Ranger

The black-haired ranger, wearing a light leather armor, narrow riding boots and an old hard leather coat, put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The cool touch of the gauntlet was very solid and reliable.

He stood in the sea of ​​flowers and looked up at the small white building in front of him.

The small building was three stories high. Compared with the luxurious residences of the nobles and wealthy people, it was not big, but it was cleaner and more beautiful than any residence he had ever seen. The white walls were covered with green vines, and the spacious terrace was planted with some unknown green flowers that seemed to be faintly fluorescent.

The knight had never seen such an exquisite and elegant residence. He climbed up the wall to the terrace and then went to the second floor of the house.

His movements were neat and swift. After entering the house, he casually clapped his hands and looked around, with the passion and unrestrained look of a playboy in his eyes. He did not seem to be a thief, but rather like the romantic Romeo who climbed over the high wall to meet his beloved Juliet.

The terrace seemed to be connected to a living room. There was nothing for leisure in it. Soft carpet was laid on the wooden floor. A huge wooden table occupied the corner of the wall, next to a bookcase that took up an entire wall.

The chair in front of the wooden table was pulled away, half of it was illuminated by the warm sunlight. On the table was an open book and a cup of steaming black tea. The ink of the manuscript was still wet, and the feather pen was inserted in the ink bottle. It seemed that there was someone here just now.

The arrangement may seem simple, but in this era, it was undoubtedly astonishing for a newly wealthy person to own an entire bookshelf of books.

Books are very precious things. Even the nobles may not have such a large collection of books.

There are also pure handmade carpets on the ground, tea leaves from the East...

What a luxury...

Just as he was sighing, he suddenly heard a gentle voice, "Good day, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

The ranger looked up and saw a black-haired young man in a shirt walking towards him with a silver tray.

The young man was a head taller than him, with delicate and pale skin without any signs of work. He had a bookish and sickly air about him, and lingering melancholy and sadness lingered between his deep brows. His cyan eyes were gentle and calm, like mountains, like dawn, and a bit like the cyan unknown flowers on the terrace.

Being stared at by these eyes, it was as if he was looking into the distance with his eyes lowered across the long river of time and space. However, this gaze was so gentle and calm that it made people involuntarily feel the peace of being accepted.

The young man placed the teapot and cups filled with black tea on the table, poured a cup of tea for Youxia, and said gently, "Please sit down."

The knight-errant was rarely willing to contradict his target, who was robbing the rich and helping the poor, and sat down on the only chair in front of the desk.

Now, the young man was completely looking down on him.

But the knight did not feel uncomfortable at all. He entered the room, took the initiative and stood up. The mud under his boots made the expensive handmade carpet a little dirty.

He sat in a nondescript manner, not only with his legs crossed, but also with one of his sturdy, suntanned arms resting on the chair, with the legs of the chair curled up. He said lazily, "Excuse me, sir. Are you the Dextal they are talking about?"

The young man smiled and said, "It is me."

"How did you know I was coming?" The Ranger pushed away the cup of tea the young man had poured for him and raised his chin. "I don't remember telling anyone where I was going."

"I saw you stop below a moment ago, so I went to prepare tea." The young man said gently.

You must have seen me climbing your wall? Why did you prepare tea?

The Ranger had never met such a strange guy before. He was very interested and asked directly, "I have never met a guy like you before."

"Well, I am honored to meet you today." The young man tapped the table with his fingertips, and after answering him, he seemed to be thinking about something. "May I ask why you came here uninvited?"

"You came here a year ago, acting mysteriously and never showing up. This year, many girls have gone missing. I heard that they are being held captive here."

"I'm a vulgar man who can't bear to see girls suffer, so I came here to take a look and rob the rich to help the poor. After all, you're so rich, even if you give each poor farmer a gold coin, it would be enough to feed a large number of people, right, Mr. Dextal?" The ranger squeezed his eyes mockingly at the young man.

