People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Thinking of this, Bernard looked at Reinhardt with a bit more sympathy and pity in his eyes.

Looking at Reinhardt, he couldn't help but think of his past self.

The same confidence, the same high spirits...

Then, Bernal took out an ancient book from his arms and placed it on the table.

"...This combat manual is for you, young junior. Consider it a return gift for the drinks you treated me to."

As he said that, he pushed it in front of him.

"This combat manual was compiled by me personally. I only know how to wield a sword, and I've devoted all my energy to this combat manual. But now, I want to pass this on to exemplary Faders like you."

"I hope you can use these combat skills to overcome all obstacles, sever your confusion on the road ahead, and forge ahead courageously... until you discover the truth."

"Well, it's time for me to set off and embark on my own destiny and guidance."

After saying this, before Reinhardt could respond, Bernal stood up and left the tavern with the slender sword.

But before leaving, she left a message, turned around and said to him meaningfully:

"...I hope you won't make a decision you'll regret for the rest of your life."

"Good luck, young fader, Reinhardt..."

Bernal's voice echoed in his ears for a long time.

He looked at the books in front of him in a daze.

The so-called combat skills are the proof of a soldier's fighting, defeat, and death, and are the result of a lifetime of hard work.

But he hadn't expected that just wanting to treat Bernard to a drink and get to know him, he would end up being gifted with a combat manual?!

What kind of RPG development is this? Are you the legendary Drunken Swordsman?

Thinking of this, his expression immediately became strange.

"Forget it, why do you think so much?"

He shook his head to put aside the strange thoughts in his mind and put away the combat skills book.

How could he not understand what Bernal said, and how could he not be clear about the decision that would make him regret for the rest of his life?

But that kind of decision was absolutely impossible. He would never sacrifice a small piece of wood as a kindling to start a big fire.

If he wants to do this kind of thing, he has to do it himself, how could it be Xiao Mu's turn?

Doesn't the dignified Sun Law have any dignity?!

Then he took out a thousand runes from his leather bag and left them on the table before leaving the tavern.

As time went by, more and more people walked on the street, and the sounds of hawking emerged one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and the town became lively again.

At this time, Reinhardt was standing in an alley, calling Melina.

"I'm here."

Melina's figure appeared in front of him again silently, and ran out of his body again.

It's really elusive...

Every time I don’t know when this little piece of wood hides on my body.

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Then he asked Melina to go to the Round Table Hall.

"...You want to go to the Hall of the Round Table, to the guided Faded One, where the heroes gather, right?"

He nodded.

"I understand. If that's what you want, then please hold my hand. Just for a moment..."

Hearing this, Reinhardt held Melina's small hand that was stretched out from under her cloak.

The touch is still so delicate, soft and elastic, completely unlike the touch of a spirit, and very real.

Then, strange words began to mutter from Melina's mouth, as if she was trying to convert the runes into her power for the first time.

But it was too quiet and I couldn't hear what he was muttering.

All he knew was that his vision was gradually becoming blurry.

Oh no...is this going to be a kidney?

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The Round Table Hall is a resting place for the faded ones and a gathering place for heroes.

A solemn and huge round table was placed in the center of the hall, with countless weapons of ancestors inserted in the table, and chairs surrounded the table in neat rows.

There are several solemn stone statues standing around, with different shapes and postures, just like an underground mausoleum.

And in the center of the round table, a golden blessing rose up like a blazing bonfire.

After a brief contact with Melina, Reinhardt was teleported here, but his head was still dizzy and his vision was still blurry.

"Have I been... teleported to northern Myanmar?"

Feeling the dust and the unique smell of decay in the dry air, he was unable to react for a moment, and all that remained in his head was the rotten joke that he had not yet finished playing.

Then, someone suddenly spoke to him.

"...No, this is the Round Table Hall."

"Who?!" He turned his head suddenly.

"Don't be nervous. This is probably your first time in the Round Table Hall, right?"

The man's voice seemed to have some kind of magic. Although he spoke slowly, it gave people a calm and peaceful feeling.

But no one could have imagined that the person with such a healing voice was a man.

The man had half of his head wrapped up, even his eyes were blocked, and he had a strange wheel shackle on his neck. His clothes were extremely tattered and old, like a prisoner. He stood there barefoot and stretched out his hand to him.

The chains on his wrists made a rattling sound as the man moved.

"Welcome to the Hall of the Round Table. I'm Colin, a member of the clergy."

"Oh, hello, I'm Reinhardt, an unknown fader."

He extended his hand and shook hands politely.

Colin, this man he was very familiar with, was the prayer teacher of the Round Table Hall, teaching everyone how to use the power given to them by the two fingers, and follow the golden mask to explore the mysteries of the Elden Ring and the Golden Law.

