop with my elite knights, so we were sent to receive these guests." Lambert rubbed his hands: "Listen Is it true that Carol is also there? I only heard a few vague names, but I'm afraid it's just another elf with the same name."

"It must be her!" Newton seemed confident: "Lambert. How about we make a bet? If I win, the last bet will be void."

"No, Newton, you have to admit defeat. If you hadn't drunk too much last time and dyed the bishop's clothes pink, I wouldn't have thought of this method." Lambert's face was determined, but he couldn't hide the expression behind it. Smiling proudly: "There's still one month left, so don't break your promise."

"Okay, I got it. I always keep my word, just like our mage." Newton turned his eyes to Vincent: "Why didn't you tell Lambert about that?"

Seeing this scene, Lambert was also a little confused. He said, "Vincent, what do you want to tell me?"

"I want to go to the north." The mage said: "Since Newton is by your side, I can only stay idle for the time being. At most, running around will not be of much help. And now I am always getting involved in the battle without knowing it. It’s better to let him follow me so that I can protect this fragile mage.”

The dwarf kept nodding his head, agreeing very much with the mage's statement.

"That's okay, life like this is quite uncomfortable for him." Lambert nodded: "The Paladin has to abide by many regulations, and after all, Newton is not a warrior summoned by the god of light, Greafury , and cannot understand the spirit of sacrifice. Freeing him will make those evil orcs suffer a little! Those evil ones!"

Looking into Lambert's angry eyes, the mage put his left hand on his hand, and the cold metal feeling made the knight gradually wake up . He said: " Lambert, you are not a man who gets easily offended. Control your feelings."

"But every morning when I wake up, I see the image of the orcs defiling the brainchild of the people of Greafury . Their cursed furry feet step on this sacred land, and the grasslands are moaning in pain, and my ears I can hear that wail all the way!" Lambert said excitedly: "I heard the cry of the poor people who lost their homes! I saw the glorious buildings being razed to the ground! The crops were ruined! The rivers were filled with filthy remnants! Even the air smells fishy! How can all this not make me angry?!"

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"No! You shouldn't be angry!" Vincent suddenly shouted loudly. Although he was sitting, his figure seemed to fill the entire space, filling the tavern to the brim, and other existences turned into children huddled in the corner. He shouted: "Lambert, listen up, what I want to say is: Anger, those are the steps the orcs use to advance! Hatred. That is the weapon the orcs use to kill! Do you want to fight in that state? You Do you think that is the ultimate meaning you are pursuing?"

responded loudly and angrily , as if he wanted to get rid of this feeling of oppression by the mountains. Vincent's eyes stared at him, like shining beacons in the dark fog. Then Lambert softened and whispered, "No."

"Paladin, I remember them being kind, rigorous, calm, and humble..." Vincent's voice now changed back to that of a friend the knight had known for many years, and the words flowing from his lips were more like a trickling stream than thunder rising from the sky. He said: "This is a sensitive period. You must stay calm so that you can clearly see the direction of the entire incident. This is especially true since you are a Paladin now."

"I know." Lambert nodded: "You are right. It seems that I am too impatient. Maybe becoming a Paladin so quickly made me forget many of the virtues I should have." He tapped the front of his heart. Armor of Arms: "I will put your words here. Ring me at all times!"

"Huh... what happened just now?" Newton shook his head, and then looked at Vincent: "When did you speak so loudly? If you participate in our holiday celebration loudspeaker competition, you will definitely win the championship. Honestly. Vincent, did you use some magic?"

"Me? No!" Vincent waved his hand: "Have you ever seen me chanting spells or making gestures? And my two hands are in front of you, and I haven't picked up the casting materials." He smiled mysteriously: " That’s all a deviation in your perception and has nothing to do with me.”

"Really?" The dwarf knocked on his head again: "I obviously didn't drink, why do I still have hallucinations?"

Vincent watched Newton's movements with a smile, and then noticed the rare confusion in Lambert's eyes. Perhaps he is still examining his anger and wondering where it comes from. What worries the mage the most is that Lambert's thoughts are not an isolated phenomenon. If such anger spreads throughout the Order, it will be difficult to maintain their traditions. Angry people are always easy to control and exploit, especially hateful people. That's why Vincent uses magic. Warn your friends before mistakes happen.

"Okay, it's rare for everyone to get together, why not celebrate?" Vincent called the boss over: "Give us the best wine you have here!" He turned to the knight, pointed at Newton and said: "If you don't let him drink, it's just a shame. I'm afraid that he will get into trouble again. Now that he has started to follow me, you should withdraw from that bet!"

Lambert looked at Newton, but the dwarf deliberately avoided his gaze. Although his heart was a little itchy with excitement, the dwarf did not want to expose his thoughts and deliberately made a strong expression. Lambert chuckled. He hugged Newton hard: "Okay, okay, for the sake of getting together with friends, you can put everything aside. Just let it go!" He handed Newton a large glass of wine with his own hand: "Here, cheers! Be sure to drink it all in one gulp!”

