Roland deliberately pretended to look at the tall horses, trying to hide his inner tension and anxiety.

She has never ridden a horse.

At least in the sixteen years she had, the creatures like horses had only been seen on TV and in zoos. If you want to say that they were used as means of transportation like the ancients, you have never seen them.

After hesitating for a long time, Roland finally reached out to caress the horse closest to her.

For some reason, after Roland approached, these originally anxious horses immediately stopped their movements and allowed Roland's hands to stroke their necks and backs.

Looking at this strange scene, Meer's brows furrowed together.

Although he was a human and a former priest, he only felt a faint dark aura, but the senses of animals were much sharper than those of humans. Because of his fear of the undead and the power of darkness, the horse was restless and instinctively expressed his compliance with the strong.

Looking back on the conversation with Yizhak last night, Meer was also aroused by the undead entrusted by his friend.

"Why not purify this undead, Yizhak?" With such doubts, Meer knew that his friend had enough ability to purify the high-dead spirits alone. Even without the Holy Light Prayer Master, he could easily purify the high-dead spirits, just like he did in the past.

The title of Holy Light does not come from his glory, bloodline and family background. If we talk about the origin and appearance of the famous apostate Paladin five hundred years ago, then Yizhak's title comes from his faith - the Paladin of the Temple of Light, serving the sun goddess Tillian.

If you talk about the Holy Light... I am afraid that Usina, who is known as the strongest prayer teacher of the Holy Capital, is not as good as her old friend.

Meer knew that His Highness, the prince who was born with white elves and descendants of light, was actually reluctant to use his superhuman light spell. After all, the thousands of years of history of God's descendants was full of blood, which also made this once glorious higher species bear too much sadness. Whether it is light or dark, they have always been sandwiched between humans, elves and gods, and have never truly belonged to them.

"She is a poor person. No matter what amazing secrets are buried in her memory, at least she is a hero who keeps the dogma of a knight and fights until the end. I don't want my hands to be stained with the blood of such a knight, even if she is already dead." Yizhak firmly rejected Meer's proposal. Although this could reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble, the identity and origin of this undead female knight are too mysterious. He will not touch her at all until the truth is found out.

"Hero Knight..." Awakened from the memories by the neighing of the horse, Meer realized that he was distracted.

It was seen that the embarrassing expression on Roland's face was mostly from not being able to ride a horse. Basically, he could conclude that this undead, who was said to have lost his memory, had no common sense in his mind. Such a undead who had forgotten everything was simply a newborn baby, who knew nothing and knew nothing.

Just when he was about to ask the guards beside him to help the fool undead get on the horse, a surprising scene happened.

The girl who was also stroking the horse with a distracted expression suddenly turned over and stepped onto the horse that was taller than her. She was so skillful that she could not find any fault. She did it very well in terms of the posture of riding the horse or holding the reins to stabilize the horse's comfort, which made it hard to imagine that she had never known what to do before.

"So you can ride a horse..."

Hearing the old man's voice with a vague tone, Roland quickly turned his head and saw the butler Meer standing behind him with an ugly face, unable to say what his changing expression meant from time to time.

Meer began to gradually realize that this woman named Roland was really not an ordinary undead as Yitzhak said.

"That girl is very weak on the surface, but don't be deceived by her appearance." Before leaving, Izhak seemed to be worried. He told Meer to not relax his guard against this female undead who had fought for the second time.

"She should be a very powerful knight before she lost her memory."

The Paladin's thoughtful words still echoed in Meer's ears.

The posture of riding a horse is clean and neat, which is not something that ordinary people can learn overnight. Only those battlefield knights who are with horses all day can develop such skills. Unlike the rigid royal knights in the palace and the nobles who like to show off their superficial martial arts, the posture of unity of people and horses cannot be disguised. No matter how imitated, they will never be able to achieve a real stern horse.

Roland didn't know how he got up, but just stroked the horse's bright fur and became in a daze again, as if a long time ago... No, I did feel this way in my memory.

The silky texture is still at the deepest part of my mind.

It seemed that he had ridden an unusually tall black horse and galloped in the vast and uninhabited wilderness, the whistling wind and the rushing red flames were intertwined.

Roland...

My most loyal knight.

There is no nightmare in this world that is worthy of your dream than Sesil.

It is the king of nightmare, the unaware of the tired dream-breaker, the revealer of fear and death.

"Sethier..." In a trance, Roland, who read the name, suddenly woke up.

She heard the familiar but unfamiliar voice again.

Yes, it's almost the same as the Elf Rafa.

