Wizard of All Souls

Deta Fortress.

In the dark room, there was a pungent smell of medicine.

The stubborn Geralf was lying on the bed, his body dark and sticky, exuding the odor of not taking a shower for a long time.

He twisted his body hard, but his lower body was completely unobtrusive.

"hateful!"

As the captain of the team, he is respected and possesses the strength of a big knight.

"It's better to die in this state!"

Geraf hammered his thigh with no fist.

It is better to say that his lower body is unconscious.

Two months ago, in a battle with the orc, in order to cover his teammates, he shot an arrow in the waist.

The injury was much heavier than expected.

Listening to the military doctors meant that my spine was injured and my lower body was paralyzed, and I might not be able to stand up in my life.

Even if you disregard the dissuasion of others and exchange all military power for a bottle of potion, it is still useless.

"I can't walk, I am a waste person, what's the point of living?"

"These legs ..."

He had thought about cutting off both legs and changing his prosthesis.

However, he was told that his injury was not a leg problem, but a spine injury. Unless he changed a spine, he would never stand up.

"Why am I the only one suffering this kind of sin?"

Rather than living like waste, he would rather die in glory.

In battle, he can still live in people's hearts forever.

And now--

"How long have they not been here?"

"Comrades, subordinates, and officers, I will see me every day at the beginning, and it will gradually become once every two days and once every three days, and the time will gradually increase."

"It hasn't appeared in the last half month."

He did not resent the practices of those people.

Because this is a matter of course.

He has also seen many people with half-staff in the past, including his comrades-in-arms.

He also visited each other with enthusiasm every day.

slowly.

Visits have become less.

Even if I go to see it once in a while, the words he urges the other to give up.

"How similar was what I said at the time to what other people are saying to me now?"

"Take the money and sue the old man to return home, and go to the country to get a beautiful and ugly wife, and live a safe life."

"Maybe I can be a swordsmanship coach, and I can let my children fulfill their dreams in the future."

"Haha, what a wonderful life."

With the strength of his big knight, even without legs, on crutches, you can fight a weaker knight.

Going to a relatively remote place to be a little noble's offering is not a problem at all.

But was he the life he wanted?

Gerald struggled to sit up from the bed and took the crutches by the bed.

"I can do it."

"As long as my strength becomes stronger, my body will be able to recover."

"I need to practice!"

Geraf pestered his cane and practiced breathing in a dark room.

The practice of breathing method is the coordination of corresponding actions and breathing to produce sufficient effects.

The only exercises that can be practiced when lying down are health regimens.

He has indeed started to practice health regimen.

But the effect is too slow!

After more than a month of cultivation, I have not seen any effect at all.

I heard that things like health regimen require persistent practice for decades to show results.

Not obvious.

The increase in combat is still low.

No wonder only the old man and talents like him can practice.

At least there is a spiritual trust?

But he was not reconciled.

"Health regimen is useless."

"I need to become stronger, I need to be a Paladin!"

"When my state reaches the Paladin, my injury will be able to recover."

auzw.com Originally, he did not dare to expect the legendary state of the Paladin.

Because the Paladin is a legendary figure that has only appeared for hundreds of years.

however.

There is a living Paladin in this world.

Still two!

One is the Paladin named Will, who advanced at the age of thirty.

The other is Harvey, the son of Will Paladin.

The presence of the two Paladins ignited hope in his heart.

"I have reached the peak of the Grand Knight for more than ten years, and my talent is not low. Maybe there is still a chance?"

After reaching the peak of the Grand Knight, he completely gave up his intention to continue to become stronger.

Paladin?

no no.

Those are all legendary things and they are deceiving.

It is better to drink a few glasses of wine when that time is wasted.

Therefore, most of his time is spent doing other things. His usual practice is just to consolidate his cultivation behavior, and he never thought of a breakthrough.

Now he regretted it a little.

But it was too late to make up for it.

"I'm only forty-seven years old and still have a chance."

"I heard that most of the paladins in the rumors broke through after the age of 70."

"There are also many paladins in their nineties."

"I must insist."

As for Will and Harvey, they are monsters!

"Snapped--"

The crutches in Geraf's hand slipped and his body fell to the ground.

The nose hit the ground heavily.

The sweet and sour sensation immediately poured out of the brain.

He was cut by the enemy for more than a dozen knives without frowning, his eyes dimmed, and tears left involuntarily.

"hateful."

"Don't flow."

"I'm not the kind of man who can cry."

Geralf was lying on the ground with his hands touching tears, and his entire face was spent, as if caught by a little cat.

"If this look is seen now ..."

"Crunch—"

The dilapidated wooden door was opened at once.

"No, won't it?"

Gerald looked at the open door and froze.

The dazzling sunlight entered the gate, illuminating his pupils, and he couldn't help squinting.

At the door stood a tall figure in leather armor, and that was his good friend-Wotu.

At this worst time, I was hit by the person I least wanted to see.

"Jie, Brother Geraf?"

Came covering her mouth and said in surprise.

Gerald, crying and crying on the ground, looked so pitiful.

This is a consistent tough guy. Are they known as the captain of Geraf?

Unexpectedly, behind Gerald's strength, such a weak side.

Reminiscent of Gerald's experience, Watu's eyes could not help getting wet.

"I, I just didn't accidentally fell down." When Gerald spoke, he pulled the broken nose, tears came out again, and more.

"……I understand."

After Wotu put his hand on the table.

Raise Gerav on the ground.

"Brother Gerald, lie down, don't move, you will affect the injury." Votu endured his nose and helped Geralf to the bed, laying the quilt.

"Wait, you misunderstood ..."

"The air is so stuffy here, why don't you open the window?"

Votu intends to ignore Gerald's words and treat the previous incident as if it had never happened.

This is his tenderness.

Wotu came to the window, opened the window, and warm sunlight entered the boatmen.

Illuminated the damp room.

Warm the dark space.

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