At dawn, after the whistle sounded on the earthy yellow platform in Shamonta, Wright, who had prepared his personal belongings for the day, finally set out on the road back to the capital.

Naturally, after agreeing to Philo's request to return to the capital army, the two of them chatted excitedly for a long time until late at night because of the reunion after a long absence.

At the beginning of November, the Avantlet Empire has officially entered winter, and although the winter solstice has not yet arrived, the style of this period is still vividly displayed in the wide cotton clothes and heavy felt hats that can be seen everywhere.

The train route of Avantley is based on many of the styles of the Flame Empire in the south, after all, two or three hundred years ago, the Avantlay Empire and the Flame Empire had frequent exchanges.

After the end of the war five hundred years ago, when the Han Emperor returned to his fiefdom with the Dark Stone belonging to the Avantlay Empire, there were still dozens of nomadic regimes in the Greater Ventley region.

In less than twenty years, under the protection of the gods of immortality and ice enshrined in the Avantlay Empire, the iron sword of the Lord of Colds slashed the throats of most tribal leaders.

Under their frightened and unwilling eyes, the Avantley Empire has reached its current size.

"This "General History of Evantley" is written in a prosaic way, and it has no taste at all to read. Philo tossed a simple packaged book that could easily be bought from a roadside bookstore on the table, his eyes full of confidence and disdain from a lack of knowledge.

"If you don't want to see it, don't look at it, history is not. No historian would allow unsubstantiated artistic processing or fabrication, except to tell a story that happened in serious words. Even if some bestsellers have been adapted, you have to pay attention to the fact that the adaptation is not a random fabrication, and the joke is not nonsense, right? Wright shook his head helplessly, and put the copy of the "General History of Eventley" back in his travel backpack.

By the way, on the slightly empty Shamon-Bingqi train, Wright, with the muscles he had honed in the army, easily single-handedly sent the box with a wealth of personal belongings and books to the space above his head to put his belongings.

After resuming his seat, Wright leaned against the window and pinned the Eventley army badge that Philo had given him yesterday to prevent the unexpected from happening.

At the very least, after I've shown myself to be a soldier, the Assassin groups and scout groups won't trouble me anymore, and Mr. Kyle's recommendation is crucial, as long as there are no unnecessary surprises.

Wright thought about it and stretched out his hand to straighten the badge, the hexagonal snowflakes could go in either direction, but two of them, "A· A (Cruster script: abbreviation for the army of Avantley) "The alphabet cannot be reversed.

Wright felt a wave of sleepiness from the exhaustion of the day's tidying up and re-entrusting the room to a neighbor.

He propped up his head, his eyelids clinging to the slime that had gushed out of the mouth of the legendary tall, scrawny, one-eyed "one-eyed" ruler, and he couldn't lift it at all.

It is said that although this "one-eyed" ruler is one of the monsters, because of the delicious meat and the high practical and medicinal value of the whole body, it has been artificially cultivated on a large scale in Avantley, and has become an indispensable protein food on the table in addition to beef and mutton.

Even Wright's backpack has this glue made of slime in it, which is perfect for holding something.

The sound of the train's horn honking again and the occasional rumble after it started did not disturb Wright's comfort.

Philo sat on the sidelines, quietly reading some letters in his backpack and some reports on the battlefield in the north and south.

He is a private in the army of Avantley and is temporarily ineligible to become a general of the Empire.

The army system of the Avantley Empire is also based on the Flame Empire in the south, and the soldiers who enter the highest institution are called generals, but the division of ranks is more clear than that of the Fire Empire.

Knock, knock, knock, knock......

When the small old clock on the train struck nine times in quick succession, Philo finally felt the light fill every corner of him.

Even for a moment, he forgot the smell of blood and the fear of killing while fighting the enemy nation, and wanted to be immersed in the light for eternity.

"Hello sir, please show me your ticket. According to the rules, if you don't have a ticket, you'll need to pay 300 New Avin Dollars to make it up. Of course, it is also in accordance with the regulations to make up after arriving at the station. The train attendant in the dark blue costume walked up to Philo respectfully and said.

"Mine is here. Philo smiled politely and handed the ticket he had prepared in his hand and painted with frost to the flight attendant.

"And this gentleman. The man continued to urge Wright.

"Wright, wake up, check the ticket. Philo said in three simple words, pushing Wright.

"Huh?" Wright woke up from his dream with a tired look on his face, rubbing his eyes, just now he felt himself on a warm lava rock, feeling the breath of fire.

