An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

Noshil had never thought of the possibility of a holy warrior's loyalty. He never thought that with his current ability, he could bear this kind of responsibility?

But the fact is that even if Noshil's original intention was just to let Scar abandon his distracting thoughts, his words seemed to hit his already scarred heart, achieving an amazing effect.

The final result was good. These words not only made him reaffirm his oath, but also gained more powerful power, and made Scar swear allegiance to Noshil directly.

But Noshil didn't understand why? Freedom is so precious, why would Scar give it up so easily? And the target is still himself, a barbarian boy who has known each other for less than a day. Is he really capable of taking on the loyalty of a holy warrior, and a very powerful high-level holy warrior?

Noshil frowned. He is not Scar, so he can't get the answer to this question, but for a holy warrior, no matter what the occasion, as long as he solemnly declares a certain oath, he must do everything possible to abide by it and must not be abandoned lightly.

Noshier's thoughts were swaying like chaotic sparks, but the man in front of him had already given his loyalty to him without reservation, so even if he had thousands of thoughts in his mind, he had to suppress those chaotic thoughts and respond as soon as possible.

"... I don't know if I can do it, I don't know if I am qualified to bear your trust, but I can promise you."

Noshier leaned over and held Scar's broad shoulders, and made a promise to the noble warrior in front of him who had swept away the past haze, and his pupils were full of vitality, and he was re-unwavering and stronger.

"I will do my best to thwart the conspiracy of those evil demons, I will walk impartially on the right path, and I will make myself worthy of the loyalty of a holy warrior, but please don't expect me to be a model of morality."

Scar seemed a little surprised when he heard this, but he was not surprised by the offense of this word, but was amazed at Noshier's honesty.

"This is as it should be. A squire has no right to ask the lord to follow the squire's code of conduct."

Besides, he himself has completely accepted the oath of revenge, and from that moment on he is no longer the perfect model he once was, so what qualifications does he have to ask his lord?

Noshier also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if Scar really asked himself to have the same moral code as a paladin, it would be really troublesome. After all, in troubled times, morality will only become a burden on one's body.

And Scar is worthy of being a paladin of revenge. His tolerance for his companions is much higher than that of regular paladins, so he continued to assure Scar.

"I will mercilessly chop off the bodies of those evil demons, smash their heads, plunder their wealth, and make them pay a heavy price for what they have done. If you can accept these actions of mine, then on this basis, I will accept your loyalty."

After hearing this, Scar did not choose to say any more nonsense, but performed a perfect knight etiquette with the most serious and respectful attitude.

The right fist made an elegant arc and hit the left breastplate hard. Such a huge noise made the owl bear next to him feel a little uneasy, but Scar ignored it and declared in a more solemn voice.

"So from now on, Scar Chiturugu will voluntarily accompany my master as a servant."

"At the same time, without violating the oath of revenge, everything is based on my master, Noshir Temariti."

After saying this, Scar knelt on one knee, lowered his head and stretched out his right hand to Noshir. As long as Noshir chose to hold his hand, the oath would be completely concluded.

And Noshir did not hesitate, directly stretched out his right hand to hold him tightly and pulled him up.

So, this extremely simple loyalty ceremony without any ceremonial utensils, no solemn hall, and even the only witness was an uncivilized monster, was completed.

Noshir put away the complicated thoughts in his heart, coughed, cleared his throat slightly, and then continued.

"Okay, no more nonsense, after all, there will be plenty of time to chat in the future."

"It's still early now, and we should get going."

Noshier continued to talk to Scar without waiting for his reply.

"I have just asked this big guy, and it has agreed to give you a ride, but it can only help us for one day at most."

"We can catch some prey for it on the road, so that it can give us a longer ride, but it must return to its nest before dark."

Noshier waved to the owl bear, and the owl bear kept tilting its head, looking at him like a curious owl, but it finally walked slowly to Noshier and lay down carefully.

"Although it has no saddle, it is large and won't be too bumpy when running. As long as you don't deliberately press its sensitive ears, it won't go crazy. You can sit on its lower back, which won't affect its movements and is the most stable."

"Let's go. I'll be above you. If anything unexpected happens, I'll take you away immediately."

"The sooner we get to Baldur's Gate, the sooner we can learn about the situation there, and we can get down to business sooner."

Ska said no more, nodded respectfully to Noshir, and then completely shifted his gaze and attention to the giant in front of him.

After this extremely simple but effective ceremony, Scar can be said to have swept away the haze of the past, which made him feel much more energetic. Even if he was about to ride the beast in front of him, his mood did not decline a bit.

This emotional change may not even be noticed by Scar himself, but this positive emotional compensation does exist.

After Scar re-anchored his loyalty through the oath, his originally floating oath and power once again had a foundation.

This is the characteristic of the profession of the paladin. They are born loyal ministers who dedicate their lives to a lofty goal, but this goal often has a fixed reference in reality to remind them to always abide by the oath.

They are generally some powerful and kind gods who keep order or wise monarchs who have lofty ideals and have been working hard for them.

The former is represented by Tyr, the god of justice, and Heim, the god of protection, while the latter is more representative of the chief Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, Urd Ravengard. Many paladins around this Grand Duke regard him as the embodiment of their faith because of his noble qualities, and use this to constantly alert themselves to their behavior, so as to make their faith more firm and their oaths more pure.

Scar's former pillar of faith was the holy city of Eltoril, but now his pillar has become Noshir Temariti. As long as Noshir remains kind and takes action to save Eltoril, he will be enough to inspire Scar as a lamppost and alert him to his duties as a paladin.

"It sounds easy, so let me try. I hope it won't be harder to ride than the griffin I rode in Waterdeep."

Scar put away his equipment, carefully walked to the side of the owlbear, slowly put his hands on its waist and abdomen, and after seeing that it didn't react much, he jumped up and sat on the broad waist of the owlbear.

"Well, at least the sitting experience is pretty good, it feels pretty stable."