The hazy mist enveloped Mokou Town, intertwined with the morning light. Driven by the breeze, it left reluctantly, revealing the towering wizard tower.

The obsidian tower is bathed in the gorgeous rays of clouds, as if it is inlaid with a layer of dazzling gold edges, standing majestic on the sky, shining with its eyes.

"Is this Mokou Town?" A slightly low-key young man sounded.

Two figures wearing black cloaks appeared in the crowd entering the town.

From the dust left over their dusty boots and thick black wool cloaks, they were seen from the Enoak Desert.

"Teacher, I left Mokou Town a year ago."

The sound just now sounded again, and under the gentle breeze, you could vaguely see the dark black armor under their black cloaks and the weather-beaten faces in their hoods.

He looked carefully at the crowd entering the town in an orderly manner, murmured: "It's different from what I imagined."

In a trance, he recalled his experience in the arena of Mokou Town, which was the most unforgettable and painful experience in his life.

Once upon a time, he was the most powerful gladiator in the "Blood Drink" arena in Mokou Town, and the only gladiator who completed a hundred challenges and won the title of "Bloody Slaughter".

After revisiting the old place, he found that everything in Mokou Town now seemed in order.

Along the way, everyone survived under strict order and strict laws, and he could feel that the people here, whether they were civilians working in the fields, merchants, or even goblins who cleaned the roads, were living better than other places, and the smiles on their faces were sincere.

The most important thing is that he also saw a tall tower standing on the top of the mountain.

It goes without saying that a wizard tower symbolizes anything. Even in a dark area is a big deal, because it represents the high-level force possessed by a lord and the means to shock others.

When he recalled that the ruler of Mokou Town was a wizard lord, he felt relieved.

"It's indeed different from what we imagined."

The older man's vicissitudes of eyes hidden in his hood glanced around and said slowly: "Let's go, Moran, don't forget the purpose of our coming here."

He followed his teacher and entered Mokou Town with an orderly crowd and caravan.

The bustling streets of Mokou Town and everything he remembered had long disappeared, replaced by a beauty full of order.

"Teacher, as we entered the town, I sensed a guard who kept his eyes on me until I disappeared." The young man called Moran said to his teacher.

"Don't pay attention to these strange gazes, Moran, this is their duty."

Moran's teacher said in a low voice, "This is a town full of order. As long as we do not violate the law, there is absolutely no danger."

As the two disappeared, there were faint figures in the dark corner of the town, staring at the two men entering the town.

One of them took out a portrait, observed it carefully for a moment, and smiled, "It turns out that these two are the people who Lord Planda wants us to pay attention to."

“What should I do now?”

He asked again, "Do you want to continue stalking? Recently, many people from Mokou Town have come. Yesterday, there were many fighting with knives after being drunk. Commander Salou personally cut off more than 20 people's heads at the execution ground."

"In Mokou Town, anyone should respect the lord and follow the laws set by the lord." Another person shrouded in shadow said, "The order we received was to confirm whether these people actually came to Mokou Town and then report to their superiors, that's all."

The door of the Salamander Tavern was opened, and most people subconsciously looked up and saw two black shadow men wrapped in cloaks, and they ignored them.

Only a palm-sized salamander lying on the fireplace suddenly jumped out of flames. It hissed and disappeared into the shadow at an extremely fast speed.

The two walked in together. The space inside the house was much larger than that outside, and it was connected to the adjacent huts on both sides, and a row of more than a dozen huts were connected together.

At this time, the room was not full, and some guests stared at two guests in cloaks with bored, hostile or curious eyes. The remaining people gathered on the temporary stage set up in the distance to watch a bard with flying fingers performing, and the audience cheered.

Moran followed his teacher into a private room deep in the tavern, sat opposite each other, and remained silent.

"Oh, you are really punctual." A gentle and cunning voice came from outside the door.

Moran saw the visitor wearing a satin top with green gold stripes, with a black silk shawl on his shoulders pinned by a jade-carved rose, and the front of the lapel was covered with wine stains. Judging by the color, it was a dark red wine, and a strand of light golden hair hung down, covering one eye.

He vaguely felt a very uncomfortable breath on the other party.

"It turned out to be you!"

Moran frowned when he saw his teacher, "Polyvik? As far as I know, you are not imprisoned by Zarel in the prison of the Bronze Fortress, you still have to stay..."

Hearing his teacher mention the name of the uninvited guest in front of Barto Hell's first level Aphrodis, the chief commander of the bloody battle of the abyss, and the fallen angel Zariel, Moran looked at the uninvited guest in disbelief.

As a paladin, his intuition told him that the other party was definitely a high-level devil from Batto Hell.

"...Three hundred years? You want to say three hundred years."

Polyvik shrugged, "My Lord said that the world has a history of 50,000 years, but Asmotiels, the Lord of the Nine Prisons, said that it has a history of 500,000 years. In short, what is three hundred years?"

He said, while sitting in the chair without hesitation, "Please give me a glass of Susal's golden wine bar. You know, I was not lucky in the "Gnoll Roulette" and spent the last gold coin on dinner. I gave me some braised beef in Anphir with smoked sausage and dwarf yellow mustard. There is no way, people have to eat."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! You are not a human, you are a devil, Moran thought to himself that the devil will never go hungry.

