Open!
Just as Herbert was thinking about what was going on, Bishop Rusty Nail, who had been silent for a long time, took the initiative to speak: "Why did you stay in the Third Commandment House last night?"
Herbert suppressed his doubts and asked, "Is there any problem with this? I checked, and there is no provision in the church code that prohibits warden from staying overnight in the prison."
"There is no prohibition in the commandments, but it is very dangerous to do so." Bishop Rusty Nail stared at Herbert, with a look in his eyes that he could not understand, and asked, "Why do you have to take such a risk?"
You ask why
I should tell you, I'm worried about the hook... huh
wrong.
Herbert suddenly realized something and changed his words of defense into a question: "Sir Knight Commander, is there anything that is not dangerous for a Paladin?"
"Um?"
Bishop Rusty Nail frowned and squinted at the young man in front of him.
This weak paladin had a calm expression and a firm gaze, without any negative emotions on his face.
There was no fear, nor indignation at being forcibly detained, only a striking calmness - a kind of calmness that came from being indifferent to life and death.
"Fighting with the followers of the evil god, protecting humans from dangerous monsters, and resisting the evil god's erosion of the world... Is there anything safe?"
"Your Excellency the Knight Commander, from the moment I took the oath, I understood our responsibilities."
"We are the sword that strikes evil and the shield that protects the weak."
"And the sword and shield should not be feared."
At the end of his speech, Herbert suddenly remembered a sentence that had left a deep impression on him, and said in a deep voice:
"We are the guardians, but also a group of poor people who are constantly fighting against danger and madness."
That's what it should be said, right
I should be right to say this...
All I have to deal with all day are "dangerous monster girls" and "crazy comedians", and my life is pretty hard.
In short, praise the fools first!
When Herbert finished his last sentence, Bishop Rusty Nail's eyes suddenly opened, and then he fell silent.
He lowered his head and pondered for a long time. Finally, he slowly exhaled, shook his head, and said hoarsely:
“… A poor creature? Haha.”
Compared to Herbert's plagiarism, he was deeply touched by this sentence.
"You are right. We are just a bunch of pitiful creatures. We don't know when we will be corrupted by evil."
He looked up, nodded to Herbert, and asked:
"And the blasphemer?"
Bishop Rusty Nail regained his composure and no longer mentioned whether Herbert was a blasphemer.
Herbert suddenly realized that something was wrong.
It didn't seem like he believed Herbert because of what he said, but more like he never really doubted him from the beginning...
Then why did you kidnap me
I don't play this.JPG
"He's dead."
Although he wanted to complain in his heart, Herbert still cooperated with the work honestly.
"His body was destroyed by the Rage, and his soul was dissolved by the End Singer. He eventually fell into the Lightless Prison."
Although some key information was omitted, what Herbert said was all true.
After realizing that Bishop Rusty Nail seemed to have no ill will towards him, his mind began to become active.
This, can I blackmail... er, ask for some extra compensation
I was detained without charge!
Herbert didn't hesitate and chose to rush forward.
Give it a try.
Don’t worry about whether it will work or not, just give it a try first!
"Your Excellency Knight Commander, I am able to survive thanks to their help. I am really grateful to them."
"My duty is to educate them and hope that they can turn over a new leaf. I think this help is a typical proof of that."
Herbert took a deep breath, and there was more pleading in his voice:
"So, I want to ask you... No, I want to ask the monastery to give them a certain reward as an encouragement for their behavior."
"… "
Unexpectedly, after a long silence, Bishop Rusty Nail did not refuse immediately, but asked: "What do you want to give them?"
He didn't refuse!
There is something to talk about!
Herbert took a deep breath, knowing that the conversation had reached its most critical moment.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart, tried his best to appear calm on the surface, and said in a deep voice:
"I hope... to allow them to temporarily leave the Third Discipline House."
"Well, let them go out and get some fresh air."
…
…
"Your Excellency, the presiding judge!"
