Olaf changed into a purple silk robe, and put on a gray wool waistcoat to show off his fair skin, and his honey-colored curls after bathing showed his original color, and he was now sitting in a wide oak chair, revealing a noble temperament. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the first time for Takehito to enter the Governor's Palace, a representative building that symbolized the imperial power of the Rhodes Empire, always reminding the remnants of the Rising Sun Empire who the master was. Contrary to what he had imagined, the Doge's Palace was built in the style of Ancient Serves, with archers hidden in its tall towers and guards standing at the door, but as soon as he entered it, he found traces of the Rising Sun Empire everywhere: among the greenery of the Doge's Palace, bamboo, Peonies occupy a large proportion, and there are water lilies in the middle of the garden's pool, and the governor's office is even more distinctive: on the oak tables and chairs, which are special products of the province of Tax, there are ceramic teacups from the Rising Sun Empire, which are steeped in black tea from Gasganik, and the largest wall of the office is hung with the Empire's thunder lion flag, and on the opposite wall is an ink painting of the Rising Sun Empire.

"It's messy, isn't it?" Olaf scratched his honey-colored curls, smiled, and casually pointed to the displays in the office, "Some of my colleagues often laugh at my taste, and I always collect what I like, not what style I like." In the Governor's office in the province of Tax, oak tables and chairs, off-white walls, and black-and-white carpets are Dio Vinccart's favorites, and if you go to Lord Tux's castle, my God, you'll be overwhelmed with black-and-white, off-white tones. ”

Wu Ren shook his head and replied in a low voice, "In my opinion, the collection of adults has unique regional characteristics. ”

Olaf laughed and patted the oak table: "I think so too, women in various provinces have a unique charm, a wide range of knowledge, and an eye-opener. Collectibles are like women, aren't they?"

Such a lascivious and lascivious person is actually the governor of the province. Wu Ren's face was expressionless, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart.

Olaf waved his hand: "Forget it, your face is red at the mention of women." Don't always put on that bitter and hateful face, just like a 40-year-old old man. He restrained his smile and stopped rambling: "Thank you today, Takehito." What do you think of those yellow turban mobs?"

"The Restorationists. Takehito's heart tightened. Be careful, he's tempting you.

Olaf rested his cheek with one hand and tapped the table with the fingers of the other: "What do you think?"

Takehito swallowed his saliva and clenched his fists, a drop of sweat running down his cheek. How do I answer? He's testing my side. He chose to talk nonsense and slowly spit out his words: "I feel that the Restorationists are a threat to the rule of the Empire. ”

Olaf closed one eye and looked at Takehito: "I look at you with my left eye now, as long as you move, I can't see the movement of the right half of your body, look with the right eye, the same." Look with two eyes, your movements can't escape my eyes. Do you know what I'm trying to say? Look at the problem, the angle is different, the conclusion is different. ”

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the displays in his office: "The collections of various provinces, when viewed individually, feel chic, but when they are placed together, they are said to be messy. The same is true of the Empire, especially in Takehito, Sunset Province. ”

Wu Ren nodded silently.

Olaf clasped his hands to his chest and said, "The Fuguo faction has been loyal to the Sun Empire for decades, and for them, there is only one empire on the mainland. From the Rhodes Empire, they are just a little spark left over from the defeated country, and the threat is not great, but it is very annoying. ”

A spark can start a prairie fire. Takehito blinked, he didn't say the words.

Olaf took a sip of steaming black tea, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and continued: "But in the eyes of conservatives, when the Sun Dynasty fell, it was the Rhodes Empire that ruled this vast territory, and for decades, the empire gave enough tolerance to the Sunset Province, and the remnants of the Rising Sun Empire still continue to live. ”

Wu Ren blurted out: "No, they are inferior. With that, he regretted it, and he was retorting to the governor.

Olaf shook his head: "In fact, after the destruction of the Four Holy Cities, the people sent by the Empire helped you rebuild your homeland. ”

"That's ......," Takehito quickly shut up.

Olaf waved his hand: "I know what you have to say, in order to consolidate the rule of the empire. But I don't think it's a life-or-death relationship between different cultures and beliefs. It's like I use a ceramic teacup from Sunset Province to brew Gasganik's black tea. Just like you, boy, a remnant of the Rising Sun Empire, but a magician of the Rhodes Empire. I'm optimistic about you, boy. ”

"Optimistic about me?" Takehito wondered.

"Unlike previous governors, I was born in Sunset Province. I also like the essence of the legacy of the Sun dynasty. Olaf pointed to the ink painting on the wall, "I want to find a way, a path that no one has walked before, to shut up the Nationalists." What I have in mind is to delegate power to you, the remnants of the Sun Dynasty, so that you can truly integrate into the empire. ”

"I don't understand, sir...... What are you looking for me to talk about your ideals?" Takehito frowned, Olaf's ideals made his heart move.

