If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Mommer would find it hard to believe that a person's swordsmanship can break through the shackles of the ranks and directly involve the scope of the law. For example, it is as incredible as a child who has not learned to walk suddenly learns to run.

"Land of Law? Captain! You're not kidding?"

The Knight with the Gun was stunned when he heard this, and obviously could not accept this fantasy fact.

"The words are a bit difficult to explain, I should take action to explain it." Momer shook his head and said, "Now, take out the defensive posture you just intercepted the opponent's sword, and I will use slow motion to analyze your doubts."

The knight carrying the gun quickly stepped back and followed the execution. The gun head was underneath, holding both hands at both ends of the gun rod, with a solemn expression and staring at the other party. After a moment, he nodded and signaled that he was ready.

Momoer slowly pulled out the long sword around his waist, imitating Xia Lan's previous sword movements and said: "I will slow down my sword speed, and you just need to concentrate and see clearly my attack to defend with all your strength."

As soon as the words fell, Momoer drew his sword. As he said, he did slow down his sword speed. His movements were soothing and soft, and he looked like an actor with light and graceful steps on a stage play. Every movement was pleasing to the eye.

But in the eyes of the Gun Knight, no matter how slow Ren Momoer's movements were, he had infinite murderous intent. His mind was very calm now, and his spirit was focused on the long sword that the other party waved. He wanted to widen his eyes and see clearly how the sword broke through his defense.

When the sword slowly stabbed into his heart, the gun knight's combat instinct naturally swung his gun and blocked the threat of the sword. Unexpectedly, the gun in his hand did not stop the sword at all, as if it had touched the air, and could only watch the sword pointing to the heart.

"Did you understand now?"

Mommor pressed his sword against the heart of the Gun Knight.

The gun knight subconsciously shook his head.

"well--"

Mommer sighed and pulled his sword back into the sheath.

"Do you know why your gun didn't stop my sword?"

The Gun Knight continued to shake his head.

"Because my sword changes the laws of space around it, in fact, my sword has disappeared into the space in front of you before your spear intercepted." Mommer explained. "The sword you see is nothing more than a projection remaining in the real space."

"You mean that no matter how I intercept it, I can't stop the sword that stabs you in my heart?" The gun knight said dejectedly.

"Actually, you have tried your best. He Nai's sword has exceeded your level of understanding. Maybe the day you step into the realm of law will you fully understand."

Mommor patted his shoulder, then turned around and left without saying anything.

He had some words not told the other party because he was worried that these words would cause him a deeper blow.

He just simulated Xia Lan's sword and roughly explained the principle. Although the surface effect was the same, Momoer knew very well that even if he imitated it, it would be difficult to reach the height of Xia Lan's sword. With the same law changes, he took advantage of the long sword, while Xia Lan's sword directly changed the concept of the law to affect the result. For example, at the same distance, Momoer reached the end point in a short time by circling the shortcut, but Xia Lan seemed to have used a teleportation array to reach the end point in an instant. It is conceivable that the difference between the two interprets the laws.

Momer now wants to ask Heris in person where she found such a monster? Just based on the other party's superb swordsmanship, has he started practicing swords from his mother's womb? The most important thing is his age, how old is he? Seventeen? Eighteen? When he reaches Momer's age, do you know how strong he will be!

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Under the leadership of the adjutant Casar, Xia Lan first received his own full set of equipment from the Quartermaster Office. The variety and quality of the variety are superior, which makes people sigh at the wealth of the temple.

Four sets of winter and summer uniforms, two sets of combat armor, long swords, cavalry, crossbows, daggers, and everything you can think of. Even if the horses riding are equipped with three, perhaps the only regret is that as a new Knight of the Holy Temple, it may take a long time to collect the exclusive weapons customized.

People often like to wear new clothes as soon as possible, and Xia Lan is no exception because he needs to check whether the clothes and armor fit. After all, this is related to the flexible stretching of the body in battle.

It has to be said that the formal outfit of the Knight of the Holy Tribe is extremely glamorous in appearance, which is very consistent with the aesthetic of the times. When worn, the spirit and temperament are completely renewed. Even Xia Lan, a murderer like countless people, can exude a solemn and sacred beauty.

"It seems you like this Knight's outfit."

At some point, Mommor came to the barracks where Xialan settled.

"Most people like to pursue beautiful things, don't they?" Xia Lan turned to the heavy boots and looked at the other party, "For me, the Templar's pure white outfit is my real pursuit."