Sister Kaplan reported to Bishop Thorn, who had just returned to the monastery: "Herbert was taken away by Bishop Rusty Nail!"
"Take it away... not good!?"
Bishop Thorn's expression changed, and he shouted angrily: "Damn it! That guy actually came after me!"
bad!
Someone stole my house!!!
Chapter 55: The Knights' Olive Branch
As the most powerful combat group in the monastery, the Misty Knights established their base in the Misty Mountains outside the monastery.
Some of the Knights Templar members will go out on missions, acting as sharp swords against evil.
The other part stayed in the monastery. In addition to taking turns to maintain security in the monastery all day, they also trained in the Misty Mountains.
Either go into the depths of the mountains as a team to fight ferocious monsters, or temper the body and spirit through various rigorous techniques.
They never harm their bodies, but the process of polishing their spirit and body can definitely be called ascetic.
And now…
Herbert was about to become one of them.
"… "
He followed Bishop Rusty Nail onto the city wall, looking at the members of the Knights Templar who were training in various places below, his brows constantly raised.
Herbert watched as a middle-aged paladin thrust the tip of his sword into his forearm and then pulled it out, and then began to practice chopping with his bleeding arm.
Self-abuse
No.
This was not only self-mutilation, he was also using divine power to heal his wounds while slashing.
He even felt that it was not enough, so he swung his sword and pierced his calf, and began to coordinate his staggering steps.
So, are you practicing fighting after being injured
"Hiss..."
He turned his head and saw two monks facing each other in horse stance - they took turns kicking each other in the crotch.
Bang!
“Hmm!”
Bang!
“Ouch!”
Bang!
"ha!"
Each kick from both of them was very powerful, and they stared at each other with wide eyes, looking as if they wanted to eat each other alive.
Under the scorching sun, dust was flying around the crotches of the two men, veins bulged on their temples, and their bodies were shaking like sieves.
So, this is practicing the Golden Bell Cover
Uh... should it be said that it is to improve the ability of the vital parts to withstand blows
"Hiss..."
Herbert felt a phantom pain in his crotch and could not bear to look at it anymore, so he moved his eyes to the other side again.
On this side, a monk challenged ten paladins with his bare hands—he was almost kicked into a pig's head by a circle of people.
Damn, this young man!
On the other side, the gray-haired paladin inserted the sword in front of his body, grasped the hilt with one arm, and supported the weight of his entire body with the strength of one arm.
Damn, this guy!
On the other side...
After a quick look around, Herbert's expression was quite interesting. He let out a long breath and couldn't help shaking his head with emotion.
I didn’t expect that there would be so many talented people in this small monastery.
The immortals are as numerous as hemp teeth!
The entire training ground of the Knights Templar gave Herbert a strange sense of impact, as if to say, “This is the Knights Templar’s big stage, come if you’re brave enough!”
Here, you can not live, but you absolutely cannot not live.
Is this Florida
Just as he was gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath, the Rusty Nail Bishop in front of him spoke: "Herbert, you know that your request is not realistic."
"Whether or not the heretics have really changed as you said, the fact that they are extremely dangerous will not change."
"I can't agree to your request."
Herbert nodded silently. He certainly understood that his request was not very feasible and could even be considered unrealistic.
Because there is no way to guarantee safety on our side.
Even if I believe that they are getting better, others will not believe it. In fact...when that moment comes, will Valentina and the others really behave themselves
All I can say is, it’s really hard to say.
Don’t try to put your hands into the mouth of a hungry beast, and don’t put your dirty hands into the cooked food when your mother is cooking...
Don't teeter on the edge of danger!
Unless you can really afford the price you'll pay later.
But Herbert was not disappointed by the rejection, because it was obvious that Bishop Rusty Nail had not finished speaking.
Sure enough, after a few moments of silence, Bishop Rusty Nail continued, "But... it's not completely impossible."
"If you can suppress them with absolute certainty, no one will stop you."