In line with the fiery red coat he wears today in a different style than usual.

"Oh, give. Wright handed the ticket from his pocket to the man.

The man smiled slightly, tore off a corner of the ticket, and returned it to Wright.

"Mr. Wright. The man continued.

"yes, it's me. Wright felt a little strange.

"This is a gift from my colleague Peter Socrates, who is no longer on this train, but who asked me to bring this to you for the sake of the previous meeting. He says that after some necessary divination, you may need this. ”

As he spoke, the flight attendant pulled out a small, dark red bottle from his pocket, the size of a thumb, with a symmetrical pattern carved on it, like an intention in a tarot card.

But Wright couldn't think of it for a while.

He thanked him, took the vial in his hand, and examined it carefully.

"What is this? Magic Elixir? I've heard that Mr. Kyle is also working on this, but nothing has progressed. I remember that in the past, I could give those old demon source masters in the south some gold coins in exchange for some books rescued from the ruins of Yancheng for research, but now that the two countries are going to war, this road has not been crossed for a long time. Philo said as he looked out the window absentmindedly.

"Mr. Kyle, how's his progress?" Wright seemed intrigued.

After all, the magic potion also belonged to one of the categories he studied.

"I remember that the grandson of an old Demon Source Master in the south sold him a bottle of something, saying that he had accidentally acquired it decades ago. It should be dragon blood, this kind of thing is very rare, and it must be a dragon who has the ability to incarnate a dragon or a dragon who has become a dragon to have qualified blood. At that time, when the Shangling Emperor of the Southern Empire wanted to open the Dragon Gate, he hinted that he could get some. He took a bottle from a dragon boy and gave half of it to the emperor, while the other half remained in his own hands. Philo said, squinting at the inconspicuous vial in Wright's hand, and then looking back at the letters and reports in his hand.

"I'd like to taste the dragon's blood, which I've heard can give eternal life to humans. Wright thought of a legend that had been circulated in various countries on the continent.

"Immortal?" said Philo, who was interested, and looked at Wright:

"Eternal life is a curse, no life can escape the fate of birth, growth, aging, and death, and when you live forever, you will experience eternal suffering. In the mythology of Western countries, there is a people who live forever, but they are on the other side of the ocean and do not come to this world easily. Legend has it that every time you come to this world, you will experience a parting. So it's a curse. Philo carefully recounted the story he had heard from Kyle, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"Mr. Kyle sounds like someone who knows a lot about this. Wright seemed a little careless, still playing with the vial Peter had given him.

"But none of that matters, it's how the Empire is taking advantage of the rare peace. I heard that the battle of the Empire at Nebsk was a difficult victory, and if it weren't for the Emperor's personal visit, and their generals being transferred back by us with a discordant strategy, I believe that the Cruster Empire would have followed the river south and launched a direct attack on Binglindu. That's our old capital of Avantlet. And if they easily start a war with the Flame Empire in the south this time, will the citizens who fled from there to settle in the capital secretly assist them? After all, we have crossed the ancient feudal period and entered a civilized society, and we cannot kill them indiscriminately. That's what gives me a headache. And, if you really want to do something for the country, you'd better be able to think of something to do about it, so you can talk to Rex II. Well, here you go. Philo threw a letter at Wright.

"Let's not look at it for the time being, I'll feel the potion first. These things can be seen sooner or later, but with only two bottles of potions, I might be able to find some divine guidance. I think if it were Mr. Kyle, he would have agreed with me, that with the substantial protection of the gods, empires can be eternal. It just so happens that there aren't many guests here, so I'll go to the back and feel it. Wright said, holding the No. 1 magic potion in his backpack in his hand, finding a place against the window, opening the cap of the bottle, and sucking in the mysterious aura that wafted from it.

"Alas. Philo shook his head and continued to check the military information at hand, he thought about it, but did not take back the letter handed to Wright.

"Blessed by the god of water. Wright began to chant the incantation.

"I am now completely your apostle. ”

"I'm using your powers. ”

"Please tell me something mysterious. ”

"What kind of deeper dreams will the potion lead me to. ”

“ us shikmiryuqir。 (Central)"

He felt a floating sensation as the aroma of mint mixed with the scent of several indescribable plant liquids poured into Wright's nostrils.

Immediately after, he saw a white world that seemed to be able to merge everything, and a strange sound like the mournful cry of a beast.

"Dumb - dumb. ”