Alfonso walked to the top of the mountain alone, and only the undissipated smoke and the silent silence greeted him.

When he walked to a place where the enemy's defense line was only 300 meters away, messy footsteps and words came from the enemy camp.

An old man with white beard and hair, wearing a set of spotless armor, with the help of the soldiers, struggling to get out of the trenches.

Several church knights climbed out of the trenches, trying to keep up with the old man and **** him down the mountain.

The old man turned around and reprimanded a few words, and the church knights knelt on one knee, no longer daring to move half a point.

Seeing the old man on the mountain walking towards him, Alfonso took a deep breath and unconsciously shook his hands together.

When the old man walked up to the front, Alfonso took off his helmet and respectfully bowed a knightly to the old man.

Finding a clean ground, the old man sat down with difficulty, and while he was hammering his back, he looked at the twisted and stretched parasite limbs in Alfonso's armor, and said in a somewhat playful tone: "Look. Look at yourself, you are no different from the demons in the mural."

After a pause, the old man complained and said: "Speaking of this, I used the firearms of the southern pagans, and it seems that there is no reason to blame you."

Alfonso straightened his spine: "As a knight, it doesn't matter what kind of weapon or armor you wear. What matters is whether your actions are upholding justice and whether you are abiding by the knight's oath."

The old man was taken aback, then smiled and said: "This sounds interesting."

Alfonso took out the letter from his arms: "Master Bromo Hershmond, this is my sir Cumberland, the letter that I want to forward to you."

Bromo didn't rush to get the letter, and asked, "Why are you here today? Why didn't I see that stubborn donkey?"

Alfonso replied: "Master Cumberland has stayed in the headquarters since the battle began yesterday, reading and analyzing the combat reports handed in by the various units."

"After comparing and investigating, we found that most of the military strongholds in the Papal States are infantry, but the main cavalry of the three church knights is nowhere to be seen."

"Master Cumberland speculated that you must have reserved your hand when you made the battle plan. These fortifications built in the forest are just a cover for confusion, and the real main force must be your cavalry regiment. After all. ..."

Bromo took Alfonso's words and said softly: "Offense is the best defense. Always remember to hold the initiative in your own hands."

The old man closed his eyes and laughed at himself: "Yes, it's rare that you still remember what I taught."

Alfonso handed the letter to Bromo again, and said in a strong tone: "My lord, please read this letter."

Bromo took the letter, opened it and read it roughly, then put it aside, and asked amusedly: "Persuade you to surrender? Is that stubborn donkey serious?"

Alfonso nodded and said, "Master Cumberland very much hopes that you can come to West Side, at least as a visitor, to see what the real kingdom of heaven looks like."

"You are not a good lobbyist." Bromo rubbed his stiff knees: "During the time in the academy, my comment to you is that it is just overly correct and I don't know how to work it out..."

Alfonso said decisively: "My lord, what I said is true. If you don't believe it, as long as you touch the pilgrimage stone in Twilight, the facts will prove everything..."

Bromo stretched out his hand to interrupt Alfonso's words: "No need to say more."

"You think I'm lying?"

"You can't learn to lie, just like that stubborn donkey, you can never learn to be humble..."

"Then why don't you want to go to Muxi..."

Bromo smiled suddenly.

The old man pointed to the black dragon badge on Alfonso's chest and asked, "That dragon god... Todd Fischer, do you believe him?"

Alfonso nodded: "I followed that person all the way. No one knows his truth better than I."

Bromo said with satisfaction: "That's fine. As a knight, the most painful thing is to question the path he chose."

"As I said in class in the past, the honor of a knight is not a simple motto, it must be placed in pure pursuit and ideals."

"For example, seeking a sage who can calm the chaos, or serving a benevolent god." Bromo said with a smile: "The knight is not the dictator's thug, nor the careerist's accomplice."

"At the beginning, among the many students, you and that stubborn donkey were both objects of my disapproval. You were too rigidly bound by dogma, and Cumberland too despised worldly justice. I was worried that you would stick to the principles of knighthood. , I don’t understand the true meaning; I am also worried that Cumberland is addicted to fighting and conspiracy, completely forgetting that original intention."

Bromo touched his gray and curled beard and slowly said, "Fortunately, you have found the goal you have pursued in your life."

Alfonso stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Do you still believe in the church now?"

"Believe those idiots who are hiding in the church and clamoring about agency theocracy every day?" Bromo shook his head: "I am indeed old, but I am not demented yet."

"Then why do you agree to the church's request to lead soldiers? Why do you want to help them to kill the Protestant believers? Why don't you go back to West Side with me to see the real kingdom of heaven?"

Bromo sighed slightly: "Because there is a **** in my heart. You can call him Heavenly Father, or God. In my opinion, he is the driving force for my life, and I wash him. Relying on the Soul~lightnovelpub.net~ Alfonso’s face showed an incomprehensible puzzled expression: "My lord, I don’t understand. As long as you go to Muxicheng to see the kingdom of heaven, you will naturally understand the other gods. It's illusion..."

"The longer you live, the more you are afraid of change. When one of your feet has stepped into the coffin, someone tells you that what you have believed in your whole life may be a scam. All you can do is deny and Self-hypnosis."

Bromo slowed down his speech: "It's like a craftsman who will soon finish carving a statue of a **** after all his life's hard work. Someone suddenly told him that God is not exactly that way. But in the heart of the craftsman, God His appearance is not important anymore."

Bromo picked up Cumberland’s letter, put it in his arms, and said to Alfonso, who was still immersed in his thoughts, “Go back and tell that stubborn donkey. Never forget the last lesson of the Knights Academy. Those words. The knight’s honor has never been a victory on the battlefield, nor is it the false positive and praise of the superiors, but whether everything you have done can bring your soul to the final peace."

Bro Moqiang propped up his body, stood tremblingly from the ground, and walked towards the top of the mountain without looking back.