With a wave of his hand, the crystal coffin shattered, and Kyle quickly left with Tim.

"After all, I'm a commander, and it's too much to leave the tower. He explained.

"......" Mu En was silent for a long time, and asked cautiously, "That's—Mr. Tim is still ...... All right. His voice was soft, as if he was afraid that the slightest heavy tone would be too much for Tim to bear.

Kyle nodded and shook his head, "His mental power is not too strong, and it is fortunate that he didn't die after that level of mental impact, but in the future, he may only be in bed and unconscious of the outside world until the end of his life." ”

"He's only in his forties......" When he said this, Mu En's mood was obviously too low.

"With such trauma, he may only live another 200 years. ”

Mu En squatted down and hugged his head, his eyes half red.

"Two hundred years old...... It's been a long time. At the end, he cried with a trembling voice, as if he couldn't believe it.

"I don't want anyone to sacrifice for me anymore, I really don't want to......" Mu En knelt down, tears flowing uncontrollably from her eyes.

He wasn't really familiar with Tim, he didn't even know his name until that day, and at most it would have felt a little familiar.

But in Kyle's description, Mune can't help but imagine his helpless but resolute face falling beside him, and then he can only close his eyes and endure a hundred years of loneliness alone. It reminded him of his friend, the first person to stand in front of him and let him escape.

Death is too lonely, and all love and good memories must be abandoned.

I can't bear it, and I don't want to have to watch you bear it weakly.

Because you are my best memory.

——

The air was particularly light after the bloody battle in the rain, and Mu En stood on the mound outside the city, looking out at the small river bank in the distance. The swing my father had made for him was long gone, but a new one had sprouted from the broken branches.

Mu En crossed his arms, not knowing what he was thinking, but behind him, Simon was stroking a song that had been sung by his predecessors in praise of the four seasons.

"I'm ......" Muen half-turned, looked at Simon and stopped talking.

Simon was still immersed in the rhythm as if he hadn't heard, and around him, the elements of the wind slowly floated and resonated with his rhythm and spread far away.

Mu En stopped talking and quietly waited for the song to end.

The idea of the song seems to be slightly different from other songs of the four seasons, the spring of growth and the autumn of harvest are slightly gloomy, and at the end of the autumn song, it gradually tends to be mild and comfortable.

"The seasons never stop, my lord. "Simon has been by Muen's side since he wrote the epic poem when Muen was ten years old, and he was naturally there when Muen went to the tower before.

The troubadour stood up and looked at Muen, who was calm and awaited his next words.

"We have killed our own lives and our best friends, and if we cannot fail to accept them calmly, but indulge in them. One day, we will also be the nourishment for the growth of all things. ”

Mu En nodded slightly, turned his body back, still looking at the amusement park of his childhood, and said slowly after a long time: "Maybe what you said makes sense, but I can't accept it - that's too cold, if I'm really such a person, then how can I have friends." ”

"I don't mean to let you let go of your hatred, but I hope that your heart can be like this vast green plain, which is exhausted and reborn every year. Every despair strengthens you and makes you aware of your purpose. Only a giant tree with a lofty ambition can stand for a thousand years. ”

Mu En raised his head slightly, letting the late summer wind pour into his nose and breathe deeply. He stretched out his finger to the not-so-tall tree in the distance and said, "Actually, I'm calming down now and thinking about it, what I want to be is a leaning tree that is not too tall and inconspicuous." What I mean by this is that like ordinary people, they may work hard all their lives and can barely provide for their relatives and friends, so that at least no one will be hurt by my decision. With that, he closed his eyes again, this time if it weren't for his own sloppiness, maybe Tim wouldn't have ended up in this place, which made him feel extremely guilty, and those moral senses imprinted in his soul had always bound his heart and kept him from getting out of trouble.

He just didn't think it was a bad thing.

"Ordinary people have the suffering of ordinary people. Simon said, "In my hometown, my talent is not bad, but because I don't have the money to go to a good school, I have to figure it out on my own, and as you say, there are a lot of mistakes." And if my parents were still around, I probably wouldn't have chosen to be a bard, maybe I would have become a music teacher in my hometown. The weak will be oppressed, adults. You are a good person and can respect everyone almost equally and politely, but many 'adults' are not like you, they are harsh and tyrannical and spit on the soles of your feet and spit on the kind of leisure life you imagined, and if you want to live a peaceful life, deterrence is still an extremely necessary thing. And I don't have that ability anymore - but I hope there will be more capable and kind-hearted people like you, so that the strong will protect the weak, and the world will be a better place. ”

Mu En slowly walked down the hill, and suddenly thought of the "Theory of Human Politics" that he had read, the author of that book compared the people to a flock of sheep, if there was no pressure, they would just stay where they were, and in the end they would lose even the ability to run.

