"Jerent... Gaiat of Carter Castle." Standing in front of the Paladins of the Church of Justice, the head of the Gaiat family felt a little downcast.

There were cuts on his face caused by sharp objects, and the leather armor on his body was also damaged.

The steel sword of the two long swords has been broken, and the other sword also has some chips.

"Gayat of Castle Carter...Who are you, Your Excellency, Marlin Gaiat?" The Paladins have confirmed Gaiat's identity, and the lie detection has been passed. The man in front of them saved this city.

The heroes of the village - at least two hundred ghouls, about forty demons, and two black knights are all trophies in this man's hands.

"My adopted son is already a lord, isn't it? It's great." Gaiyat thought back to the last time he saw his adopted son.

The child had retained his strength, and he felt it afterward.

He is a good child. It would be great if it could be his biological child...if it were his and Sophia's child.

Unfortunately, just like what this child wrote in his novel, fate always pushes people who love each other away and makes him and her take different paths.

Sophia, you know, over the years, I have been searching for the truth about why you died.

"gentlemen."

"Ah, what's the matter?"

The greeting from the Paladin dragged Gaiyat out of the abyss of memories. He raised his head and saw the teacup handed to him.

"Take a sip of hot tea. Thank you for your hard work. We will definitely spread your good deeds throughout the human kingdom today. We also invite you to come to our church to rest for two days. We will invite the best craftsmen to repair your equipment.

"The paladin said with a smile.

Gaia nodded: "Thank you for your hospitality."

"You're welcome, Mr. Guyatt. Speaking of which, today should be the final of the Sidney competition. I am also the father of a child. He went there, together with his companions, to represent the middle-grade team of the Just Church against the opponent.

Fighting... I really want to go over there and watch the children fight with my own eyes."

Having said this, the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly: "But my lord is right. When you are alive, you have to take responsibility. You are the same. I heard that Your Excellency Marin will meet Sel Kate today.

The Baron is having an exhibition fight, your adopted son has grown into a great young man, you must be very happy."

"...Yes, I am very happy. Although I picked this child up, I have always liked his temper and character. Sometimes I feel like he is another me..." At this point, Gaiyat

He took a sip of tea... to cover up his nervousness.

Marin wants to have an exhibition match with Sel Kate?

This shouldn't be the case. Although Marin is a half-baked sixth-level mage, a half-baked detective and a psyker, he is only fifteen years old, and Ser Kate, as a half-step legend, has already become a half-step legend many years ago.

A lich... no, the Pale Lord, but in fact, he is a lich.

A lich who plays with a big sword.

Gaiyat had fought with him and knew that this guy also had a rare item armor... Such a guy shouldn't interact with Marin, let alone engage in a show battle.

Exhibition battles can cost lives.

Who wants to frame his child...Goethe?

No, although this guy is a guardian fiend, he can't make the decision when it comes to Faye's marriage - Anna is the one who makes the decision. As a high elf and a legendary battle mage, she has the rights and obligations.

, is even more responsible for choosing a good husband for her daughter.

Marin was his best choice because Gaiyat knew that this was their mentor's child.

After all, older people know the identity of that sage to some extent.

Gaiat didn't know that at first, simply because he couldn't really relate to the child.

...So, will it be Manli?

It shouldn't be. Although the queen of the Rood family is indeed a bit nervous, and she has always been a little bit ready to let Faye marry a descendant of her family, she will never risk being killed by Anna and Lina.

It was inconsistent with her behavior to kill Marin at a price. After all, her child's surname was Moweish, and Goethe could not just sit back and watch all this happen.

So who could it be?

Thinking of this, he raised his head: "But I'm very surprised why my child would play with Sel from the Kate family. He is still a half-grown boy, while Sel has been a famous player for a long time."

"Who knows, but you don't have to worry. Lord Sel Kate has been famous for a long time, and he will not hurt Lord Marin." The paladin said.

But his words could not comfort Gaiyat at all.

The middle-aged demon hunter, with gray hair on his temples and a slightly trembling left hand, thought about his home far away in Carter's Castle for the first time.

My goddess, please bless my child...

Don't let me, who lost my wife at a young age, go through the pain again. She was my child, my daughter's support, and the last inheritor of the Gaiyat family.

May the Lord have mercy on you.

