Vincent would never have spent time and energy looking for a halfling who had disappeared

into the crowd. He could only smile ruefully, once again pay homage to the Halfling's "spirit

of adventure," and then leave the oppressive ducal house.

Repressed, absolutely repressed. From the outside, the beautiful statue of the Holy Light

Angel of joy, the neatly constructed lawn and various bright flowers dotted in the garden, the

crystal splash in the fountain and the fish playing in the pool, the few cheerful neighs from

the stable and the song of the canary from the house can only make you feel that the place

is full of life and vitality. But when Vincent entered the tall building and passed through the

thick front door, he felt the breath coming towards him. High above, the crystal chandelier,

with its cascading ornaments hanging down, looks like a monster with jaws and claws, staring

covetously at its own head; Standing on both sides of the silver shining knight body armor,

from the dark hole of the helmet, always shot a pair of eyes, dead aimed at Vincent's every

step, at any time as if to throw the weapons in their hands over; The huge soft blanket of fur

lying on the ground, the long pile will always wrap your feet tightly, so that Vincent always

has a feeling, a feeling that will be wrapped, swallowed and destroyed.

Only by standing again under the blue sky and white clouds can this heavy burden be put

down. Vincent sighed and walked slowly towards the civilian area of the outer city. Looking

at the busy people here, Vincent could not imagine what they would be like if they knew the

news that more than two thousand giants would attack.

People on the road would automatically avoid this young mage, which was a compulsory

lesson Vincent would encounter everywhere he went. The people of Blasares know that there

are "things" in the world called mages, but all kinds of stories have long described the mages

as being like wild beasts. Indeed, at one time or another, mages were the closest thing to

gods, almost unrivaled in power and wisdom, making them masters of the earth, sky and sea.

But "to destroy a man, he must make him mad." With the power of the mages came extreme

arrogance and arrogance. Everything in their eyes has been simple and small, not worth

mentioning. Until the day when the magic God was destroyed by his people, the mages.

Then the wild beasts disappeared, and the huge contrast of forces, like a tall mountain that

was crushed, with falling mud and stone and desperate pain, suddenly made the kingdom of

the mage collapse. Knowledge, the ultimate knowledge of the Arcane, the source of the

mage's greatest power, fell with it.

The only thing that didn't fall were these rumors about the mage. History became stories,

stories became legends, legends became rumors, and rumors became misunderstandings

and fears in the minds of the common people.

"Vincent, there you are!" A familiar voice came from the opposite side. It was Newton the

Dwarf! And next to him is Lambert. Their bodies, armor and robes were stained black by

congealed blood. With their ragged shoulderplates and breastplates, their cracked weapons,

and their tired horses, it was hard to imagine what kind of blows could have worn them out

like this. Only seven men were still following Lambert, and none of them were riding, but

leading horses that were almost worn out, and carrying on their backs the dead bodies of

their companions.

Was this the cavalry that had gone out? Nine out of 50? Had it not been for the smiling faces

Newton and Lambert made and the proud look in their eyes, Vincent would have seen only

a defeated team, a crippled team.

"What about it? Vincent took out the wine pouch he had prepared and gave it to the dwarf.

"It went well enough." Lambert had taken off his helmet, his otherwise flowing hair already

clinging tightly to his scalp with clotted blood, in strands resembling braids. "Mission

accomplished, just a little bit of a casualty." He looked back to take another look at his weary

fighters. "Let's get some rest. I have to go to the Duke and report to Master Mond. Everything

else..."

'Well, you go first. Get some rest." Vincent patted his two friends on the shoulder to get out

of the way.

...

Littlefinger still didn't come back, and Lambert and Newton were snoring happily in the next

bedroom. Vincent sat quietly by the fire in the drawing room, thinking quietly. According to

Lambert, many giants have gathered, and the smaller tribes have been combined into larger

ones, and are on their way to Moonport. Perhaps, in three days' time, the battle would begin.

Three days, only about three days. Vincent looked at the crackling charcoal and the pulsating

fire, a little perplexed. He is a mage and what can you do? He does not really have the

legendary power to destroy the sky and the earth. A raised hand can throw a mountain onto

the head of the enemy.

"Snap"

With a sudden start, Vincent heard a noise coming from outside the door. As quiet as he

could be, he picked up the staff and went to the door. "Many and Shiboon-Sun," he softly

chanted, and his eyes immediately turned a pure black color, there was no longer a trace of

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white in them, only a whirling black flowing out of the original pupil. With this magic, Vincent

can easily see to the other side of the gate. No one is there? 'No, this magic can see through

even invisible things. Even ghosts can't hide!' He looked out the door at the end of the

passage, where the Angle of a robe had just disappeared around the bend.