"I will write a letter recommending you to Lieutenant General Daken of the 101st Regiment stationed in the province and ask him to reuse you. Well done, boy. Olaf patted Takehito on the shoulder, "Take the road that no one has walked before." ”

The long, slender road seems narrower than before, and beside the road is a large field with a few scattered houses, either thatched huts or low houses made of mud and straw. Looking at the top of the mountain not far away, the cherry trees on the top of the mountain have begun to bear fruit, and the green of the mountains is full of countless stars of red.

Wu Ren stretched his brows and quickened his pace.

Halfway up the mountainside, a boy with a brown headband on his head, rolled up his sleeves, and leggings tied to his feet, was climbing a tree, picking cherries diligently. Hearing the footsteps, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Takeren, it's Brother Takeren who is back!ahhh

"Magic! it's magic!" the boy shouted cheerfully, jumping and jumping, "Brother Wuren, you have really learned magic!"

As soon as he shouted, a wave of people poured out from the seven or eight houses large and small on the mountainside, and Takehito was familiar with many people.

"It's really Takehito, he's grown so big. Niu Bo rubbed his eyes and leaned on crutches, "Three years, three years." ”

"Magic! he can magic!" the boy pointed to the cherry tree, "Brother Takehito just saved me with magic!"

Hearing him say this, some of the villagers whispered, some looked at Wu Ren, some snorted, and some were skeptical.

The second uncle crossed her waist and looked Wuren up and down: "You're back, where is the money?"

"Money, what money?" Takehito was confused.

The second uncle glared, pointed at Wu Ren and scolded: "Your father said that you are in the academy of the barbarians, and you have money to send back every month." Don't mention how angry your family is, as soon as you see the envelope that sent money, the tax collector will give your family three points. ”

Wu Ren understood the words of the second uncle, every month the empire mailed the family a magician subsidy, and he touched the back of his head: "This is a good thing, what are you scolding me for?"

"It's not your gambler father, who said that you made a lot of money in the academy, and lied to us that you were going to go to the city to do a big deal, and the capital was not enough, so you borrowed from us, we want to let your family pay three points for the tax collectors, and the money will be sent every month, so let your second uncle follow him to the city, as a result, he gambled all the money, and the two of them were beaten, now it's okay, your second uncle can't work in the field, and he still owes a lot of debt!" Father's debt to the son is repaid, it is justified!"

The villagers were still pointing at the beginning, but as soon as the second uncle and mother said it, they all rushed over, this one said to pay back, and the other said to pay back.

"I ...... I don't even know if what you're saying is true......" Wu Ren's face turned white and waved his hand repeatedly.

"Don't pay him back, do you?" someone yelled.

The villagers surrounded him, fists coming from all directions, Takehito blocked it with his hands, and he subconsciously held on to a cherry tree. The cherry tree bent down its branches and hugged the second uncle. The cherry trees on the side suddenly burst into flames, leaving the villagers stunned, and when they reacted, some shouted, "Monster!

"Kill the monster!" "Kill him!"

The ground was walled with earthen walls, and some of the cherry trees were burning, some swaying like living people.

"Monster, run, run!"

No, I can't control the magic. Takehito stared blankly at his hands and realized that the academy had forcibly authorized me to give me intermediate magic, and I couldn't control it.

When the flames were extinguished, the cherry grove lost 20%, and when they saw Takehito, everyone closed the door as if they were hiding from the plague.

Takehito was frustrated, and was about to step into the house with his leg up, when his father smashed a stick on his head, and immediately bled profusely.

"You monster! you have learned the magic of a barbarian!" the father's eyes were filled with horror, and the mother hid behind her in fright, and looked at his sister blankly.

"It's magic. Takeren covered his head with one hand and blocked the stick with the other, and the wooden stick was bent at 90 degrees in his hand, "I'm a magician, father, mother, I'm back." ”

"Get out!" the mother screamed, as if she had exhausted all her strength, "You're not my child!

No one agrees with me, not even my parents. Magicians are outliers. The people of Rhodes do not agree with my origin in the Sunset Province, and the people of my hometown do not agree that I am a magician.

With a discouraged, disappointed, and sad temperament, Wu Ren looked at his family in front of him with tears in his eyes. Take the path that no one has taken before. He suddenly remembered the words of Governor Olaf.

"Father, mother, and child will come back, and they will come back with honor. Wu Ren knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed.

"Get out, monster!" the mother said hoarsely.

"Get out!" the father did not dare to slap him with a wooden stick again.

Wu Ren stood up, turned around and stepped out of the threshold, and his father behind him shouted: "Money!

Takeren gritted his teeth, took out all the Imperial Marks from his arms, a full 1,000 yuan Imperial Marks, threw them on the ground, and strode away without looking back.

Take the path that no one has taken before. The blood on his head is still flowing, and the blood in his heart is flowing into a river.