Although my friends and I spent almost a whole night, this did not affect our spirit in the future. With the rush of the Bi & Qu & Ge Bigif, we arrived at the Archbishop's Church in the afternoon. Facing this quaint and very solemn building complex and the sacred atmosphere revealed inside, they deeply attracted the wizards and rangers. Perhaps they wanted to enter and see the scene inside. As paladins, we obviously have the right to visit them. In addition, we have not visited the Archbishop for a while, so we decided to spend the night here tonight.

When we led the horse to the stable, what surprised us was that my mentor Uther's mount was also parked here. His appearance made my friends very excited. Perhaps they had long missed their mentors. They hurriedly put down their horses and ran into the church. The same puzzled mages and elves also thought it was necessary to see what happened, so they also followed the steps of Manic and others, and I was the only one who was stroking the old war horse that the messenger of light sighed...

But compared to Manac, the piety of Mailwen and Sasarien, Ronin and Wenleza seemed curious. I also looked forward to meeting him, but now I have more scruples. Because I have to bear some sins than them. I believe that any of them will make him thunderous by gambling in Dunhold and rumors of letting friends go to fight and take away the maid. Although I will not be subject to substantial punishment because of my identity, it is just that I cannot meet him carefree now.

With these worries, I gradually got up until they all went in for a while...

"You are finally back." Uther couldn't help but hug my friends, and he was also treated like a paladin for the appearance of Ronin and Veresa. "And you two young heroes. I think you are going to stay in Lordaeron."

Ronin and Wen Leisa nodded, but their eyes warned the Paladin that it was because of my existence. Maybe they thought so, but Uther didn't think about it there. He looked at me and his face immediately became serious.

"Arsace...Your father and I heard about you in Dunhold."

Everyone put away their smiles because everyone could notice that his tone had changed towards me. Perhaps my friends also realized that something was wrong, and the mages and rangers who didn't know how to pass were also confused. Perhaps they could also guess the reason...

"I know I'm wrong." Before he could accuse me, I lowered my head first.

I thought I could be forgiven if I surrendered to my mentor first, but things were not as I thought. It seemed that what I did had touched the nerves of the messenger of the light, or that he was in a very bad mood now.

"Oh? Our prince learned to admit his mistake on his own initiative...don't you find some excuses?"

Finally, at this time I saw friendship. Perhaps Manic and others also understood the reason. And knew that I had to face blame or punishment, so they knelt on the ground and pleaded with me.

"It's not like this, the situation was special at that time." Manic smiled completely, but an attitude of grievance for me. I really couldn't imagine that he would look like this. "In order to win taxes, he could only make such a bad decision... His Highness is not good at politics and does not want to make his first effort to return..."

"Is that true..." Obviously, it is impossible to deceive the master in this way, but even if he believes it, there will be a reason to accuse me. "But for money, do you let your friends take the risk of fighting with the orc gladiator? Alsace!"

Maybe I should tell him the truth, but Sassarian also has his own way of defending me, such as finding a reason that looks strange but is quite sufficient to explain.

"Your Highness is for our reputation, he wants us to have the title of a real warrior." I have to tell the power and lie again and don't blush. When he heard that he was going to fight with Thar, he was already scared... But after thinking about it carefully

Maybe this time he really understood me. "Your Highness knows that orc is at the end of his strength, so..."

"So I want you to earn a hypocritical name..." Uther was still very angry after hearing the explanation, but this time it was not directed at me. "Manac, if you know, you shouldn't have such a name."

I heard the blameless reproach

Mana, I couldn't help but be angry at Uther's stubbornness. I now recalled why Lothar did not allow him to become an adjutant, and Tulayang would not take him to the outer realm. And I couldn't help but laugh at his name, the envoy of light who originally belonged to Tulayang.

But I can't argue with him... or I should pretend to admit all the mistakes, so I reverently bowed my knees to my mentor as a student. But at this moment, Ranger and Ronin took the same posture as Manic and others and knelt down and pleaded with Uther. Maybe they didn't know what mistakes I made, but when all the friends present were like this, they didn't have to continue standing.

And at this moment, a stronger and more solemn voice interrupted the teacher's continued.

"It's time to stop, Uther." Before I could see his voice, I knew it was the kind Archbishop Alonso or the only person who could convince the messenger of light besides the father. "Don't take your anger on the children."

"But..." Mentor Uther wanted to argue, but sighed and then bent his knees. "Yes..."

Maybe his appearance brought us back to nature, but I still faced shame. So I murmured to the Archbishop. "No, I was wrong."

"Child, you can want to win more taxes for the country. And want your friends to receive honor, what else can I blame you." The Archbishop first helped Manic and gave this intern Paladin to bless the disciple. After seeing Manic's excited expression, he walked to the mage and the ranger, and looked at them and said to me. "You have such a friend proved your loyalty and charm. You have surpassed your father..."

