"Mr. Dict?" Hongye looked at the knight who suddenly started talking to himself with some surprise, not understanding what he meant.

Thirty years ago, there was a battle here. The other party told it as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

In the deep and empty corridor, the elderly knight's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear. He seemed not to have heard Hongye's words, and walked forward with rustling footsteps, stopping somewhere in the darkness:

"I retreated here, and Miss Misu was forced to the other side."

"Miss Misou, who is that? When are you talking about, Mr. Dict? I didn't know that anyone in the illusion had been here before."

Dickert was still talking to himself: "Dragon worshipers came from all directions and surrounded us. I raised my sword to meet the enemy, but the sword was knocked away."

Hongye finally heard a hint of suspicion.

She turned back to look at Parker, and the Papalar shook his head at her in confusion, waving his chubby hands to disclaim responsibility: "Don't look at me, I didn't do anything, it's none of my business!"

"I didn't say it was any of your business."

"That's not necessarily the case. If I hadn't said that, you would have shirked your responsibility. I've seen this kind of thing a lot, and you still have to learn something."

"you shut up."

"I'm serious, Miss Hongye, that guy is very poor. Look at his sword, it looks quite valuable, but I didn't expect it to be useful." Parker said while turning around with great effort.

, and took a dagger from the ring.

Hongye had noticed the clinking thing hanging on the back of Papalar's back early in the morning. She didn't even know when he hung it up.

But I didn't expect that it would come naturally.

When she took a closer look, she realized that it was actually a broken sword.

The sword is long and slender, and the sword and guard are unfolded like leaves. It is made of fine steel and shimmers in the darkness.

The sword is a good sword, but the blade is broken at a third of the point. The fracture is like a glass crack, with some wear and tear, and the edges seem to be polished a little smooth.

"Wait, is this Mr. Dickert's sword? When did you steal it? I mean when did it break?"

Hongye was slightly startled.

She still vaguely remembered that when the elderly knight fought alongside them in the city hall, the sword in the other man's hand was still intact.

Maybe it broke after that?

But this section doesn't seem to be new.

"What, what? I picked this up, but I haven't had time to return it to Mr. Dickert yet." Parker's eyes widened: "How could I like this thing? It is much worse than my Nightingale Sword.

"

"It's the Thief's Sword. It was stolen from you and the Brass Dragon."

"Oh, that's because I remembered the name wrongly. You know, the racial talent of the Papalar people is that they have a poor memory."

Hongye didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who kept talking nonsense.

She turned around, wondering why Dict didn't react at all, but then she realized that the other person had been standing there with a calm expression, as if he was deep in thought.

He stood there for a long time.

After noticing the latter's gaze, he raised his head and said, "It has been here for thirty years."

"Um?"

Hongye's eyes suddenly widened.

I saw the older knight slowly reaching out his hand, holding it in the air, and pulled out a sword from the darkness.

The blade of the sword was long and slender, and the sword and guard were spread out like leaves. It was made of fine steel and shone pale fluorescent light in the darkness.

Parker looked at the sword, then looked at his hand. There was a bang in his hand and the sword fell to the ground.

The sudden sound spread far along the corridor.

It shocked both of them.

"What are you doing, are you crazy!?" Hongye stared dumbfounded at this guy who failed to achieve anything but failed.

"I, I, I..." Parker also panicked. In this quiet place, I don't know how far this sound can spread. I'm afraid it can be heard on several floors above and below. He himself is an expert in covert operations, so he naturally knows this.

Among the three, only the older knight looked calm.

He crossed his sword, looked at the other end of the corridor in the darkness, and said to the two of them calmly: "They are here."

Hongye raised his head in shock, only to hear a burst of footsteps coming from ahead in the darkness.

And there seemed to be a noise behind him

Just a moment later, a group of people wearing black robes hurriedly appeared at the corner of the corridor ahead. They were the same group of Dragon Worshipers they had met in the Great Cathedral.

When the other party saw them startled, they scattered left and right.

"Back, back!" the Papalar man's stammering voice shouted from the side.

Hongye turned around and saw a fluorescent light emerging from the darkness there. In the fluorescent light were a group of Dragon Worshipers who were wearing the same clothes as the people in front of them.

