Lord of Glory

Paladin, who was unaware of being noticed, took a deep breath. Because now he is no longer the humble slave Paladin, but a priest from a noble family, Paladin, Flamel.

Therefore, he should not only show the piety that a priest should have, but also show the elegance and calmness of a noble. But Paladin has no idea what a noble is like. Because he has never seen the behavior of nobles. Fortunately, the professors of the Free Masons are usually polite and knowledgeable. Very generous and decent. Simply thinking about what the professor had done, he acted accordingly.

Paladin showed a gentle and unassuming smile, raised his hands lightly, holding the cross left to him by his parents hanging on his chest, and spoke slowly to the old man at the counter in a pious to fanatical tone. Said: "Oh, praise the great and almighty Enos! Revered old man, under the light of God, I walked to your hotel. I only hope to get hot water and bread, a knife and clothes..."

Unexpectedly, before Paladin finished speaking, the old man slammed the table impatiently, frowned, spread his hands and said rudely to Paladin: "Money! Young priest, even if Enos comes to visit, you still have to pay." money!"

"Hahahaha!" As soon as he finished speaking, the whole tavern burst into laughter! The mercenaries and sergeants looked at the embarrassed Paladin and smiled from ear to ear. One of the tall mercenaries suddenly let go of the girl in his arms, pointed at Paladin and cursed with a smile: "Oh! Dear priest, even Enos has to pay. If there is no money..."

Before he finished speaking, the mercenaries in the hall immediately laughed in unison: "Get out!" Paladin felt neither sadness nor joy in his heart, but he pointed at the group of mercenaries with an angry look on his face and roared: "How could you do this? Talk about the great Enos! Don’t you have any faith? Blasphemy, naked blasphemy!" As soon as Paladin finished speaking, his laughter that had just subsided was provoked by this, and his laughter became even more intense.

"Oh! Poor priest. We are all mercenaries, in the business of adding blood to the edge of the knife. Enos, the God of Light, naturally blesses us, otherwise we wouldn't be alive today!" One of the mercenaries laughed. , making other people even happier. Paladin, who had a furious look on his face, kept secretly looking at the mage. The people at the mage table were very silent and showed no signs of joining the ranks of mercenaries.

Paladin, who was relieved in his heart, immediately hummed, threw out a gold coin and jumped onto the counter. He made a clear but subtle sound: "Old man, I wonder if this money can allow God's servants to rest their tired bodies?"

One moment, this moment! The noisy tavern immediately fell silent. Everyone, mercenaries, girls, bards, even waiters and old men, stared at the gold coins on the table! Gold coins, these are gold coins! It's not that these mercenaries are so poor and have never seen gold coins. They've seen it before, and they've seen it a lot. But I have never seen a person come to such a low-class tavern and spend more than ten silver coins! And this priest actually raised his hand and got a gold coin! Doesn't that mean that he is very rich!

The old man was the first to react. I saw him grabbing the gold coins at a speed that even the top instructors in the Assassin Alliance could not match. After biting and touching for a while, he nodded with a strange expression: "It's real gold. Mr. Father, please prepare the best room for you."

"Boom!" As soon as the words fell, the originally quiet tavern immediately went into an uproar! This poor and miserable priest is actually so rich! The mercenaries who also came here for money all fixed their greedy eyes on the thin Paladin. And the mage Oneel, who lowered his head, whispered hoarsely: "Look at the form."

The old man looked at Paladin pitifully and said slowly, as if you were finished. "Name, where are you from? This is an order from the Grand Duke. Those who stay in border towns must register." "Paladin, Flamel." "Paladin...huh? Ah!"

The old man who nodded slightly had just written Paladin's name on the paper when he suddenly remembered the surname behind it. He was so frightened that he threw away the quill, looked at Paladin in surprise, and asked cautiously: "Sir, what did you say your name is?" "Well, Paladin, Flamel." "My Enos! It's unexpected. It’s a noble lord!”

The old man jumped up in fright. The mercenaries also looked at each other in surprise. However, Paladin very calmly took out a badge from his sleeve, depicting a lion kneeling in the straw. It turns out to be the emblem of the Flamel family!

"Master, please, please!" The old man changed his original demeanor and turned into a flattering one. Just when it was time to invite Paladin upstairs. Paladin suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the mercenaries with expressions of regret and pity on their faces and said: "As you can see, I am a priest on his way to the church. The destination is Nurba. I don't know. Dear brave warriors, who is willing to escort the servants of God to Nurba? Of course, there is still some money to comfort you."

When Paladin said these words, he was neither humble nor arrogant. A touch of elegance. No one present doubted his true identity.

When Paladin said these words, the eyes of the regretful mercenaries suddenly brightened up! This is a great opportunity to meet a noble! Although he was afraid that the news would leak out, he would be hanged after being found out about the murder of a noble. But now being able to curry favor with a nobleman is also a great invisible asset, and you might actually get some benefits!

Just as a large number of mercenaries were about to make a move, the mage Oneir sitting in the corner suddenly nodded. Seeing this, the soldier beside him, Orkney, immediately stood up and shouted without hesitation: "This noble lord, how can these wastes who can't even hold a dagger escort you? Let us protect you all the way. Bar."

The mercenaries present immediately glared angrily, but after seeing the mage Oneir stand up slowly, sparks flashing on the tips of his fingers. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​teaching these people a lesson. "Mage, that's a mage! Don't hand over your life here for a business!" Paladin narrowed his eyes when he saw that the mercenaries around him dared to be angry but dare not speak. He just hopes to be able to recruit these ordinary mercenaries. It can also be used as a material for refining the philosopher's stone along the way.

But now this mage team has appeared, and there are more than 200 elements lingering around the mage. It's really difficult to deal with it yourself. And if you don't agree at this time, it will be very strange. Everyone would find it strange that a powerful team, as nobles, did not hire any, but instead hired some extremely ordinary mercenaries. If you are curious, you will be curious and you will understand. Then your false identity will be in danger.

In this short moment, while Paladin's mind was thinking about countermeasures, suddenly, a sense of crisis hit him like an ice pick piercing his heart! Paladin's expression changed instantly. He turned around and saw that the windows of the tavern were bright and dazzling white. It's like hundreds of magic lamps exploding together to dazzle the eyes! But the strange thing is that no one present noticed anything strange about this dazzling white light. Only the mage Oneel, shrouded in a black robe, suddenly raised his lowered head. He seemed a little nervous, completely different from his previous silence and calmness!