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The way home, the road under the night lights.

The earth shook lightly, and the horse's hooves were crisp.

"Kinsloan, for the first time I've felt disdain for your efficiency."

Immediately, Safhirlan muttered to himself, and it had been a long, long time since he had left.

Could it be that something happened to his actions? He thought about it, but he quickly put the idea behind him.

Because, he won't believe that he will have an accident, and this comes from that man's strength.

What kind of trouble could it be that got into him?

He yawned, and the whip in his hand swayed boredly, although the horse was not bumpy, and even somewhat steady, but he felt tired, which came from the habit of his character.

He doesn't like a dull life, he doesn't like the constraints of old-fashioned dogma, and now he is living a dull life precisely under a dogmatic boss.

What a clever irony.

As a result, he often mocks himself when drinking with others.

Safirlan sighed, and looked back at Tirrant hanging on his horse in the distance, and at this time, he was like a soulless shell, a puppet, and he seemed to see the dead and godless eyes.

I'm really sorry that tonight became the executioner who shattered your ideals and slaughtered you.

The price of growing up young is different for everyone, and will the cruelty to him be unfair?

Sometimes, he still envied them.

He unconsciously touched the long sword at his waist, this sword was given to him by his best friend from his college days, it was not ordinary, it was not precious.

He has a lot of swords because he is a man who loves to collect swords.

However, every time he went on a mission, he would take this sword with him, and perhaps it was not as sharp as other swords, or perhaps it was not as powerful as other swords, and that did not prevent him from choosing it.

Because, it was the last gift from his best friend.

His friend is a warm and cheerful man with a strong sense of responsibility, and his dream is to become the general of the kingdom and lead his army to defeat every enemy who invades the kingdom.

After graduating, he was assigned to the Kingdom's northern defense line and became a Master Chief.

His dreams began at that moment and ended at that moment,

In the year of the Fog Flower, the Osasu barbarians suddenly invaded, and he died in the military town of Lydan.

When the kingdom went north to fight back, he volunteered to be selected into the Kingdom Guard because of his outstanding sword skills, and he could have a better choice, but he resolutely chose to give up.

Because, in the counterattack of the army to the north, some of the Kingdom Guards will become a special surprise team, and each action will affect the reversal of victory and defeat on the scales.

He wanted to kill, to kill the Osasu barbarians.

He wants revenge, avenging his best friend.

That year, he killed a lot of people, numb people, numb swords, and he wanted to keep killing like this until he killed all the barbarians.

An important surprise sniper, he can't forget that moment, the moment that completely sobered him up, because, he and his team suffered a completely ruined blow.

He also remembered the tall ordinary barbarian with a big sword in both hands, it was that barbarian, that big knife, one by one, harvesting the lives of his teammates.

He used to fight desperately and resist desperately, but it was in vain.

It was the barbarian who used the broadsword in his hand to educate him about the difference in strength and the cruelty of war.

He survived because he escaped.

After the kingdom's army triumphantly regained the northern defense line, he returned to the royal capital, without the joy of victory, only the constant pursuit of a strong will in his heart.

He didn't quit Kingdom Guard because he wanted to become stronger, and only in Kingdom Guard could he find his way to become stronger.

All these years passed, and he became the adjutant of the 3rd Brigade of the Kingdom Guard, because of the strength.

Suddenly, a figure appeared under the streetlamp of the dim street in the distance.

The guards slowly moved forward and slowly stopped.

"Who are you?"

In front of the team, Safhirlan looked at the mysterious person hiding in the black robe not far in front of him and asked.

"Someone who wants to keep you here."

He stood on the side of the road, his masked face without any expression, and his low, hoarse voice was not loud, not small, enough for Safhirlan to hear.

Safirlan raised his whip, and behind him, the sword was unsheathed, the horse was restless and neighing, and the guard was ready.

"Alone?"

Safhirlan squinted at him slightly, his senses searching every corner of his surroundings, but to no avail.

"Didn't your perception tell you the answer?" The black-robed man calmly unveiled Safirlan's subconscious actions.

"If a guy stands here and sues me, and he wants to keep us, do you know what I'm thinking at this time?" Safirlan touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If he is not a madman, then he must have an unpredictable certainty." ”

"You're a smart guy." The black-robed man said lightly: "But no matter how smart you are, you can't change your ending." ”

"Oh?" Safirlan shook his eyebrows and said, "However, I don't see that you have the strength to keep us here. ”

Between the conversations, he collided violently with his perception, and from the breath of the other party's perception, it can be vaguely understood that the other party's strength is not as strong as imagined.

The black-robed man suddenly said, "Do you know why your boss, Lord Kinslon, has not returned for a long time? ”

Safierlan was shocked, and said quietly: "Maybe I encountered a little trouble on the way back." ”

The black-robed human: "Is it fun to deceive yourself? ”

"A boring joke is not a good deception," said Sappirland. ”

The black-robed man said, "He won't come." ”

Safirlan's slender and powerful hand clenched the hilt of his sword and said, "He's dead?" ”

The black-robed man said: "He's not dead. ”

Safir Lan said, "Then why didn't he come?" ”

The black-robed man said: "He's here, and it's too late." ”

The cold wind was bleak, the branches and leaves were rustling, and the falling leaves swirled and blew around them.

Safirlan said, "What did you do? ”

The black-robed man said: "It's just that it doesn't affect our plans, so we temporarily trapped him somewhere, and unfortunately, his subordinates don't have this luck." ”

He knew that the rescue mission had failed, and that Kôinslon's men had probably been wiped out.

For some reason, the more vigilant his heart grew, and Safhirlan remained silent, for he did not understand what confidence the other party had in keeping them here, and what his purpose was.

The black-robed man's hand reached into the wide cuffs and slowly pulled out a scroll.

Want to know the answer? Your expectations will soon come true. ”