"Knock Knock"

At seven o'clock in the evening, under the yellowing street lamps and the shadows of the trees, Roger, who had been wandering for a long time, knocked on the slightly old wooden gate of Monsa's house.

This is a staff dormitory located in the east area of the college, as a veteran employee who has served the college for more than half a century, Monsa is fortunate to be assigned to such a small apartment in the corner, as Roger just investigated, Mengsha has been living alone here for many years.

In the apartment, Monsa wiped her hands on her apron, rubbed her waist and walked out of the cramped and cramped kitchen separated by the curtains, she sat by the fireplace and didn't want to get up again, she just heated the vegetable stew left over from lunch, and after boiling it, sprinkled with cut lamb, and then served with freshly baked white bread, it must be a good choice for dinner, after all, it does not require much advanced cooking in order to be full.

The fire was roasting warmly, and Mengsha, who was more and more afraid of the cold, squinted for a while. I don't know how long later, half-asleep, she was awakened by the dull knock on the door.

Meng Sha hurriedly got up and took off her apron, walked over quickly and opened the wooden door, and by the light at the door, she saw the young man with light brown curly hair in front of her, such a hair color is rare in Tallinn, Meng Sha was slightly stunned, but soon recognized who the young man was, frowned and couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "You are visiting the Gray Tower today? This is not a visiting area, what are you doing here?"

Roger put on a just right smile on his face, and was about to speak, when Meng Sha in front of him patted his head, "You won't come with me to pay the fine, there are regulations in the college, and the finance department of the three buildings in the west area is responsible for charging a unified fee, which is the red and white single-family building, which is not under my control." With a wave of his hand, he closed the door.

"Bang!"

Roger, who was thrown out of the door, choked on the words in his throat and only left the sound of "Ah .....", Roger patted his cheek, scolded himself, and hurriedly knocked on the door of Mengsha's house, the door opened a small crack, Mengsha showed half of his face in confusion, Roger hurriedly said flatteringly: "Auntie, I'm not here for the afternoon fine, I came to you to ask about something." ”

"If you have a problem, consult the teachers and students of the academy, what are you doing with my wife?" Meng Sha muttered and wanted to close the wooden door again, Roger reached out and hurriedly pulled the doorknob, looked at Meng Sha's eyes, and said in the fastest speed of his life: "Auntie, don't be in a hurry to close the door, I am Claire's brother, I am here to ask my brother about his disappearance fifteen years ago!"

Meng Sha was stunned, looked Roger up and down suspiciously, and said faintly for a while, "Let's talk about it first." As he spoke, he stepped back and gave way to the door, turned and led Roger into the house.

Passing through the dark porch, the dim living room against the flickering fire, Roger followed Monza step by step, and did not forget to take a closer look at the small single apartment: the whole hall was divided by the owner, the kitchen and the living room were divided into cubicles, separated by a floral curtain, and in the living room there was a table and a few chairs by the fireplace, all of which were cheap styles, and in the corner of the wall was a bookcase, scattered stacks of newspapers, travelogues, and many stacks of novels and magazines, and a small crimson totem on the top of the cabinet, which verified Roger's previous speculation that Montha had Minotaur blood。

In the kitchen on the other side, something was simmering on the orange-red fire. Roger twitched his nose, smelled a slight burnt smell, and reminded him, and then Monsha suddenly remembered the stew on the stove before, and hurriedly left Roger and hurried over to turn off the fire, but judging from the taste, Monsha's dinner must have been in the soup.

Roger found himself a chair and sat down and waited, until Montha had poured out the burnt stew. Meng Sha was not polite, and asked Roger bluntly, "Just now you said that you are Klein's younger brother?"

"It's my brother. Roger corrected earnestly.

Hearing the answer, Meng Sha looked at Roger again in detail, although the long time made her impression vague, but Roger could still vaguely see the shadow of Crane in his eyebrows.

This made Monsa even more puzzled: "Klein has been missing for more than fifteen years, and you look like you're only twenty years old, you say you're his brother?"

Roger raised his hand to lift the curly hair that had been covering his cheeks, revealing his hidden pointed ears.

"Introduce yourself, half-elf, Alfred Roger, who is now a novelist. Roger said with a bright smile.

