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Chapter 116 It's not love but Xingyu

Myvana: "Mr. Westhead, you think so highly of the Knight God."

Although Westhead's attitude towards the [Eternal Storm Knight] was not that of a believer towards a god, as the [Branch of Prosperity] of the Empire, he could express his appreciation for the Knight so clearly, even surpassing the Empire's God Progenitor, which surprised and delighted Myvana.

Everyone likes to communicate with people who have the same hobbies and values ​​as themselves, but as a devout Yonglan person, Mivana has no chance to communicate normally with other people in her homeland.

The attitude of all Yonglan Knights was surprisingly consistent, that is, they had sweaty expressions.

You are an orc, and you believe in the [Eternal Rider God]? This is really a mess, don't get involved!

And in the Empire, it is even more impossible to find people with the same beliefs. Although the relations between the Order Kingdoms are relatively friendly, the beliefs are clearly divided. There is no phenomenon of transnational beliefs. Even if there are, they have long been naturalized in the Kingdom of Yonglan.

"Of course my evaluation is high. The deeds of [Eternal Storm Rider] are truly something that people aspire to do."

The animal ears on the knight girl's head trembled immediately, and stood up straight, nodding continuously:

"That's right! Saving the common people is the ultimate chivalry! Although the God Ancestor never left any teachings, I firmly believe that this is why He created the Way of the Knight, to fight against injustice and evil, and to protect the weak and helpless!"

No, that's not what I mean.

It is undeniable that the experience of [Yonglan Qishen] is quite miserable, and the road to becoming a god is also objectively saving countless human beings.

But in essence, he is by no means a compassionate saint, but a warrior who is pure to the extreme.

Fighting and battle are what the Knight God loves, and as for the rescue and righteous deeds along the way, they are just done conveniently.

Westhead, who once served as the Knight King in "The Poetry of Destiny", still has a lot to say.

But looking at Mivana's bright and shining eyes, Westhead would certainly not be stupid enough to disturb the ranger's interest.

Anyway, chivalry is like this little girl who can be dressed up by anyone, and whoever has the biggest fist has the most reasonable explanation. In a way, doesn't this conform to the idea of ​​the Knight God that the strong are respected?
No problem!
"The Yonglan people have been imitating and interpreting the deeds of the God Ancestor. As for the interpretation of the Way of Knights, I think the Way of Chivalry is the most appropriate."

Westhead took the initiative to cater to Miwana's thoughts, sat on the bed, and sighed:
"After all, judging from the deeds of the Knight God, everything he did was a fight against evil forces. Excuse me for being blunt, when the Knight God of Yonglan was still a mortal, he was incompetent as a king, but as a hero, he was undoubtedly excellent. I think the way of chivalry is the correct answer to the path of knights. Unfortunately, now the Kingdom of Yonglan seems to have abandoned chivalry and embarked on a path of pure violence against violence."

Mivana's animal ears drooped weakly, but she held the silver sword tightly in her hand and said:
"Yes. But all this is only temporary pain. The mistakes of the Yonglan Kingdom must be corrected with complete justice!"

".Do you want to be the Knight King?"

Westhead asked directly: "This is the simplest and most direct way to change the entire country."

The knight girl was stunned when she heard this, and her eyes met with Westhead's. Her lips twitched, but she nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I want to be the Knight King."

"I don't doubt that you have the ability to fight for the position of Knight King, but the question is... can you really fight with all your strength?"

Westhead turned the topic to Myvana and said:

"The curse you carry makes you always so cautious. You can still suppress your impulses now, and you can kill enemies instantly with just a flick of your finger. But if you want to compete with other legendary knights for the position of Knight King, you have to suppress them all - you can't let them nominate you on their own initiative, right?"

Mivana's golden eyes dimmed for a moment: "If it's a teacher, then it's fine. But I definitely won't be recognized."

Which means they are bound to fight.

Westhead smiled with a veiled smile: "Don't worry, I said I would help you. Even if you don't accept the reward, I will teach you how to tame your instincts as a friend. Is that okay?"

Mivana accompanied him on this trip out of pure chivalry and would never accept any reward. This was not a tactic of playing hard to get, she really meant it.

Don't even mention asking the Holy Spirit for help, but it's not excessive to share experiences among friends.

The beast-eared girl showed an interested expression and asked:

"How did you do it? Even if the effect of the source blood was diluted in you, the impulse would not be reduced much. You were able to fully devote yourself to the battle and keep your sanity. Do you have any tricks?"

"I already told you, the trick is to suppress it with stronger emotions."

Westhead replied: "In other words, channel it out. Blindly enduring and restraining will only make the rebound stronger. Instinctive emotions always need a channel to vent."

"I see. So your method of communication is love?"

Mivana nodded and said to Qinghui seriously:
"You and the Fourth Princess are deeply in love with each other, right? Use your love to defeat your bloodthirsty desires!"

The wolf-eared girl's tone was slightly relaxed, and she was obviously very sure of her answer.

Just like an innocent little girl.

However, Westhead decisively denied Mivana's speculation.

"Wrong, why do you think so?"

Lord Qinghui crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin, saying, "Love is an instinct that cannot be suppressed, Miwana. Do you think your belief in chivalry is strong enough?"

Mivana was stunned for a moment, then she clenched her fist and punched her chest: "Of course, I am willing to sacrifice my life for this belief."

Westhead: "I think so too. Your adherence to chivalry is no less than any emotion. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to suppress your instincts for so long with your faith."

Lord Qinghui was sincerely admiring that it was not easy for Mivana to remain so calm and not be consumed by the terrible urge to kill. It could be said that she was indeed a noble and resolute chivalrous knight.

"But whether it's love or faith, there's actually no difference. They all rely on our rationality to suppress it. But how can the product of rationality be compared with instinct?"

Westhead spread his hands and said, "I'm not saying that your faith is meaningless, but... we are still mortals after all. All mortals are ultimately limited by their bodies, and the cursed blood flowing in your body drives your killing instinct all the time."

"My friend, to defeat instinct, you don't rely on reason, but on obeying the instinct that is more primitive than the desire to kill!"

"More primitive instinct?"

Miwana was a little surprised, but she also felt that what Qinghui said made a lot of sense.

Westhead raised his finger and smiled:

"Humans have three major desires: appetite, the stars, and sleep. Any instinct is vulnerable to these three. Even the killing instinct of the cursed source blood cannot defeat this primitive instinct imprinted in the origin of every mortal."

The handsome young man with black hair and purple eyes looked at Myvana and said slowly:

"And the reason I was able to insult the cursed blood was not because of love, but because of Xingyu."

(End of this chapter)