They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

On the other side, Fate was also looking at the godfather of the Dawn Church.

The other person was a middle-aged man of medium height and ordinary appearance, with some wrinkles left by time on his face. He was wearing a white godfather costume with gold edges, a white top hat, and holding a golden cross in his hand.

Compared with the godfathers of other churches, this godfather looks rather inconspicuous, like an old farmer that can be seen everywhere in the countryside. He is not arrogant and gives people a relaxed feeling when getting along with him.

"What advice can this gentleman give me?" the godfather asked.

"Your Excellency Godfather, I am here to find a job. Here is my letter of introduction." As he said that, Fate handed the letter in his arms to the Godfather.

"Yeah." Seeing the Buckley wax seal on the letter, the Godfather understood what was going on. After removing the seal and reading it carefully, he returned the letter to Fate.

"The Lord Master said that you are a capable person who can handle security issues. So please give me your guidance in the future, Mr. Fate."

"Well, give me more advice."

According to the original process, Fate's background should be investigated first, but this church was built with funds from the local lord. Since it was the lord's idea, the process can naturally be skipped.

Rowling also heard that it was Master Barkley's idea to let Fate come here as a guard, so she didn't say anything more.

"Sir, excuse me for asking, what did you do before?" The Godfather looked at Fate with a kind look.

"Before?" Fate was silent for a moment. "I used to be a knight."

"Oh, so that's why. No wonder you chose to work here." The godfather suddenly realized.

"I see that you are very young, only about 20 years old. At this age, your future as a knight should be limitless, right? Why do you retire so soon?" Rowling asked in surprise.

"Something happened." It was impossible for Fate to tell others about his own escape, so he could only make an excuse.

"Rowling, please take this gentleman to the storage room to choose the servant's equipment." Seeing that Fate was unwilling to reveal more in this regard, the Godfather calmly interrupted Rowling's intention to continue asking questions.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Fate, this way please."

Fate said nothing, followed the nun and walked out of the back door of the church.

The two remained silent along the way, and the nun also realized that the young man did not seem to be good at speaking, or in other words, he did not like to talk much.

Unless it was necessary to speak, he would never speak, not even a word of small talk or to try to get close to others.

Unknown white flowers were planted in the backyard of the church. It seemed that no one had decided what to build on the vacant land. Apart from a storage room made of wooden boards, the land looked a bit empty.

The nun used the key to open the door of the cabin and led Fate in.

"Mr. Fate, please take a look at what weapons you are good at. The equipment here are discarded by front-line soldiers and the local knight academy. They are not very good, but the quality is guaranteed." Rowling said.

"Can I choose both?"

"There is only one set available, and you can get one. It counts as your entry package."

"The iron sword in your hand is rusty. Change it."

When Fate entered the room, his eyes lit up and he took a liking to an item.

It was a cross-shaped iron helmet hanging on the door panel, completely closed except for a slit for the eyes.

Fate took off the helmet, estimated the size, and put it on his head.

very suitable.

"Are you sure you want this?" The nun was stunned.

"Well, this is the helmet." Fate said without hesitation.

"But, although this closed helmet provides good protection, it is a bit inconvenient. Others can't see your face, and it's not breathable."

"It's okay." Fate didn't care. Once he put on the iron helmet, he didn't want to take it off.

What a weirdo.

He looks quite handsome, but he doesn't want to show his face, so he uses this bulky helmet to cover it.

Rowling couldn't figure it out.

Then, Fate began to select weapons, examining each one personally.

"This is a half-sword, half-blade. The blade at the end can be held. The quality is also good. I'll take it." Soon, Fate chose a half-sword and a piece of leather armor inlaid with some iron plates.

Although the protective effect of this leather armor is far inferior to that of metal armor, this is not a war. It is just a simple security work that does not require exaggerated armor. What's more, Fate's strength and physique are far less than before. Even if she has plate armor to choose, she will probably be exhausted after wearing it and walking a few steps.

After changing his armor, Fate put the scabbarded sword on his shoulder and looked at himself in the floor-length mirror in the room.

It was as if I had returned to the time when I was an apprentice knight.

After putting his armor in order, Fate walked out of the utility room.

The nun covered her eyes. The sunlight shone on the metal of Fate's armor, giving it a faint golden glow, making her look particularly safe.

The nun looked a little dazed. When she saw Fate coming out of his clothes, she had a strong sense of déjà vu. In her mind, she recalled the scene many years ago when she was still a little girl and was saved from the flames of war by the tall Knight Commander.

Chapter 22: 21~Filipino Guarding

"Ms. Rowling?"

"............I'm sorry, I lost my composure." After realizing that she had been staring at Fate for a long time unconsciously, Rowling came to her senses and bowed slightly to apologize.

Fate shook his head to indicate that it didn't matter.

"From now on, you will work in the church and be responsible for the security around the church, resolving disputes, and guiding believers who come to pray."

"The public security in Batti City is not bad. As long as you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, being a church guard is most likely a sinecure." For this reason, the church does not plan to spend extra funds to hire more guards.

"Yeah." I understand. This job is probably to stand at the door of the church and watch the gate.

This is exactly what Fate wants. Since he has decided to retire, he should do some idle job and just live a carefree life.

only.........

