The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 58 - 42: Knight Spirit! (Second Release)

Chapter 58: Chapter 42: Knight Spirit! (Second Release)

"No matter what, your ’heart’ is the most important, it’s the ’truth’." Pausing for a moment, the Priest continued, "This has nothing to do with faith. Even if you don’t believe in anything, you’ll encounter similar issues. My child, do you mind if I call you that, Baron Gray?"

"I don’t mind." Gray shook his head.

"Alright then, I’ll continue. My child. It’s very easy to know from someone’s words what is black and what is white, that’s too simple. However, this world is gray. Sometimes we can’t even judge which is more ’gray’. It’s a matter of ’degree’."

"Yes, that’s exactly what I want to know!" Gray was excited.

"Very well, let’s continue." The Priest shrugged and went on, "’Degree’, at first, I thought it was a very complicated issue, so complex that I couldn’t understand it. I used to be as confused as you. But later, I found it was actually the simplest. Because you just need to follow yourself."

"Follow myself?"

"Yes, follow your own heart, follow your heart. That’s why I just said, ’truth’, your heart. This world is gray, misty. Maybe many people can tell us what to do, but in the end, we need to see with our own eyes and judge with our own hearts. Why do we need ’spirit’, need ’faith’, because the world is dark, and without ’spirit’, without ’faith’, we can easily get lost. So we need them."

"I see..."

"However, they are not perfect. After all, the world is complicated too. Like you said, you don’t know if your actions to help others truly helped them. I don’t know if my persuasion helps others either. In fact, my situation is worse than yours. You know, when children ask me about ’miracles’, I actually feel guilty."

"’Miracles’?"

"It’s sacred arts." The Priest gestured, "’At some moment when you need to fight against darkness, the Holy Spirit will grant you His power.’ That’s what the book says, but I’ve never seen it. Do you understand what I mean? As a Priest, I’ve never seen it, yet I must confidently preach to others about it. Preaching something that even I doubt. It couldn’t be worse. But, my child..."

The Priest took a deep breath, raised his head, and wore a look of loneliness.

Candlelight illuminated his cheeks.

Gray listened attentively, waiting quietly.

After a long pause, the Priest continued, "But, my child, if we don’t do this, then when a confused young person like you comes to the church, they won’t be able to get guidance. Maybe not everyone we help truly benefits, but there will always be those who do. Perhaps what we do is not always right, but there will always be right ones, isn’t there? If people cannot get help from others, how can we expect them to help others?"

"Faith and spirit are the light in our hearts. You’re right, the knightly spirit is not as it’s written. Because the words on paper are just the key to opening the channel to your heart. What it requires is not for you to consider it as a frame to bind yourself in, but to believe in it, to understand it. Perhaps everyone has a different understanding of it, and in fact, no two people have the exact same view on the knightly spirit, just as no two people have identical reverence for the Holy Spirit. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is, how wonderful would the world be if everyone believed in it? Imagine if we were not the ’I’ in our own story, but the ’someone else’, wouldn’t you hope to get help?"

"We not only need to have faith, have a spirit, to illuminate the darkness around us, but we also need to pass on faith and spirit through our actions to others, so that others don’t have to sink in darkness. When you earnestly believe in the knightly spirit, follow your heart, and act according to your understanding, whether right or wrong, this is already the best interpretation of the knightly spirit."

With that, the Priest spread his hands, straightened his back against the chair, smiled, and quietly watched Gray.

Gray also watched him, for a long time, without any movement.

"Are you okay?" Black Cat asked softly.

After a moment, Gray suddenly leaned forward, kneeled on one knee before the Priest, and grabbed the Priest’s hand, startling the Priest whose face turned pale.

"Thank you! Mr. Priest! What you’ve said is the most meaningful thing I’ve ever heard!"

"Oh, really? Thank God, my guidance is not always successful." The Priest felt a weight lifted off his heart, whistled, and said, "So have you awakened now?"

"I have awakened!"

"Are you no longer confused?"

"No longer confused!"

"Congratulations." The Priest kindly patted Gray’s shoulder and then took up his cup.

"I have a bad feeling." Black Cat murmured softly.

"So, Mr. Priest, are you planning to sneak out of the castle?"

"Pfft!" The water that had just entered the Priest’s mouth was sprayed out, making him cough with a full face, "Your topic... did it change too quickly?"

"I just wanted to ask."

