If it weren't for the heavy snowfall, Wyatt Roderick would be in a better mood.
As the Judge Knight Commander of the Rad Sect, Roderick spends more than half of the year performing tasks outside the home. Rad Church bears all travel expenses, but unfortunately, the mission date will not change due to the weather.
This team of judge knights can naturally drive away the wind and snow with magic. They activated the thermal insulation array solidified on the armor one after another, and in the knife-like chill, they encircled a small warm and windless space for themselves. However, the knights of judgment cannot afford the luxury of continuing to use their spells to remove snow that is not over the horse's legs.
In addition, the terrain in the deadwood forest was complicated, and the team's speed was much slower.
Roderick clicked his tongue twice, clenched the letterbox in his hand, and considered resigning for the 5000th time.
Balthazar Medes ran away again.
As the only remaining member of the Tin Soldier mercenary group, Medes' ability did not discredit the legendary mercenary group - he was not good at hiding his tracks, but he was very good at escaping. Not to mention the guest room in the Heresy Tribunal, even if it is the tightest dungeon on the surface, my teacher may be able to pat his butt and leave.
The guarantee certificate should be issued for him later, Roderick twitched his lips.
Considering that "The Last Tin Soldier" is too famous, and the face of Medes, who has recovered his flesh and blood, is young and does not match his age, Roderick can only make an ordinary fake identity for the teacher.
With the assurance of the current trial knight commander, a rumored necromancer can temporarily get permission to move freely. However, since Medes recovered his flesh and left the tomb, he seemed to be suffering from a disease that would make him unwell if he stayed in the same place for a few days.
"Returning to this state, I will continue to age like a normal human being." Medes once said solemnly. "I don't have much time for research and redemption, brat."
"If it weren't for you, I would have slaughtered that village long ago. How about making this part of the atonement?"
"Let's not say whether you're crazy enough, I can't put money on my face with something that hasn't happened."
"Then wait for me for three months, no, six months, maybe ten... Whatever, I'll have a little vacation at that time, and then we'll go together."
"Oh." The necromancer coughed twice and tried to back away, but was hugged tighter. "Your armor is killing me... Get your hands off me, you bastard! Where are you going?!"
Then just a week after he went out, Medes easily broke through the restrictions of the Heresy Tribunal and disappeared without a trace.
Roderick did not feel the slightest anger, but gave birth to some inexplicable joy.
Knowing Balthazar Medes better than anyone else, he knew that his teacher would never wait honestly. When this quest is over, he can start the "hunt" that makes him bloody - if it weren't for the fact that his identity as a judge knight would bring countless conveniences, and at the same time make the game a lot more interesting, he can't wait to quit the quest now and start taking action. .
"Normal humans don't live here, do they?" His deputy sneezed and snorted the tip of his nose that was red from the cold. "Could it be, um... the bishop here is wrong?"
"That's what you said last time over the glacier." Roderick replied casually, "I think... After half an hour at most, we directly ran into a superior demon."
"My lord, you decided to ignore them! Cliff Nightmare Leopard and Demon Warlock, to be honest—"
"People have a good life, what am I going to do, I'm itchy and looking for a fight?"
Roderick sneered twice.
"It's fish hanging outside their house, not human organs. Originally, there were not many people in that ghost place, and I didn't smell anything wrong with the corpse odor - I'm the knight commander of humans, not the knight commander of fish, It's none of my business for the young couple to dry the fish."
The adjutant rolled his eyes and chose to swallow his breath and continue on his way.
Such a bastard sits in the position of the judge knight commander, and Chen Ni has not yet handed down the divine punishment, which is completely unreasonable.
The adjutant muttered angrily.
Either this guy is destined to do something earth-shattering, and God is willing to ignore these details;
Maybe this time.
Recently, a faculty member reported a vision, saying that in this barren and cold place, there were monks from the Radish cult riding strange beasts, and they easily expelled a demon warlock who had fallen into madness in front of them. It happened that the last mission was not far from here, and Roderick did not return, so a small team of people came to investigate.
Although the adjutant is very sure, his boss must want to take this opportunity to save a few more days of mission vacation, so that he can go back and take a break.