When the Archbishop said this, I seemed to suddenly realize something. If this incident reminds me of my father, it means he had a similar experience. If I changed to my father, then Ronin would definitely be the mage consultant, that is, Antonio. As for the Ranger, maybe he would be my mother?

That's right, the Archbishop must have witnessed the love history of the previous generation, and I just knew the result later...

However, the Archbishop did not just look at her, but paused at the Ranger and was attracted by the gems on her chest. It seemed that he could sense her true identity and gave her the most sincere blessing. This time the soft holy light shone through the whole room, even as bright as the sun, but it was not dazzling to us. However, what surprised us was still behind, such as the Archbishop's confession.

"I'm really sorry for the experiences of Aurelia and Tulayang..." The Archbishop lowered his head, his actions stunned everyone.

But perhaps I can also understand the shame of a living person towards the dead. Yes, elves always face some traditional constraints when they walk with humans. Although there is no doctrine about this, and the belief in holy light above tradition will definitely not like such alternatives. This is an invisible obstacle for Tulayan and Aurelia. It is an indisputable fact that no elves are willing to become paladins for many years, and it is an indisputable fact that they have been here, but now they have changed because of the deceased.

If my belief is still a bit far-fetched, then for many years Tulayan only sent letters to Quel'thalas. But now they have sacrificed, and the concept of the elves has been broken in the archbishop's concept. Perhaps this has also opened up obstacles for Sylvanas and me, and I can't help but think like this.

Maybe, maybe I thought about it again, but today's affairs are over, at least I will not be punished by Uther. However, as for today's affairs, it is still necessary to reconcile with my mentor, because this incident has brought our relationship to the lowest point today, and I have no strong self-esteem that is so shameful to express.

But I still have to find an opportunity to be alone with him.

…

The three of them took off their battle robes and still did the same heavy work as before, such as washing the stables and chopping wood, but they were not displeased. The mage and the ranger wanted to join them, but I felt that there was a better task to hand over to them, such as taking care of infants and children. I knew that in Quel'thalas she would not see groups of orphans living together. Perhaps their enthusiasm and attention would infect the original motherhood of the elf. For example, she would like to

I want to own one of my own.

Perhaps Luo Ning understood my intentions and acted more positively than other guardians... Although he was still frivolous, his magic performance still allowed children to enjoy their appetites.

I should have joined in, but I focused on my mentor Uther, and I could see the helplessness and sadness in him. I knew it was definitely not because of today's story, because the last time he showed this, he knew that the expeditionary army was destroyed, that is, when Tulayang died. This means that he must have known another news similar to misfortune.

I walked into Uther, and when I got very close, it attracted the attention of the messenger of light. His performance made me more sure that my mentor had something to do. Was it rejected by a middle-aged woman? I couldn't help but think badly, and this kind of thinking also affected my expression, such as showing an unstoppable smile.

"I've done something a little too much today." Uther forced a smile when he saw my smile. "I'm sorry, child."

"I've already said that I'm too modest, but I don't want to admit my mistake twice in one thing." I withdrew my smile and turned to Uther a little serious, "There's a reason, can you tell me why you are hurt?"

"Oh..." Uther couldn't help but sigh. Perhaps there was something about the Paladin, he didn't want to hide it from me. "The news from Stantosom came that Tyrioford had made friends with a bloodthirsty orc."

"Bloodthirsty Orc?" I couldn't help but wonder. It seemed that I had thought of something in my heart. "So he will be punished?"

"Yes..." Uther closed his eyes and replied to me. I remembered why, and what's even more sad is that he was going to execute his best friend himself...

But my feelings are not only that.

Although I don’t remember that orc, I can vaguely recognize a fact that he will never be linked to the word “bloodthirsty”, otherwise he would not be unable to make friends with the Paladin.

A great paladin lost his glory because it seemed nothing to me...that means another fact, that is, people's disgust for orcs has reached its peak. Perhaps I now understand why Manic strongly opposed me in front of Gianna three years ago, and drew my sword at Dunhold... He completely wanted to take care of my honor. If my behavior was revealed by outsiders, he would just wipe out all my past achievements like Tyrioffin.

"What would you do?" I asked timidly. Although I understand that I am an unnecessary move, I still want to hear how my mentor, as a friend of the 'criminal', would choose.

"Of course, do what I should do." Uther resummoned a ray of holy light and gave him courage again. "He lost his qualification as a Paladin."

When I heard his answer, I couldn't help but feel a cold sweat in my heart. Although I could still feel the power it brought in his holy light, I felt another feeling inside myself, a kind of restraint on emotions that is also a kind of indifference.
Chapter completed!