The Hero in Exile

"What? You said that Ruilin City, which was built with great efforts for more than three years and had a large number of troops stationed there, was lost!"

"Yes... yes, Your Holiness."

"What a bunch of idiots! The Paladins didn't even kill those adventurers, and let the traitor Born lead a group of defeated soldiers to defeat us. The most important thing is that they haven't even found another holy sword in all these years!"

"Yes."

Vida's constant scolding made tears well up in Al's eyes. He was adopted by Bourne since he was a child and was given high hopes, but he disappointed him time and time again.

Not knowing how to apologize, Al could only kowtow repeatedly.

Bang ~ bang ~

The sound echoed in the church. Blood was already flowing from Al's forehead, flowing from his forehead to his neck and then dripping to the floor. He seemed to feel no pain. As long as Vida didn't say stop, it would never stop.

"Okay kid, this isn't your fault."

Vader placed his hand on Al's forehead to stop his self-harm.

Al looked at the old man in front of him with hope, and he turned kind and gentle again.

My lips couldn't help but tremble, and all the words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't utter a single word.

"I know you've tried hard enough. I've seen it all. I feel bad for you being like this. Please clean up."

As if receiving new orders to clean up this soulless body, he used holy light to heal the wounds and used his sleeve to smear the blood on his face everywhere.

He thought he had done a good job and even smiled at Bourne. This weird look made Bourne, who was not a good person, feel uneasy.

"Al, we are only a little bit away from our great plan. I hope you can guard the capital of the Empire, Derian. He will go with you."

Bourne called out and a man in a black robe walked in. His clothes were not church clothes and he did not look like a believer.

Al felt a little dissatisfied as to why the Pope allowed such an outsider to get involved.

The man in the black robe seemed to notice that Al was looking at him, and then he slowly took off his black robe.

There was an unprecedented fanaticism in Al's eyes, a light deep in his eyes and a heart beating wildly.

"This is so beautiful, Pope. I will definitely live up to the mission you have given me."

"Then I'll just wait for the good news."

As they finally walked out the door, Vida's face fell.

Seeing the sticky blood on his hands about to coagulate, he could no longer conceal the disgust and resentment on his face.

"It's really disgusting. If he wasn't still useful, would we still be nice to him?"

"Vida, he just made a small mistake. There's no need to be so harsh on him."

"I respectfully listen to your teachings, Goddess of Light."

Born knelt devoutly before the statue of the Goddess of Light, regretting in his heart why he lost his composure in front of the goddess.

……

"Father, are you really going to give me the war hammer?!"

Bolin wielded the hammer that Born had given him, and he didn't look like he wanted to return it to his father.

"Yes Bolin you have grown up, it's time to take on some responsibilities."

"Of course father, I will use this weapon empire and defeat our enemies with it."

Even as he spoke, his hands did not stop caressing the weapon, and the joy in his eyes was beyond words.

But suddenly I remembered that the war was about to start and my father gave me his weapon, so what would he use?

"Father, what about you?"

"Don't worry, I have this one."

Bourne took out the Judgment Sword from behind him. This big sword was almost taller than Bolin, and a sacred aura emanated from the sword.

"I wondered why my father was willing to give me the old thing that had been with him for so many years. It turned out that he had something better."

There was bitterness in his words, and Bourne rubbed his nose embarrassedly, feeling a little guilty.

After all, this weapon was used by the first generation ancestor, and the other predecessors let it continue to be used without showing their strength, but I broke this default rule.

"This is our family's heirloom, Bolin. When I am old, you will inherit him, carry forward his glory, and shoulder his mission."

Bolin was stunned by the pie that Borne painted. You know, when Borne is too old to fight, the boy will become an uncle.

……

"Hey, Born, is this another holy sword?"

"Another holy sword called Judgment? I remember that thing was held by the Paladin, the companion of the first generation hero. How come it is in your possession, Uncle Boen?"

Before the march, Lingyu and Moran both noticed this unusual weapon and were shocked at the sudden appearance of this magical weapon.

Born looked relaxed and contented, which had whetted the appetite of the two men. Only when he saw that they were eager to learn did he slowly speak.

"The paladin you are talking about is none other than our ancestor. As for why he hasn't appeared again in the past few hundred years, it's because no one since our ancestor has been recognized by him, so he can't exert his full strength and just eat the heirloom."

"But I didn't feel the power of the sword being unlocked."

Lingyu pointed out bluntly.

"And Uncle Boen, I remember that your power of holy light was taken away by the church. How can the sword of the goddess of holy light recognize you then..."

Moran stabbed him again, and seeing Born's grief-stricken look, the two of them no longer planned to tell the truth and hurt the old man.

"You know what? This is a spirit that symbolizes our loyalty to the Empire and our resistance to the Church."

"you're right."

"I think what you said makes sense, Uncle Boen."

The two echoed without emotion.

"You guys should pretend to be more like them!"