But... the voice in my memory reveals commands and coldness all the time.

And Rafa... the elf that Anesia met for the first time after opening her eyes was not that cold. His voice revealed more confusion and sadness, and his eyes as blue as the sky were full of sorrow.

Where are you, Rafa.

I still have many questions to ask you.

Seeing Roland's expression changed from trance to deep thought, Meer also stepped on his own horse and pointed at the East.

"Let's go, go to Dem City."

Everything can only be untied when it reaches that city of gold.

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I originally thought it would take three days to get to Dem, one of the seven cities in the Central and Southern continents.

But after a fast horse galloping, Roland and his party arrived at the largest city on the southern continent, except for the Santa Estoni, the Holy Empire City Ain and Neo.

From a distance, the light yellow huge rock wall reflects golden light under the sunlight, and the City of Gold is named.

There were people coming and going on the main road with stone bricks, including merchants, mercenaries, farmers, and pedestrians.

The conversation came from all directions, almost covering up the calm and flat words of the butler behind him.

"Here, this is Dem." Compared with several other cities, Dem does not have the ubiquitous luxury of the Imperial City Ain, the overly solemn atmosphere of the King of Dunion, and the rigorous architectural style of the Santo.

Although the buildings here are ancient, they adhere to thousands of styles. The Odri-style roots have always been the most numerous buildings here, as if they prefer this style that combines luxury and elegance. The whole city is full of elf atmosphere.

Of course, Roland also saw many white elves, with blonde hair and blue eyes and sharp ears. This is their symbol, just like the distant relatives, silver hair and red eyes of the dark night, which makes people easily recognize at a glance.

Two neat rows of soldiers stood in front of the huge stone gate that was ten meters high, holding spears and staring at each person entering the city, and also divided the crowds into two rows.

"Do we need any pass?" Suddenly thinking of the strange customs of this world, Roland asked his butler in panic.

"Of course, every big city needs a pass to enter."

"Ah..." Roland was stunned. Looking at the endless crowd, she remembered the bag she hung on her waist.

When he first arrived in Anesia, the elf Rafa handed over this leather bag that looked inconspicuous to himself.

In addition to a large number of colorful gems, there are also a few coins with different appearances. Of course, when he was bored, Roland also turned out the things in the bag one by one.

There is a metal card in it, with beautiful fonts written in words she didn't know.

The gray-white metal plate has faintly dark stains on the surface, and many parts of the text carved with embossed carving have long been smoothed, as if it was often pinched in the hands and played with, making the brand look very old.

Roland always believed that this thing had a lot to do with her identity. Especially after she saw that many people handed the guards a metal card with almost the same appearance, she became more convinced of her guess.

Seeing Roland rushing around the small space bag on her waist, a flash of light flashed in Meer's eyes.

Although Yizhak gave her two letters to prove her identity, it seemed that she had her own pass.

Seeing her take out the white metal card again, Meer narrowed his eyes.

Knight's Badge...

That was the most familiar thing about Meer, who was born in the Knights Kingdom.

After successful assessment, each knight will receive a certificate issued by the Knights Academy, just like the magic badge of the mage, it is a symbol of identity and status.

"Wait, Miss, we should go here." Seeing Roland following the crowd, Meer signaled her to walk into the passage with fewer people on the other side. He didn't understand why he told him that Roland had already walked to the city gate under the crowd. Under the stern eyes of the guards, Roland handed out the metal sign in his hand and waited for the result uneasily.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the eyes of the people around her were projecting on her, curious and uneven.

This further increased her inner uneasiness.

In fact, people around her will focus on her, and there are reasons for it, mainly from the robe that symbolizes the identity of a noble.

It is logical that she should go to the entrance and exit dedicated to the nobles, but instead of following Meer's advice, she ran to squeeze with the civilians, which naturally attracted people's strange eyes.

"team leader!!"

The guard's shouting attracted a burly middle-aged man. He was wearing a thick armor and a big sword hanging on his waist. Unlike the light armored guards, this person called the captain gave Roland a sense of indescribable depression, especially the fierce gazes emitted from the blue-gray eyes, which made her involuntarily put her hands on her waist. After not touching the black sword, Roland remembered that the weapon that had been hanging on her waist since she came to this world disappeared.

"Look..." After handing the metal card in his hand to the captain, several guards looked at Roland at the same time.

This is the most common knight medal. White represents the lowest level of trainee knights, and the outermost tree-shaped pattern represents the golden tree belonging to the Southern Continent.

What is shocking is that the instructor's name is engraved with Luo Lian.
Chapter completed!