Monsa's face softened slightly, but she obviously didn't fully believe Roger's words, "You said that you are a half-elf, but it explains your age, but how do I remember that Crane is a pure-blood human, how can you be brothers?"

Roger's smile froze on his face, and a cold sweat was about to break out, I wiped it, this question is so difficult, why didn't I think of it before.

Roger, who was weak-hearted, made a few sounds, and had a flash of inspiration, and recalled the plot of the previous Kimchi Country Dog Blood Eight o'clock in a hurry, and instantly replaced it with a sad past that I have difficult to look back on, but since you asked, I said it with a compassionate expression, and said slowly in a low voice: "That was many years ago." ”

"About sixty years ago, my mother was a Night Elf living in the Twilight Forest, home to the most powerful elven court on the continent. My mother, a hunter, was bitten by a monster on a hunting trip, fell into a coma and fell off a cliff, but was rescued by a young hunter at the bottom of the mountain, and that hunter was my father. ”

The father rescued the mother and helped her to bandage her wounds, and with his careful care and the influence of the elven blood, the mother quickly recovered, and during this time, she fell in love with the father as a matter of course, and she never returned to the Twilight Forest. ”

"Within a few years, I was born, and for as long as I can remember, we have spent more than ten years happy, but unfortunately the good times were short-lived, and we were finally discovered by the Night Elf Hunters. ”

"Auntie, you should know that in those years, slave trade was rampant in human countries, and young elves were the best goods of slave traders, and the history of blood and tears made the elves full of hatred for humans. Half-elves are even more unrecognized inferior, because they are only the product of the humiliation of the bought elves. ”

Glancing at the emotionally touched Monsa, Roger choked up and said, "No one can escape the pursuit of the children of the forest in the jungle, and we who failed to escape were taken to the tree of life to be judged by the elves. The end result was that my mother and I were imprisoned, and my father was marked as a slave and sold to no apparent location. We haven't seen him since. For the next 50 years, my mother and son lived in the forest until ....."

"In 1421, under the guidance of the Holy Light Sect, human countries signed the Pan-Continental Slavery Convention, strictly prohibiting the slave trade, and the Holy Light Sect sent the Pope to personally go to the Elf Twilight Forest, which was most harmed by the slave trade, to apologize, and in the name of the Holy Light God, he promised that no one would buy and sell the Elf Clan, so that the two races released their previous suspicions. Monsa subconsciously picked up.

"It's just a reconciliation on the surface, and the contradictions for many years will not be resolved, and the elves are still the most perfect playthings on the aristocratic bed, but there are some more bottom lines, and the two sides still have to do the surface kung fu, at least our mother and son are free. Roger, who is becoming more and more fluent, is very self-deprecating and laughing in the play.

Later, at the behest of my mother, I set out to look for my father's footprints, and although my father, who had been sold as a slave for so many years, may not have died, my mother at least did not want his bones to be discarded on the rocks. ”

"In the process of searching, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my father had escaped in a slave rebellion, and after several twists and turns, it was not until a few months ago that I found the village where my father had settled after his escape, and after inquiring with the old people in the same village, I learned that my father had married and had children there, and that my brother Klein was left behind. ”

"Knowing that I also have a half-brother, I was ecstatic to follow his footsteps to Tallinn, but I didn't expect to learn that my brother had disappeared fifteen years earlier......"

Roger lowered his head playfully, looking like he wanted to hide his reddened eyes.

"That's why I just wanted to come over and ask about you, the first aunt who found out about this, what happened back then, I wonder if Klein left any letters or relics to explain where he went?"

Meng Sha shook her head and said, "That incident was not as simple as disappearing, otherwise I wouldn't remember a student." ”

"On the day your brother disappeared, a magical shock equivalent to a fourth-level arcane power broke out from a student dormitory in the West District, and the incident happened suddenly, half of the magic facilities of the academy were destroyed. "Of course, these terms were told to me by the investigators later, and I originally called it the maelstrom."