Vincent gently opened the door and quietly followed. At this time, the soft carpets, which

were spread all over the Duke's house, became the best aid to cover the footsteps.

The wizard did not need to be close enough to follow him all the way. His fluoroscopic vision

made it easy for him to track the person. Silver armor and crimson cloak, and a knight, but

who would be so bold as to defy my command and approach my study? Vincent was puzzled.

In this palace, even the followers of the light god Greafury, the most valiant paladin, are in

awe of the mage. "Thanks to thousands of years of legends!" "The mage thought to himself.

The figure entered the chapel, which was the place of prayer in the Duke's house. Every

inhabitant of Holy Greafury has a place in his home where he expresses his loyalty to Greafury,

the god of light. The average person's home is to find a corner and put a wooden plaque

inscribed with the sacred emblem of light -- a wooden plaque inscribed with the sign of the

sun -- as a sanctuary; But in the homes of the rich, as in the case of our Duke, there is a

separate room for the sanctuary and the chapel.

In general, the doors of the liturgy face west, and the Windows face east. Whenever the

morning comes, the brightness of the rising sun disperses the cold morning fog, shines on

the earth, wakes every creature with the light of the sun warm, brings them the first trace of

vitality of the day, the crystal dew hanging on the leaves reflects the first light, the birds in the

forest issued the first call, the early squirrel peeled the first pine nut, it is this time, the time of

prayer every day. At this time, the holy light of the God of light will penetrate from the window,

from the back of the icon, shine on the face of the worshipper, bringing the first trace of

warmth every day to the most devout believers.

Vincent looks up at the sky, and his gaze easily penetrates the layers of the ceiling. Outside,

the stars are shining, hanging like jewels on the dark curtain of the night, even the moon is

hidden, not competing with the stars for the light of the night, and occasionally something

like a cloud or fog drifts slowly across the sky. Why go to the church on such a deep night?

The man walked to the front of the icon and knelt down. He took off his helmet, but bent his

head deep over his chest. For a long time he did not say a word. From behind Vincent could

not see what he was doing, and was about to enter when he heard a soft sigh coming from

the sanctuary.

"My God, my Lord, my light," he said. "The man whispered. It was a low voice, but it could not

escape the mage's naturally alert ear. Vincent recognized the familiar voice immediately.

Mond, the dragon Slayer!

"I am guilty," said Mond. Knight Mond knelt on the floor and said slowly, "I... Guilty, I wavered,

I doubted, I... I was timid." As if suddenly relieved of his burden and unstuck in his heart, Sir

Mond slowly began to speak of his "sin".

"I am a knight, a soldier of the glorious Greafury. I have received your light, and I am a warrior

of honor, and a guardian of justice. I have killed only giants, to protect the village; I have

fought a griffon in the sky, and saved the caravan of a duke and a priest; I have destroyed

many wicked men in my life, and a hundred blasphemers and wicked pagans have been

judged by my hand; I have courageously faced a dragon and cut off its black head. But now

I have lost my nerve."

"There was a moment when I doubted whether this war could be won, when I doubted God's

instructions, when I questioned your revelation to me, when I feared that my soldiers would

not be able to face the giant's army; I feared that my sword might not be sharp enough to

behead the wicked; I fear for the walls of the moon harbor, that they may not be strong

enough to stop the iron fist of the enemy. And I fear for the people of the city, that they may

not be strong enough to withstand the difficulties that may arise."

"I am getting old, really old, and I am beginning to worry about one thing after another. I am

no longer as I used to be, with the great sword in my hand and the faith in my heart, daring

to face the bottomless abyss for the glory of God. I, have sinned."

"I recognize my sin, O God, and I see the last hesitation that lurks in my heart, the hesitation

of faith. I know why I have not been able to be your squire, I know why I have not been able

to be the bearer of the sword at your side, I know why I have not followed you in the halls of

the gods. This is a test, a test for me. Moon Harbor City is my test; The invading giant is my

test; The sword in my hand is my test."

"I will pass this test!" Knight Mond stood up, put his helmet back on, drew his sword from his

waist, saluted the holy image of Light in the darkness, and turned and left the church.

The mage in the darkness watched silently. "From now on," he whispered, "you are truly

guilty..."