"Are you?, how do you sound this sound familiar?" Wright guessed in a low voice.

But in the slightly dark room, except for a little moonlight outside the window, it could not show the face of the person in front of him.

Friend?

Wright couldn't tell the difference for a moment, so he could only continue to hold the pistol to the head of the person in front of him, and gradually descend the stairs.

"Hmph, familiar? I can't hear my voice after just a few days of leaving, and yes, I've had a cold lately. Naturally, it was because of the flu brought from the countries of the east. But even if your voice is hoarse, you can still perceive some subtle feelings. Remember?" said the man, not hiding the smile from the corner of his mouth.

"I may have been too tired for the past two days, but I haven't gotten to the point where I can't remember anything, who are you? If you are a soldier of the Imperial Army, why would you use such a lewd way to carry out a sneak attack? If my magic power hadn't given me some instructions beyond the spirit, I think my chest would have been pierced by the gun in your hand at this moment. Now that I'm in the ascendancy, right, then you'll have to tell me your purpose, or I'll not let go of an assassin who broke into my private house without saying hello. Of course, you'd better give me a suitable reason, or it won't let you go either. Wright glanced at the "Wild Bear" brand pistol in his hand and warned.

"Think about it, Wright, don't you have a place for me in your memory? Think about why you left the army and returned to this town that has no hope of development, the largest city in the Avontele Empire is the Ice Forest, Ice City is only a quasi-first sequence city, and Shamonta Town doesn't even seem to be a third sequence city. The capital of the southern part of the Desert Province can only be regarded as a third-and-a-half city, and the yellow sand will not give you a chance. I'd like to believe that you left out of a sense of righteous indignation. But I believe that during the current truce between the Empire and Cruz, our Emperor Rex II will not choose to sit idly by. Countless military factories will continue to produce, and a veteran like you, who has never been to the battlefield, will definitely get a chance to serve the Empire. The man grinned strangely as he bared his white teeth as Wright analyzed the current situation in the Empire.

It doesn't look like someone who wants my life.

Thinking like this, Wright's inner vigilance relaxed a lot, and his mind searched for the name that matched the information in front of him among the few names.

"Long live the frost!" the man shouted without warning, and in Wright's somewhat confused eyes, he stretched out his right hand and made an upward grabbing gesture 45 degrees obliquely upward.

Immediately after, the sound of water running through Wright's ears echoed, an illusion he produced every time his demonic power surged.

It was as if the unknown beast in the deep sea was gradually awakening with the old dominator.

The sound of the bubbles became more and more intense as the sea surface stirred.

Under Wright's hallucination, just a second away, the beast would rush up from the bottom, completely engulfing Wright's entire body, and then pulling him into a dream that he would never wake up from.

He has a deep-sea phobia, and he feels dizzy whenever he stands on a ship, or imagines something like this in his head.

This is true even in hallucinations or hallucinations.

Inadvertently, tiny beads of sweat gradually appeared on Wright's forehead, and they hugged each other, gradually forming several crystal clear "gems" that even reflected the moonlight.

Even his right hand, which was holding the pistol, began to tremble slightly.

Bang!

Wright seemed to hear what sounded like a cannon firing, followed by the sound of water rushing upwards and the deep-sea beast sticking its tentacles out of the water.

He felt a slight chill in his neck, then a slight sensation of heat.

It was only when the tentacles of the beast pierced his heart that he suddenly awoke from his hallucination, panting and staring slightly blankly ahead.

"You're still so indecisive, Wright. By the way, you really don't remember me?" he smiled.

It was only when everything in front of him was back to its normal furnishings that Wright noticed the voice behind him.

Behind?

Wright subconsciously raised his hand, but it was empty.

"Where's my pistol?" Wright blurted out.

"The advantage of the 'Wild Bear' pistol is its power, and its weight has a much worse rate of fire. You're still the same as when you first joined the army, although your physical fitness is already above mine, and you still have a lot of research on ancient magic powers, but you always ignore a lot of things, like me behind you, and the pistol on your head. The man continued to speak in a hoarse voice, and with a light turn, he chose to speak face-to-face with Wright.

After staring at the person in front of him for two or three seconds, Wright finally matched a character buried deep in his mind, he breathed a sigh of relief, put one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him wearing the uniform of a dark blue imperial soldier, and said with a little disbelief:

"I didn't expect you to be here, and I came to my room with such ease. I almost took you for a spy on the enemy country. Philo Wood, I thought you were dead, or I wouldn't have come here in a fit of rage to explore the mystery. Although that was only a month ago. Wright said, ignoring the fact that there was a torch on his forehead, and walked to the wooden table beside him in three or two steps, took out the match in his bosom, and skillfully lit the kerosene lamp.

