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His relationship with the Paladin Commander seemed to be getting better.

As Dylan thought so, the pressure from the blade suddenly increased, forcing him to step back.With his left hand behind his back, the other holds Repa's sword.Although it was very heavy, a standard broadsword, he swung it freely, as if he was familiar with it.

Practicing with the Paladin Commander every morning seems to have become a habit.

The enemy's sword suddenly stabbed several times, Dylan blocked them all, turned around and slashed from another angle, attacking the opponent's shoulder obliquely.

Although the opponent also had his left hand behind his back, he had anticipated his movement, and reserved room for the last stab, and took advantage of his sudden attack to strike back in an instant.When——the swords collided, the energy quickly dissipated, shaking the two of them slightly, but they still stood upright.

This didn't seem to affect Dylan.But only he himself knew that his right wrist was about to lose feeling.

The confrontation just now was enough to judge the superiority, but Dylan refused to admit defeat, and made another backhand sword with a fierce momentum.

This move was not sincere, but a fake attack. When the opponent concentrated on catching it, Dylan raised his leg and swept it, hitting the opponent's knee, causing him to stagger, and his movements were completely disrupted. .Dylan snickered, and took advantage of the situation to put the weapon across the opponent's neck.

"Sir, you lose... ah!" After being kicked unexpectedly, Dylan rolled to the ground, clinging to his leg and gasping for pain.

A hand stretched out from the opposite side, "Who told you to use your feet first?"

In actual combat, everything can be used... Even though he wanted to say this, Dylan remembered that before the practice started, the paladin leader suggested that he only use his right hand to fight against him, which was equivalent to giving him a big step.Feeling underestimated, he announced that he also only uses his right hand, thus kicking off the battle.

Now it seems...it was completely suppressed...

Dylan lay on the grass for a while before grabbing the hand and standing up.

"You can actually make a pretty good paladin, Dylan, you know?"

Shadows hang over the courtyard at all times.The paladin commander began to walk forward, heading for a sunny location.

What, is this a sign of poaching?Dylan put away his sword and followed the man in front of him in a few steps.

Could it be that the Paladins are short of people recently, and they are all targeting the coolies of the Holy See.

Dylan chuckled amusedly at the thought.But seriously...

"If I really become a paladin, my father will probably faint from excitement and say that he didn't teach me swordsmanship for nothing."

"It sounds like you are not very repulsive." His peripheral vision fell on the golden hair, "Why did you choose the Holy See?"

"Hmm..." Dylan thought for a while, "This is the most common choice for graduates of the First Academy of Magic."

"Is that so? I believe you should have heard of Candy Abbey."

Of course.Dylan nodded.Candi Abbey can be said to be the headquarters of the Holy Knights.Different from the mysterious way of enrolling students at the Academy of Magic, the Kangni Abbey held open selections every year. As long as they were male teenagers from good backgrounds, they could enter the training base of the abbey after passing the physical examination and all-quality assessment, and then interviewed by the examiners.

"Then did you ever try to apply for admission to the monastery?"

Faced with this question, Dylan blinked.He thought about it, but the problem is...

"Who asked the Academy of Magic to let me enroll without enrollment? They also give me a lot of money every month, hehehehe!"

The voice next to my ear was tinged with greed, accompanied by a strange smirk.

Ted turned his head suspiciously, only to find that the envoy beside him was replaced by a dragon at some point.

The dragon was huge, holding a lot of gold coins clumsily, and piled them into a pyramid in his arms, dripping from his mouth, dripping drop after drop, all dripping onto the gold coins, polishing the hard surface until smooth.

This scene appeared so abruptly that Ted was stunned for a full two seconds before realizing that it was just an illusion.

"Naughty boy!" Ted stretched out his scabbard and smacked the dragon's fat ass.

He didn't control his strength, only heard a cry of pain, and the magic disintegrated instantly.

The blond messenger covered his buttocks through his robe, and stared at Ted aggrievedly.

Those eyes were full of water, and Ted's heart fluttered when he saw it, and his mouth was inexplicably dry.

He's obviously just a little boy who doesn't know much about the world...why is his every move so seductive?

Seeing that the paladin commander suddenly quickened his pace and ran away as if fleeing into the distance, Dylan was a little confused.Dylan soon understood why, though.On the rocky landscape ahead, leaning against a familiar figure, all limbs were shackled, and the silver chain dragged around the rock.

Dylan ran over too, calling out to a nearby therapist, "Hey, Dingler."

Dingler turned around when he heard the sound, and when he saw Dylan, he smiled, "Oh, you are here too." Glancing at the two paladins by the rock, Dingler grabbed the end of the chain in his hand, "It's rare Today is sunny, so I took Repa out for a walk."

Although it was several meters away, Dylan could still feel that fiery gaze.He tried his best to pretend not to see it.

"I almost forgot to tell you, the Holy See replied that all the instruments you wanted are already on the way."

"Really?" Dinler cheered up. "That would be great. This is not the way to go. It's getting worse for Repa."

Dylan looked at Repa, who had been staring at him, and asked in surprise, "It's getting worse?"

Although Repa doesn't seem to be recovering, at least he is doing his duty now, and he hasn't behaved in the slightest.

