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Aphra embraced the purebred Hatchet cat unique to the Principality of Audu, with silver fur and blue cat eyes half-closed lazily, occasionally rubbing the owner's porcelain-like arm with the tip of her pink nose.She was wearing a long black dress with layers of tulle. During the layering, bits of broken light composed of gemstones surged like waves as she walked. Before the play began, the noble girls walking around and chatting in the main hall silently memorized this style. He ordered the maid to look for the design drawing overnight, annoyed why he didn't come across such a beautiful dress.

When the Seventh Knights of the Holy See of Light left, it was the flowering period of Bellamias. According to the practice of previous years, after a few days of rain, the sun became lazy and gentle, and the noble girls just happened to be able to wear complicated, gorgeous and elegant clothes. The dresses are not heavy, the ball can be held in the open air, and the temperature of the garden is just right for the tryst.People were tasting the fine wine at the manor on the outskirts of Middleton, and occasionally talking about the noble members of the Knights who were absent this year.They have long been accustomed to days of dance parties, the messages exchanged amid the fragrance of clothes and the shaking of wine, delicate high-heeled shoes or boots wrapping the painful feet, every dance step and every jewelry that matches the dress before going out is theirs. Battlefields, occasional new faces and conversations with strangers will all be signals of competition. They are used to this kind of life, and use it to maintain the survival and glory of the family in the upper class.

Therefore, their lives always follow the guidance of a certain circle.

There is a reserved and false smile on the corner of her mouth, and every nod and lift of her neck is just right and elegant, which is the symbol of the Duchess of the Principality of Audu.She noticed that the headdresses and dresses of many people had snow-white feathers, huge, soft, smooth and beautiful pure wings, dotted in the hair or surrounded by precious stones, shaking slightly when they talked and moved, when they left When the crowded circular hall on the first floor went up to the independent seats on the second floor or higher, the envious eyes of the civilians were left behind.

It was the open secret of high society—the center of their beliefs, with a predilection for white feathers.

As a result, the shops in the city brought in the feathers of various magical beasts and rare birds on the mainland, each of which was as white as snow, like the dome of the tower of the Middleton Cathedral, showing the believers on the mainland their loyalty to light and faith.

She had just finished talking with her female companions about Chesterton's newly popular embroidery patterns, and there was a commotion at the gate of the theater, and the sounds of knights' armor colliding and boots falling neatly rang out.She smiled slightly, and the hazel cat in her arms jumped down lightly, and after the gentle retreat of her female companions, she went forward alone.

She heard the discussion that suddenly became more noisy, and then suddenly became quiet again after the man's silver robe came into sight.

Pope Ezesel Domin II.

The crowd spread out one by one like birds and beasts, leaving a wide path for him. The young nobles took off their hats and leaned over to kiss the corners of his robes.If it is said that Ezesel's waywardness made the Pope's obsession with avoiding the world stop in this generation, the bishops' dissatisfaction with his indulgence lasted for more than a day. While other believers carefully talked about his unruly arrogance after tea and dinner, but at the same time He also enthusiastically pursues his every appearance in public.

"Your Majesty the Pope, the light is with you."

Aphra's smile is restrained and docile at the moment, her eyebrows are slightly lowered and her head is slightly lowered, a strand of chestnut curly hair slipped on her forehead, she stretched out her right arm, and politely took over the pope's scepter, which is only for decoration, and people swept her slender fingers , dark emerald gemstone, and the silver base is engraved with the Haishizi cat clan emblem sideways, which is the symbol of the royal family of the Duke of Odu.

When Ezesel chuckled, the corners of his mouth had a slanted arc, which was too presumptuous for a pope, but who would care, his facial features were too shallow, so that this face did not have a religious painting His pity and pity only appear indifferent and aloof.

Because of the complicated and gorgeous accessories all over his body, his slender legs stepped on dark boots inlaid with unknown runes, and his figure wrapped under the floor-sweeping silver robe was not thick.His gaze didn't even stay on the duchess for a moment, he just raised his right hand and rested it on the forehead of his beautiful disciple for a moment.

"May the light bless you, Duke Aphra."

