Paladin

This small fishing village has no name. Because it is close to the sea, almost all the men are fishermen. They work from day to day and live on the hundreds of millions of herring along the coast.There are also some carpenters, masons and other craftsmen.

The women are responsible for sewing and washing clothes, making food-mainly salted fish, weaving fish reels and fishing nets, and picking berries-people who live by the sea all year round must eat some fruits regularly, otherwise they will suffer from a disease called bad luck. The terrible disease of blood disease.

Selling herring and buying fruit, vegetables, and fabrics are the only remaining communication channels for this small fishing village with the outside world, so there is really no need for a name here.

The place is self-sufficient, and there are more than 30 households in total, including more than 120 people, including old and young. Everyone knows the rest of the village well, and they haven't received guests for a long time.

So when Evan appeared in the village, it immediately caused a sensation.

The paladin stood helplessly in the middle of the village, where there were many small fishing nets drying in the air, and these fishing nets criss-crossed, and the women who were mending the fishing nets were standing in one place, looking at him also at a loss.

Evan felt like he cherished the animals and was being watched, especially when he accidentally heard whispers in the distance, he felt particularly embarrassed.

The two women hid behind the firewood, looked at him through the gap, and whispered to each other:

"Look, is he a nobleman? Rose, have you seen that cloak? I've never seen such a texture. How many gold coins do you think it can sell for?"

"Hush, Asha, keep your voice down, I always think he can hear us..."

"It's so far from here, Rose, you're so nervous—God Rose, he turned around! He turned his face..."

"..."

"...God, is he an elf? I've never seen such slender ears, and a pointed nose...and his eyes! His eyes are more beautiful than emeralds..."

"Asha, have you seen Emerald?"

"It has nothing to do with that! Even if I bring the best jewelry in the world in front of my eyes, it's definitely not as good-looking as this man's eyes!"

"Hush, Asha, Asha! He seems to be looking at us... Did he... hear us..."

The two women whispered, squatting on the spot with flushed faces.

After a while, Rose mustered up her courage, tidied up the rough linen cloak on her body, and walked towards Evan with gentle steps.

Yes, Evan heard it all.

And feeling a little embarrassed, he could only pretend he couldn't hear at all.

When he was about to ask others, he saw Rose come out from behind the woodpile and timidly walked in front of him.

Carrying her dark gray long gown, Rose curtseyed very unfamiliarly, and said in a trembling voice, "Good day, Mr. Noble, I don't know if you came to our place...what can you do?"

She was a little thin, and she was a full twenty centimeters behind when she stood in front of Evan.

Evan lowered his head and said as gently and easily as possible: "Hello ma'am, I'm Evan Paladin, I came here by chance, and now I seem to be lost. Is there a place for me to stay near here?"

Rose felt dizzy and thought with a racing heart: His eyes!He's looking at me...he's looking at me, ahhh...

Rose had to take a long breath impolitely, barely suppressed her heartbeat, and replied as thinly as a mosquito: "Sir...we don't have an inn here. If you don't mind, you can... you can stay at my house Let me stay for one night, my family only has my old father and a younger brother, and I will never disturb you."

"Thank you very much." Evan said happily after looking up at the sky.Then he thought of something, and took off a small emerald green earring from his ear——on his pair of elf long ears, there were originally two pairs of earrings, diamond and emerald, which originally symbolized Followers of the Way of the Holy Light and the identity of the descendants of the high elves.

Now penniless, Evan handed one of the emerald earrings to Rose, and said, "Please allow me to use this earring as a loan fee for the time being..."

Rose held the earring, her heart almost fell out of her throat, and she thought with all her heart: Emerald!This is emerald!His eyes are really emerald color!

Then I heard Evan continue in a low voice: "I'm sorry that this earring has special meaning to me, and I will come to redeem it in the future."

Rose's face was flushed, she finally came back to her senses, and said hastily: "No, no, no, it's our honor that the nobleman stays with us, I can't accept it..."

"Please accept it, as a proof, I will come again." Evan smiled slightly.

"..." Poor Rose couldn't speak, she was spinning for a while, her ears were red all the way to the base of her neck.

Half an hour later, Evan followed Rose to the house where she lived.

Most of the houses in the small fishing village are made of wood, sometimes mixed with some mud and stones. These houses will have a deep foundation, and then the main building will be suspended about half a meter above the ground to prevent the tide from flooding into the house.

There are probably only two parts in the whole house, the place for eating and doing things and the place for sleeping, and the latter is only divided into three small spaces with burlap, each with a straw mat.Generally, fishermen are used to working in the open space outside the house, because the space inside the house is really too small.