"There's a generality to every truth, Simon. They may be good, but they may also be out of touch. The young boy said from a distance in front of Simon.

Later, Muen asked Simon to go back to the city and wait for him, and he stood alone in front of the somewhat crooked tree for a long time, and in a trance he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

Turning his head, he looked a little kind, it seemed that he had bullied his own teenagers, and those three teenagers were only seventeen or eighteen years old, right?

They had hoes and rakes in their hands, and a cow in their hands, as if they were going to reclaim the wasteland outside the city, and when they saw that Mu En seemed to be a little panicked, they then hurriedly knelt down and said something regretful to him, because Mu En was the first person in hundreds of years to enter the top four of the academy competition, and the best result of his own lord was only about twenty.

Therefore, after they saw the propaganda of the province, they began to fear, if the clumsiness of their youth was hated by Mu En, their lives would be much more difficult in the future.

The scene in Mu En's eyes seemed to have returned to nearly ten years ago, when they looked like they were not afraid of heaven and earth, how long has it been?

I've been lucky enough not to ask for more.

He looked at the people he didn't hate, but he certainly didn't like, time had punished them in his place, so Muen shook his head, told them that he was relieved, and blessed them to be good people.

The three teenagers made non-standard etiquette to Mu En as if they had been pardoned, Mu En was suddenly very sad, looking at those people who were sophisticated, it seemed that the young man was far away from him at this moment, but he didn't have time to feel it carefully.

Leaving slowly, Mu En suddenly felt that it seemed that it was precisely because he knew too much and thought too much that he had lost the courage he should have had at this age in many things.

"I said that I want to create a world where everyone can compete to be strong, and the strong will protect the weak, no one will be oppressed, and no one will be hurt. ”

"Even if it's not doomed. ”

"I'm going to do it too. ”

When the old people open their eyes and look at themselves and look at the younger generations who have grown up, they often blurt out that they feel that time is like the waves rushing to water. Thousands of miles away.

The little trees inadvertently stood side by side with the old trees that had spent a long time.

On this day, Mu En swam through the flowing water of time, and stood at the origin again and saw a new route.

It doesn't matter, it's an endless road.

Half a month later, Medanzo's protracted purge was finally coming to an end, and I heard that the final battle was a tough battle, and the lord was not carried back on a stretcher, and before he could heal from his injury, he realized that he and Kyle were scolded by the people sent from above, and his life was a little depressed. Kyle got the news that he was going to stay here for a long time, compared to his position in the Bafang Town Tower, mainly because he violated the rules by acting privately. The rules are greater than the sky, and the name Ansher does not work in front of the imperial capital envoys.

However, as I said before, Kyle actually likes this historic province a lot, and he just took this opportunity to take a walk around the old city, and the administrative problems left over from the previous explosion are not under his control, so it would be good to give those people in the lord's mansion a headache, and it was a very big administrative mistake for the previous commander to fall and the tower and the lord were unaware, which was the main reason why Medanzo was scolded. However, the fault of picketing is the fault of picketing, and if the magician rebels, the work of sweeping the tail still needs to be solved by him, the new commander, he visited various places where the explosion occurred, and with the continuous groping of the remnants, he came up with a rough pattern of the fortress circle in the old city.

But his mood didn't get any better, as he found things getting more complicated.

"This kind of circle is definitely not something he can draw as a green-robed waste, even if I want to draw it, it will take years, and it is even more difficult to make it without attracting attention. These days, Kyle is reading every day with the lights up, as if he is back to the tension of preparing for exams when he was in the Tower.

"The places that were blown up were all nodes and hubs of mana, which means that the one who destroyed the circle was at least a ...... Senior senior magister, otherwise it is basically impossible to enter the fortress without the other party noticing. ”

Kyle himself can only roughly perceive the range of the circle, but if he wants to find the nodes and eyes of the circle in it, it is unlikely that he will not have a few hours of work, and if he wants to enter quietly, he is not likely at all.

"There is a master secretly assisting, is it to protect Mu En?But with such strength, there is no need to go to great lengths to find the node to destroy, if you want to, you can directly kill Wilk on the spot. He didn't quite understand the joints, but there was definitely some information he didn't know or hadn't noticed.

The source of the supply of magic power was found in the castle, and it was more than a dozen people who were transformed into magic reserves, but they were actually alive, but the circuits on their bodies were forcibly engraved into the appearance of being born purely for the magic reserves.

According to Kyle's restoration, the green-robed waste that was only at the level of a magus had not fully activated the power of this magic circle, otherwise he could have even fought at two ends at that time.

This can only be blamed for Wilk's level of mental manipulation is too low, and he didn't even notice that his big array of eyes was moved.

