After the banquet was dispersed, Barrett returned to his room, a new set of clothes at the end of his bed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I didn't expect the head maid to be so efficient, Barrett didn't expect it.

It seems that whatever you need will be delivered immediately, not just to say, but thank you.

Compared to trying it on his body, it was really good, not only his height, but even his somewhat overtrained muscles were taken into account.

"Well, it seems that I've been a little negligent in exercising lately, and I'm going to finish! It's better to work harder. Teasing himself, he put away his clothes.

Lying on the bed, he was bored looking at all kinds of books in the information system, because the information network was blocked here, his information system basically had nothing to do.

Flipping through the photograph of Lowe, a black woman in her thirties, holding a one-year-old child in her arms, and next to her was a girl about seven or eight years old.

Turn the photo upside down, with a small line written on it, don't worry, everything is fine at home----- Naz Resedi.

This photograph actually belonged to Lowe's father, who died in the Southern Conquest, when Lowe was less than three years old.

Of course, he looked it up from the database.

Luo never talked about his family, his relatives, and if it weren't for his sacrifice, I'm afraid he still wouldn't know that.

Thinking of this, he was a little annoyed, rolled over and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but there was a soft knock at the door.

Barrett straightened up and listened carefully, and after a moment the knock sounded again.

Quickly put on the coat, not the tuxedo, because that set is really a bit cumbersome.

Standing outside the door was a maid he had never seen before, in her twenties.

"Please come with me." The maid didn't say anything superfluous, only said this, and turned around and began to lead the way.

Didn't see any flaws in the maid's expression, Barrett shook his head and followed, can you still eat me?

The maid in front of him walked without hurry, but she could always stay a few meters in front of him, and as the doors opened, Barrett was a little vigilant, this maid was probably quite powerful!

I don't know how many doors I passed, but the maid stopped, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of invitation.

Reaching out and pushing open the door, it was a room that looked like a reception room.

Is it for me to sit here? Barrett walked towards the couch and had just taken two steps when a soft cough stopped him.

When he turned his head, he saw the wall decorated with shields and swords slowly rising, and a small hand beckoning to him inside.

All doubts and worries disappeared at the sight of this hand, which was Doroniel's hand.

As the secret passage behind him closed, he carefully looked at the passage in front of him, which was very short, only a dozen meters at most.

There's nothing special about it, not even going underground.

"Why don't you rest so late?" Barrett asked quietly, though he didn't think she had come out of him.

"Remember, what I told you last time? You'll have to be brave. The little man was a little shy and quietly gave him a hint.

Is it to meet him? So fast? It was a bit more than he expected, and Barrett thought it would be at least a while before he got a chance to meet him.

Since you're here, let's go to the end.

Thinking of this, he walked towards the end of the aisle and took two steps, only to find that she had not followed.

"I can't go over, you go. It's good to get to the end. ”

Nodding his head, he continued walking, and soon, the distance of several tens of meters came to an end.

Just when he was a little puzzled and didn't find anything, the scenery in front of him changed, from a corridor to a small courtyard.

Just a virtual view? I turned around and looked at it, but found that there was no door or passage, and not far behind me was a dense bush of flowers.

"Hehehe, don't look for it, there's no wall there." A male voice rang out in the courtyard.

Not surprised, he was mentally ready to meet him-------- Grand Consul, Nopro Abanese.

A figure stepped out of the shadows on one side of the courtyard and sat on a chair in the middle of the courtyard.

"Come, come here." The old man who sat down had long silver hair and beard, not very old face, and the most memorable thing was his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

After only a few seconds of staring at him, Barrett noticed that his attitude had changed slightly, and that he had gone from curiosity to understanding, though he himself did not know what that feeling was.

He already knows what he thinks? Sure enough, those who can get to this position are not ordinary people.

Walking across from Noplor and sitting down, neither of them spoke, just looked at each other quietly.

"Don't you have a lot of questions for me? Why don't you speak? Nopro spoke first.

"Yes, there are a lot of questions, but after seeing you, I really don't know how to ask." Barrett rubbed his chin a little embarrassed.

"Give it a try." Nopro didn't mind much, and he could ask whatever he wanted.

"......" pondered his thoughts, and Barrett asked his first question: "Do you know me?" Yes or do you know who I really am? ”

This question was actually a problem that had plagued him for a long time, especially after Sneijder mentioned it, even he himself was a little puzzled.

"You are you, do you think you are someone else? As for knowing you, I did know you for a long time, and you are excellent. Nopro answered the question bluntly.

"Just because it's good? I think there are people who are better than me. But judging from the trajectory of my life, there is a lot of external help! I think that's not normal. Barrett bluntly expressed the doubts in his heart, and he felt that the grinding and chirping between the two men was not very good.

"Oh? Tell me what's wrong. The old man was very interested in his idea.

"The first point is why I didn't starve to death, and I've always wondered about that. Originally, I didn't care about this, until I saw those people in the west who lived extremely hard, and I realized how hard a child with no source of livelihood would live. ”

"I don't want to lie to you, but you weren't born without parents, and maybe you don't remember that you actually lost your parents when you were almost ten years old. It's just that you don't remember what happened before. ”

“？” Barrett was a little flustered, which did not coincide with his own memories, he even remembered the blacksmith who used to give him food and the neighbor's children who played with him.

Are these memories fake? Am I the one who has had my memories modified?? When he thought of this, his mouth was full of bitter water......

Seeing that his expression was constantly changing, Nopro did not rush to continue, but looked into the shadows in the distance.

Following his gaze, a man stepped out of the shadows, came to the tea table, and began to make tea.

Seeing this man, Barrett grew his mouth, he was already stupid!

This person was none other than Doroniel's mother, Philia Abanese.

But! She's been dead for fifteen years!