Aphra accompanied the young pope to the highest theater seat, and some ladies lightly raised their gorgeous fans to hide the jealousy leaking from their lips, but no one dared to compete with the duke for this honor, even She will talk to them about the scenery of the continent, precious gems and delicacies at the banquet, but at this moment, the bloodline determines where everyone stands at the moment of birth.

The Seventh Knights was once the sword of the Holy See of Light, the pride of the knights. They swore to guard the light and be loyal to the faith. For the vast majority of noble boys who have not received the right of family inheritance, they can join the Knights of the Holy See and become a Holy See knight. , without any doubt is the best choice

They also like banquets, the noise and contempt of the social season, the luxurious carriages that roll over the petals all over the street, and the fine wine and dewy roses in the manor outside Middleton on their rest days.

They should have expected it, when they faithfully accepted the mission given to them by the Pope, concealed their identities, and traveled across the continent in search of the cursed creation of the oracle.

The undead birds didn't go away for a moment, they learned to ignore those gray and empty eyes, and on the way to the port city of the Western Continent, they saw countless despair, stinking orcs lying on the side of the road, carnivorous groups chewing raw meat Dragging the booty chained by shackles, empty villages, closed, suspicious, hungry, small flesh and blood are driven by the lord to work day after day, like walking dead.

Even if there is a prosperous royal city that does not close its doors at night, with singing bonfires burning in every corner, enthusiastic orcs will even drip the juice of beast fruit on the forehead of the traveler, wishing a smooth journey ahead.

However, they still learn to use the power of the elements to cover up their brilliant hair color and pupils.

Commoners are good at identifying the eyes of those favored by fate, even if their bloodlines are separated by two continents, wars are spreading, even in wealthy city-states, people know nothing about it, but groups of orcs have left and lived for generations because of the intrusion of exiles soil of.

They once stayed in the black-gray kingdom built on the mountain wall and stretching over the mountains, the smelly ditches, the wandering orcs infiltrating into the dark corners, and the disease was breeding.

And when they turned their backs to their companions who would stay in this land forever, and finally boarded the cargo ship leaving this continent, their fear never dissipated.

The ship is sick.

Weak bodies and scorching body temperature made it difficult for people to hear the calls of their companions. At first, they were just a few poor orcs hiding in the bottom of a closed ship and smuggled into the sea. Then, the hands of the abyss held the knights' bodies.

The only thing they were lucky about was that the knights were divided into two groups and returned to the Western Continent on different ships. As the first group, they only hoped that their companions would arrive safely.

Ed has gentleness and kindness towards any creature, but it is difficult for him to relax his vigilance against the wild orc sailors by nature.

Orcs tire of life on cargo ships, and at some point the plundered become raiders at other times, and in the same way they change from sailors to pirates when the need arises.

The knight with the ability to heal, his elemental power was almost exhausted trying to keep everyone alive, but the sound of deliberately light footsteps began to be heard from the cabin roof for several consecutive nights.

The emery cloth of the iron rod in Ed's hand loosened layer by layer. He straightened up, and the two knights who still had fighting power formed a circle. The heavy shield was no longer hidden, and the attack spell was condensed on the tip of the sword.

They should have been expected.

The huge iron cage covered by dark cotton cloth is quiet and almost never smells of living things. The chains wrapped in layers are carefully guarded.

They saw that this was not an ordinary squad, so when one day, even though they were careful to send only one person a day to collect food, when the same three people had already cycled once, they caught something.

This sudden epidemic has dragged down most people.

The moment the door was pushed open, a dazzling light flashed, and the attacking spell tore apart the flesh, splashing blood and scattered flesh and bones.

After a moment of silence, Ed quickly pushed a huge iron box against the door, and then there was a dull sound. A knight was close to the limit due to the consumption of elemental power in the past few days, and another knight quickly helped him up. , to a shaded corner on one side of the cabin.

And the footsteps did not disappear.

In the Eastern Continent, Ed's long sword was rarely stained with blood. Knights fought with swords, but the knights of the Holy See who relied on the power of elements only used the collision of sword blades to demonstrate the majesty of the Holy See during celebrations and training. Solemn, for them, the power of elements tears life much faster than metal, and only in the most dangerous situation, they will stab the sword body that symbolizes glory into the enemy's body.

