Knight of the Light

Under the murky sky, black is the basic background of the Black Forest.

Here the ground is black, the roads are black, and the trees are black. No bustling green grass, no insects, no laughter. After half a century of evolution, people's moods are dark.

But human nature yearns for light. When Zhou Qingfeng could give hope, people from all directions naturally gathered under his clan. People who are not pregnant with Huai are often willing to drive him once they are recognized.

Adrian, who received the Laure badge, stayed up all night and couldn't sleep. He couldn't remember when he was last recognized. Probably as a child, occasionally praised by parents.

The days in the North are too bitter, and bitterness cannot bear much family. Rich people can give their children more bowls to eat, and the poor can only drive them out to stray.

The wanderer is humble like mud, and the dead is like mud. They often fall out of their homes for fifty miles and they can't get up again. Because of being too humble, most people have no concept of dreams at all.

As long as you close your eyes, Adrian can think of what Zhou Qingfeng was wearing when he wore a badge. "Mr. Adrian, hahaha, I was called 'Mr.'. People usually shout 'Hey at me, That clown '. "

The pancake turned overnight, and Adrian got up early the next morning. He was on vacation one day, but the joy and impulse in his heart drove him. He is going to the new government affairs center in the village to accept the new position and formally become the captain of a patrol.

On the way there was a small team of more than ten people leaving the village.

The team was led by Zhou Qingfeng himself. The team was small in number, but gathered a lot of good players in the village. Including 'Soul Detector' Mondino and 'Pest Pastor' Justin. There were also several guards selected.

And the abyssal demon horse carrying a large bag as a logistical labor force, which has great power without eating and drinking, is the best coolie. In the dense jungle, it is completely irreplaceable.

"Good morning, Your Excellency Hugo." Adrian stood on the side of the road, saluting Zhou Qingfeng.

"Good morning, Mr. Adrian." Zhou Qingfeng draped his body and reinstalled. He reciprocated slightly, but didn't say much.

Adrian watched the team leave, and suddenly took a few steps to chase Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "Her Hugo, are you going to the forest?"

"Yeah." Zhou Qingfeng nodded.

"You seem to lack a scout." Adrian straightened his chest. "Allow me to recommend myself. I have completed 25 forest patrols in the past month without any errors. I can join yours Team? "

Zhou Qingfeng shuddered, he did lack a scout. Originally, it was best for Kelly to join, but someone in the village needed a town, and Inessa, who was in charge of administration, really couldn't. So this time, he planned to do it himself.

"We are going to explore the ruins of the elves. It is dangerous to go deep into the forest," Zhou Qingfeng warned.

Adrian grinned: "Since it's dangerous, the pay must not be low. I happen to be short of money, and I really want to work for you."

Ah ha ha ha, Zhou Qingfeng smiled and nodded, "Great, I really need a scout. You join."

Adrian was overjoyed and naturally stepped into the team. Xi Li followed Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "Mr. Adrian, don't you need to do some preparation?"

"No need, I have all my equipment with me." Adrian shook his head and said familiarly: "Just call me 'Clown'. Call me 'Sir', uncomfortable."

Hilly has always been weak and weak, whispering with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Clown, you are welcome to join."

The meaning of 'clown' is different in different contexts. Adrian felt that he was part of the team, and he cheerfully introduced himself to his teammates, even the spooky Necromancer.

At the end of the introduction, Adrian stood with a gray armored adventurer. He was short and stretched his head to the other side and said, "Hey, I'm the clown Adrian. I'm glad to meet you."

The gray armor adventurer had a blue and swollen face and shook hands with Adrian very despondently. He only responded ‘I ’m Powell’ and did n’t talk. In fact, he kept defaming in his heart, "I want to escape but I can't escape, but some people also voluntarily ran to death."

Adrian didn't care about Powell's indifference, and continued to smile and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

"It was beaten." Powell's heart was angrily. This is really ‘Which pot is not open to mention which pot’. When it comes to the injury on his face, he is going crazy.

"Who hit?" Adrian asked in surprise.

Powell grinds his teeth and says: "Victor Hugo hit."

"Ah, have you been punished?"

"No, I am sparring."

Speaking of which, Powell is going to growl a few words "I am the saint of the righteous **** Tyre, I am the nemesis of evil forces, I am the adventurer who saves suffering, but now I am actually a sparring sparring.

The great demon Victor Hugo used me as a sharpener, you do n’t know how terrible he is. He pulled me out at dawn, forcing me to fight from morning to night. I wish I could cut him into pieces with a few knives.

At first I felt that I could still achieve this goal by fighting my life. But I was wrong, this goal could not be achieved at all.

Training every day, fighting every day, I roll in the mud like a pariah, crawling on the ground. I try to do everything possible to maintain dignity. But less than half a month later, the demon grew so fast that he could chop me into pieces. "

Anyone who encounters this kind of thing must be extremely frustrated, and Powell's work of sparring becomes more and more frightened. Every time he trains with Zhou Qingfeng, he has to mention the spirit of twelve points.

Zhou Qingfeng will not keep his hands on Powell's sparring training, and Powell will not be able to keep his hands on Zhou Qingfeng. The killings on both sides were extremely fierce, and if you didn't pay attention, you would really die.

Powell felt that his ‘camouflage talisman’ had no effect at all, and his identity was afraid to be seen through by the terrible demons long ago. He showed his fierceness on the training ground, but did not dare to verify whether he had been exposed, let alone the confidence of his face.

Adrian seemed to understand Powell's suffering. He only patted the former on the shoulder, comforting him: "Don't be sad, the work of sparring is really hard, but the income should be good. As long as you are not tired and you work hard, you will definitely become a model worker."

Adrian had his chest raised, proudly displaying the Lamor badge he was wearing.

Powell paused for a moment, his expression distorted. He continued to growl in his heart: "Model workers? You are mocking me. I am your enemy, and I am specifically to fight against you villains and hooligans. I am a paladin of justice.

I am just dormant now.

Dormant, you know?

This is all to kill you better one day. "

It was only to Adrian that Powell's ugly face was completely jealous, jealous of the honor he received. He was even more happy, and continued to pat on the shoulder of ‘new friend’, comforting him: “Do n’t worry, you will succeed.

Powell was really angry about vomiting blood. All the people in the village were abnormal.