Alone, he walked on a boardwalk across a small river in the cave, and in the distance was a narrow wooden gate that could only pass through one person.

A woman stood there. A tall man, with a long figure, short curly hair slightly upturned, and a white silver scepter held in his bony right hand.

She turned slowly.

Her left eye was covered by blonde hair, and James could only see her right eye, which was clear as water.

"You ......"

James looked around, and realized that he was in the same robber cave that had been. Behind the woman rushed a multitude of people with a raging fire in their bodies, screaming and roaring, and letting out miserable screams—they rushed towards themselves.

"I ......"

James immediately understood, and those people looked at the robber he had burned to death with a half-hung magic fireball that day, and immediately knew that he was in a dream. He had already had the same dream I don't know how many times.

This time, the dream was a little different except for the horror. As the flaming robbers rushed over, the tall, expressionless woman James had never seen before meant nothing at all.

It wasn't until James was consumed by the flames on those men, and it wasn't until James glanced at the woman at the last moment before waking up that the young woman moved.

The corners of her mouth curled into a penetrating, terrifying, shuddering smile. The flowing breeze in the cave blew through the woman's hair, and James saw a hideous sneer hidden only in her right eye.

James snapped his eyes open and jumped out of bed, gasping for air. Even the first time he was burned to death by the fire of those dreams, James was never so frightened. The woman he had never met and suddenly appeared brought him an indescribable sense of fear. In the dream, James seemed to feel a pair of calm eyes staring at him, but he did not leave a calm heart to observe.

A young soldier in armor lifted the tent and held a plate of food on the table.

"Sergeant Damac asked me to bring over the routine breakfast. There seemed to be some contempt in the soldier's eyes. "Eat better than we ......"

After the soldiers left, James sighed as he listened to the loud and loud sound of training outside.

"Hey, Master, get up!"

He put a coat on himself, then rolled over and stood next to the other bed, patting Janod, who was still asleep.

"Woo......"

The white-haired old man with a big beard rolled over and said reluctantly.

"Sleep ......"

James has black lines all over his head. No wonder the soldier looked down on his own people. James and Giarnold came to the barracks purely to eat and drink. James didn't do anything serious at all except train with Sergeant Damac on weekdays. As for Janold, apart from using his magic to trick some recruits, he only has two things to do: wandering around and sleeping.

James looked at the sunlight that had already poured into the tent, and he knew it was time for training.

Damac is the commander of this 200-man guard. According to his words, the size of this army should have increased tenfold, but now the nobles of the royal family did not care about the threat of orcs at all, and they only loved to hold banquets and power struggles except to eat and drink and wait for death. So when Damac took over this pitifully small army, he basically didn't plan to attack.

"If I can get my hands on the orcs' battle plan, I'll be able to convince the royals to send more men here. Damac said when they first met.

Damac came to the door in person. After stationing his army at the back gate of Kingsbridge, he immediately carried his sword and visited James, the great villain among the residents of Kingsbridge. A middle-aged man with muscles all over his body, five big and three thick, and a little hunchbacked running over in full armor to find him, an ordinary little adventurer, immediately made James fall into a great panic.

But just as James was ready to fight, Damac suddenly patted James on the back with astonishing force—which almost broke his ribs—and exclaimed:

"Boy, how about we go and bring down Nebros and a bunch of old nobles?"

"I ......"

Damac snorted at him.

"I heard about you, boy! At first I chose to take the crowd's word, but when I went to see for myself who Nebros really was, I thought it was a fucking villain!" he spat at the Blue Mist. "Look at you like this...... So, how can you possibly collude with robbers? Nebros looks like a guy who does this kind of thing......"

James was frightened by Damac's frame, and was stunned for a long time before stammering:

"He, he...... What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Damac kicked a pebble with his foot. "I came from Freetown to New Garand to pick up my assignment and then came to Kingsbridge non-stop, and he made me wait in the hall for five or six hours. Forget about waiting, but later found out that he was delayed to go to the drama with an unknown southern woman. I was very angry and asked him why the walls of Kingsbridge couldn't be made of stone, and he replied that I had no money......"

James stood aside, looking at Damac with an embarrassed expression, scolding, and not daring to say a word. Then, James was forced to talk to Damac one by one, and when James talked about his grievances, Damac burst into tears on the spot and invited James and Giarnold, who was walking away at the time, to live in his barracks.

"Our army needs people with a sense of justice like you. Seeing the recruits grinding and refusing to participate in the training, I wanted to kick them. ”

The free lodging and free food made James's eyes shine, so he automatically ignored the fact that he had been a deserter, and even booked a spot for the Janold that Damac had never met.