He wanted to provoke the young man in front of him and make him reveal some ugly anger. In the eyes of the knight, the nobles and all the rich people were the same. They were rich and unkind, and they exploited people to the extreme. They used all means to enslave and oppress the people, and used ignorant systems and classes to drain their blood.

The nobles and wealthy upper class were considered stupid and arrogant by everyone, and he was somewhat uncomfortable with the young man's attitude.

But the young man was not angry. He still smiled gently without any negative feelings, as if he was born with extraordinary good manners. "So, you are a thief?"

"Respected Master Dextal, you are too harsh to say that," the Ranger said with his eyes narrowed in displeasure, "I prefer to call myself... 'Ranger'. I am a Ranger."

"Please forgive my frankness, Mr. Youxia."

The corner of Wu Ci's mouth curled up into a smile, he lowered his head, cast down his eyes, and propped his arms on the table, looking down at the ranger who was completely enveloped by his shadow.

The black-haired, black-eyed ranger had a scent of reeds and the fresh aroma of morning dew left on the flowers after walking through a sea of ​​flowers. He looked nothing like a low-class laborer or a bandit. Although his skin was tanned by the sun in the long wind blowing through the valleys and fields, he was tall and strong, with neat and white teeth. The only thing on his hands was a snare left from sword practice.

He was too handsome, with a majestic and upright figure, like a knight. Some people might misunderstand, but the witch language does not refer to the knights of the temple, but the kind of knights that represent light and justice in the sense defined in books.

The reason why Wu Ci has always tolerated Youxia's rude words, such as calling him "Mr. Dextal" in a sarcastic tone, and his impolite behavior, and even stepping on his handmade carpet, is not only because Youxia is very clean and has a tolerance for differences in looks that is in line with Tianzun's lineage, but also because Wu Ci had seen him in the previous round.

During the confession ceremony of buying indulgences, the witch who was to be burned as a sideshow was a very young girl. When I was simulating the witch rhetoric, I was wondering why I didn't save the person and see if I could find out what kind of power the witch had through [preaching], but the girl was burned to death.

At the end of the first round, when the memories were integrated, Wu Ci discovered that after the fire was lit, the girl on the stake was quietly replaced by a dummy in the thick smoke.

Wu Ci had seen this black-haired knight before. The knight was not as dashing as he is now. Instead, he was dressed in formal attire, as if he was locked in a cage.

He had an indifferent expression, holding a wine glass, surrounded by a group of nobles, and was forced to drink glass after glass.

In the crowd, some people touched his hair and some grabbed his arms.

Perhaps someone had added drugs to the wine, the black-haired ranger had a hazy and empty look in his eyes, and he reacted slowly, like a toy that should be wound up but lacked power. He staggered as they pushed, supported, caressed, and carried him out of the banquet hall.

Wu Ci heard the nobles calling this ranger

——“Head of the House of Isaac”

Therefore, Wu Ci also left the scene on the pretext of something during the entertainment program. After wandering around for a while, he saw some unruly knights and the "witch" girl who should have been burned to death just now, supporting each other and escaping from a small path.

The ranger, who could hardly stand steadily, put a hooded cape covering the face of the ragged girl, whose body was covered with whip marks and burn marks. He raised his arm to help the girl climb up the wall and watched her leave from the wall.

In the moonlight, he stood inside the wall and urged the girl above to leave quickly. The girl sitting on the wall, trying hard to pull him along, also called out his name.

——"Isaac"

"Isaac" is the name of a saint in the New Testament of the Holy Temple, but in the Empire of Solomon, it is not a name, it is a surname, a surname belonging to a noble family.

Wu Ci knew this last name, or rather, it was Viscount Folster simulated in the first round who knew this last name.

The Isaac family is a famous knight family. Judging from their black hair, the nobility of their blood can be traced back at least hundreds of years. The Isaac family is loyal and good at fighting. It was their family that led the Crusades to victory, so they have a very high prestige and influence, and are war heroes admired by everyone.

However, after the end of the Crusades, the old patriarch of the Isaac family was killed while on a mission to escort tributes from a defeated country by Emperor Bitre II, and the escorted items disappeared.