But in the Western Continent, they are used to such moments.

Miles' pupils had been narrowed into a very thin beam of pupils due to excessive excitement, and the bloody smell left only hunger in his pupils, and he couldn't restrain himself from licking his dry lips.

Ed pressed Miles' cold fingers, his eyes were as gentle as ever, even with a hint of comfort, he turned his head and motioned him to hide in the shadows.The young man nodded obediently, the hard scales on his arms were covered with human skin and flesh again, and his footsteps moved without even making a sound.

Ed lowered his head slightly, focusing all his attention on a dilapidated wooden door, silently counting the slowly approaching steps outside the door.

He's out.

A sword swung out, slashing through the sword marks that were burning with flames for a moment, the flames rose from the ground, and condensed into a spear that was almost real, the body of an orc pirate.

He retreated quickly, and his breathing finally became heavy. Under the manipulation of another knight, the wooden thorns spread rapidly around the broken door frame, sealing this space.

He half sat down, another knight propped up his body and wanted to release a healing spell on him, but he shook his head and refused.

They are the three who can cast the healing spell.

Ed could feel the pain from the bones of his body, layer upon layer, tightening his flesh and blood.He felt the depletion of elemental power, like a swamp, pulling his body to sink into the ground.

He hadn't wanted Miles to participate.

These knights, even though their loyalty to their companions is trustworthy, but the blood of Miles Warcraft is not an acceptable creation for this group of proud children who grew up in noble families.

But he has no other choice now. He can take Miles away from the crowd and continue to wander the mainland, as long as he can avoid the trial and killing of the Holy See and various kingdoms.

There was a slight intermittent hissing sound behind him, only the intimate owner could catch it, Ed retreated into the shadows, the body of the cold-blooded creature slid across his boots, trying to distinguish all the sounds around him, Ed suddenly froze Because of that hoarse and terrifying voice that I heard only once.

"come over."

He saw the terrified expressions of the two knights. One of them stood up with trembling fingers and held on to the long sword, as if trying to stop him from walking towards the iron cage.

"Your Excellency Ed."

Ed couldn't be distracted to respond to him, he just tied his fingers together, stretched out slightly, and made a quiet gesture. He thought for a moment, and walked cautiously to a corner of the iron cage.

There was a piece of cotton cloth damaged by the battle just now, and he approached carefully, his hazel-colored pupils shining in the darkness, like quiet trees in an ancient forest, embracing any darkness and light.

He once again looked into the dark pupils of the "creation of the undead".

The pupils did not move towards him, but just stared at the dry palm, a dim white light flickered, and then shattered in the palm.Ed seemed to catch a faint sigh from the throat of the "creature of the undead", until the young man froze and felt a piece of ice on his forehead.

His suddenly constricted hazel-colored pupils reflected the tragic face covered by the black hood, across the forehead and eyes, and the exposed scorched black bones, half of which were covered with winding and terrifying dark red scars, as if burned Half of the skin, but only the bones remained.

Ed could even see the bright red flesh and veins of "it".

And the majestic power of the elements poured into his body with the sudden contact of his forehead.

He felt the swamp pulling him disappear.

outstretched hands uncontrollably,

The hull shook violently, huge waves slammed into the lonely cargo ship in the vast sea, the railing broke, and sea water poured into the deck and cabin, pouring salty wetness into his mouth.

The blood all over Ed's body was washed away. He held the long sword in one hand and his knee in the other, and raised his head while kneeling half-kneeling.

The precarious cargo ship nearly fell over, while the orc civilians who had just experienced a slaughter huddled together in fear and screams.

Ed's armor was nowhere to be found. Miles struggled to open his eyes in the huge wind and waves. The fog rising from the sea was the only bright color in the dense night.

In the dark sky, there is a huge shadow passing across the sea, the dilapidated and old cargo ship is swept away by the wind and waves, the huge and ancient bloodline spreads her wings, and the huge scarlet pupils look disdainfully at this never-ending horror. The legendary sea.

Miles fought to hold back the skin that had turned into hard scales in fear.

He felt the terrifying killing intent accompanying that journey.