Chapter 1 The Small-Town People

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"Alain, if you die, how can I explain to your mother..."

Belera's low sobbing sound slowly sounded in the empty hut, making Roland, who was gradually regaining consciousness, slowly open his eyes, and suddenly, countless memories gushed out like a spring, making him frown. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe it was a moment, or maybe it had been a hundred years, and the pain caused by the fusion of memories gradually dissipated, Roland looked around in disbelief, and then touched the straw mat spread under him with his hand, and then sat up.

His gaze slid over the finger of his clenched left hand, and Roland smiled helplessly, where he was supposed to be wearing a spatial ring, but now it was replaced by a cheap engagement silver ring.

In his memory, it was a gift from the court archmage Messel for his tenth birthday, and in a space of fifty cubic meters, he had saved his savings for many years, and any one of them was priceless.

However, when he let go of the five fingers of his left hand and saw the elven holy relics in his palm, he couldn't help but exhale, with a relaxed expression on his face, and there was a feeling in his heart that he had lost his east and gained it.

Turning his head to look at the somewhat sleepy woman sitting next to the wooden bed, Roland frowned, opened his mouth and said loudly: "Auntie, I have nothing to do, but I'm a little hungry." ”

Bellera woke up suddenly, stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and saw Roland sitting on the wooden bed, smiling at her, the stone in her heart suddenly fell to the ground, and said with a smile: "It's okay... It's okay... Alain, you can rest first, and my aunt will cook for you immediately. ”

Roland nodded, watched the woman turn around and walk out of the hut, then sighed slightly, closed her eyes, and remembered silently.

He was originally the fourth prince of the Holy Empire in the Epic Continent, Roland? Augustine, who just turned sixteen this year, is known as the most gifted magic wizard in a thousand years, and he almost reached the realm of an archmage.

However, just as he was about to attack the Archmage realm, his own brother, Luo Lin, the sixth prince, brought him a piece of news, which was about the elven clan's disappearance of tens of thousands of years of holy relics.

According to legend, the sacred relics of the elves are mysterious and powerful, and have the ability to change time and space.

The great temptation forced him to interrupt his cultivation and hurriedly leave the imperial capital and go to the endless forest on the eastern ice field to explore the newly born elven ruins.

In the ruins of the elven race, he relied on his superhuman courage and luck against the sky, and still held the holy relics firmly in his hands even after nine deaths, but he never expected that Luo Lin would actually attack him.

After choosing to blow himself up, when he woke up again, he found himself in the saddle town on the northern edge, and his identity was changed to the illegitimate son of a small lord, Roland? Heidel.

His mother was the maid of the little lord Raymond, who died in childbirth at birth.

He has been blinded since childhood, and his personality has become timid and cowardly, and the only time he is bold is when he fights a young prostitute in a tavern, is seriously injured and carried back, and at dawn, he takes his last breath, but he has become the current Roland.

"Squeak!"

Belella pushed the door outside the house and walked in, with concern in her eyes, looked at Roland in her memory, and said with a smile: "Hungry, my aunt made you your favorite barbecue." ”

As she spoke, she placed the plate full of barbecue meat on the wooden table next to the bed and handed him a small bowl of yellow rice.

Subconsciously took the rice bowl, Roland looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot, his face showed a rare soft color, and he smiled slightly: "Auntie, I'm much better, you haven't slept all night, hurry up and go back to sleep for a while." ”

"Auntie can't sleep now!"

Belera shook her head, then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, raised her hand and touched his forehead, and said with some concern: "Alain, you know what? You almost scared my aunt to death last night, your uncle-in-law went early, and only me and Fei'er were left at home, and you were like this..."

"Aunt, don't worry, I won't be like this in the future!"

Looking at the woman in the coarse cloth in front of him, Roland nodded emphatically, and a different kind of sourness surged in his heart.

In the past, he lived in the palace, with fine clothes and food, and was accustomed to the prosperity of the imperial capital and the luxurious life of the nobles, and he had never experienced the hardships of the lower-class peasants.

"Alain, you can think so!"

Comforting softly, Belella looked at Roland, who was thin and pale, and her heart was full of pity, although it was a child left by her sister, she had always treated him as her own son, but now that he is sixteen years old, he is still so ignorant.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps sounded outside the hut.

Immediately afterwards, an eleven or twelve-year-old little Lori hurriedly ran into the house and shouted: "Mom, Miss Ruolin is here, she asked her brother to go out, saying that she has something to look for him." ”

Hearing her daughter's report, Belera's face became a little ugly.

She groaned slightly, and said to Roland: "Ruolin is your fiancée, and she must have come to withdraw from the marriage this time, but the marriage was decided by Lord Raymond at the beginning, and you can't agree to her casually." ”

"Auntie, don't worry about this, I'm grown up now, and I can make my own decisions."

Casually put the rice bowl on the wooden table next to the bed, Roland did not hesitate at all, took the engagement ring off his finger, and then beckoned to Xiao Lori, and said with a smile: "Fei'er, you give it to Miss Ruolin, and say that my brother agrees." ”

"I'd better go!"

Belella looked at Fei'er's inquiring eyes, and then at Roland's indifferent expression, sighed helplessly, reached out to take the ring, and led the little Lori out of the hut.

"The fiancée here is going to get out of the marriage because I'm a shit; What about the fiancée of the imperial capital, when I was alive, I was eye-to-eyeing with my second brother, and now I can say that I am dead, and the two of them don't know what will happen? ”

Roland smiled self-deprecatingly, but he was still cold in his heart!

Although he knew that the second prince was born to the empress and had the hope of sitting in the position of the crown prince and inheriting the throne in the future, he still did not wait for it, because his lifelong pursuit of the mysteries of magic was the greatest goal.

However, now that he has changed his identity, his thoughts are a little different from before, he suspects that he is plotted against the fact that there is the shadow of the second brother and the fiancée of the imperial capital behind him, he will not let them go, this revenge must be avenged!

Hearing the footsteps outside, gradually moving away, Roland got off the wooden bed trembling slightly, gritted his teeth and walked out of the thatched hut, a cold wind blew in his face, and the thick smell of ice and snow went straight down his nose into his lungs, making him shiver.

"This body is too weak, only by entering the door of cultivation can you gradually become stronger, otherwise, even if you want to live peacefully here, it will be impossible, after all, this is a world where strength is respected."

Roland thought to himself, not knowing where he could go now?

However, since God has arranged for him to come here, whether it is for his own future, or for a better survival, for the sake of the woman who has just left the house, and her daughter, etc., he must shoulder his due responsibility.

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