Chapter 385 Alexander

To be honest, Annan was really taken aback when he saw the former champion swordsman.

The appearance of this "Alexander Robin" was indeed far beyond Annan's expectations——

He appeared to be a middle-aged man in his fifties, extremely tall, at least 1.85 meters tall.

The skin is nearly tan sun-tanned, and the hair is reddish-brown. Alexander has a square face, deep eye sockets, firm eyes, and a beard carefully shaved off, leaving neat stubble. A scar slanted on his cheek, slanted across his lips, and approached his eyelids.

A little further up, his right eye is about to be gouged out with a knife.

His golden-orange pupil color, which seemed to shine under the light, made Alexander look even more intimidating.

...He doesn't look like a world-renowned big banker, a legendary investor with sharp eyes, and a big philanthropist known for his generosity.

It is more like a fierce fighter, a stern and reliable mercenary leader. His thick and heavy hand, covered with sword marks and calluses, subconsciously clenched into fists all the time; and his steady and broad arms when walking further illustrate this point.

Although he was wearing the suit of the Silver Knight, it looked like a long white suit jacket. However, the muscles in his shoulders held the suit full, and even a little wrinkle could be seen from being pushed by the muscles.

——This uncle seems to be the type who can chat happily with the delicious wind goose.

This was the first impression that came to Annan's mind.

How to say that sentence, proper fitness attracts the opposite sex, excessive fitness attracts the same sex...

He is very similar in height and body shape to the delicious wind goose. That is, the skin is obviously rough and thick, while the skin of the delicious wind goose is quite fair.

The biggest difference, of course, is that he has hair...and it's thick. And the delicious wind goose has sacrificed its own hair for its own strength.

"What, are you scared by me?"

Bringing Annan and Zhi Ji to his office, Mr. Alexander asked Zhi Ji and An Nan to sit across the table, then returned to his seat with a hearty smile.

He made a low and magnetic voice: "Is it a little different from what you imagined?"

"……yes.

"

Annan nodded, the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising, and he almost laughed out loud: "But it's not really a shock.

"After all, I have also seen a Silver Sir priest who is about the same size as you..."

What Annan was talking about was Salvatore's friend, Reverend Luis. He and Annan can at least be regarded as friends of friends, and the relationship is still good.

Of course, next time we meet again, Annan will call each other "Knight Louis".

"Oh?"

Alexander raised his brows and asked back: "Is he born in the Silver Hand? Now he is also in the capital, ready to become a Silver Knight?"

"...you know him?"

Annan blinked, not particularly surprised.

But think about it, after all, the Silver Knights are those people.

The old bread can introduce himself to come to Alexander to learn swordsmanship, which shows that Alexander is definitely not the kind of strong man who hides his swordsmanship.

As Alexander is currently the best active silver knight in swordsmanship, there will definitely be many young silver knights and alternate silver knights who want to come to him to learn. It is not surprising that he knew Louis.

However, if you look closely...

Alexander stretched out his hand and patted the table, laughed cheerfully, and raised his voice a bit: "Is that kid Louis?"

"Yes - I met him at Frozen Water Harbor."

"Well, he was indeed dispatched to Frozen Water Harbor. He's a good boy... It's no surprise that he took me over for such a dangerous and life-threatening task."

Alexander's voice became steady and magnetic again: "He is my pride. Same as his father."

……what?

Annan was a little surprised: "He's yours...?"

"He's my nephew, my nephew."

Alexander said slowly: "His father is my younger brother and a silver knight... I am the head of the Silver Hand. When he was still in the Silver Hand, he was taught by me personally.

"When he was investigating the case of a black widow's believer who poisoned the well and caused the death of the whole village, his wife was killed in revenge. At that time, Louis had just been born and could only be placed in my house and nurtured by my wife. .

"And he used a costly ritual at the time, which caused his state to become unstable. Later, he was sacrificed on the way to purify the nightmare... When he finally turned into a demon, it was me who executed the execution myself.

"I agreed to his last request to take care of his son for him. When I was young, I made a vow of sterilization and abstinence for greater strength... So Louis is also my son."

……I see.

No wonder.

In this way, the physiques of Louis and Alexander are actually not much different, both in height and weight. In Noah, there are actually not many men taller than 1.8 meters - the height of male adult elves is almost 1.8 meters tall, but the oasis humans are shorter.

Looking closely, their hair color is a little red, but it is not the same depth... Their faces are also somewhat similar. It's just that compared to Alexander, who is like a lion and seems to be angry at any time, his nephew Louis looks much gentler and calmer, his skin is much fairer, and there are few scars on his body.

But another question emerged in Annan's mind.

Seemingly seeing Annan's doubts, Alexander said, "Are you trying to ask me why I let Louis go to the Frozen Water Port?"

"Just a little question."

Annan nodded and explained: "After all, you should also know... the frozen water port is too dangerous.

"Its nightmare can be successfully purified, and it has nothing to do with Louis. This is a task that he can't handle. Why let him perform it?"

"It's not that I want him to do it, but someone has to do it. It's been many years since the last priest was polluted by the nightmare of Frozen Water Harbor - before he became a demon, he was After being recalled to the capital, he took poison and died, and died with honor as a human being.

"But after that, we don't know what happened to the frozen water port. We know that the skeleton man stayed there for a long time, trying to hold some kind of ceremony... The frozen water port is a border area, and we need to send more A priest, put it under control.

"This extremely difficult nightmare that has not been purified in fifty years, at least one cleric needs to be dispatched to monitor it—at least in the event of an irreversible emergency, report to the capital or Roseburg as soon as possible. , and thoroughly decontaminate the frozen water harbour before the worst."

Alexander said calmly: "Actually, we didn't plan to recruit a 'purifier' at the beginning, we just planned to recruit a 'monitor'. There is no need to choose young and capable from the hands of silver with a bright future. These people... just need to send an old bishop to take over.

"For other distortion-level nightmares, 'monitoring' is much simpler - just enter the nightmare and carefully observe the changes in the nightmare, and then exit in time. But in this nightmare, you will lose your memory if you accidentally... ... the more you want to 'surveillance', the more you must try to 'purify'."

This is a dead end.

In any case, one must try to purify the nightmare - and the more you try, the easier it is to die in the nightmare and be corrupted by the curse.

Annan finally understood.

that's why……

Lewis was unable to understand the mechanics of nightmares, nor to explore the mechanics of nightmares.

In the case of purifying his nightmares and relying on luck... He stumbles into nightmares every day: in the gallery, without looking back, in the infinite corridor of nightmares, walking silently forward.

- He is sticking to his mission.

He doesn't explore the mechanism, so he can survive longer.

It is to prevent others from taking their place...not to let others sacrifice.

... Annan finally realized.

For myself and for the players, it is equivalent to the nightmare of upgrading the "dungeon"... For the "aboriginal", what does it mean.

It was a real-nightmare.