And he was the prophet who once made a prophecy for the golden tree, saying that the ruthless fire would spread and burn the golden tree.

Despite endless persecution, he still refused to overturn the prophecy and waited for the blessing and guidance to come.

Beyond that, he was a staunch and loyal adherent of the Golden Rule.

Moreover, when someone among the heroes gathered in the Hall of the Round Table becomes the King of Elden, Colin will be there to assist.

Let the Golden Rule be properly restored and put the King’s governance back on track.

Said so.

But unfortunately, he never saw it, because the man had gone crazy in the end.

Colin's faith was shaken because of the Golden Mask's questioning of the Golden Rule and Queen Marika.

"Oh, so you are the legendary Lord Reinhardt..."

"rumor?"

"Yes, that's right. Rumors about you have spread throughout the Hall of the Round Table. Almost everyone who comes here has heard of your name. You destroyed the [Evil Omen] Markit and killed the demigod [Limb Attachment] Greg."

Colin's words stunned him.

Didn’t you expect that you would be so famous?

And when did the news from the border area spread so quickly? It felt even faster than before the Golden Rule was broken.

In just over a month, even everyone in the Round Table Hall knew about it.

Is the spread of information so advanced?

"...I want to ask you something. Can you still see the guidance of the blessing?"

Colin asked again.

"Yeah, I can see it." Reinhardt nodded seriously.

In fact, he couldn't see it at first, but after simply collecting some runes, the blessed guidance appeared in his eyes.

Not only is the land blessed like a flame, but there are also wisps of golden light floating in the air that always guide him.

"You can still see, that's a good thing."

Colin's tone was filled with emotion, mixed with sighs.

It was understandable that he would behave like this. Among the heroes who had recently gathered in the Round Table Hall, almost no one could see the glimmer of blessing anymore, as if they had been abandoned.

From the time when many Faded Ones lost the guidance of the Blessing until now, Reinhardt was the first hero he had seen who could see the Blessing.

That's wonderful...

Boom, boom, boom——

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly rang in my ears, like the sound of a crutch touching the ground.

Turning around, I saw a man walking towards me, bent over with a crutch, his helmet covered with ear and eye-shaped decorations, followed by two people.

A bronze woman who was scantily clad but full of charm, met a man wearing a skull helmet and armor decorated with golden bones.

The older-looking guy in the lead was Sir Gideon O'Fnir, a well-known elder of the Faded Ones and one of the founders of the Hall of the Round Table.

Following behind him was, of course, Ofnir's adopted daughter, Nepheli Lu, whom he had met once before.

Neferi seemed very happy to see him.

Another man who believed that silence was golden was Enxia, a subordinate of Ofnir who was known as the "King's Skeleton".

"Oh, welcome, Lord Reinhardt. It's a pleasure to have you visit the Round Table Hall again."

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Sir Baizhi took the initiative to extend his hand.

No one could understand such an unreasonable behavior, especially Diaros, who was also in the Round Table Hall and wearing a flashy and impractical luxurious armor.

Although he believed that it was meaningless to say a surname no matter how famous it was in the border area, he was always proud of the surname Khosrow.

I have been following in the footsteps of my brother Yuno Khosrow, hoping that one day I can loudly shout out the words "Speaking with Blood".

However, when he first came to the gathering place of heroes, the Round Table Hall, he did not receive such a warm welcome from Sir Baizhi.

It can be said that Ofnir just put on a lukewarm attitude.

Even for many people this is the case.

But today, the old man Ofnir was unusually enthusiastic. Why was that?

Is it just because this man named Reinhardt killed [Limb Reattachment] Greg?

If that's the case, Diaros can do it too, but it's just a mere Greg...

It's just that this Reinhardt got there first...

However, his envy and jealousy were ignored by the other people in the Round Table Hall, and they couldn't even understand them.

Some people believe that Diaros behaved in this way because his follower, a girl named Lenya, disappeared.

Speaking of which, that child named Lenya is really a cause for concern. She runs out every few days, and sometimes disappears in the blink of an eye, which makes Diaros worry a lot.

Their whispers were naturally heard by Gideon Ofniers and Reinhardt.

But both of them looked indifferent. Reinhardt still had an impolite smile on his face and was too lazy to explain anything to this group of people.

"Your Excellency Rhine, this is not a place to talk with too many people around. Please follow me."

"Ah."

Ofnir said this directly to their faces without any euphemism.

After saying this, he took Reinhardt away, leaving behind a group of faded people in a mess.

The faded ones looked at each other, their eyes revealing the same expression—