"It turns out that you haven't forgotten the unreliable words between each other." Momer chuckled. "It's a pity that you are not the Knight of Law now, so I can't recommend you to enter the Templar review sequence."

"Half a year ago, would you believe I have come to this point?" Xia Lan pulled the soft iron gloves on his hand. He liked this pair of gloves very much, soft and hard, and I don't know what material it is woven.

"I don't think even Heris, who arranged for you, would have thought of it." Mommer said.

"Have she contacted you recently?" Xia Lan said.

"No, she only contacts me when something happens." Mommer said.

"The relationship between you is not as close as I imagined." Xia Lan said.

"Don't forget her identity." Mommel said. "She is a witch, the witch of the Dojo of this generation, the witch whose name is still not erased on the top wanted list of the Holy Church. Do you think she will appear on the enemy's territory and wait for discovery?"

"No." Xia Lan said: "I just want to know her next arrangement."

"You just need to wait now, and what should come will always come." Mommer said.

"Have you ever been assigned to perform recently? I want to go out and do activities," Xia Lan said.

"Do you know the security problems caused by the recent influx of refugees in Cologne?" Mommer asked.

"I know." Xia Lan said. "Is the mission related to this?"

"Yes, there are clues that suspect that someone seems to be secretly inciting the riots that delude the refugees. If they do not stop it, the entire town of Cologne will cause a series of turmoil." Mommer said.

"Isn't this something that Heris loves to see? Do you want to stop it?" Xia Lan said.

"I just need to know the mastermind behind the scenes, so as not to be like an ignorant idiot. As for the others, I always have to give some perfunctory information from them." Momer said.

"Leave this question to me, I'm also very interested in the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes." Xia Lan said.

"Before this, you have to know one problem." Momer's tone suddenly sank. "The three spies sent to the refugee area to investigate have disappeared. We had to dispatch our Knights of the Celestial."

"Tsk tsk, things are far from simple as imagined!" Xia Lan said with a subtle expression: "When is the final limit time?"

"Three weeks." Mommer raised three fingers and said, "If there is no result within three weeks, the Cologne Town Town Hall will dispatch troops to expel all the refugees."

"When can I leave?" Xia Lan said.

"Anytime," Mommel said: "You will always be free under my hands."

"I like freedom!"

Xia Lan smiled slightly, took steps and walked past Mommer and left the barracks.

After a long time, Adjutant Casar walked into the barracks and saw Momer sitting in front of the bed at a glance.

"Sir, do you really let him go to investigate?"

"Of course... no." Mommer shook his head. "Don't worry, I have arranged a backup plan. He is just a piece that I attracted the attention of the other party."

"I hope he won't die accidentally during this investigation." Casar prayed casually.

"Has the autopsy result from the church been released?" Mommel said without mentioning this matter and changed the subject.

"It's out." Casar nodded and said, "All the spies died of heart rupture. What's strange is that there is no trace of external injuries in their bodies."

"I get it." Mommel stood up and said, "This time we really caught a big fish,"

"Which forces from which side dares to make trouble in the hinterland of the Holy Church? Aren't they afraid of the fierce counterattack of the Holy Church?" Kasar said in confusion.

"After all, they are enemies of the enemy. Remember, we are just a group of spectators now, and the time for our turn to take action is far from here." Momer said solemnly.

"The enemy's enemies may be friends," Casar said.

"The enemy's enemies may not necessarily be friends, but they must be objects that can be used."

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After leaving the camp, he rode his equipped war horses straight to Cologne. In the middle of the journey, Xia Lan changed into a Knight's outfit and changed it to a elegant uniform, creating the image of a powerful family as much as possible. Disguise is a science, deception is an art. He believes that there are countless pairs of eyes in the dark in Cologne at this time. If he wants to put aside their attention and to conduct a stable investigation, he must make a makeover.

Losing his disguise skills does not mean that he will never disguise again.

Controlling facial muscles to lose weight on both cheeks, depicting eyebrows at the corners of the eyes, sticking a fake beard, and wearing dark green contact lenses. After a simple disguise, the image of a polite gentleman suddenly appeared in front of the world.

Unfortunately, the war horses were marked with the hallmarks on their butts, and it was difficult to erase them. Forcibly erasing them would only hurt the war horses. After thinking about it, when he was approaching Cologne, he released the war horses and walked towards Cologne alone.

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Chapter completed!