(ps: The plot has been going on in recent chapters, which may make everyone feel a little bored because it was written a few days ago. When Liu Xia posted this chapter, he just found out that he had posted these chapters but forgot to tell everyone. The dormitory has been power outage these days. It is inconvenient for Liu Xia to write, and it is impossible to modify typos and wrong sentences in time. Sorry.)

When the mentor who had been appearing in front of him in a dignified manner wandered in dismay and shouted in grief; except for an unreal confusion, some of him could only have some sympathy.

Wang Xiaofeng understood what the old charlatan represented to her at this moment, which was the spiritual pillar and the redemption of the soul. Just as the old man said just now, she had already paid too much for light, or for something else.

Now she was tired and tired. She curled up and leaned against the feet of the goddess statue. Tears rustled down, and the sadness infected Wang Xiaofeng's emotions.

He opened his mouth and didn't know what he could say, but he took a breath gently, walked to her and squatted down, reached out to her, and put his hand over her somewhat weak body, giving her a shoulder to support her. With a simple dependence, he placed his hands on his side without any movements that were beyond the rules, nor any thoughts of exceeding the rules.

"The teacher asked me to tell you," Wang Xiaofeng tried his best to slow down his voice so as not to stimulate the emotions in her heart again, "He has been here."

"I know, he has been here..." She was already a little sobbing. Many times, she always acted like a saint, but people ignored the hardship and longing in her heart. Wang Xiaofeng bit her tongue secretly, allowing herself to maintain a pure state of mind and not be distracted.

But by the way, what did this old charlatan do to the young and beautiful mentor?

Amy gently broke away from Wang Xiaofeng's shoulders, sighed, calmed down a little, hugged her knees and red eyes, and was stunned.

"When I was a child, I had no parents, so I lived in a small courtyard full of cherry blossoms. There were women around who could not cry or laugh. They taught me praying every day, teaching me etiquette, and telling me what the saint should do and what should not be done. Those people never asked me if I was happy or not, but just asked me to pray every day at the cold statue. I was the saint chosen by the goddess and I would devote my life to the cause of light."

"Until one day, the teacher came to teach me magic. He was the first person to smile at me, the first... He always said that he came to teach me to be lazy and not to go out to fight the demons. I braided his beard while he was asleep. He always put a stern face and punished me to recite those difficult-to-mouthed spells..."

She kept saying it, and Wang Xiaofeng sat in front of her and listened quietly; her emotions gradually calmed down, and her eyes were filled with nostalgia for memories, which was the most beautiful memory in her mind.

A comrade also knew a little in his heart what the old charlatan Hoon meant to mentor Amy. In addition to the mentor, he also played the role of father in front of the little girl.

Until one day, the old man in his seventies was out for a trip, and the news came from afar that he had fought with the demon and died on the holy fire. She was just a simple girl but could not leave a drop of pain that should flow. She was a saint and a messenger chosen by the goddess. She could not cry or laugh, at least she could not do this in front of believers.

Saint?

He looked up at the statue of the goddess beside him, because he was sitting at the feet of the statue, the goddess in his eyes was surprisingly tall.

The statue of the church in Jiyu City is placed in the hall of the church, allowing the interns to pray on weekdays and allowing the devout believers to save themselves. The statue of the church in Yufeng City is placed behind Amy, the teacher of the holy light, allowing the saint who came to this remote town for some reason to pray alone...

The wooden door slowly opened and closed, and Wang Xiaofeng walked out of the Holy Light Mentor's room, and the gaze of several female players coming towards him.

Yu Tong and her brother Norton were waiting not far away, and ran over to meet Wang Xiaofeng's figure, as if they wanted to verify whether Wang Xiaofeng had lost a piece of meat.

He turned his head and looked at the wooden door behind him, and lowered his head amid the whispers of several female players; he seemed to be able to see Amy, who was stunned at the jade tablet, gradually returning to normal.

Amy's figure was unconsciously fulfilled in his heart. In the dark corner of his heart, a lonely girl lived, hoping to be given a smile and care for the little girl. In his eyes, the old charlatan also had some other functions in addition to fooling others to defend world peace and maintaining the light of the Dawn Continent.

