How strong is the grip of the Golden Saint
This point may have started from the first episode of the Saint Seiya comic. When the magic bell was teaching Seiya, the leader of the Bronze Five, he easily crushed a stone with one hand as a demonstration, and the magic bell was only from the constellation Aquila. It's just a Silver Saint. If it were a Gold Saint, let alone stone, even steel might deform between their fingers.
Ka La ~ Ka La ~
"He is indeed an extraordinary warrior." The voice of the man whose finger was held began to tremble when he spoke. He really didn't expect that the seemingly thin young man in front of him would have such great power. It felt like being caught by iron pincers, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the other person.
Kaludia smiled and seemed not to notice that the other party's face was getting weirder and weirder. In other words, this carefree Scorpio Gold Saint was planning to make the other party embarrassed and establish a little prestige and then cause trouble for his group. There will also be fewer guys.
However, just when the man was already covered in cold sweat and his palms were so pinched that they were red and unable to hold on, a figure suddenly appeared behind Kaludia.
"it is ready."
One hand reached forward to hold the hand that the two parties were competing with. Kaludia turned her head very unexpectedly towards the third person who suddenly intervened. The other person was a man with blond hair and golden eyes. He looked about his age. He is similar to himself and wears a very common traveler's windbreaker. However, the man has a strange temperament, especially his eyes that are full of vicissitudes of life, revealing lamentation and confusion about the world. The emotions contained in them are completely consistent with his appearance and age. Totally inconsistent.
Although it was just a gentle word, the voice had an aura of calmness and authority, which made Kaludia involuntarily let go of her hand.
The man who had just made the provocation immediately stepped aside as if he was receiving amnesty, and began to secretly rub his numb and sore hands.
Looking at Kaludia and then at the other Saints, the blond man slowly stretched out his hand and said, "I want to thank you for standing up and protecting everyone just now."
It was also a gesture of shaking hands, but this time Kaludia could feel that the other party was thanking him from the bottom of his heart, not a provocation. There was no ulterior motive. Kaludia also put down his guard and shook hands with the other party with a calm smile. This was indeed a strong, strong and very warm hand.
"I have a question?"
"What?"
Kaludia smiled bitterly. She was asked a question by a female paladin for a long time just today. What I dislike most now is being asked questions by others.
"What is the reason that drives you to face the undead?"
Ha~ This time Kaludia became puzzled. Even El Cid looked at the blond man in front of him with some incomprehensible eyes. He thought that the other party would ask some questions such as his identity, origin, and where he learned the so-called 'martial arts'. Waiting for probing questions, but I really didn’t expect that the other party would ask such a surprising question.
However, the man's tone was soft but firm, as if it had a strange magical power that made people have to answer.
"Does this require a specific reason?"
At this moment, El Cid suddenly replied: "In times of crisis, everyone should unite to tide over the difficulties together."
"You can repel hundreds of undead with just the strength of five of you. Even if the undead kill the entire convoy, you can escape unscathed, so why do you have to stand out?"
The man's words made El Cid frown. Even the audience and some people who had experienced the undead disaster started talking about it. It was obvious that many people were very unhappy with these words.
"Are you saying we should just watch the undead kill everyone and ignore it?"
The blond man completely ignored the angry and inexplicable looks around him, and just stared at El Cid: "You are not from this country, and your power is unprecedented. I don't think you are just ordinary people." Travelers, you have been hiding your strength along the way because you don't want to expose it and attract unnecessary attention. So why do you want to expose it for those who have nothing to do with you? You can wait until the undead rush up. Escape intact, just join up with the rescue garrison and pretend to be an escaped survivor. This way, you won’t be questioned and suspected like you are now.”
A strange color flashed in El Cid's eyes, and Alubioni, who had the same calm personality, also began to be wary. The other party said that he had also considered it, but the situation was critical at the time. As a Saint, he How could one party just watch the undead kill innocent civilians, and there were still women and children among them!
After a pause, the man continued: "The Holy Warriors of the God of Fire will not detain or interrogate you because of doctrines and laws, but they will inevitably have doubts about your identity. During this special time, any stranger will be subject to questioning. Is it worth paying special attention and exposing your identity to cause unnecessary trouble in your future journey?”
"How could we watch the undead kill so many innocent civilians? There is no reason. Anyone with a sense of justice and humanity will not watch this happen." The youngest Perseus Silver Saint Argolu said indignantly.
