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Witt laughed at his parents' reassurances, and he did not tell them that since years ago he had been tracking Dam's whereabouts every day, observing his movements, and finding ways to lure him, that he had cut Dam into even pieces of meat and hid them in the salt pool, or that the trap he had made took less time than the trap his father had taught, and that it was easier and more practical to operate.

Because he knew that even if he hunted Dam, his parents would only be happy for a while, and the most respected by everyone in the village was still his father, who was a first-class hunter and had traveled all over the country. And he is just a shadow under his father's glory.

Arthur had that dream again.

In the sound of insects chirping in the night, a black-haired man stretched out his hand to him, and his hands obviously wanted to move forward, but they stopped, stiffened in mid-air, and his blurred face was full of sadness.

The man muttered something that he couldn't hear clearly, like a cry. But the man didn't cry, so why was there crying? It was the mother who was crying, and she was crying by the door.

A strong and determined mother, a mother who always has a straight face and a serious face, cries so sadly, so vulnerable.

Arthur awoke from his dream, opened his eyes, and saw the wooden roof of the cabin.

While his body was still in his sleep, Arthur blinked slowly, moved his hands and feet slightly, and then slowly sat up. He turned his gaze to see the lush grass outside the hut and the moon in the sky slightly obscured by dark clouds through the small window not far away.

It's the same view as in a dream, Arthur sighed, tugged at his sweaty collar, inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

If you listen closely, you can hear Yulenda's breathing on the bed opposite.

Through a white curtain, Arthur looked at his mother's sleeping face, and he knew that his mother did not belong here. Such a young, beautiful and noble woman should not be trapped in the mountains, guarding her children and then aging silently.

That dream was real, or rather, it wasn't a dream.

Arthur lay down again, looking straight at the roof. He knew it was a childhood memory, he knew that the man was the reason his mother was here, he knew where that man still existed, because he wasn't human.

"Hey, don't fall asleep. ”

The two children lay on the verdant grass, the wind swept the grass leaves, gently patting their bodies and minds.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bits of white in the blue sky, watching the clouds change shape and finally disappear from view.

"So tired?"

Werther saw that Arthur's fingers were covered with scars and there were many bruises on his arms. He knew that this was Yulinda's punishment, and something similar had happened before, and he had pleaded with Yulinda despite Arthur's dissuasion, only to make the punishment worse. Since then he has not dared to come near the hut.

"Not tired, not tired. Arthur yawned, a sleepy tear flowing from the corner of his eye, "Just tired of living like this." ”

"Hmm. Werther remembered that when the villagers looked at him, they saw the son of the first-class hunter Ruerbad, not Werther, and a helpless smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Also looking at the constantly changing clouds in the sky, Werther said softly, "I understand. ”

After a moment of silence, Arthur glanced to the side.

"Hey, don't fall asleep. ”

"Ha, you kid ......"

Inadvertently, Arthur saw a white object about to slip out of Werther's pocket, and pointed with his finger: "What is this?"

"Huh?" Werther followed Arthur's gaze and reached out to see that it was the leaflet of the church recruiting contractors, and he handed it to the side, indifferently and said, "Ah, nothing, useless things." ”

Witt didn't expect that Arthur would sit up at once when he saw the leaflet, his expression became serious, and he read the words on the leaflet carefully.

Witt also sat up: "What's wrong?"

"Vitergo, I can't wait. ”

"Can't wait?

"I'm going to get out of here and go to that guy, he has a substance, it means that there is a contractor, maybe it's in the church, I'm going to find him. ”

Werther's mouth opened slightly, and he was stunned for a long time before he reacted: "You, you, are you, actually, the contractor!?"

Arthur put down the leaflet and looked at Werther, his pure black pupils shining like a sparkle.

Witt knew Arthur's expression and knew that Arthur was indeed the contractor. Werther felt his heartbeat suddenly become extremely fast, although he could always faintly feel Arthur's difference, but Werther never thought that this playmate, who had grown up with him since childhood, would have such a strange identity and such a powerful ...... Ability.

Witt thought, the contractor is a 1 in 10,000 possibility, a precious and extremely rare existence blessed by God, is Arthur such a precious existence?

"I'm sorry Brother Vitter, I've been hiding it from you, and you know Mom She...... Ha, maybe that's why she didn't let me touch the village. ”

Werther put away his surprise and unfolded the smile he always had when he faced Arthur: "I can understand Aunt Yulinda, the identity of the contractor is indeed too special, she wants to protect you, and does not want your identity to be revealed. Then you said you were looking for that guy, who is he?"

Arthur nodded and said, "That was when I was very young, one night I suddenly felt like there were many ropes twisting in my body, and those ropes dragged me outside the house, and there was a black-haired man standing outside, and the man stared at me for a long time, and then his body floated, and finally disappeared a little lighter. When he disappeared, the feeling of rope writhing in his body was gone. ”

"Shallow and disappear!?"

"Hmm. Arthur nodded, "Mom said I was dreaming, I was a fool!"

"Humanity is not going to disappear. ”

"That's right, that guy isn't human, it's a ghost, and I'll never forget that strange feeling. It's a pity that I don't remember what he looked like, otherwise I could have drawn a picture to prove it to my mother. ”

"You draw and scribble on the same level as the baby, and it's useless to draw it. ”

Arthur pouted: "Don't mention this." ”

"Well, don't mention that. You want to find the Shadow?"

"Yes, I always think that what my mother is hiding has something to do with that guy, as well as my background, who my father is. In fact, she never told me that I was a contractor, and she never told me anything about the contractor and the spirit shadow, and if I hadn't met you, you often showed me books, and I still don't know that I am a contractor. ”

Werther chuckled in his heart, and Yulenda tried hard to keep Arthur from touching the outside world, not letting him know his identity as a spirit rider, but she herself broke this layer of protection. He felt guilty about Yulenda, and out of that guilt rose a sense of responsibility for Arthur.

"Then you want to enlist, become a contractor of the church, and become a soul master?"