But the latter's face was pale, as if the reflection of the deceased was the ghost who died in this place thirty years ago.

Whether it was a coincidence or some other reason, the living and the dead appeared in this place at the same time. But what made Hongye frown was that the older knight's previous words flashed through her mind subconsciously.

Dragon worshipers came from all directions and surrounded us.

And this scene is happening now.

Without saying anything, Hongye summoned his Annihilator qv700.

Although Parker was trembling with fear, he also raised the magic heavy crossbow in his hand. However, the Papalar man said with a cry: "What should I do? I have run out of explosive crossbow bolts..."

A figure stood in front of him.

It was an elderly knight standing with his sword across his body. The moonlight in the darkness seemed to be focused on him. Parker opened his mouth wide and saw that the rust on the antique magic armor on his body was peeling off.

The mottled Marlan Holy Emblem is becoming clear again, the dim gold-inlaid decorations are shining brightly, and the old magic furnace no longer makes a bellows-like sound. The magic core crystal inside is glowing in the dark environment.

It became extremely dazzling.

But only Dict's gray-haired face remained unchanged after thirty years of hardship.

The knight's eyes seemed to contain the reflection of the past. He held the sword tightly in his hand, and the justice and faith in his heart were always firm, and he slashed forward.

A silver glow.

A dragon cultist happened to rush forward. In his eyes, Dickert's sword was only about level 10 when it was drawn, and there were traces of the sword's shadow.

The latter used a snake-shaped dagger and raised his sword to block. But in his stunned eyes, the knight's sharp sword was like a phantom, passing by his dagger.

If the sword breaks, the person dies.

The short silver blade flew out in a swirl and inserted into the wall.

Parker's eyes reflected a warm rose color, which was like a rain of blood all over the sky. The older knight simply made a horizontal slash and missed the Dragon Cultist. Half of his body flew up and fell heavily to the ground.

Under the moonlight, among the rolled flesh and blood, the spine was white and the section was smooth, blood gushed out like a spring from the fracture, and internal organs and dirt were scattered all over the floor.

The corpse still had an expression of disbelief.

When he drew his sword, he was just one of Marlan's guards, a mediocre tribune of a tenth-level lumber camp, an old knight with a weathered face, who seemed to have done nothing and had been trapped in the mountains and forests all his life.

A person who is almost out of touch with the times.

At least this is the older knight Fang Plover saw.

And he stood up with his sword sheathed, and the aura on his body was already the crown of the Temple of Courage. From fifty years ago to the present, Kaolin has a total of seventy-four crowned knights, and each of their names is recorded in the Temple of Marlan.

Wall of Valor.

A golden mark flashed on the sword in Dick's hand.

"Seal of the Crown!?"

Hongye looked at the older knight in disbelief and blurted out: "Mr. Dickert, who on earth are you?"

The older knight didn't answer.

He flicked the sword blade in his hand, and the blood beads on the blade were sprinkled on the corridor like a line, causing the Dragon Worshipers to stop in unison.

The leader of the cultists stopped and reached out to stop his colleagues. He raised his head and looked at the knight standing in front of him, and took a breath of air:

"Dickett Trewell, you are indeed in this illusion, you are really haunted."

Hongye was startled for a moment, and a name flashed in his mind. "Treewell...Mr. Dickert, I know who you are..."

Roban Triwell, the legendary hero of the human side in the Battle of Byrne.

The ambiguous love affair and legendary story between the former and the elf princess Brianne have been the most talked about among adventurers and ordinary people in Kaolin for many years.

But Hongye knows some unknown secrets. The beginning of the legendary adventure thirty years ago was actually triggered by another incident.

Before his famous encounter with the Elf Princess, Sir Roban had been living in the Elpahim region, tracking down the activities behind a cult, which led to the encounter between the heroes of the Battle of Byrne.

That earliest story

It's because he is looking for the whereabouts of his father who disappeared more than thirty years ago.

Few people know that the father of this legendary hero was once the first crowned knight of the Marlan Temple of Elpahim and the owner of the Crown of Justice.
To be continued...