Chapter 122 Knight
Lu Yi also likes him?
What does this mean?
Lu Yi thought to himself that something was wrong, but a smile appeared on his face.
"My mother died early, and I was not valued at home. It's not an exaggeration to say that I can be bullied by anyone. Gaining the friendship of Lu Yi Klein is the luckiest thing in my first half of life. I regard Lu Yi as a close friend, as the salvation given to me by the God of Light. But sometimes I think that Lu Yi's feelings towards me are mostly out of sympathy."
Seeing that Callisto's expression remained unchanged, Lu Yi added fuel to the fire and continued, "Sometimes Lu Yi would mention his other friends to me, but I have never heard of Your Majesty among his friends."
As soon as these words were spoken, Callisto really moved.
He frowned slightly and looked sideways at Lant.
Obviously, Callisto did not make any move, but the pressure he inadvertently revealed just by frowning made Lu Yi feel suffocated.
Beads of sweat appeared on Lu Yi's forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "... He occasionally mentioned Your Majesty to me, praising You highly. Rather than a friend, Your Majesty is more like someone Lu Yi admires. Because of the respect he holds in his heart, he does not mention You as easily as he does other friends."
Callisto chuckled, straightening his back as he leaned against the chair. He withdrew his elbow from the armrest and restrained the little bit of magic power that had leaked out.
He said lightly, "I think I understand a little bit now."
Without waiting for Lu Yi to say anything, Callisto raised his hand, and a thick ancient book floated in front of Lu Yi along his fingertips.
"This is my notes from that year. Maybe they will be of some use to you."
"Wow... Thank you, Your Majesty! This ancient book is so precious!"
Lu Yi took the well-preserved ancient book with an ecstatic look on his face, but he was muttering in his heart.
Is this a form of solicitation?
Do you think he has the potential to become the Son of God, so you deliberately show your goodwill in advance in order to gain his following?
But this is not necessary...
After all, Callisto is the number one person in the Holy See, the Pope of Light who is at the pinnacle of absolute power. No matter who will bear the Son of God in the end, everyone must respectfully call him "Teacher".
Seeing that Lu Yi accepted the book, Callisto seemed to lose interest.
He gave a dignified, impeccable textbook smile and said gently, "It's getting late. I hope I didn't delay your dinner."
"How could that be? It is my honor to be received by Your Majesty..."
…
Callisto's audience was just a little-known episode and did not have any significant impact on Rand.
He still repeated his simple daily routine of listening carefully in the morning and practicing one-on-one with Gunn in the afternoon.
It is worth mentioning that under such high-intensity training, Rant’s proficiency in the element of light has soared significantly, and his level has directly broken through to the peak of an apprentice magician, and he is only a step away from becoming a first-level magician.
Wavelin was amazed at his rapid progress and couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the true God-favored One? This terrifying talent is simply outrageous!"
Lu Yi glanced at him and said slowly: "If you can listen more in the morning, combining theory with practice, your progress will definitely be better than it is now."
"You know, Rand, I'm really not good at that. I'd rather be beaten up on the ring for three days than to attend a morning of theoretical classes..."
Waverin wiped the rapier in his hand with a guilty smile.
The rapier was issued yesterday, and Waverin treasured it very much. Even though it was just a medium-level sword of the Church, he couldn't let it go, and whenever he had time, he would hold it in his arms and examine it carefully.
He saw Lu Yi holding the wand and changed the subject: "Lantlant, is the bishop free this afternoon? Do you want to train with us?"
Lu Yi nodded.
Although he did not participate in the afternoon training, Gunn, as a cardinal, did not always have free time to teach him. Occasionally, when he was absent or ended the teaching early, Lu Yi would mingle with the crowd and observe the training of other candidates.
The same is true today.
Seeing Wavelin looking at the wand in his hand, Lu Yi explained: "Yesterday the bishop briefly told me about the training for the next five days, and he sent someone to deliver the wand. Although I still can't use the crystal ball, I can still participate in free battles to some extent."
The magic training of the crystal ball lasted for five days. The second half of the practical training course was conducted in the form of individual use of the crystal ball and free combat.
Wavelin suddenly realized, "No wonder those Templars said they didn't have it when I wanted to get it for you yesterday. It turns out that you were assigned separately!"
"Yes." Lu Yi waved the slender magic wand in his hand, "I don't want to miss the free battle."
"That's great! I'm looking forward to the free fight! I hope a Templar Knight can come and give me some pointers..."
“Maybe it’s true…”
During the conversation, the two men took the weapons uniformly distributed by the Holy See and walked towards the new temple site.
The new venue seemed to be in the area where the Knights Templar were active. Nuns and temple servants were no longer everywhere in the field of vision, but knights in different armors instead.
"This is a Temple Knight. Their swords are all enchanted on one side and extremely sharp on the other side...
"This team of knights are ordinary low-level knights, the most common knights among the Knights Templar. Although their rank is not obvious, it also means that they do not have any fixed tendency to be in charge of power. They can develop in any department of the Holy See in the future...
"Oh my god, the one who just passed by is a high-ranking paladin! Lant! Did you see the pattern on his armor? It's so cool! That knight's sword--"
Along the way, Wavelin instantly recognized the rank of every passing knight in the Vatican, and shared them with Lu Yi like a treasure.
His eyes were shining as he looked at the knights, and he could hardly contain his excitement when he spoke.
When Lu Yi glanced at Wavelin, he noticed that his hand was on the sword at his waist, and his thumb was stroking the scabbard with great restraint.