"That incident finally failed as a magic experiment, the experimenter was involved in the spatial turbulence qualitative, and the news has been sealed to this day, if you didn't say that you are Klein's brother, these words would not have been told to you, as for any clues that can prove his traces, Crane would not have been marked missing until now, in fact, everything in that room was shattered by the broken space. ”

Hearing the answer, Roger was really depressed this time, he didn't expect that the reset fifteen years ago would make such a big move, but Roger thought about it, the nature of the reset creation is stable, and the 'eye' should probably not know where it was thrown by the spatial turbulence, and there is still hope to keep it. However, after so many years, the spatial fluctuations in that dormitory have long subsided, "Do you want to check the academy's archives to find the investigation report?" Roger thought worriedly, if he really wanted to contact the academy teacher, it was not something that could be fooled by such a set of rhetoric today.

"By the way, your brother really left you something," said Monsa, patting her head.

Is it 'eyes'?" Roger suddenly thought excitedly, and Meng Sha, who was sitting steadily, said slowly, "For so many years, no one has settled the compensation for the equipment back then." ”

"Aunt Monsa, thank you, I still have something to do, let's withdraw first" Roger didn't wait for Monsa's answer, and hurriedly got up to say goodbye. Just kidding, I can't afford to lose money if I sell so many magic devices.

"Don't forget to pay today's fine," Monsa added loudly behind Roger.

Roger fled.

The words were divided into two ends, at the same time that Roger was fabricating the origin of the elven bloodline just now, in a hidden space somewhere on the upper floor of the Gray Tower, the big man who Dean Crane was entertaining suddenly sneezed, and the rather discordant behavior made the two who were originally talking and laughing a little embarrassed, and suddenly the atmosphere in the room became subtle.

Caesar, the night elf, came back to his senses, and the thin shadow shrouded his body again, and he smiled gently, "It seems that someone misses me," he said, playing with the round beads in his hand, "In our native tradition, sneezing is the result of someone behind your back." ”

"Looks like your Excellency's confidante is missing," Kerion was happy to talk about something else, stroking his beard and smiling.

"Confidante? maybe. ”

Caesar touched his nose unnaturally, and there was a rare awkward dry smile on his handsome face.

Even among the elven tribes full of handsome men and beautiful women, Caesar is also the most dazzling one, his long pale gray hair is simply tied up by him, gathered into a beautiful ponytail hanging down the back of his neck, revealing long pointed ears, and the face line has the perfect curve of ancient Greek sculptures.

Creon's gaze pierced through Caesar's symbolic haunting twilight shadows into his sky-blue eyes, and for a moment there was a stinging in his eyes.

The seemingly young elf in front of him actually stepped into the holy realm as early as 200 years ago, and resounded across the continent in the name of devouring light, the elf king, Julius Caesar. The sudden arrival of such a big man made Crane a little cramped. In front of him, Kerryn, who had spent 150 years in vain, was as young as a child, and it had been speculated based on the limited number of attempts made by the adult that his concept was probably the one that represented the quiet 'night' itself.

"Anyway, thank you Dean for being able to cut love, this is a strange thing is my friend's belongings, it has been lost for a long time, I believe he will be very happy to see this thing. ”

Caesar unfolded his palm, and the bead he was playing with turned out to be a black and white eye, with thin blood streaks on the sclera, and a warm and smooth texture like jade under the light, and the person staring at it seemed to be unable to extricate himself from it.

Of course, Krion doesn't ask why the beads left by a student fifteen years ago become the item of Caesar's friend, but silently shelves the investigation report of that year, so that the value of selling Caesar's favor is unimaginable, you can ask for rare materials that he treasures, or offer to hire the elven royal guard to "eclipse the sun", or even be bolder, you can still get the twigs of the tree of life, if you can keep it. Caesar, who was already almost eternal, did not care about these things outside of him.

Of course, another reason why Klein happily handed it over was that after so many years of research, apart from the magic model of constructing the storage technique that had been deduced from that spatial curl, this eye did not show any transcendent properties, in fact, if Caesar hadn't mentioned it, Crane would have forgotten about it a long time ago.

The politeness between the two continued, but Caesar's mind was long gone, he rubbed his 'eyes', and through some mysterious connection, the vast spiritual power that quietly unfolded captured a soul that was restless and far away.

"Lucky, old friend, I've found you again. ”