However, 80% is that the bishop ate some strange mushroom and had hallucinations. Even "Lunar Eclipse" Roderick couldn't easily solve a demon warlock who had fallen into madness.
However, if the Knight Commander of Judgement is still alive, I'm not sure...
Roderick suddenly stopped the horse and raised a hand.
"... the smell of a superior demon," he said with great interest.
Facing the excited trial knight commander, the adjutant wiped his face reluctantly: "Alert!"
A huge black shadow appeared in the blizzard, and a faint demonic breath came from not far away. The trial knights spread out well-trained, igniting the snow-melting magic circle, and directly dispelling the snow and storm in this space.
This time they saw the shadow clearly.
It was a man riding on a giant white beast and wearing the uniform of a Ladist free monk. The eccentric knight looked in his mid-thirties, with dark brown hair and eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, and sharp, steady eyes.
And they didn't know the giant beast he was riding.
It stepped on the top of the soft snow with its four claws, as if it had no weight. If it is a variant of a wolf-type beast, it is not very similar - at least they don't know which wolf-type beast will have a pair of golden strange horns.
A little girl dressed as a poor man was sitting behind the knight, her head slightly sticking out. He looked timidly at the judgement knights.
"Name?" Roderick didn't talk nonsense, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at the strange knight.
The knight shook his head without making a sound.
"Forget it, you don't look like an incompetent idiot. I'll just say it—put down that girl behind you, she's a superior demon."
"She's not." The man riding on the white behemoth finally spoke, his voice low and sweet.
"... That's at least a demon warlock, although I don't see any signs of alienation. It's too close to the human village, you've crossed the line." Roderick said lazily, the tip of his sword did not shake at all. "Speaking of which, have I seen you somewhere? Well, it looks familiar."
"I've heard of you, but I haven't seen you." The mysterious knight on the opposite side lowered his eyes and let the snow flakes fall on his hair and uniform.
Before the knight could finish speaking, a spell shot out from the tip of Roderick's sword. This too upright "despicable act" made the adjutant turn his head and sigh.
But the beast did not move, and neither did the knight. The white beam of light suddenly disappeared halfway without warning.
Roderick put away the sword neatly: "The difference in strength is too big, it's boring... The opposite, I'm sorry. It's just a temptation for the little guy, don't take it to heart."
"Lord Roderick?!"
"Do I look stupid?" Roderick raised his eyebrows high. "Since I'm not a fool, why should I rush up to fight a confused, bound-to-fail fight? I said earlier, that—what's your name—you want to kill yourself gracefully this way, I won't stop it, don't Drag me."
"But you are—"
"I'm a normal human being, no matter what is on the other side, it's obviously not in this category. Mr. Adjutant, count the number of people here first. Did you see that beast on the opposite side? If you chop all of us into minced meat and feed it, it is estimated that all Not enough for a meal."
"... No, you didn't eat that much."
The white behemoth suddenly spoke with a very serious tone. Immediately, it turned its furry head and looked at the person riding on the back: "Baby, are you okay? Let them take her back, anyway, Nemo has also greeted old Quinn. , they won't do anything to her."
The mysterious knight pinched his brows, took out a small badge from his pocket, and put it on the little girl's clothes. The little girl sniffed, her eyes full of confusion and horror.
"Don't be afraid, your chest doesn't hurt, right?" When facing the little girl, the knight's tone softened a lot. "They'll take you to the city, and Grandpa Pope will take you in."
"But, but, Pansy..."
"That Pandora? She'll be alright, I promise. They won't do anything to you, even for observation purposes. Rather than that, tell Pansy that Nemo's been watching her—you can always Ask him for help, if you are too naughty, he will come to you too."
"… Um."
As soon as the voice fell, the little girl's expression changed. The confusion and panic disappeared suddenly, and she looked calm and curious. However, when her eyes met the team of judge knights not far away, the little girl suddenly looked gloomy.
"I know." She whispered in a less childlike tone, "I'm just a little interested in the other side of the world, and I won't go against His Majesty's wishes."
The tall knight jumped off the back of the giant beast, stretched out his arms, and hugged the little girl to the ground.