"Is it just because of the 'sense of justice'?" The blond man turned his attention to Arugolo.
For a moment, Argolu suddenly realized that the other party's gaze was like a sharp sword piercing his soul. All pretense and sophistry could not fool his eyes.
Silence fell in the tavern, and some people who were dissatisfied with the blond man's words of abandoning others at a critical moment also fell silent. Every word and every word of the man seemed to have a strange magic power. After being conveyed into the ears, it is like a direct shot into the soul, making people subconsciously ask themselves whether they can really do it. At least in the eyes of many mercenaries, justice is something that only appears in knight novels. When the real crisis comes, they will die for the so-called fearless act of justice. You can't do it yourself.
Not to mention ordinary mercenaries, even the Templar Knights of the Holy City and the Bright Knights of the Holy See, even these devout believers in the gods, I am afraid that it is impossible for everyone to be a selfless warrior. After all, there is something in everyone's heart. The dark side of selfishness.
"Not only for justice, but also to protect others, save and help the weak. This is a virtue that everyone should have. Are you more eager to see someone abandon you in difficult times?" El Cid stood up. He looked directly at the other person and said meaninglessly.
Silently staring at El Cid, the blond man saw only perseverance, integrity and almost unsullied purity in those eyes. Everyone can say something righteous, but there are only a handful of people who can actually do it. , in their long lives, no matter they are humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, no matter how they are known as sages, they will also have flaws called selfishness, and there is also a shadow called selfishness hidden in their clear eyes. However, today I didn't see any shadow in the eyes of the man in front of me, only an absolutely pure and flawless heart.
Suddenly, the man discovered that when he looked at the other person, he was not examining the other person's soul, but the other person was inquiring about his own soul. This could be said to be something that had never happened before.
Not only was El Cid in front of him, the blond man looked at El Cid from a distance. The eyes of the four saints all had the same purity, as if they had already sacrificed everything for the justice in their hearts.
Withdrawing his gaze, the blond man nodded to El Cid: "Your eyes tell me that you are not lying. I apologize to you for my previous words and deeds."
"I accept your apology." El Cid also nodded at the man's attitude.
"Can I know your name? A warrior with perseverance and a pure and flawless heart!"
"El Cid!"
The blond man raised his head and looked at El Cid deeply: "I remember this name, as a courtesy┉┉"
Halfway through the words, the man suddenly turned around and left, which caused a crowd of onlookers to gather around him. He originally thought that the other party would reply with his name politely, but now he left without saying a word. What kind of words did this sound like!
However, El Cid did not have any dissatisfaction, and just stared at the departing figure with deep eyes.
This voice sounded in El Cid's mind. The other person had told him his name in this special way. The tone of his hesitation seemed to be the first time that the man had told another person his name. Generally, solemn and serious, and looking at Kalutia and others, it seems from the expressions of several Saints that this voice has reached everyone's mind.
He is not an ordinary human being, and like his group, he is not just a traveler.
El Cid came to this conclusion instantly. Although he was surprised by the identity of the other party, the other party did not seem to have any malice. When the man observed El Cid, El Cid was also observing him, with those golden There is compassion and kindness in the eyes, and there is also a feeling called protection.
El Cid didn't want to speculate too much about the man's identity. After returning to the room, the only thing El Cid had to do was to take out the twin purple flame jade that had been placed in the space ring. The magic device for long-distance communication has not been used since it was brought out. Your Excellency Yalin once ordered that the magic device be used to communicate if anything abnormal occurs. Apart from the normal delays caused by the undead war and demon intrusion along the way, There had been no accidents outside, so El Cid, who was very strict, had never used the magic weapon once, but today was different.
"What? Is this thing broken?"
Looking at the magic device on the table that was activated according to the process but just making noise, Kaludia, who ran to visit, looked at Elsid who was still playing with the magic device and asked. After receiving no answer, Kaludia Ludia turned his head towards the window and browsed the scenery of the street outside.
It was late at night, and there were not many people on the road anymore. The city with only scattered lights was pitch black everywhere. The only thing that stood out most was probably the huge stone pillar erected in the center of the city. I saw this when I entered the city. The strange big pillar, I originally thought it was a monument to the city, but now I see magic runes shining around the stone pillar. Kalludia found that this stone pillar standing in the center of the city is probably not just a decoration. As simple as a logo. (~^~)