After Rose brought Evan in, she went in to talk to her father—they used the slang here, and Evan, who could only speak the lingua franca and elvish, had to sit silently in the "living room".

The room smelled of stinky salted fish and bad beer, and the stools in the room were too low... well, Evan felt like he was squatting when he sat on it.

When he was looking at the decoration in the house, he saw a six or seven-year-old boy timidly getting out from behind the sackcloth, looking at him curiously.

Evan waved his hand with a smile: "Don't be afraid, boy, are you Rose's younger brother?"

The little boy ran up to Evan, looked at him with admiration for a while, nodded and said, "Well, my name is Tim. You are so beautiful, can I be your friend?"

"..." Evan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and after thinking about it, he could only say, "Thank you. My name is Evan."

Tim said yes, and soon began to show his boyish nature of being fearless in the open. After several glances at the hilt of the sword exposed behind Evan, he looked at his ears curiously: "Evan, why are your ears so so? long?"

Evan smiled lightly and said, "Because I am a blood elf."

"Blood elves?! I haven't heard of it..." Tim walked around Evan, "Are all blood elves as good-looking as you? Your armor is so cool, did you inherit it from your parents? Listen It is said that knights who wield great swords are very powerful, are you a baron? A viscount?"

The little boy was eloquent, and Evan watched him walk around amusedly, and quickly took out a wooden sword and walked in front of him: "Look! I can also play swords! Am I also very good? I want to How long will it take to be as cool as you?"

Evan stroked his soft hair and said with a smile: "Soon, boy, you will grow fast and strong, and you are already cool."

Tim's face was a little red, and at this moment Rose came out, squeezed Tim's cheek and said, "Okay, Tim, don't pester Mr. Paladin. Go out and cook with my sister."

Tim let out a muffled oh, and was carried out the door by Rose. When he turned around, he shook the wooden sword in his hand at Evan.

The room was silent for a while, and Evan squinted his eyes. When Rose lifted the linen cloth just now, he smelled the smell inside.

It stinks of rotting wounds.

Evan stood up and stood behind the sackcloth, faintly hearing the deep breathing of Rose's father inside.There was also a smell of low-quality alcohol in it. It wasn't that the man inside was drinking too much, but that he needed to be anesthetized by alcohol and wait for the wound to heal.

In the absence of medicine and the magic of priests, the poor people can only use earthen methods to solve the wounds - gouging out the bad meat, filling it with dry soil, and then bandaging it tightly - this is their constant bloodletting, One of the few ways.

However, this method is not necessarily effective, but it is widely spread.Most of the time the patient dies in long agony, perhaps the process is a little easier if there is an alcohol numbness.

Evan could smell the breath of death through the curtain at this moment.

He sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to inquire about your news... But, maybe cleaning the wound will be more useful than filling it with soil."

Evan waited for a long time, but there was no sound from inside.

The paladin stood quietly for a moment, gently stretched out his right hand, and whispered a syllable.

A bright and clean holy light safely emerged from his palm, and then shook slightly, turning into a pure faint light, rushing to the other side of the curtain.

Healing hands!

Purification!

Evan heard a low moan coming from inside, and immediately stopped casting spells.

He is not a pure divine spellcaster - a priest, but a paladin, and what purification can usually do is to drive away some diseases.

Evan knew that he couldn't continue to cast spells. The energy that ordinary people's bodies could bear was very limited. If he continued to use divine spells for treatment, it would only drain his vitality.

The paladin silently opened the door and walked out.

The night sky by the sea is boundless, there is no dividing line between the water and the sky, only the distant and deep black, ups and downs amidst the sound of the tide.

Evan took out the Phoenix Double Blades on his back——

It is a big sword. The complicated patterns on the hilt and the elegant grid show its identity made by elves, while the blade is like two thin swords placed side by side, and it is also like a broad sword hollowed out. The long and narrow gap is therefore called the Phoenix Twin Blades.

Evan brushed its blade lightly, feeling a familiar tremor.

"Old man... Only you are still by my side." The paladin murmured, "I have been asleep for too long...too long...where should I find my comrades in arms?"

The phoenix double blades lay quietly in his palm, the arc light refracted by the blades under the moonlight was extremely sharp.

Evan smiled softly, took out a piece of oiled leather, and quietly wiped the double-edged phoenix blade like countless times before falling asleep.

In this silent night.

From this familiar slight friction sound, the paladin could hear the laughter of his comrades around the bonfire, the heroic roar and the roar of spells when fighting side by side, and the cold light of the sword blade unsheathed in countless battles with swords, guns and arrows.