In Medanzo's manor, the lord was now able to exercise without hindrance and immediately threw himself into work, and after analysis, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Obviously, the sorcerer in the final battle was waiting for him, the situation at that time was dangerous and he was almost run away by the sorcerer, if it wasn't for Medanzo's ruthlessness, he must chase after and kill that person, the sorcerer would not die and he would not be so seriously injured, and according to the normal plan, I am afraid that as soon as I return to the city, there will be a big "surprise" waiting to send me to the end.

"It's really a bully, and it's bullying to the doorstep. Medanzo beckoned to the butler and ordered him to step up the purchase of the city's defense-type magic guide, and start the talent recruitment plan to serve himself.

"Why did the lord suddenly become generous. The old butler, who had served the Medanzo family for three generations, teased.

"Isn't it like I was almost killed by someone, and I was afraid in my heart. You can't laugh at me, or I'll deduct your wages. Medanzo also teased.

"How dare the old slave. ”

Recently, Mu En has been soaking in the library every day to check materials, of course, he knows that simply reading books cannot make him stronger, but what he is seeking now is to find a medicine or spell that can restore the soul of others.

For Tim.

It's really hard to think about it, although Mu En actually knew that there was a problem with his Kenn soul some time ago, he didn't look for a solution for himself like this.

"Kyle-sama, I'd like to know what is going on with Mistress Tim, so I'd like to find a way. ”

"There's basically no way," Kyle shook his head, "I can understand your feelings, but this situation is almost inexplicable, and there are only a handful of methods that exist in the legends. ”

"For example?"

"The sacrifice of the unicorn. ”

Tim's family was about to give up, and Tower promised them a stipend equivalent to that of a martyr's family, and a half-level increase.

In this case, when Tim is unable to choose on his own, whether to live or die is often to respect the opinions of the warrior's family, and Tim's wife has a disagreement with his parents because of this, because if he has to take care of Tim who has no chance to wake up, it will consume a lot of assets and may lead to making ends meet, so Tim's wife hopes that Tim can "leave without pain." And the parents could not be willing to stop there, especially Tim's mother, who looked very young, and had cried blind in one eye for three days, and they could not bear to leave the only son in the family like this, and died not on the battlefield at the border but at the decision of his wife.

But it's really hard to distinguish between right and wrong feelings, and after Mu En learned the news, he rarely wanted to try tobacco, and then his coughing lungs almost flew out.

"Can you say ...... Was she wrong. Mu En had been depressed these days, and Simon sat behind him, not knowing what to answer, he just instinctively felt that such a decision would make him angry.

"Destined not to wake up, what a desperate word......" Mu En's tone and tone of voice became slower and calmer than before, but anyone could hear the strong emotions contained in that seemingly peaceful tone.

"Take him, Simon. We'll take care of him. Muen coughed, poured the cigarette out of his pipe, and stood up like a tired old man.

"You can't save everyone, my lord. Simon felt that as a penman, he still needed to remind this sentimental adult.

"But at least he's because I've sacrificed so much, so I'm going to do everything I can to save him. He is my compatriot, my comrade-in-arms, his soul is not inferior to mine, and his value is not inferior to that of anyone. ”

Simon stood up and bowed slightly to Mu En and said, "I understand, my lord." As you wish. ”

After Simon left, Muen had tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, "The world has never been as I wanted. He leaned against the wall, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Demonic creatures and sorcerers have united? ”

In the bustling imperial capital, the prime minister, Tavasis, and Diago sat around the round table, while King Annu sat on the throne and looked around at these powerful beings.

But there is no one who can influence the shape of the continent, otherwise there is no need for the beings to form a nation. And now, it seems that because Atlantis is the country with the strongest comprehensive national strength on this road, it has been penetrated the deepest, although the prosperity of celebrations and festivals is still the same, but the high-ranking people look down from the top of the mountain, but they are not optimistic. The secret music sent from all places is not comfortable, although most of them fail, but on the other hand, if the sorcerers do succeed in lurking, there will be no relevant information on the emperor's table.

Although the Kings Realm was pushed away from the main world by the previous forces, the situation was somehow, and there were more and more signs of getting out of control.

In the Forest of Avalon, the Elven King's sword was unsheathed, and the sorcerer who fell in front of him was purified by the powerful power of the saint before he had a chance to pollute the forest, and he disappeared without a trace.

"Although the sorcerers and demonic creatures have different forms and purposes, there is no doubt that the source of their power comes from 'that' place. Help frowned, some maggots had recently been sent into the forest like death, and he couldn't help but wonder if the three inverted thrones that had survived countless years were broken in their brains.

Oh yes, they don't have brains at all, only skeletons.