Ding Le smiled wryly, "You don't think that he is so quiet now because he has improved? After all, you only come to the infirmary once in a while, and you only stay for half an hour each time. I don't know that he often goes crazy during the day. Howling, howling, howling at night, like a pussy cat. I had to give him regular injections of tranquilizers, sometimes other drugs, to make sure that even if he was awake, he would not have the energy to struggle. But these are all palliatives, not the root cause, and the real problem cannot be solved for a long time.”

Dylan was frustrated, "I know..." He looked at Repa and received a silly smile.This made Dylan's heart tighten, and he could no longer care about the previous conflicts, "If there is a way, I hope I can help him."

"Actually... it may not be impossible..." Ding Le muttered, "But I guess you won't do it."

Dylan turned his gaze to Dingler, "What do you mean? No matter how difficult it is, I'm willing to try."

Dingler said, "Well...it's not very difficult. I've been watching Repa's symptoms for the past few days, and I've noticed one thing: Repa still has the ability to think like a normal person, but the difference is , There are many kinds of thoughts in the mind of a normal person, which can be weighed rationally, while Repa is dominated by a single thought most of the time."

The paladin commander in sight left the rock and approached where he was. Dylan frowned and said in a daze, "I still don't quite understand what you're talking about, Dingler. What do you want to say about Repa being killed?" Thoughts dominate?"

Ding Le shrugged and said, "What else can it be, just the idea of ​​having sex."

"Coitus...?"

"Yes. I thought Repa fell in love with you before. But you should be able to sense it. Repa has only shown desire for you from the beginning to the end. I can't verify that your magic has triggered him yet. What changes in his body caused him to have such a need, so..."

A bad premonition began to spread in my heart.

Dylan looked at Dingler suspiciously, "So?"

"So we can do an experiment where Repa's needs are met first. Who knows, maybe this will cure him."

"Ding Le! I can't believe my ears, you didn't really make such a suggestion, did you?"

"You heard me right, Dee Dee, I was just suggesting you have sex with Repa."

How could such absurd thing be said so seriously.Dylan stared at Dingler dumbfounded, and was about to refute, but a cold voice interrupted, "With all due respect, therapist, I don't agree with this approach."

"With all due respect, Lord Paladin Commander, as long as the two parties agree."

"..."

Is it an illusion?The air seemed to suddenly tense up.

Dylan took a step back subconsciously, but the air pressure in front of him was still heavy.

"That... let's make a compromise. Maybe I can help Repa in another way..."

Dylan's words were extremely vague, but Dingler still understood, "Are you helping him to masturbate?" Ignoring Dylan's cheeks that turned red instantly, Dingler said calmly, "I've thought about this method a long time ago. But Coitus and self-blasphemy are not the same thing at all, otherwise wouldn't he be able to solve it by himself?"

"Yeah... that's right." Dylan muttered, his voice was like a mosquito.

"To be honest, I don't understand what's wrong with my suggestion. Anyway, you are a twister, so it's okay to sleep with him."

Does this guy have some misunderstandings about twisters...

Dylan couldn't laugh or cry, but explained calmly on his face.

"Twisters are not what you think. Although many people label us dirty, we can't just have sex with anyone of the same gender. Besides, I haven't had one..." The voice trailed off, " ...experience in that area. So, I'm sorry, I can't accept your suggestion, even if I really want to help Repa."

Ding Le shrugged, "Since you don't want to, then forget it."

He tugged at the silver chain in his hand, causing Repa to stand up and walk in this direction.

Dylan quickly ran behind the chief paladin and watched as Ding Le led Repa away.

Afterwards, the chief paladin turned his head, with a strange smile in his eyes.

Dylan thought he was going to laugh at his hiding, and blushed again.

"Are you really a twister?"

ah.Dylan was taken aback.I almost forgot that the chief paladin didn't know about it.Not to mention the chief paladin, even in the Holy See, few people know that he is a twister.Dylan regards this as private and will not tell anyone unless it is necessary.The reason why Ding Le knew it was because of his profession, therapists already had information on many patients.

However, what did the chief paladin ask this for?

Dylan replied apprehensively, "Yes."

In an organization like the Holy Knights, they should be very opposed to twisters.

Especially the paladin commander, as a leader, he must set an example and defend traditional concepts.

In fact, he knew very well that people in the world would not accept the Twister. It was because he was born this way and could not change it.

Feeling frustrated, Dylan suddenly felt his head was touched.

That palm was so big that it could almost cover the entire top of his head, and the rubbing force was relatively light, which made him unable to resist.Dylan narrowed his eyes and let the hand rub his hair without any discomfort, and even felt a little comfortable.

"Don't ever feel inferior about it," said the voice above. "You're fine."

Next, something approached Dylan.He saw the rough features put together, the skin carrying dark grains and light scars, forming a face full of imperfections.But despite all that, those blue eyes are so friendly, tempting Dylan to start fantasizing that maybe the sky is hiding there, coming from the same hometown as the sunshine in the courtyard.

A kiss quietly landed on Dylan's forehead, and the tenderness and warmth left behind made Dylan feel a little dazed.

I want to comfort myself.Dylan took the hand and kissed back the thick back of it in gratitude.

The hand tightened suddenly, trying to grab Dylan, but it was a step too late, and only grabbed the air.

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