The two of them stood blankly right beneath the checkpoint, neither moving forward nor turning back, looking extremely conspicuous. High above on the ramparts, a young guard on inspection duty looked down at the pair, then turned to the seasoned guard beside him and said, "Why don't you keep an eye on things here while I go down and see what's going on with them?"
The veteran guard glanced at him sideways and said indifferently, "You've got a real knack for sticking your nose into other people's business, haven't you? We're the supervisors up here; you don't need to go down. The guards at the bottom will handle it." With that, he squinted down at Fangsheng, then added, "Look at the woman standing next to him—she's wearing Church attire. She's most likely a member of the clergy. Relax."
The young guard nodded in sudden enlightenment. He looked at the Knight Sword hanging at Fangsheng's waist and muttered to himself, "What an ornate scabbard. Is he a knight?" A look of envy washed over the young man's face. Coming from a commoner background, he deeply yearned for the kind, righteous, and indomitable knights sung about by bards. He had even secretly fantasized about being favored by the Goddess and becoming a glorious Church knight carrying the weight of honor.
Chapter 117