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The blood-colored remnant sun fell on the horizon, reflecting the sky crimson, like the night dyed red by blood and fire more than ten years ago, and I don't know how many survivors will evoke the fear of that memory in their hearts.

On the wide avenue outside the city, a young figure slowly walked in. He was dressed in black civilian clothes, with a short sword and a strange musket hanging from his waist, and a large brown backpack on his back.

The young man's jet-black hair grew a little wanton, as if it had been blown by a strong wind, and it was tilted towards the back of his head, revealing a whole face that had not yet been angular. Those dark blue eyes were so clear and pure, it was easy to fall in love with the boy at first glance, if it weren't for the small white flower he kept sniffing in his hand.

Morin walked slowly on the road, feeling the strange gaze of the people in the distance, and his heart was also helpless.

He wanted to get out of sight quickly, but his legs went limp.

From noon to dusk, the sturdy herding deer ran non-stop, and Morin and Hei screamed excitedly at first, but soon turned pale and began to desperately suppress the discomfort in their stomachs, and even Hei became listless because he felt the discomfort of his youth. The worst thing is that the herding deer did not take the main road along the way, but walked through the less populated countryside, and every time he crossed some obstacles, the world was turned upside down in Morin's senses.

Approaching the royal capital, the deer made a sudden stop without warning, threw Mo Lin directly, and then disappeared into the forest, and before leaving, he glanced at him haughtily, as if to laugh at his pale face. Only Morin, who wanted to cry without tears, was left lying on the ground with his back to the sky, feeling the soreness of his body that was about to fall apart.

And Xiao Hei's original good impression of the deer also turned into anger, and he fell on the boy's chest and angrily waved his arms at its distant back, and the end of the arm was rolled into a small ball, like a clenched fist.

In the future, you must find a more stable way to go out, and you strange beasts will not be ridden if you are killed, the young man thought hatefully in his heart.

Entering the royal capital, Morin's footsteps became slower and slower.

Nearly twelve years have passed, and the half-baked city still hasn't emerged from that nightmare.

Even when he is as young as him, he can feel the sadness of the city today. Occasionally, uninhabited buildings in disrepair, scorched black by fire on top of the wreckage, and behind the bright smiles of most people, there is a sadness in the depths of their eyes - an unhealable scar left by the loss of a loved one.

Maureen had seen such a scar when Daddy Pike was in a daze, but Daddy and Grandfather never wanted to mention the fire in the royal capital twelve years ago, so he could only stop being curious.

The afterglow of the setting sun was gradually swallowed up by the night, and the midsummer night was as hot as the day, and Merlin took the little black hidden in the ring to the center of the city. This is the square in front of the new royal palace, and there are many bustling shops around, and it is already brightly lit. And the destination of the teenagers, the airship management line of the green-skinned goblins, is also here. The small airport near the royal capital was undamaged that night, perhaps the only reason the city was strong enough to get back on its feet from the ruins.

It is said that in the distant past, the goblins learned magical machinery from the craftsmen of Ashenvale, and acquired many practical knowledge and skills, and their almost fanatical love for the golden money and magic crystal cards drove them to expand their business to every plane of the Shattered World.

Where there is money to be made, there is a homeland - a famous saying in Todel that almost only goblins agree with.

But Merlin didn't go directly to the airship management line, his eyes were first attracted by a black monument in the square, the black monument was very high, towering like a tower in the center of the square. It is said that twelve years ago it was a beautiful white stone fountain, but after it was destroyed that night, the new king ordered the black monument to be built to commemorate those who died that night.

On that nightmarish night twelve years ago, the king and the queen were all killed, and the king's eldest son disappeared only to be found half a year later. The only royal blood at the time, the king's younger brother, was a seventeen-year-old student attending school in the distant empire of Gesok. But he resolutely returned to the Duchy of Lothar, took the scepter under the twinkling gaze of many nobles, and was crowned king, supporting the ancient state.

Morin stood in front of the monument and, by the light of the lamp, gazed at the most striking relief on the monument.

The relief depicts the family of the first king: the majestic king holds a scepter and wears a crown on his head, but he is smiling kindly and looking at the beautiful woman next to him. The woman gently holds a baby in her arms, and the baby sleeps peacefully in its little swaddling clothes. The whole picture looks so warm and vivid that it is deeply imprinted in Maureen's mind.

"Is this the deceased king and queen, and His Royal Highness Strayer, who has no parents since he was a child, and I don't know how he has spent all these years......"

Merlin stared at the relief, remembering the dark-eyed boy he had met in the academy test, the old boy with a gentle smile, the boy whose gaze always made him uncomfortable, and the highness who squandered magic cards as consumables, and for some reason felt a faint pain in his heart.

Xiao Hei emitted a burst of heat in the ring marks, and the boy came back to his senses.

"Hey, what's wrong with me, why am I so sad about what happened to others, I didn't do this when I read the stories in the books before......" Morin thought it was a problem with the previous curse, so he sniffed the Star of Electric Pea in his hand, but it had no effect.

