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Ron stood up from the ground with difficulty, looked around, and followed the sword light in the mess.

He, who was usually calm, finally lost his composure. He pulled off the sword-shaped badge on his collar with his backhand and stared at it, but he didn't know how to express his emotions at this time.

He is from Algrant, and even though he is a noble from Algrant, he should be loyal to His Majesty.

This is an iron law and an obligation that every citizen of the Kingdom of Algrant should fulfill.

However, he is also an investigator of the Hanging Sword...

He once swore under the sword that he would always respect the will of Kongxuan Sword.

I thought the two were the same, because His Majesty, who controls the Kongxing Sword, is of course the Kongxing Sword's human being, the spokesperson of the Kongxing Sword, and the medium that conveys the Kongxing Sword's will.

In Ron's mind, His Majesty and the Hanging Sword are one.

Everything I have learned since childhood is to...

His thoughts stopped suddenly and Ron's face turned pale.

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that although all the teachings contained the words "The Hanging Sword", His Majesty's status was secretly emphasized in the words.

“As believers who convey the will, the king will exalt his authority and bring the thoughts of mortals up to heaven.”

"When believers hold the torch of faith high, a just sword shadow will be born from the fire. Then those with the blood of griffins will take out the sword blade from the fire and hold the scorching hilt on behalf of the believers."

"The blade of the sword hangs, we are all sinners, and we will continue to follow the footsteps of the sword holder."

This seemingly casual word was biting Ron's heart like a poisonous snake at this moment.

Even without any external force, Ron almost fell to his knees in despair.

He looked at Sang subconsciously, looking at the figure that was about to disappear in front of him, and finally understood Sang's mood back then - it must have been even more shocked than him now, right?

At a loss, my mind is blank...

The roar, all the roar.

The roar of the outside world, the roar of the heart, the roar of the mind.

Several roars sounded one after another, making him dizzy.

He instinctively doubted the truth, but the evidence he tried his best to come up with was so absurd and fragile.

The truth was always so indestructible, so strong that it choked his throat and made it difficult for him to breathe.

Everything in front of you is emitting a mysterious halo, and everything is becoming blurry.

In a daze, Ron seemed to have returned to the scene where he was baptized.

In the boundless darkness, there was only a beam of white light shining above the head.

He knelt down silently with his head down, his eyes watching his nose, his nose watching his mouth, his mouth watching his heart, not daring to look directly at the sword light above his head.

There were faint sounds of singing all around, the echo of the choir.

Because he was underground, the damp and cold ground spread the cold unbridled, and the coldness penetrated into the body along the skin and even the pores, reaching deep into the blood vessels.

However, the sword light above his head was even colder than this chill, and even made this young bronze-level Holy Grail extraordinary person tremble.

Ron was listening patiently, waiting for the guide to arrive.

Because he had practiced it no less than five times beforehand, he was very familiar with the next process - as long as he waited to pick up people, and then swore to the Hanging Sword under his guidance and witness, the whole process was complete.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and he felt vaguely familiar.

A hand gently patted Ron's shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "My Lord, I will make an oath..."

This is out of order. There is obviously a prayer in praise of our Lord...

Ron didn't have time to think about it. He was very nervous and subconsciously continued: "...I will believe in my Lord, fulfill my duties faithfully, and hang my sword in the air to warn the world..."

He opened his mouth, feeling like he wanted to say something else, but his mind was empty.

He instinctively felt that there should be more content, but he didn't know what to say.

The coolness inevitably arises from the tailbone.

At such a critical moment, he seemed to have forgotten his words?

Damn it, I obviously carried it on my back before coming...

But at this moment, when he was horrified, the person in front of him continued to say: "So, Ron, who are you going to swear an oath to?"

According to the procedure, the interviewer should not say such irrelevant words at this time!

Of course he is loyal to His Majesty, and of course he believes in the Hanging Sword...

this is not……

He subconsciously violated the procedure, looked up suddenly, and saw a face that would never appear at this time - San Eniboding!

"So, Ron, it's your choice..."

At this time, he was wearing a pure white robe, holding an illusory sword light that looked like a scepter in his hand. This uncertain sword light even echoed the sharp sword hanging above his head.

It seemed that because of the white light coming from above, his whole body was radiating holy light.

At this moment, he was more like a receptionist than a receptionist.

choose……

Ron looked at Sang blankly, the clarity in his eyes gradually fading.

Yes, he believes in the Kongxuan Sword, and he should become a believer in the Kongxuan Sword. He should let the glory of the Kongxuan Sword spread across the earth, and he should also let...

But at this moment, an anxious, inhuman cry came from the darkness: "Ron, where are you? Ron! My child, where are you?"

Ron and Sang couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound at the same time.

Then they saw that in the darkness, there was a body that was darker than the darkness coming.

"Haha, your mother is right, you are here as expected, Ron, my good boy." Pullan held up the head that was screaming and mutilated due to fear, and proudly said to Ron.

As he said that, he waved to Ron, "Stop running around, Ron, the ship is about to set sail and will leave soon."

"Where to go?"

"Where to go? Hehe, look at what you said. Have you forgotten? We are going to the far north. Haven't you always wanted to go? Look at the moving icebergs and the aurora hanging in the sky. …”

The confused Ron looked shaken. He stood up subconsciously, but Sang held his shoulders again, "Ron, who are you going to choose?"

The voice was calm and there was no room for doubt.

"I……"

"Ron, what are you waiting for? Don't keep your mother waiting. She is tired enough for her family. Come here quickly."

Pulan's tone also became impatient, "Be obedient, boy, we can go to sea together soon. When the time comes, we can go wherever we want, and no one can separate us..."

At the end of the sentence, he looked straight at Sang, looking at the man covered in holy light in front of him, and said angrily: "No one can!"

From the head he was carrying, two lines of blood and tears flowed out again.

At this moment, Ron, who was dizzy, finally heard a voice like thunder: "God Pan, you are a natural disaster. In the name of my Lord, cleanse all evils!"