A female player heard the call of the system, lifted the curtain, pushed open the wooden door, and walked in.

The moment the door was opened, two gazes captured Wang Xiaofeng's back leaving. Amy didn't know what she thought of, and a light smile rippled on the corner of her mouth.

"Teacher, I'm here to upgrade my professional skills." "Well, if you can be familiar with the true meaning of Holy Light Healing in such a short time, you have done a good job and will definitely heal many souls tortured by suffering." "Teacher," the female player turned red and lowered her head, "Well, what I want to upgrade is Holy Light Punishment..."

"Sir!" "Go out and talk," Wang Xiaofeng looked at the worried brother and sister, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I'm fine."

After leaving the church, Wang Xiaofeng habitually put on a cloak, covered the helplessness on his face with his wide hat brim, and also covered the shadows under the light, and covered the twists of the glory. Yu Tong was taken away by an intern priest, and wanted to learn the introductory manual for the intern priest, collect the costumes of the priest...

There were not many customers in the tavern at noon. Wang Xiaofeng and Norton sat down in the same corner, ordered a few glasses of good wine, added some fried rice, and ordered music for five gold coins. Wang Xiaofeng waved his hand and then came the song "Erquan Yingyue".

This time, the Erhu came a lot faster than last time, and the one who played was no longer the cheongsam beauty last time, but the old man dressed in gray clothes. He gave more vicissitudes and less quietness, allowing the two to taste loneliness once.

"Sir, thank you for this matter." "Thank you what I do. You don't need to scream at the dinner table." Wang Xiaofeng touched his chin. Today, he pulled Ren Yutong into the job with a hot head. Apart from losing the favorability of the beautiful mentor, he made the dignified and beautiful mentor cry once, he didn't get anything.

"We are about the same age as we just call our names, Norton, Sufeng."

"I'm afraid this is not in line with etiquette." "That's all," Wang Xiaofeng didn't feel embarrassed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Norton's helmet with a white feather on the corner of the table and asked, "Have you officially joined?" "Yes, my sir, I learned a lot last time I went to sea to suppress bandits with you last time, and I have accumulated enough military achievements. The high priest rewarded the transfer scroll, and my subordinates have just passed the professional test."

"Not bad..." Wang Xiaofeng nodded, looking at the blonde man sitting opposite him, he couldn't help but think of his death and his heroic and heroic parents. "You must be glorious with your father's bravery, and always remember not to violate the declaration of the Knight when he joined the job."

"Yes!" The heroic knight sitting upright responded loudly and handed the long sword he wore to Wang Xiaofeng. "Sir, when I joined the company, I swore to guard the light and the glory of the Holy See, and I will fight for this for the rest of my life."

"Don't be fearless by external forces, and do not fight for vanity. Loyalty, faith, glory, and courage are where you are forever guarding." Wang Xiaofeng raised his wine glass, and the silver cup touched slightly on the blade. He enjoyed the fruit wine brewed by the elves for the first time, but he felt that it was not as good as the bulk rum I drank in the forest before.

Maybe the relative objects are different, and the two wines have some differences, so the value is very different.

"Sir," Norton stopped talking, picked up the sword in his hand and put it down, as if he didn't know where to put it. Norton's movement attracted the attention of Wang Xiaofeng, who was savoring the wine by himself, "What's wrong?"

Norton suddenly stood up, took a serious step, knelt down on one knee at Wang Xiaofeng, holding the sword in both hands and lifted it over his head.

The sad erhu sound came to an abrupt end, and the old man in gray jumped aside. His agility was quite inconsistent with his image and age.

Wang Xiaofeng was stunned by Norton's actions. After more than ten seconds, he came to his senses in the mellow fragrance of the fruit wine and reached out to help Norton up, but the level 25 dad could not pull the knight after level 30.

"What are you doing? I help your sister just because she is in love with her and can't afford a gift like you."

"Sir, allow me, Guardian Knight Norton Jones, to be your follower."
Chapter completed!