"Alright, I’ll tell you." The Priest helplessly put down the cup and said, "Yes, I plan to sneak out. This matter is very troubling for me. Lord Bishop wrote to me, saying that the King’s army will launch an assault tonight. Miss Yilin’s army will suffer a terrible defeat, and they might break into the castle. He told me to leave quickly. I know that in principle I can’t just leave the people here, but if I inform others, that would violate the agreement between the church and the King. Perhaps in the near future, leading to a disaster. This is also a dilemma. So I... you know, I followed my heart."

"Yilin will be badly defeated?" Gray was stunned.

...

At this moment, ten kilometers away, Yilin’s army had already fallen into a bitter struggle.

A sky full of fiery arrows screeched towards them, one wave after another pouring over the hill.

"Fall back! Fall back!" Yilin was personally swinging the Longsword and shouting, covered in blood. Huoersi and Mike were beside her raising their shields high. The soldiers around her fell one by one; she herself had been shot with an arrow, but had no time to even stop the bleeding.

The army had already begun to collapse.

In the distance, heavily guarded by layers of enemy troops, the King, clad in thick armor, rode on a warhorse with his head held high, smiling contemptuously, "You think retreating will work?"

The bishop dressed in a white robe sat on a horse, standing silently behind the King,

Gently waved his hand, and the King shouted loudly, "Chase!"

"Yes!" The King’s most elite unit, the Golden Armor Knights, had already begun to encircle, kicking up clouds of dust with their galloping hooves.

...

"Yes, unless there’s an accident." The Priest spread his hands and said, "Her situation is very bad, Lord Bishop said she might not even hold out until tomorrow noon."

"I have an oath with her..." Gray said dumbly, "No, I have to go and help her."

The next moment, he was up on his feet with a swish.

The Priest quickly grabbed Gray, "Take me with you!"

"You also want to help her?"

"No, I just want to leave the castle! The walls are too high, I can’t climb over!"

"Alright! Tenidas—!"

...

In the stables, the Bone Horse suddenly lifted its head and, with a "bang," kicked open the stable door, rushing out. The guards not far away were so frightened, they fell to the ground.

"Quickly!" As they dashed out of the church, the Bone Horse was already in front. Gray unhesitatingly grabbed the still-slow-moving Priest and tossed him onto the horse’s back, then mounted the horse himself.

"Aren’t you afraid of breaking your oath?"

"To ’follow my heart’, that’s the revelation the Holy Spirit gave me." Gray said firmly.

Riding the Bone Horse, Gray charged straight for the city gate.

"It’s Baron Gray! He’s going out!"

"Close the gate quickly!"

The guards screamed and fled.

Gray drove the Bone Horse, using its heavy armor, to burst through the barriers, lowering his posture and rushing out at high speed through the half-closed city gate.

Watching from the balcony, Shelley was stunned by the scene. The pastry in hand fell to the ground with a "thump".

"What to do?"

"Chase him! What else can you do?"

A large group of guards mounted up and charged out of the city.

...

The mercenaries hiding in the corner were all dumbfounded.

"What’s going on?"

"I don’t know, anyway, half of the guards ran off. Hahaha! Our chance has come!"

"Shut up! Keep it down!"

...

Racing to the empty streets at midnight, Gray set the Priest, who was lying on the horse like cargo, down.

"How many people does the King have?"

"At least thirty thousand." The Priest answered casually, already rolling and crawling away.

"Alright, I understand."

Clattering, a large group of fully armed guards quickly followed behind.

"Baron Gray! Please come back with us, or we may have to use force!"

"How do you plan to deal with them?" Black Cat asked.

Gray slowly turned his horse, drew the Longsword with a "clang", and asked in a cold voice, "Do you want to stop me?"

In an instant, the expressions of those guards froze.

The Gray who could single-handedly challenge forty-eight knights!

The Guard Commander’s lips twitched, awkwardly saying, "No, what I mean is... if you’re willing, you could come back with us... something like that. Hahaha, hahaha."

After laughing, he lowered his voice and shouted to his subordinates, "Quick! Follow him! You go report to Miss Yilin!"

"Yes!"

Turning his horse, Gray moved slowly down the street, followed by a large group of guards.

"To defeat an army of over thirty thousand, I’ll need a bit of help."

"You’ve evolved, from ’stupidly muddling through’ to ’stupidly decisive’! Hahaha!" Black Cat laughed with unprecedented joy.

Yes, the long-awaited knightly drama was unfolding again. It couldn’t wait to see the grand climax!