………………

On the bench under the shade of a big tree, the girl opened her eyes and glanced at her sisters: "That grey-headed man begged me. I always thought he would never ask for anything from us in his life."

"... He is a poor man, my sister, don't make fun of him." Her sister blinked her eyes and tilted her head as if listening: "... a small thing, let us fulfill his wish, in

On the day of the competition, we will bless that child." "Is this good? If we respond, wouldn't it be exposed that the priesthood of the Harvest Goddess is now managed by us."

"Don't worry, he is in the Eastern Kingdom and his children are in Regensburg. They won't know."

Having said this, the two goddesses smiled and narrowed their eyes again.

Before falling asleep again, one of them stretched out his hand and waved it like throwing seeds.

………………

Gaiyat put down the tea cup and put it aside.

Two middle-aged men were sitting in front of the tree stump at this time, playing the favorite cards among witchers.

"Speaking of which, you are indeed a good opponent, but I will definitely win this time." After Gaiyat said this, he put down the environment card, and the Frozen Road caused the Paladin's front row to lose all combat power.

"Ah! How did you know that I didn't remove the card! I only have a 14% chance of not drawing another removal card!"

"Sorry, sir, there are no such things in probability science in this world, only yes or no."

When Gaiyat said this, he suddenly felt something.

He and the Paladin turned their heads at the same time and saw small twigs emerging from the earth.

Twigs of the world tree!

Gaiyat's heart beat violently.

"The twigs of the World Tree... are blessed by our Lord! They are yours!" Seeing the twigs turning into a ring and wrapping around Gaiyat's forehead, the Paladin dropped the cards in his hand, and he stood up, somewhat

He was helpless and saluted Gaiyat: "You are the one blessed by our Lord!"

"Ah...I, I am very grateful to your gods for giving you the branches of the world tree." Gaiyat was also a little at a loss - when he was young, he also dreamed of owning such branches, but as he got older,

As time went by, he realized that everything he did could no longer make him a blessed person.

In order to find the murderer, he changed. Geront Guyat was no longer a simple young man, he became... an unscrupulous demon hunter.

"You said that you must be looking for the murderer of your lover. Before, I was still doubting that your pursuit might be fruitless, but now I believe that you will get what you want. One day, you will kill with your own hands.

Kill your enemies." The paladin said this and made a sign of the Holy Emblem on his chest: "May you get what you want, sir!"

"...Thank you, there will definitely be such a day." Gaiat nodded, and then he noticed the carriage coming to pick him up appeared at the entrance of the village: "Let's go and rest first."

"Of course, please follow me, Mr. Gayatt."

The paladin stood up, came to the carriage, and opened the door for Gaiyat.

When he got into the carriage, Gaiyat glanced at the twigs that had been wrapped around his arms. It seemed that the role of the Harvest Goddess was concurrently fulfilled by the nameless lover... It was true.

My goddess... I wish you a speedy recovery.

………………

"I don't think highly of that boy named Marin, even if he does have a few brushes, but the church doesn't believe in him too much. His Excellency Sel Kate obviously fought in the first game, but he still sent him up. This

Are you asking him to die?"

The young poker player looked at his girlfriend next to him and sighed: "I gave Mr. Kate five thousand dollars. Although I always lose money to him at the poker table, this time I believe he will definitely bring me luck."

with wealth.”

"My dear, do you believe him so much?"

"Of course, a half-legendary native spellcaster and a great swordsman cannot lose." The young card player was very confident in this.

Listening to his noise, Emmet Selk frowned - where did this idiot come from? If it weren't for the fact that the mentor couldn't turn around, he would have wanted to turn around and smash his face.

Unfortunately, it can't be.

Watching Sel Kate walking towards the platform, Emmet Selke snorted, because this guy reminded him of some uncomfortable past events.

But in the end, Emmetselke turned his head and glanced at the entrance corridor.

Then he saw a strong guy appear in his eyes.

Who is this?

He then heard the host mention Marin Guyat's name through the illusion of amplification.

Wait a minute...is he Marin?

That’s not right! You are a fake! Give us back the lovely Marin from our church!

With such a sense of disbelief, Emmetselke watched this strong and tall guy walking towards the playing field.

That's not right... Emmetselke warned himself more than once.

There is absolutely no way the man in front of me is Marin.

But...the huge 'wooden sword' in his hand still told everyone.

He is Marin.
Chapter completed!