Still, Otos decided not to bother the Marquis de Manoa, and led a hybrid of the purple-haired Arabian horse and the Bob horse, and walked out of the gate of the Marquis's Mansion under the guidance of his attendants. He still hasn't changed his civilian clothes, but he gives people a sense of being tall and strong. Influenced by the elegance of all aspects of the aristocratic life of the Marquis's Mansion, especially unlike the hungover bastards in the tavern, Otos inevitably scoffed at the way he was now.

After exiting the huge black-painted carved iron gate of the Marquis's Mansion, he motioned for his attendants to turn back along the road, while he himself marched south along Tristine Road.

Tristin Road is the main artery of the city of Mesa Wiki and is well connected in all directions. Originally, there was no name, but a small township attached to the national capital, Nochesdy, which was developed and expanded by Tristin Maisaviki, a wealthy merchant in the national capital, who received the order of the king at that time. At first, it was originally named "McCartony", but when the great merchant fell ill, in gratitude to Mr. Tristin for his life's work, the new mayor took the great merchant's surname as the name of the city, and his name as the name of the main road, which was a special honor. Since then, it has not been changed, and now the statue of Mr. Tristin stands in the center of the vestibule of the city hall of the city hall of the city of Messaveki, and even when the group of believers of the "Gamantha" party swept through the bloody storm in the Mesaviki, it still remained unchanged for a hundred years.

Walking out of the Fuhuo Bazaar area of Mesaviki, he glanced at the handmade mechanical watch on his wrist, stretched out his hand to block the sun in front of him, and then looked at the mechanical watch again, he vaguely felt that this watch was lagging behind in time.

This mechanical watch was the result of the great hero Manchel J. Brown when the Federal Defence Army presented the "Honorary Arbiters" to the "Honorary Arbiters" at the St. Fa Square in Nochesdy. General Freuno personally gifted to him, over the years because of his fault several times in the size of the break, fortunately not serious, in some good point of the repair shop can also be repaired, but because of the excellent workmanship, the internal structure is complicated, the repair is as cumbersome as untying the negligent entanglement of the thread, the repair is expensive, relying on the government allowance and the bonus issued that year, it is barely for Otos. These changes also made the rude Otos more concerned about this watch as a symbol of honor, but many times, he just hid under his shirt and did not want to make it public, as if the so-called fame and fortune cultivated by heroes had nothing to do with him.

Unconsciously, he came to the town of Bondesas, where he had struggled, although it was the main battlefield of the ruins of the last battle of the year, but now it showed a different kind of vitality, as if although the chaotic war had spread here, it did not disturb the work and rest of this group of simple people, or left any unforgettable memories, which may have been caused by things and people, but it was indeed much better than the oppressive atmosphere at that time.

Compared with that year, his appearance is a little less immature, a little more mature, and a little more haggard. It's just that this land still remembers him as a person who was just a precarious person back then, I'm afraid it's rare, but he still took a deep breath, held on to a little hope that had not yet been extinguished, and rode forward, calm in his heart.

He bought a few fresh bouquets of white roses at the nearest flower shop for only seven copper nats, which was obviously a little more approachable than the high expenses in the city of Mesa Wiki, and he decided to buy a small courtyard in this quiet little village when he was old, and enjoy his old age in peace.

After Otos put the flowers in the flower shop, he went to the nearest watch repair shop, the owner of the shop was an old gentleman with heavy glasses frames, a suit and leather shoes, and the cold wall shop was decorated with an elegant atmosphere, the old gentleman took Otos's watch and only glanced at it, then reached out and handed it back to Otos, and continued to be busy with the important work at hand, while using small instruments to adjust the mechanical lines and gears revealed on the back of the mechanical watch on his hand, while saying:

"There's something wrong with your watch. The problem is small, but the structure of this watch is too special, anyway, I have opened a store here for more than 40 years, and I have not seen it a few times. Now over 70 years old, this kind of technical test work is very difficult to do. Or else... Go to Mesa Vicki and find Mr. Prang, he is also a first-class master in the whole world of Niax, if you look for him, he may be able to help you solve this problem... Of course, if you are not in a hurry, you can also leave it to me to see, after all, my eyes are dizzy, I can't see things clearly, in case I make a mistake, I can also help you fix it, and you can not charge you a penny, but you want to invite me to drink, you can drink anything... But I still recommend you to go to Prang, he can 100% help you fix it, and don't waste a minute or a second on you, but the price is a little expensive, see that since you can bring such a good watch, it should not be an ordinary child, you should afford it. ”

After he finished speaking, he put down the work at hand, lifted the heavy frame of his glasses, carefully looked at Otos, who was rubbing the mechanical watch, and then continued to repeat the work.

Otos didn't speak, and handed the watch to the old gentleman.

The old gentleman in the suit didn't take it immediately, nor did he raise his head to say anything to shirk, and continued to explain: "You thought about it so quickly?

