Wizard of All Souls

Delta Fortress.

In the dark room, there was a pungent smell of medicine.

Geralf with a bearded face was lying on the bed, his body was black and sticky, exuding the stench of not taking a bath for a long time.

He tried his best to twist his body, but his lower body didn't listen at all.

"hateful!"

As the captain, he is respected by others and possesses the strength of a great knight. He never thought that he would be where he is today.

"It's better to die in this state!"

Geralf hammered his thigh with his fist, but there was no feeling in his thigh.

It's better to say that his lower body is unconscious.

Two months ago, in a battle against the orcs, in order to cover his teammates, he was shot in the waist by an arrow.

The injury was much more serious than imagined.

According to the military doctor, the spine was injured, the lower body was paralyzed, and he might not be able to stand up for the rest of his life.

Even if he disregarded the dissuasion of others and exchanged all his military achievements for a bottle of potion, it was still useless.

"I can't walk, I have become a disabled person, what's the point of living?"

"These legs..."

He once thought about cutting off both legs and replacing them with prosthetics.

But he was told that his injury was not a leg problem, but a spine injury, and he would never be able to stand up unless his spine was replaced.

"Why am I the only one suffering from this crime?"

Rather than live like a waste, he would rather die an honorable battle.

Even if he died in battle, he will live forever in people's hearts.

And now—

"How long has it been since they came?"

"Comrades, subordinates, and officers all came to see me every day at the beginning, and gradually changed to once every two days and once every three days, and the time gradually extended."

"It hasn't appeared in the past half a month."

He doesn't resent what those people did.

Because it is a matter of course.

He has also seen many paralyzed people before, including his comrades in arms.

At the beginning, he also visited each other enthusiastically every day.

slowly.

Visitation has decreased.

Even if I go to see it once in a while, what I say is to persuade the other party to give up.

"How similar is what I said then to what other people are saying to me now?"

"Take a sum of money to resign and return to your hometown, go to the countryside to find a wife who is neither beautiful nor ugly, and live your life peacefully."

"Maybe I can be a swordsmanship instructor, and I can let my children fulfill their dreams in the future."

"Haha, what a wonderful life."

With the strength of his great knight, even without legs and with crutches, he can fight against weaker knights.

It is not a problem at all to go to a relatively remote place to worship a small nobleman.

But was the life he wanted back then?

Geralf struggled to sit up on the bed and took the crutch beside the bed.

"I can do it."

"As long as my strength becomes stronger, my body will definitely be able to recover."

"I need to practice!"

Geralf practiced breathing in a dark room with a cane.

The practice of breathing method requires the coordination of corresponding movements and breathing in order to produce sufficient effects.

The only way to practice while lying down is to keep in good health.

He has indeed started to practice the regimen of health.

But the effect is too slow!

I have been practicing for more than a month, but I have not seen any effect at all.

It is said that such things as health regimen need to be practiced persistently for decades to show the effect.

It's not obvious yet.

The increase in combat is still low.

No wonder only the old man and people in his situation can practice.

At least there is a spiritual sustenance, isn't it?

But he is not reconciled.

"The regimen doesn't work."

"I need to become stronger, I need to become a paladin!"

"When I reach the level of a paladin, my injuries will definitely recover."

Originally, he didn't dare to hope for the legendary realm of paladins.

Because a paladin is a legendary figure that only appears once in hundreds of years.

However.

There are living paladins in this world.

Still two!

One is a paladin named Will who advanced at the age of thirty.

The other is Paladin Harvey, the son of Paladin Will.

The existence of the two paladins made him hopeful.

"I have already reached the peak of the great knight for more than ten years, and my talent is not low. Maybe there is still a chance?"

Since he reached the peak of the great knight, he completely gave up his plan to continue to become stronger.

Paladin?

no no.

Those are all legends, and they are deceiving.

With that time wasted, it would be better to have a few more glasses of wine.

So most of his time was spent doing other things. The usual practice was just to consolidate his cultivation, and he never thought of breaking through.

Now he kind of regrets it.

But it's still too late to make up for it.

"I'm only forty-seven now, and I still have a chance."

"I heard that most of the paladins in the rumors broke through after the age of seventy."

"There are quite a few paladins in their nineties."

"I must persist."

As for the father and son Will and Harvey, they are monsters!

"Snapped--"

The crutch in Geralf's hand slipped and he fell to the ground.

His nose hit the ground hard.

The sweet and sour feeling rushed out of the brain immediately.

After being hacked by the enemy more than a dozen times without frowning, his eyes became hazy, and tears fell down involuntarily.

"hateful."

"Don't flow."

"I'm not the kind of man who cries."

Geralf was lying on the ground, touching his tears with both hands, his whole face was stained, as if he had been scratched by a little tabby cat.

"If people see this appearance now..."

"Crunch—"

The dilapidated wooden door was suddenly opened.

"No, won't you?"

Geralf stared at the open door and was stunned for a moment.

The dazzling sunlight came in from the door, illuminating his pupils, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Standing at the door was a tall figure in leather armor. It was his friend Watto.

At this worst time, I was bumped into by the person I least expected to see.

"Jay, Brother Jerav?"

He covered his mouth and said in surprise.

Geralf, who was lying on the ground crying and weeping, looked really pitiful.

Is this the usual tough guy, Captain Jeraf who they respectfully call Jiege?

Unexpectedly, behind Geraph's strength, there is such a weak side.

Thinking of what happened to Geraf, Watto's eyes couldn't help but get moist.

"I, I just didn't, accidentally fell down." Geralf pulled his broken nose when he spoke, tears came out again, and more.

"……I see."

After Watto put the things in his hands on the table.

Helped Jeraff up on the ground.

"Brother Geralf, lie down properly and don't move around, you will affect the injury." Watto endured his sore nose, helped Geralf to the bed, and spread the quilt.

"Wait, you misunderstood..."

"The air here is so stuffy, why don't you open the windows?"

Watto was going to ignore Geralf's words and pretend that nothing happened.

This is his tenderness.

Watto came to the window and opened it, letting in the warm sunlight from the boat.

Brightens a wet room.

Warms a dark space.