After a moment.

As the pastor William began to chant devoutly again, the milky white light shone on his body, making Daren so comfortable that he couldn't help but stretch.

[Warm, numb, I really want to have a sleep...]

The pain in the arm had disappeared at some point - it was not a serious injury.

The stone statue of the goddess of light always lowers her head slightly, and her gentle smile seems to be looking at a group of children who have not grown up.

"Dalen." A low call suddenly interrupted the brunette boy's time of wandering. Dalen turned around and found that he was the leader of the Knights of the Dor Village Self-Defense Order, Antonio.

He was a middle-aged man who looked quite capable, with calluses on his hands.

"Uncle Antonio." Deren quickly stood up and scratched his hair.

"I have something to ask you... Come with me." Antonio pulled Deren to the edge of the square, then turned around and stood still, looking at him and said seriously: "It's good news."

“What good news?”

"Your performance in the battle that just defended the monster attack is obvious to everyone," the man's rough palm rubbed the boy's brown hair, revealing a smile, "We decided to let you become a regular in advance. From today on, you will be a real member of the Knights of Door Village Self-Defense in Door Village."

"I'm a regular?" Daren pointed at himself in surprise.

"You dare to fight the mutant demon species that even Adventurers cannot deal with, and you dare to fight, and to save a companion." Antonio stared at him with approval, "I saw the shadow of your father in you... No matter how Lord Orwell looks at you, we all think you are a truly brave warrior."

Antonio's recognition represents the recognition of the Self-Defense Corps.

Daren's heart thumped.

Being a formal member of the Knights of Self-Defense is not just a name, or having to stand up first during battle... The Self-Defense regiment is paid, and formal members can receive 80 copper cloth plagiarisms every month, which is already a very high income in the small village of Dore! This means that Delen can at least be willing to buy a few new pairs of pants to wear, and the food at home can also be improved a lot.

Moreover, Daren's shield was actually seriously damaged in the battle. On the surface, the tree fairy queen caught several deep ravines, which were basically scrapped. Replacing a brand new wooden shield costs at least 100 copper cloths. In the past, Daren, as a member of the preparatory regiment, only earned 10 copper cloths per month. Changing a new white wooden shield means spending Daren's savings for a whole year.

In comparison, you only need to save money for two months to buy it, which is a huge leap.

But the surprise is still coming.

"Dalen, I have something for you." Antonio said as he suddenly took out his gift from behind the stone, which was a metal tower shield that looked quite heavy!

The brunette boy who saw it almost jumped up.

"A full metal shield?" Daren was trembling with excitement, but the next moment his expression suddenly froze, and then he took a step back in a dismay: "No, Uncle Antonio, I can't accept such an expensive gift as expensive as you."

A shield made of white solid wood costs 100 copper cloth.

The all-metal shield is at least seven or eight times more on this basis.

"Haha." Antonio smiled, "I said I gave it to you, it's not a joke. You have every reason to accept this gift with peace of mind."

"I actually did not contribute in the battle." The brunette boy still shook his head.

"Who said it was because of you? I gave you a shield because of your father, because of that guy Herbert." Antonio's expression suddenly dimmed, "It seems that Old Bull probably hasn't mentioned it to you. He... saved my life... more than once."

Daren was stunned.

"My dad..."

"Yes, it's him, Herbert Boole." Antonio seemed to be trapped in memories. "Speaking of all, he is the most respected adventurer. Whether it is Lord Orwell or Lord Eddie, although they are both intermediate adventurers, they can only make everyone respectful on the surface, but they cannot make everyone feel grateful from the bottom of their hearts as they are to Old Boole!"

"You mean my dad is also an intermediate warrior of light?"

"you do not know?"

"I was too young at that time..."

"Well, he used to be...at least when he was taking risks, but later he returned to the village after being injured. At that time, he was far from his peak." Antonio nodded and looked at the brunette boy, "Child, remember that no matter how others judge him in the future, he is the greatest warrior in our hearts."

Daren looked up at the other person blankly. When the middle-aged man said these words, the expression in his eyes was not false, but was flashing with strong and rich emotions. That emotion might be called gratitude and nostalgia.

"Anyway, you must accept this shield, or I will throw it to your house tonight." Antonio rubbed his eyes.

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The sun shines on the dark green fine needles, and the wind makes the pine forests waving green waves.

On a small hill with a gentle angle, a building rose up almost vertically, and finally turned into thin tips on the top, shaped like pine needles scattered on the ground.

It was obviously midsummer, but snowflakes sometimes fell around the building, hail sometimes fell, and flames sometimes mischievously drilled out of the ground, and then disappeared in an instant. In such a strange climate, it is no wonder that the prosperous sea of ​​pine forests and trees disappeared easily near the building, leaving only a bare and empty land.

This is exactly one of the most mysterious places for human beings on the continent: the Magic Tower.

If someone dares to approach, you may hear the vague sound of inducing intent from the height of the tower:

"Still, deep breath, listen...Magic, from the secrets of nature..."

"Elements are naughty elves, don't scare them, open your heart, you will become your best friends..."

"Look at it, Erin is doing a good job..."

At this moment, one foot stepped into the empty ground around the magic tower. In an instant, the vague ups and downs of laughter and guidance disappeared in an instant. What followed was the snowflakes falling from the sky. The biting chill almost instantly condensed a layer of ice flowers on the eyebrows of the uninvited intruder!

"Dear Master Flinda, it was His Highness Glen who asked me to come! I am his follower!" The visitor quickly waved the sheepskin scroll in his hand and screamed in panic.

The snowflakes suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Then the sheepskin scroll suddenly floated up, as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand, and it gradually floated into a blue crystal glass window on the top of the towering magic tower.

A long silence.
Chapter completed!