While walking, Alexia suddenly stopped in front of a display cabinet, turned to Ren and asked.
Ren was thinking wildly at the time, and was almost shocked when Alexia asked him this question.
Alexia narrowed her eyes: "I always feel like you are thinking something bad in your little head?"
Ren suddenly woke up and shook his head quickly: "No, no, I'm definitely not thinking about how good-looking you are!"
"Oh, it's useless for you to flatter me. Tell me, what do you think of this thing?"
Ren followed Alexia's gaze and found that in the display cabinet was a silver-white armor with gold rims. Although it was neatly taken care of, he still couldn't hide the traces on it. It was so powerful and exhausting.
Showing the vicissitudes of history.
Especially in the helmet, a crack created by a sharp instrument extends from the right eye to the chin, and only the darkness in the helmet can be seen through the crack.
I wonder if the original owner of this armor survived the attack. This was Ren's first thought when he saw it, because the crack was really impressive.
Glancing at the introduction board next to him, the small words were a bit unclear. Renn could only see the largest words: Ellenville Paladin Armor.
"Paladin? Is there a profession like Paladin here?"
Ren asked subconsciously, and then he remembered that the person standing next to him would not explain himself well.
Unexpectedly, Alexia went out of her way and told him the story of this armor in detail.
"Ellenville Paladin Armor, it also has another name: Kalsham Fanatic Armor. Kalsham is a paladin organization that has existed for more than three thousand years. Their headquarters is located in what is now the Republic of Daron. This is a team of
A special organization, they fight for faith and glory. All Kalsham Paladins need to receive education in strength and faith at the base camp. When the senior officials think that he can shoulder the responsibilities of a Paladin, the Archbishop will grant him an honor.
The title allows him to leave the base camp, travel, and exercise justice."
Ren listened carefully, and then asked: "Is the Holy Knights gone now? I don't think I have ever heard of such an organization."
Alexia kept her calm tone, as if she didn't hear Ren's question, and seemed to be answering him.
"Ellenville was the last paladin to be given the title and the last Archbishop of the Order. 200 years ago, Ellenville accepted the proposal of the World Conference. They believed that there was no reason for Kalsham to exist anymore.
.The order of the world should be maintained by law, the army, and various countries, not free groups like Kalsham. Also disbanded that year was the Adventurer's Guild, which had existed for more than 4,000 years, for the same reason.
, people think that these groups that are not regulated and can use extraordinary powers at will are hindering social stability."
"Boy, what do you think about this problem?" Alexia suddenly asked.
"Me?" Ren thought carefully. He felt that this was not the same as the relationship between the imperial court and various sects in the martial arts novels he had read before.
Besides, 200 years ago, this world was already considered a modern society. Which country would want to have a lot of unregulated adventurers or paladins in its country who advocate "fighting violence with violence"?
So he replied: "I think this is quite right. For example, in Brica City, if the security team can maintain the law and order in the city, then having more adventurers and so on will cause more trouble for them.
"
"Well, Allen Weir had the same idea as you at that time, so he voluntarily disbanded the Knights of Carlsham. And donated his armor to the Bricka History Museum. He said that if this world can be maintained
If we are stable, then there is no need for people like them. This armor full of scars will stay here to let people know how hard life was in the past and how hard-won life is today."
"A very great man." Ren commented, and silently wrote down the name Allenville. "By the way, why did you stop here to introduce this armor, and why do you know its story very clearly?
Is there anything special about it?”
Ren looked closely at the broken armor several times against the glass, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
After all, there are too many interesting things in this museum.
Unexpectedly, Alexia suddenly returned to her previous listless state, as if she didn't hear Ren's question. She yawned, turned around and left, waving at the same time: "Let's go."
Renn: "......"
A few minutes later, the two finally arrived at the guard room.
It's just that the messy situation inside made it difficult for Ren to move his legs.
It's not that it's dirty, it's mainly that it's too messy, just like Alexia. It feels like throwing this girl into this room is like wearing camouflage uniforms, and you can't tell the difference at all.
Not only were various documents scattered around, there were also a lot of messy things piled up. On the desk was a totem pole of an unknown tribe that was 20 to 30 centimeters thick, and a bunch of metal helmets were stuffed under the table.
In the corner of the wall away from the door, there is a stone tablet more than two meters high leaning against it. The gaps under the stone tablet reveal the hilts of several swords.
Renn couldn't help but complain: "Is this a guard room or a warehouse? Also, this place is so similar in style to yours. In fact, you are not the commentator, you are the guard... sister, right?"
"Don't worry about such trivial things." Perhaps because she returned to her "home", Alexia was a little less lazy. She said to Ren: "We have to wait here for two hours, do you want to
What do you want to drink?”
"Is there happy water?"
"No, I only have black tea."
Renn: There is only black tea, so why are you asking me what to drink? Wait, there seems to be something wrong...
Alexia was rummaging around on the table for a long time, and even the totem pole was thrown aside by her. The "boom" made Ren know the weight of the pole and the person in front of him.
How scary...
"What are you looking for? Do you want help?" Ren asked in a low voice. He tried to be polite, hoping to make the other party forget what happened before.
"No, I found it." After pulling a pile of documents to the floor, Alexia seemed to have finally found what she was looking for.
When she turned around, Ren saw that the other party was holding a squashed disposable paper cup in his hand.
Alexia smoothed the paper cup with one hand, and cast a spell with the other hand to swirl a ball of water into the paper cup.
She walked up to Ren, shook the paper cup twice, and said, "Come on, drink. You are lucky. There is still a little bit of residue from my drink last year at the bottom of the cup. If you mix it with some water, you can still drink it."
Ren glanced into the cup. That cup of black tea... let's call it black tea, was slightly red. Of course, it was more likely that Ren was dazzled because it was really light.
Moreover, the leftovers from last year's drink... were still stored in that place for so long...
Ren twitched the corner of his mouth twice, "This...can I not drink it..."
"No way~~"
Alexia smiled the first time Ren saw her today. For a moment, Ren thought this smile was pretty and dangerous.