Paladin Bedivere.
Zhuo Yang muttered to himself in his heart.
This iconic silver hair tied in a single ponytail, and his still youthful face, all spoke of this name.
At this time, Xiao Bei was still a tea-serving knight.
He had not yet become the right-hand man of Gao Wen in the Crimson Dawn.
"I cannot get entangled with this guy; given his responsible personality, God knows how long he would stick with me..."
Zhuo Yang thought to himself.
"What kind of skeleton is this? It must not be allowed to leave; I have to capture it and show it to Lord Gao Wen..."
Bedivere thought to himself.
When he was patrolling in the sky on a griffon, he thought he saw a paladin purifying evil.
However, after landing, he realized how absurdly wrong he was.
The skeleton in front of him did not have the slightest hint of an undead creature's aura; instead, it was enveloped in a rich Holy Light.
This was the gentlest Holy Light he had ever seen.
Warm, sacred, full of hope.