"Wow haha, I've been waiting for this day!" Newton held the big wine glass with both hands and kept staring at the liquid inside: "I heard that if you don't drink for a long time, it will taste particularly delicious when you drink again! I'm going to... Gududu …Gudu…”

Generally speaking, when Newton drinks, he always drinks up his red beard. But this time, he didn't let a drop of wine come out, and drank it all down his throat stingily. Vincent looked at his happy companion and was infected by this emotion. He also raised his head and drank the wine. However, he immediately remembered nothing...

The next day, the sun shone on the Master's face, and the warm feeling made Vincent, who was sleeping soundly, no longer able to swim in his dreams. He blinked hard twice and forced them open.

I had a splitting headache, as if lightning had struck my head. Vincent's first reaction was that he had been attacked. But he immediately thought that his fine gold left hand would not let such a situation happen. Moreover, his powerful staff, space bag, stack of herbs, spell material package, magic book and mage robe were all lying quietly on the table not far away, seemingly intact.

"Mage robe?" Vincent was slightly shocked: "Then what am I wearing?" While there was no one around, he hurriedly put on his original clothes. But his eyes immediately fell on the ceiling: a huge hole just cast the noon sun on the bed in his room.

"Things are really strange." The Master washed his face with cold water from the basin in the house: "This feels bad, very bad.

What was even more strange to him was yet to come. Soka was sneezing downstairs in the tavern while teasing the tiger, teaching it to jump from one table to another. After the angel saw the mage coming downstairs. He rubbed his nose and said aggrievedly: "Brother Vincent, it's all you who caused me to catch a cold!"

"Aren't you able to cure diseases by yourself?" Vincent knew this was Sokka's 'trick': "I also have a headache now. If you can cure it together, I will buy you delicious food!"

"I won't be fooled! Sister Shelley bought it for me a long time ago." Soka stuck out his tongue and scratched his face: "You were so shameless last night, hum! hum hum!"

"I didn't do anything?" Vincent thought this might be Soka's newly learned trick. Shelley's deceptive tricks were endless, and he even taught them to the innocent little angel. The mage feels that from now on. He should focus more on providing an upright educational space for angels.

"Uncle. Have you slept well?" The hotel owner seemed very scared. He nodded and bent closer to Vincent, and even changed his title: "Uncle, do you want to eat something now? You usually feel very hungry after drinking."

"Wine!" Vincent yelled, frightening the hotel owner so much that he stumbled. The mage pulled Soka and asked eagerly: "Was I drunk yesterday? What happened?"

"I don't know what other people look like when they're drunk, ah! However, Uncle Newton's bearded uncle said you were drunk, and he managed to subdue you. It looked like you were fighting." Soka said demonstratively. Rubbing his nose vigorously : "Then you were thrown into our house, but I was kicked out. The roof was penetrated, and then I had to hang on the tree outside all night, and I got sick!" Soka blinked hard Close your eyes. He clapped his hands and said, "So, Brother Vincent, you are responsible for compensation!"

"Okay, it seems it's my fault. I will compensate you with the most delicious candies." He nodded and put Soka back on the floor: "And they are candies made by me myself, but That can’t be done until we reach the snow-capped mountains, so let’s pay for it first.”

While the angel was hooking up with the mage, he cured his illness. However, Angel Yixi has powerful bloodline power. The possibility of Sokka getting sick is actually extremely low. Vincent did not worry about whether he had suffered a loss, but looked around for other people.

"Where have they gone?" Vincent touched Soka 's head: "Did you just leave me as a patient in the room and run to the street?"

"I don't know about this, but the knight uncle, the bearded uncle, and Sister Shelley were all injured this morning." Soka's seniority was always very confusing, and she said, "I cured them all. , how about it? I’m great, right?”

"The little guy is the best!" Vincent encouraged Sokka and turned to the boss who was huddled behind the counter: "Don't be afraid, I'm quite sober now. I will compensate for the damage. If you are still not satisfied , I can repair them myself." Vincent thought about his "Law of Creation" ability, and it was not difficult to repair the ceiling. "But tell me, where are all my friends?"

"Sir, no need. Your girlfriend has already paid for all the losses, so there is no need to bother you anymore." From the boss's expression, Vincent could roughly guess what terrible things he did yesterday when he was drunk. matter. Fortunately, the power of the Necromantic Orb and the source of magic did not seem to be out of control, and it seemed that no lives were lost. The tavern owner continued: "It is said that they were going to pick up some friends, so they went together. Uncle, you don't have to worry about those holes now. We will do our best to fulfill all your instructions! As long as you are satisfied, uncle, everything will be fine ." The boss said timidly : " That's what Ms. Shelley ordered."

"Shelley? She would say that?" Vincent felt that when he woke up, all the strange things seemed to come together: "She also paid to compensate for the damage here? Just her? It's incredible! How could she feel like that? good?"