Fate glanced at the stone sculpture of a knight standing in the center of the church.

How should I put it? After faking his own death, he worked as a security guard in the church where he was worshipped. It's weird no matter how I think about it.

I'm just guarding myself, right?

"Well, not bad." Seeing Fate wrapped in armor, the Godfather nodded with a little satisfaction and looked at the stone sculpture of the Knight of Dawn.

"Mr. Fate, you are a knight, so it is most appropriate for you to guard the church of His Excellency the Grand Knight."

"Perhaps the sleeping Grand Knight Commander would also like the guards who protect his followers to be knights."

“............Yeah.” Fate didn’t know how to answer, so he simply agreed.

"As you can see, Mr. Fate, it's still working hours, so you'll have to work hard today."

"The duty lies."

"From now on, if you have any questions, you can ask me, but I'm not always here. If I'm not here, you can ask Miss Rowling."

"In fact, I do have an important question."

"Oh? What's the question?" The Godfather asked when he saw Fate speak so seriously.

"Do you provide food and accommodation here?"

"........" Rowling and the Godfather both looked confused, obviously not realizing that this was the important question Fate was talking about.

"Well, we provide lunch here, but you have to take care of dinner yourself." The Godfather coughed dryly.

"As for accommodation, if you don't mind, you can stay in the church. The church is closed after 6pm, so you can stay here and guard the door at the same time."

"Of course I don't mind."

"But there are no beds here? As a place to stay, the conditions are a bit unsatisfactory."

"It's okay." Fate was already content to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Okay then. Thank you for watching the door at night." The godfather nodded.

At noon, the three of them had their meal in the side room of the church and then returned to their respective posts.

The nun was leading the believers in prayer in the main hall, the godfather was standing in front of the stage reciting poems, and Fate was leaning against the door, leaning on his sword and not saying a word.

The weather is great.

Such nice weather made him feel sleepy.

In the evening, the day's work was over. After Miss Rowling sent the last believer out of the church, she walked out of the church and saw the armored man still leaning against the door.

She was fine and could move around, but Mr. Fate had been standing for a whole day and had to keep a tense expression and be alert to his surroundings. He must be very tired.

Thinking of this, the nun walked over and suddenly felt something strange.

Fate realized she was coming, but he didn't move at all, still leaning against the door without moving.

Soon, Rowling knew why.

Leaning closer, she saw the sleepy bubble coming out of the gap in the helmet…

So you're lazy and sleeping on your first day at work? ?

The nun retracted her previous thought that the other party had worked hard all day.

This guy really has no sense of crisis at all and is not taking it seriously at all!

Also, he can fall asleep while standing, which is also a rare thing.

In fact, this is one of Fate's unique skills. After years of fighting outside, he has learned the secret of being able to sleep peacefully at any time and in any posture.

"Mr. Fate." Rowling's voice was noticeably higher.

"........Well, is it time for dinner?" The sleepy bubble in front of the helmet popped, and the armored man looked up at Rowling.

Open, dinner? ?

The nun's polite smile was almost unable to hold up.

"What were you doing, Mr. Fate?"

"Just now?...I was probably guarding the gate." Fate recalled.

"Maybe? Mr. Fate, are you tired of guarding the door?" The nun smiled.

"It's okay. It must be because I didn't sleep in the bed...I was not comfortable." Fate moved his stiff neck.

"Are you sleeping or guarding the door?" the nun asked.

"............Does the church have a rule that guards cannot sleep?" Fate shrank his neck.

"What do you think?" After what happened in the morning, the nun could hardly maintain her polite tone.

"You sleep during work hours, what are you doing here?"

"But we didn't encounter any security problems today." Fate was puzzled.

"I can't count on you when it really happens." The nun said unhappily.

"No." Fate answered confidently. "No one who came and went today was carrying a sharp weapon. The only one who carried a metal weapon was a peddler, and he only carried a fruit knife that was not very threatening. Besides, he had no intention of starting a riot."

"........How do you know it so clearly?" Rowling suddenly looked strange.

"Did you emptied the wallets of the believers one by one?"

"No." Fate shook his head.

How could he do such a thing.

Having fought in wars for more than 20 years, he has become extremely sensitive to weapons. He can tell whether a person has a weapon in his arms or a sharp object in his bag just by looking at his movements. He can also tell whether the person has the intention to commit a crime just by looking at his expression.

Unless it was the kind that was hiding very deeply and he couldn't see through it, but even he would have had some trouble dealing with an opponent of that level in the past, and he would definitely not have nothing to do but attack the church.

He checked today and everything was normal.

"............In short, Mr. Fate, you should change your negative attitude." The nun naturally did not believe Fate's words, and just regarded these words as Fate's random fabrication to perfunctorily deal with her.

But it was okay. The security in Batti City was good and there wouldn't be any serious incidents. So the nun just said a few words to Fate.

Chapter 23: 22~Funnel objects discovered

It was dim at night and the church was closed. In order to save money, Fate did not eat out in a restaurant. He just made do with the dried meat and canned food he picked up from the goblin's nest.

Even though he was used to eating delicacies from land and sea, it didn't take him long to get used to simple meals.