Grief is like an irrepressible stream, flowing slowly, soaking the young man's still immature heart.

"Is it the effect of magic, a sad spell engraved on the obelisk, but how can it have no effect on the others around it......" Merlin thought, trying not to let the tears fall from the corners of his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the goblin airship management line. There he will buy a ticket to Sororumi and, if the date is correct, will board the airship for tonight and arrive in three days the capital of freedom and trade in the north, the city of the waterfalls, Sororumi.

The boy's mind was drawn to the bustling city depicted in the book, and he gradually left his sadness behind.

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It was a spacious room topped with illuminated crystals powered by mana crystal cards that emitted blazing light. The interior of the room is simple and elegant, not like the traditional aristocratic style, on the contrary, many shiny weapons and armor faintly reveal the smell of iron and blood.

"Twelve years ago, we searched for no results, and now the situation on the mainland is becoming more and more tense, Your Majesty has finally stabilized the situation in the country, how can it suddenly appear now, are you sure you are not mistaken?!" asked a majestic old man sitting at the head of the room, his voice was so thick, it should have been calm and calm like an ancient well, but for some reason there were waves, and there was a slight panic in doubt.

"General, your subordinates can't be mistaken, it's really similar, in fact, I've never seen such similar eyebrows. It was a slightly younger voice, trembling and showing a little nervousness. The voice belonged to a soldier, probably in his twenties, dressed in a standard uniform, red and white, with a winged griffon tattooed on his chest and cuffs, which Merlin would have recognized as belonging to the most elite unit of the Duchy of Lothar, the Royal Guard.

The young soldier was now sitting behind a large drawing board, holding a paintbrush in his hand, scribbling twice on the drawing plate beside him from time to time, and then hurriedly drawing something on the drawing paper. He continued: "The subordinates saw the boy while patrolling around the palace, dressed like a child of an ordinary little nobleman, and if he hadn't been strangely holding a white flower and smelling it, he might not have noticed him. ”

"But there is no reason for this, on that night twelve years ago, after the fire broke out in the royal capital, I thought that someone was plotting against me, and immediately sent people to investigate at the city gate. There is no way that anyone can go out of town with a baby and not be detected. Unless they left the wall that had been burned down by the flames, how could ordinary people pass through that kind of flames, which could come from the flames of chaos, even the stones could ignite. The majestic old man frowned, pressed his hands on the bookcase in front of him, and said slowly.

"What if it wasn't an ordinary person who took him?" said the young soldier as he painted.

"Could it be the old fellow? But if the old fellow hadn't died, how could the first king and queen have been killed? But if it's someone else, then what's the reason and what is the purpose. The old man seemed to be talking to himself, and the young soldier stopped interjecting.

Time ticked by, and a peculiar timer on the side of the bookcase had been turned upside down seven times, and the room was only the rustle of young soldiers hurriedly drawing.

After thinking for a long time, it seemed that he had gained nothing, and the old man said a little tiredly: "No, there is no evidence, you shouldn't guess here, no matter what, it's not sure yet, you mean that the kid went to Sororumi?"

"Well, because I thought he looked too similar, I followed the kid directly, and saw that he went to the goblin airship management line first, and then went directly to the airport outside the city, where there was only one goblin airship tonight, going to Zororumi. The young man replied.

The old man glanced at the timer and sighed slightly: "It's already set off, so let's wait for you to get ready, and set off for Sororumi at midnight, try to find the kid and find out his identity." After a pause, the old man added, "Well, don't alarm too many people, I'll tell him on the captain's side." If you can't find it, come back first, send some people to inquire in the country, and check with those children who are about the same age as the nobles, and see if you can find clues. Thank you, Wesley, Jr. ”

"It's an honor for me to serve the Shogun. The young soldier replied respectfully.

"By the way, how is little Osmond?" the old man asked, thinking for a moment.

The young soldier was slightly stunned, and replied seriously: "Osmond is still very close to His Highness Strayer, after all, they have been playing together since childhood. ”

Hearing this, the old man's brows were a little heavier: "That kid is also very stubborn, let him go to Victor Academy, he would rather fall out with me than go to Illuvita Academy with Strayer, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse if it goes on like this." ”

The young soldier did not answer, he stood up and bowed respectfully. As if he had finished his painting, he set his brush aside and slowly turned the drawing board.

I saw a young man in his early teens, holding a small white three-petaled flower, looking at a black monument on the drawing board. His dark hair was blown by the night wind to the side of his face, and his pale yellow firelight shone with tears in his blue eyes.

The lifelike boy on this painting is not who Morin would be.

The young soldier slowly retreated, and in the empty room, only the old man sat behind the bookcase, looking at the young man on the painting with a complicated expression.

After a long time, the old man finally let out a long sigh and muttered, "In any case, this ancient country really can't withstand any more turmoil......

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