"What?" Polyvik looked at the older man.

"Sons of the nobles shouldn't be more generous, Astorio, I know that you, the paladins who are known as the "Conqueror", have already gained a foothold in the desert. Is it so difficult to give me a drink to celebrate?"

"I only invite my friends to drink." Astorio smiled coldly, "and I am not the son of a nobleman. I said that my mother was just a civilian."

"Your mother is a monkey from the Chult jungle." Polivik's hazel eyes were filled with alcohol and malice.

"Hmph, anyway, as long as there is a hole between your legs, the pirates of Dambreth will come. Oh, don't be angry, your skin may be the same as a hazelnut shell, but at least you can take a shower, unlike some swineherds."

Moran clenched his fists, looked at the distance between the two, wondering if he could smash his stinky mouth with one punch.

He could knock out at least half of his teeth, he thought.

Just when he was about to put his thoughts into action, he suddenly recalled what the teacher told him before leaving, and finally reason defeated the impulse, and he let go of his fist helplessly.

Obviously, he can't do this for the time being, but it doesn't mean he won't do much in the future.

Astorio put away his smile, "You have to apologize."

"Is that true?" said Polyvik. "How do you apologize if I have such a dry throat?"

"Every word you say will shame your master," Astorio told him, "and will shame your identity."

"Really?" Polyvik pretended to be surprised, "Then you can invite me to have a drink quickly, maybe it can cover up my shame."

"Drink? Let me pull your tongue out first!" Moran stood up from the chair and said coldly.

"Haha, then how do I tell you about the 'Judge of Justice'?" Polivik shrugged again, leaned on the back of the chair, and said with a smile.

When Moran was silent when he heard the high-level devil from Barto Hell mention the "Judge of Justice". He sat back on the chair and finally understood why his teacher chose to trade with the devil.

The ‘Judge of Justice’ is the sword of Tyr, the former God of Justice.

In the year of the third blood splash, a misunderstanding between the god of justice Tyr and the god of guardian Heim caused the two gods to break up.

The strictness of his own philosophy forced Tyr, the god of justice, to challenge Heim, who also accepted this challenge due to his own philosophy.

The two gods fought, and before the gods woke up, Tyr killed Heim.

Although no one can confirm the final result, the gods still felt that Heim's death was the black hand of the murder god Cialick.

That's exactly what's true.

The next year, Cirick, with the help and instigation of Sar, successfully assassinated the magic goddess Mistera, triggering the shocking "Ofa Catastrophe"!

Although many good gods, headed by the God of Justice, successfully imprisoned the initiator of this time, Cialek, on the supreme throne of the Pantheon and sentenced him to be imprisoned for at least a thousand years, the death of the guardian god Heim has always been difficult for Tyr to let go.

In the end, the God of Justice chose to pass his divine power to His follower God, Tom, the God of loyalty and truth, one of the three Gods of Justice.

After Tyre's verdict was gone, his sword, "Judge of Justice".

And the three most famous, strongest and most numerous Paladins under His command.

The Knights of Compassion, representing kindness, defected to the Lord of Morning Light, and the Knights of Order, representing order, were accepted by Tom, the God of Truth and Loyalty.

Among these two Paladin organizations, there is also a stern-jaw Knight Order representing judgment and sanctions, which is beyond the two Knight Orders.

Because the paladins recruited in the Stern Jaw Knights are the most elite paladins selected from the Sword of Mercy and the Hammer of the Order.

It is said that in order to join the Stern Jaw Knights, the Paladin must first be nominated by a member of the Knights, and his nomination must be supported by a senior Tyr priest.

If both of the necessary conditions are met, he must stay in a sanctuary in the Temple of Tyr for the whole night.

When the god of justice Tyr believes that the paladin is worthy of acceptance, he will give him an illusion of his own warhammer.

If the vision is not revealed, the paladin will be considered too inexperienced rather than being considered to have failed, and may be nominated again after some time.

If Tyr sends an illusion of the sword, the paladin will know that he has failed in Tyr intentionally or unintentionally for some aspects and must immediately complete a task alone.

Only when the mission is completed will Tyr forgive him, and the paladin will be accepted into the Stern Jaw Knights.

Before the God of Justice fell, the paladins of the Stern Jaw chose the oath of judgment or sanction.

But with the fall of Tyre, they did not choose to defect to other good gods, but changed their oath to the oath of conquest and wandered around the world.

It is rumored that as long as you find the magical artifact of "Judge of Justice", you can find a way to resurrect the God of Justice Tyr.

This is also the mission of every paladin who joins the Knights of Strict Jaws.

"I don't want to waste time with you here." Astorio said lightly.

Looking at his teacher's calm face, Moran knew that the former leader of the Knights of Severe Jaw had reached the brink of anger.

"Of course, I don't want to waste time." Polivik's eyes shrank in fear, and finally surrendered.

"After all, our master once ruled Aphonus, his will was absolute, his words were the law, and although the fallen angel Zariel was the great devil, it was not always the case. Our master once had this title and will replace it again."

"A grand duke who was driven out of power would only hide in the volcano and sulk, eager to take back his throne." Astorio replied calmly, "The devil never talks about kindness or alms."
To be continued...