The Righteous Player(s)

To be honest, when Annan really saw the once champion swordsman, he was really taken aback.

The appearance of this "Alexander Robin" really exceeded Annan's expectations.

He appears to be a middle-aged person in his fifties, extremely tall, at least more than 1.85 meters.

The skin is almost tan in the sun, and the hair is reddish brown. Alexander has a square face, deep eye sockets, and firm eyes. His beard has been carefully shaved off, leaving neat stubble. A scar was burned on his cheek obliquely, slanted across his lips, and approached the eyelid.

Going up a little bit, his right eye is about to be dug out with a knife.

His golden-orange pupils, as if shining under the light, made Alexander look even more deterrent.

... He does not look like a world-renowned big banker, the strongest investor with a sharp eye in the legend, and a big philanthropist known for his generosity.

It was more like a fierce fighter, a stern and reliable mercenary captain. His thick hands, densely covered with sword marks and cocoons, are subconsciously clenched into fists all the time; and his steady, broad arms while walking illustrate this point.

Although he was wearing a silver priest's suit, it looked like a long white suit jacket. However, the muscles on his shoulders fully support the inside of the suit, and he can even see some wrinkles caused by the muscles.

——This uncle seems to be the type who can chat with the delicious goose happily.

This was the first impression that came to Annan's mind.

How do you say that, proper fitness attracts the opposite sex, excessive fitness attracts the same sex...

He is very close in height and body shape to the delicious wind goose. The skin is obviously rough and thicker, while the skin of the delicious wind goose is quite fair.

Of course, the biggest difference is that he has hair... and it's still thick. The delicious wind goose has sacrificed its own hair for its own strength.

"Why, are you scared by me?"

Bringing Annan and Zhiji to his office, Mr. Alexander asked Zhiji and Annan to sit down across the table, and then returned to his seat with a hearty smile.

He made a deep and extremely magnetic voice: "Is it a bit different from what you imagined?"

"……Yes it is."

Annan nodded, the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising, and he almost laughed: "But it's not really shocked.

"After all, I have also seen a silver priest who is about the same size as you..."

What Annan said was Salvatore’s friend, Priest Louis. He and Annan can at least be regarded as friends of friends, and the relationship is still good.

Of course, when we meet again next time, Annan will call the other party "Lewis Knight".

"Oh?"

Alexander raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is he born in the Hand of Silver? He is in the royal capital now, ready to become a silver knight?"

"...Do you know him?"

Annan blinked, not particularly surprised.

But think about it, after all, the Silver Knights are those people.

The old bread can introduce himself to Alexander to learn swordsmanship, which shows that Alexander is definitely not the kind of strong man who hides his swordsmanship.

As Alexander is now the best silver knight in swordsmanship, there will definitely be many young silver knights and alternate silver knights who will come to him to learn. It is not surprising that he knows Louis.

However, if you look closely...

Alexander reached out and patted on the table, laughing cheerfully, and his voice rose a little: "It's that boy Louis?"

"Yes-I met him in Frozen Water Harbor."

"Well, he was indeed dispatched to Frozen Water Harbor. He is a good boy... Such a dangerous, nine-dead mission, it is not surprising that he finally took over."

Alexander's voice became calm and very magnetic again: "He is my pride. Just like his father."

……what?

Annan was a little surprised: "He is yours...?"

"He is my nephew, my nephew."

Alexander slowly said: "His father is my younger brother and a silver knight...I am the leader of the Silver Hand. He was taught by me personally when he was still in the Silver Hand.

"When he traced the case of a black widow’s believer who poisoned the well and caused the death of the village, his wife was retaliatedly killed. At that time, Louis was just born and could only be put in my house and nurtured by my wife. .

"And he used a costly ritual at the time, which caused his state to be unstable. Later, he sacrificed on the way to purify the nightmare... In the end, when he became a demon, I personally executed him.

"I agreed to his last request to take care of his son for him. When I was young, I took the oath of sterilization and the oath of abstinence for stronger strength... So Louis is considered my son."

...That's it.

No wonder.

In this way, the size of Louis and Alexander is actually not too different, whether it is height or weight. In Noah, there are not many men who are over 1.8 meters tall—the height of male adult elves is almost 1.8 meters, but the humans in Oasis are shorter.

And when you look closely, their hair color is a little red, but it's not the same deep...their faces are also somewhat similar. But compared with Alexander, who is like a lion and seems to be angry at any time, his nephew Louis looks much gentler and calmer, with much fairer skin and almost no scars on his body.

But another question emerged in Annan's mind.

Seeing Annan’s doubts, Alexander said, “Do you want to ask me, why would you let Louis go to the frozen water port?”

"Just a little question."

Annan nodded and explained: "After all, you should also know... Frozen Water Port is too dangerous.

"Its nightmare can be cleaned smoothly, and in fact it has nothing to do with Louis. This is a task that he can't handle at all, why should he be executed?"

"It's not that I want him to execute it, but someone has to do it. The last priest was polluted by the nightmare of the frozen water harbor. It has been many years ago. Before he became a demon, he was Summoned back to the king's capital to take poison and die, gloriously died as a human being.

"But after that, we don’t know anything about what happened in the Frozen Water Port. We know that the skeletons stayed there for a long time, trying to perform some kind of ritual... Frozen Water Port is also a border area, and we need to send more. A priest, put it under control.

"This super-difficult nightmare, which has not been purified for fifty years, requires at least one priest to be sent to monitor-at least to report to the royal capital or Roseburg as soon as an unrecoverable emergency occurs. , Before the worst results appear, thoroughly purify the frozen water harbor."

Alexander said calmly: "Actually, we did not intend to recruit a'purifier' at the beginning, but only intended to recruit a'monitor'. There is no need to choose young and capable from the hands of silver with a bright future. These people...just need to send an old bishop to take over.

"For other twisted nightmares, it is much simpler to'monitor'-as long as you enter the nightmare and carefully observe the changes in the nightmare, then you can exit in time. But in this nightmare, you will lose your memory if you are careless... …The more you want to'surveillance', the more you must try to'purify'."

This is a dead end.

In any case, you must try to purify the nightmare-and the more you try, the easier it is to die in the nightmare and be eroded by the curse~www.wuxiaspot.com~Annan finally understands.

This is why……

Louis could not understand the mechanism of nightmare, nor did he explore the mechanism of nightmare.

Under the condition that he relies on luck to purify his nightmare... he stumbles into the nightmare every day: in the gallery, he walks silently forward in the infinite nightmare corridor without looking back.

——He is sticking to his mission.

He does not explore the mechanism, so that he can survive longer.

It is to prevent others from taking over their posts...not to let others sacrifice.

...Annan finally realized.

For oneself and for players, it is equivalent to the nightmare of upgrading "dungeons"... for "indigenous people", what does it mean?

That is the real-nightmare.