"Waverlin, you have been in the Holy Son preliminaries for a while. Do you still want to be a knight?"
Lu Yi did not ask this question out of thin air.
The days in the temple are closer to the life of the Vatican.
In this magnificent and magnificent temple, cardinals, bishops, priests, holy nuns, Knights Templar, and servants of the temple all perform their duties. The hierarchy is clear and the class is solidified. The dogmas of all aspects of the rules and regulations together constitute the community of the Holy See.
In horizontal comparison, the treatment of Templar Knights of the same level in the Vatican was far worse than that of bishops.
Although it is always said that all beings are equal in the face of faith, the reality is that even the promotion paths within the Vatican are strongly divided into high and low levels.
Even if these candidates for the Son of God fail to become the Son of God, they will most likely end up becoming priests and taking the path to be promoted to bishops.
"Of course!" Wavering answered without hesitation, "My lifelong wish, ideal, and dream is to become a Knight Templar."
"Whether it is the past, present, or future, it has never changed and remains the same."
Lu Yi looked deeply at Wavelin and said, "I believe Wavelin will realize his wish."
Waverin grinned and saw his own reflection in his light amber eyes.
"Actually, if I must say, the Saint Candidates did change my mind..."
"What?" Lu Yi blinked and asked in confusion.
"I said, my thoughts have definitely changed a little," Weverling repeated.
"I still want to become a Knight Templar, but now, I want to become the future commander of the Pope's personal guard."
He wants to be——
The most loyal knight under Lant.
…
The candidates gathered at the training square of the Knights Templar. This time, in addition to the two bishops standing in front of the square, there was also a Templar Knight in black armor standing beside them.
"The Knight of Judgement..." Wavelin muttered, "It's the Knight of Judgement!"
Waverin's eyes widened as he continued to stare at the Judge Knight in disbelief.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, the black knight who was talking to the two bishops actually turned his head to look in their direction and nodded slightly to them.
Wavelin's inner excitement was beyond words, and he patted Lu Yi's arm excitedly with his hand.
But Lu Yi's attention was attracted by other things.
After confirming that the candidates were all holding wands, he turned his head and looked at Waverin: "At first I thought that the wand and sword were chosen by themselves, but now it seems that this is not the case?"
Hearing Lu Yi's voice, the originally excited Wavelin froze instantly.
Although Rand didn't say anything to accuse him, Weverlin inexplicably felt as if he had done something wrong or stupid.
He raised an awkward and flattering smile and explained carelessly: "Haha, why didn't I choose it myself? Look how beautiful this sword is! It is much more valuable than the magic wand..."
He was playing dumb, so Lu Yi couldn't point his finger at him and analyze the pros and cons for him.
After all, it was Wavelin's own idea, and Lu Yi believed that he had anticipated what consequences it would bring.
Lu Yi could only helplessly say: "Those who think you are honest and harmless should take a closer look... Honest and harmless? You obviously have big ideas! Your rebelliousness is hidden inside."
Seeing that he was not angry, Wavelin breathed a sigh of relief and scratched his head, saying, "Perhaps this will be my chance? This is the headquarters of the Holy See and the Knights Templar. Even if there is only a slight possibility, I want to give it a try..."
Before Wavelin finished speaking, the three people above him all looked at them.
Immediately, a low-ranking knight stopped in front of them and whispered, "Sir Wavelin, please come forward to discuss matters..."
Before Wavelin could close his mouth, he froze in his place. He stammered, "Me? Are you calling me? Are you sure you're not calling Rand?"
Lu Yi looked down on his appearance of not wanting money, pushed his shoulder and said: "Opportunity, go quickly."
The low-ranking knight hadn't finished speaking yet. He turned to look at Lu Yi and said, "Sir Lanter, the bishop has also given instructions. Please come forward together."
"Is there anything else I can do?" Lu Yi raised his eyebrows, "Then let's go."
The Templar Knights led the way, and this treatment was so obvious that just a few steps attracted the attention of countless candidates.
"Look over there, there are Templars leading people over there—"
"Hey? Is that Lanter? What's wrong with him? No, he already has such an outstanding talent for light, why would he want to attack me?"
"I don't know, but I think the target may not be him? Did you notice that the man next to him didn't have a wand, but had a long sword on his waist..."
"Yes, that's strange. Why does he have a sword? He is also wearing a candidate's clothes, so he should be a candidate too? Why doesn't he use a wand?"
"Who knows? No matter what his reason is, it's stupid to change his wand to a sword. He probably wants to give up the next training, or even the exam on the review day."
Long sword?
Xia frowned slightly, bit her lips and looked unhappy.
Why can Waverin use a long sword? Is Warren coming for him?
The candidates had just arrived and didn't recognize anyone, but Xia had seen the knight in black armor.
The Knights of Justice belong to the Inquisition, which is one of the few institutions of the Holy See that is openly stained with blood.
If most of the Knights Templar are synonymous with light, then the Knights of the Inquisition are the shadow under the light.
Where there is no light, there is always someone stained with blood.
The Knight of Inquisition standing next to the bishop was none other than Warren, a rising star in the Inquisition in recent years. He was very prestigious among the knights.
Most importantly, Sia remembered how he had ruthlessly rejected his advances.
"Yo, your expression is distorted."
Xia suddenly came to his senses and looked at Gary behind him in surprise.
"What? Are you related to him?" Gary narrowed his eyes and stared at the black knight.
The author has something to say:
I won't eat melons anymore. Eating melons affects my writing too much (lie down peacefully)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