"Not a superior demon, nor a demon warlock. She made a wish to get rid of her illness and live, and spontaneously concluded an equal symbiotic contract with the demon. I think the Pope will be happy to observe this special case and give her a title."
"It's the Pope's personal gold medal..."
"But that's..."
"Oh, it's enough to escort her back to the central church, right?" The current judge knight accepted the reality very happily.
"That's right." The knight nodded.
"Okay, come here little one. You can ride my horse."
"Lord Roderick!" The adjutant looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
"...Or ride his neck." Roderick glanced at the adjutant and added.
"Also, you—"
It's a pity that the giant beast and the knight disappeared into the air. Not a single footprint was left on the snow, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.
"Let's go." Roderick sat the little girl in front of him, holding the reins with both arms to make her sit more securely. "Let's go back."
"However, investigating..."
"You really don't understand, do you?"
Roderick shook his head in disgust.
"I can't see through their details, the spell is completely ineffective. It's not a level of strength at all. If they don't want us to find it, we can't find it if we turn it upside down - if I'm not wrong, they deliberately in front of the bishop. If she shows up, I'm afraid I'll be close by and let me bring her back to Hatfield justifiably."
"After all, Lord Quinn still has to think about a little face. They sent her directly, and the old man can't explain it. I'm different. Those crazy believers want to come to me to make trouble, and they have to weigh them up first."
He understood the truth, and the adjutant had a headache. This knight of judgment will not be so embarrassed if he shows a little embarrassment. But this bastard—
"Oh, and also."
As if he heard the dirty words in his subordinate's heart, Roderick added another sentence.
"I'm not the same as you bunch of dead brains. I don't get a rash when I hear a demon. Leave it to me. Sit tight, little guy, do you see that uncle? Don't pay attention to him, he just has a little face. cramp."
The adjutant shivered twice with anger.
I can only continue to pray to Chen Ni, asking his old man to solve this scourge as soon as possible. He thought a little desperately.
However, Lord Chenni was not in the mood to listen to anyone's prayers.
It gets dark quickly in winter.
Standing by a tree, Adrian straightened his sword, waiting for his god to transform into a human form. Just like every day recently, when Jesse returns to his human form, the two can go back to the warm hotel in the nearby town together.
But this time the giant beast was sitting on the spot, showing no sign of moving.
"Five weeks," Jesse said.
"Um?"
"Take care of that one—that two—forget it, take care of that brat, you know what I mean. It's been five weeks, Sweet Ed, and you haven't had time to kiss me."
"After all, that child has just recovered from a serious illness on the verge of death. He is not mentally stable and needs to be watched." Adrian explained patiently.
"But that doesn't change the fact that 'you haven't kissed me in five weeks,'" Jessie announced, her voice thick as honey. "Well, that's probably a good thing, though. Prolonged abstinence can make people sensitive, doesn't it? Maybe this time, I can give you a good shake."
"…I thought you had given up on that idea."
"I won't give up until I see through your thoughts."
Jesse leaned closer, took a human face, and stepped barefoot on the snow.
"If you say blind faith, I haven't seen you obedient to me. To be honest, sometimes I just don't know if you are believing in me or playing with me. But you are always willing to tolerate me in this kind of thing. —”
Jesse Dylan lowered his voice ambiguous.
A cold touch wrapped around his body, and Adrian frowned slightly. The body transformed by the flesh and blood of the gods is not afraid of severe cold, but this makes the gap between his body temperature and this cold even greater.
Focusing the magic in his eyes, he could see that the invisible thin limbs of the gods were wrapping around his body, twisting the buttons one by one, slowly and firmly taking off his monk uniform.
Too bad he just smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.
The snow under him was melting, and the weird and cold touch of his thin limbs snaked through every inch of his skin, causing him to shudder. Those pretty blue eyes came very close, followed by a hot breath and a kiss that was a little rough and eager.
The fiery fingertips and the clammy slender limbs danced together on the skin. Adrian tried his best to restrain himself from breathing too fast.
"Why?" In the consciousness that was gradually drowsy due to pleasure, he heard the god asking in his ear.
"Because from the beginning, my beliefs were nothing more than my own personal desires."
Adrian breathed lightly, hugging the warm body in front of him.
"… You too."