Wow!

After the sound of flames passed, the light finally returned to the dim room.

"You remember me, you didn't recognize me on purpose. Want to test me?" Philo returned the pistol to Wright with a "I already knew" expression, but instead of sitting on the couch in Wright's house, he chose to turn back and tap his hand in an imperceptible corner.

Instantly, the room was filled with a bright white light, as if it were day.

"Don't you know it's powered on?" said Philo in a mocking tone, but it was a good-natured taunt.

"You know, Shamoun was installing the wires two days ago. Wright had to blow out the kerosene lamp.

Thirty years of technological development in the Avantley Empire finally had some substantial effects in Wright's opinion.

Even the town of Shamonta on the edge of the desert can be shrouded in this light, and presumably the cities of the empire will not experience darkness again.

"Actually, I came here yesterday, and I saw that the old aunt who cleaned your room was inviting a few craftsmen to decorate the wires and light bulbs for your house, and it finally turned on, like in Ice City. Philo said proudly, and took out a small notebook from his bosom.

"Did you just come into my house and no one stopped you?" Wright wondered, sitting back on the couch and talking to Philo up close.

"I'm inviting you back to the army this time as a military observer in the capital, and that's my pass here. Not to mention a small town mayor, even if it is a front-line army commander, you have to be polite when you see me. Philo had a palpable pride on his face.

"Was that thing settled?" Wright changed the subject, asking the doubts in his mind.

"I know what you're worried about. I was indeed trapped in the ice when I was in the Great Northern Ruins, and the damned army commander chose to abandon me, and I knew you were desperate to save me. But blessed by the god of immortality, do you know who I found?" Philo's eyes seemed to glow as he said this.

"Who?" Wright curious.

"Mr. Kyle, the highest administrator of the capital. Just six hours after I had been trapped in the ice, he came here with a group of explorers. Actually, I didn't venture to that cave out of mere recklessness, but to dispel the mysterious creatures you mentioned, as well as the dragons. I can sense with the power in my body that there is a mysterious dragon there. Sure enough, you know what? Sure enough, Mr. Kyle found the Son of the Dragon from there. Philo said proudly.

"Son of the Dragon?-related to the Dragons?" this time it was Wright's turn to have a light in his eyes.

"That's right. He was a boy younger than us, but he had the wings on his back that the birdmen were proud of. You think, those birdmen can call themselves dragons, but that boy has more dragon characteristics, and has been affirmed by Mr. Kyle, he must be a real son of dragons. Before Philo could finish expressing his excitement, he paused and continued:

"So, if you return to the capital and rejoin the army this time, I can guarantee your future. Mr. Kyle is in need of talent right now, and the Holy Frost Party is now an opportunity to absorb all kinds of talent to grow and develop, and Mr. Kyle is very happy for you to join in. Remember the Constitution Law of Eventerley Zero fifty years ago, when in the next election we will be the largest party in Parliament. Then a real peace with the Cruz Empire is possible. Philo said, placing a badge in Wright's hand.

The first second he received the badge, Wright felt a chill that penetrated his bone marrow, and he picked up the badge and put it in front of his eyes to observe.

The delicate hexagonal snowflake pattern, with the background color of sterling silver, looks like a straight handicraft, no, this is a delicate handicraft.

If I had chosen to rejoin the army, and the administrator named Kyle was also a mysteryman, maybe I would have had more opportunities, and Timod would have to go south as well, and depending on the situation there, it would be possible for Timod to stay there for half a year, well, maybe I'm on the right path.

Wright pondered, silent for a few seconds.

Although all he was thinking about was the arrangements after entering the imperial capital, in Philo's eyes, it was more like he was struggling with whether he should rejoin the army.

"I know that human nature is selfish, and I'm not talking about you. But you really haven't regressed in skill and judgment, but have become a lot stronger. In fact, I envy you, you don't have a very deep background, but you have such a strong quality. Among the ten ranks of soldiers in the Empire, you can easily get the title of First Class, which is enough to get you the title of General in exchange. I can assure you that at the recommendation of Executive Kyle, you will soon meet His Majesty Rex II, who will be able to give you what you deserve. And you also have some research on the power of the magic source, and Mr. Kyle prefers talents like you. What are you waiting for?" said Philo, tugging at Wright's collar a few times, motioning for him to make a decision as soon as possible.

"yes, what am I hesitating about?" Wright said calmly after thinking for a second more:

"I promise. ”