The emperor was furious and "suspected" that the old head of the Isaac family had embezzled the property and absconded. Although the Isaac family had not been liquidated for their past merits, the Isaac family still fell into decline and even had to pay back debts equal to the value of tribute from the defeated country. The emperor also cut off the Crusaders' military pay.

So, in order to protect the family, the only son of the Isaac family who had been traveling outside returned home to inherit the position of head of the family. At the same time, he inherited those debts and responsibilities, and was obsessed with finding the missing old head of the family.

The young, black-haired, carefree prodigal now is the silent and patient head of the Isaac family who will soon be wrapped in formal clothes, shouldering responsibilities.

Since the witch called the ranger's name at that time, it meant that they knew each other.

Wu Ci was very curious about the fact that the knight knew the witch, and was also interested in the Crusaders under his command, and wanted to... take them for himself.

He leaned down and moved closer to the ranger. His sharp canine teeth rubbed the tip of his tongue. His gentle and calm temperament was faintly filled with fierce and malicious blood. His gloomy and deep eyebrows smiled and sighed softly, "Then why don't you rob those nobles of their ill-gotten wealth? You know, I also started from being penniless and have achieved my current success. Everything is obtained through my own efforts. I even rely on these properties to support those poor girls who were rescued. I believe you should also understand that the callous nobles are the ones you should rob."

The sense of oppression that he inadvertently released made Youxia feel a little suffocated. He was obviously a guy with a pale and sickly face. Except for his appearance, quirks and personality, everything else... was the same as the mainstream nobles and wealthy people in today's society.

There was no one else around.

No knights, no guards or thugs.

And the ranger, a ranger with superb swordsmanship who roams around all year round, only needs to draw his sword to pierce the guy's chest... But his intuition tells him that he must not do that. The sickly guy in front of him is like making him face to face with a giant carnivorous beast roaming in the wilderness.

The sea of ​​flowers outside was swaying in the wind, while inside, the aroma of black tea mixed with a slightly bitter yet soothing and calming medicinal smell wafted from the slightly cool skin of the young man above.

The ranger couldn't tell what kind of drug was emitting the smell.

His hair stood on end and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He mistook this for the smell of the drug having some hallucinogenic effect that made him dizzy.

In fact, if the ranger was a modern person living before the Dark Star Catastrophic Period, in a world where capital was not so rampant, classes were not overly differentiated, and everyone had the conditions to love cleanliness, he might understand that there is something that every household has the conditions to have on hand, called "clothing disinfectant."

That’s right, Wu Ci has made clothing disinfectant.

He couldn't stand the disgusting and smelly medieval germs sticking to his clothes, and was afraid of contracting things like plague, the Black Death, fungal infections, and skin diseases.

He hated communicating with people of this era and breathing the same air. He would feel uncomfortable if the social distance was a little closer. He absolutely could not tolerate fleas jumping on his head and clothes like other nobles!

He quite likes the smell of clothing disinfectant, which is slightly bitter and soothing, making him feel at ease when communicating with others.

Therefore, Wu Ci never lets anyone touch his personal belongings, and all the clothes on his body will be soaked in clothing disinfectant and rubbed three or four times with soap.

However, the ranger, who had never seen clothing disinfectant, acted decisively. He crouched down from under Wu Ci's arm and looked at him warily. "If what you said is true and you can maintain your philosophy, then I agree with your point of view and will accept your proposal."

He resisted the urge to put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and draw his sword. He pretended to be relaxed, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled as he stepped back towards the terrace. "Since the girls are fine and we have your good suggestion, let's stop here today. See you next time, Master Dextal."

"Wandering knight." Wu Ci did not stop him, but just stood there and smiled, "If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can come here to find me. I am happy to help you now, and I only need a small reward."

"I don't know why you say that, sir, but I don't think I need your help."

Wu Ci smiled meaningfully, "Maybe? I will give you a satisfactory answer. All I need is some reward within your ability."

I have to go to work again tomorrow, so I may have to update every other day next week (vomiting soul)