Therefore, James and Janold moved from the simple tent they had originally set up to the large and spacious barracks tent. Since he was domineering on that day, Giarnold has reverted to his original unserious old man's appearance. He knew that after eating and drinking, he was idle all day, and did almost nothing but use magic to tease soldiers who had never seen magic before.

James, you're embarrassed about eating soft rice, so you always want to find something to do to show your worth, although Damac doesn't seem to care at all.

After a few days of contact, James found that Damac was a little nervous, but he was very upright and kind, and he was also very arrogant, and he didn't pay attention to people - if he had been careful, he wouldn't have taken James and Giarold into his barracks so boldly - jealous and hateful, his views on people were written in action, he admired force, and his mind was full of muscles. James liked him very much, but he couldn't say anything from the bottom of his heart. This person does not understand the delicate feelings of other people's hearts, and when he encounters a sad person, he will always pat him on the back with great force, tell others that everything will pass, and then leave what has just happened behind. James tried to tell Damac about his dreams and the confusion they caused him, but he couldn't.

As for his own master......

James looked back at Giarnold, who was rolling and muttering on the bed, and sighed.

Forget it......

The only one in the entire Kingsbridge who treats him as an ordinary adventurer, as a young man with no black history, except for Giarold and Damac, there is only one female priest named Alta.

Alta was the sole ruler of the Three Holy Altars in Kingsbridge, and spent most of the rest of his time preaching in Damac's barracks, except for certain sermon times. Many of the young soldiers who were originally non-religious believed in Arta's evil spirits and began to chant the contents of the Moon Sutra all day long:

O Saint Thuram of wisdom!

You embrace the sun, moon and stars

In a crystal palace that never decays

Guiding us forward

To the other side of eternity!

......

The first time James met the pastor in her early 30s, he was noticed. James had an ominous premonition every time he saw her, because Alta was always looking at James with an indescribable gaze when he was caught off guard, and once James came back to his senses, that gaze dissipated and transformed into a calm and peaceful look.

She has long black hair and is always coiled behind her head. Although she is not too young, her skin is extremely well maintained, delicate and smooth, and it is as pleasing to the eyes as a baby's skin. She has a pair of deep black eyes, always speaks slowly, unhurriedly, and has a strange confident temperament.

But James didn't like her. He smelled a cunning hidden under her noble temperament. Whenever James recalls a conversation with her, he breaks out in a cold sweat. Alta never uttered a single word to make his position clear, and he never took sides. Her words were so flawless that James couldn't find a single loophole. Even the Three Holy Sects, which Arta was familiar with and believed in, always spoke in a relaxed and calm tone when she talked about it, without the slightest hint of respect.

James knew that she was an extremely old and scheming woman, so normally, James would say hello indifferently when he saw Alta, and then leave quickly, unwilling to mix too much. He was afraid that if he said a few more words, someone like Arta would come up with some hidden information. This kind of person sees through human nature and the world, but only quietly acts as a bystander. This kind of person is the most dangerous.

Now James no longer bothered with the inheritance book, and although he often dreamed that he would accept the large inheritance and live a prosperous life, the desire was no longer strong. James made an appointment with Sergeant Damac in the barracks, and Damac would personally train James in hand-to-hand combat, and sword and parrying skills would be taught by Damac after James completed the assessment.

However, although James has found what he should do every day and will not be idle anymore, he still feels surprisingly lonely.

In the small forest village where he lived in childhood, he has a few playmates who play well and villagers who take good care of him, so he doesn't feel lonely even without his parents. And ever since James embarked on an adventurous path to inherit the so-called inheritance, the word loneliness has accompanied him like the wind, and he has never forsaken it.

When James first meets Aidane, he quickly dedicates his friendship to him, but Adamne is a thief and a liar, which makes James feel greatly disappointed in the outsiders. After his first defeat, he was wary of the second time he met the kind but vulgar Joseph, and thus missed many opportunities to exchange his heart. By the time James had come to his senses, Joseph had left forever.

James thought that Kingsbridge was a new beginning, but this time he not only did not make any close friends, but was spurned by everyone. Everyone here would turn their faces away at the sight of him, with a look of hatred or disdain, only to restrain a little when Giarnold appeared. This made James unusually painful - he was well aware of his cowardice, but he was indifferent to it. In the face of the facts, James is powerless.

After all, I would have nightmares for a week even if I burned a few robbers......

He sighed, trying to throw his cowardice and cowardice out of the clouds. He still doesn't understand that paralyzing himself is extremely easy, and it is extremely difficult to escape from weakness.