Otos' hand holding his watch trembled slightly, and he nodded, "It just so happens that I still have something to do now, so I'm not in a hurry to repair my watch." If you're not happy, I'm not going to force it... Excuse me!"

The old gentleman still didn't look up. He took the watch, removed his glasses, and placed them on the table beside him. Then he took a sip of the cold tea, stood up with his waist propped up, leaned on his back, limped forward, and stretched out a big rough hand with an expressionless face, "My name is Gaia Spirov." Happy working together!"

Otos was stunned for a moment, looked at Mr. Spirov's flabby cheeks, and also stretched out his hand, "Dear Mr. Spirov, my name is Otos Sayavich......! Happy working together!"

...

After Otos left the remote watch repair shop, he couldn't help but feel a breeze on his sleeves. He led his horse back to the florist to fetch white roses, then stepped on the dirt path and continued south, enjoying the earthy scent of the countryside.

Further south, you will find the site of the battle, the church of Medron. Today's Maidelon Church has lost its spirit, not so much because of the killing and brutality caused by the fire of the Great War, which caused irreparable damage to this magnificent church that took decades to build. Although the interior of the church is mostly a stone structure, some of the symbolic sculptures and stone statues were almost destroyed in the war, and repairs were in vain, even if the interior and exterior were restored to normal under the leadership of some top craftsmen, but those finishing touches were missing, and naturally, no one cared about it, and there were no priests or believers to pray or pray in that church, which almost became the best choice for beggars to stay overnight.

After much thought, Otus did not plan to visit, after all, in addition to the so-called "non-existent", this magnificent church caused a great deal of trouble for his early military life, although the young believers of "Gamantha" were mostly kind to him when he first joined this "sacred" organization.

Over the years, a new mausoleum full of unmarked monuments has been built, and it is dedicated to the people of Bondasas who died seventeen years ago, or the soldiers of the Union Defense Army who died in the last battle for their faith, and of course, most of them are well-dressed graves, who visit this place every year as the widows of their families, and there are not a few people who spontaneously clean the mausoleum. Most of them are old women in their twilight years, and some are young and strong young men. Seventeen years later, under the maintenance of this group of people, the mausoleum has been renewed, or more bluntly, it has maintained its original appearance, and has not changed for seventeen years.

Of course, Otos felt that even if it was twenty, fifty, a hundred or thousands of years, the unnamed mausoleum in the town of Bondesas would never be lost by the passage of time.

The burial mound that Otos had built for his old friend Sivanov was on one side of the mausoleum complex, an eyesore, unvisited for many years, and overgrown with weeds. He vaguely remembered that when he built the tomb for his friend, he was met with fierce opposition from the people of Bondsas, and that there was a period of cynicism and calamity, but he never stopped asking for someone to build the mausoleum, even if none of the town's craftsmen were willing to lend a helping hand. He felt that if he cared too much about the world's eyes and let go of the promises he kept, it would be better to die happily.

Fortunately, there is no naughty child to do any damage, and the tombstone is just a little innocuous crack because of the erosion of time, which is not worth mentioning. He put down the bouquet of white roses he had prepared in advance, took out a gauze towel, wiped the surface of the dusty tombstone, and when he saw the string of crooked characters, his eyes were a little wet and red, and he even sobbed, but then he laughed silently, stood up and looked around at the bleak scene, and saw the clouds and breezy light.

He took out a wrinkled letter from his trouser pocket and read it a little unfamiliarly: "My beloved knight Verno Sivanov, have you been all these years? I'm ashamed of my slackness, but please don't be surprised! I wish you could still call me Charizard', but... But it's no longer possible. Of course, if I could, I'd rather the mission ended in failure and it would be me, not you, who would have died..."

Two lines of his tears flowed down his face.

Smack!

Otos couldn't help but be attracted by the crisp cracking sound, and he looked up at the slightly trembling stone tombstone, and couldn't help but gasp: the moment he put down the letterhead, the tombstone, which had been only a few small cracks, had several new cracks, and they were surging and spreading from top to bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye. And when Otos struggled to rush towards the tombstone, the break stopped, as if time was still, abruptly stopped, and like an invisible moat and ravine blocking the way, it stayed on the upper side of the crooked characters, less than a centimeter, which was shocking to watch.

On the contrary, the frequency of the whole inscription stele is getting faster and faster, rising from the root, like a silent wail from the ground, giving people the feeling that life is hanging by a thread and in danger.

Otos flinched backwards and staggered.

"What the hell!"

Otos said with a burning eye.

The envelope, which was already full of crumplors, was crumpled and crumpled beyond recognition by his thick right hand, and the foot-skimming characters written in the pen on it suddenly sank into the gray and yellow letter paper, shallow and hidden—the first half of the last sentence of the third chapter of the Old Testament, 'The Judgment of Hades,' and the last stanza of the Sonnets of Crime and Punishment, reappeared: "The judgment of crime and punishment is coming." The blood marks are blurred, and the horror is extreme.

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