“…… Finally he said that we who are close to you will all be sent here in different ways, as the bard sang:

'Mystic mage, shrewd thief, resolute warrior,

'Though they come from different and far places,

But here they gather together,

'A legend is to be written,

'Spectators must keep their eyes open'"

Speaking of this, Surya paused and chuckled: "I was stunned when I first heard this story, but then I thought about it a little incredible. If that's the case, aren't we all toys that the 'Hibiscus God' plays with at random? ”

However, Mu Yan did not respond, his expression was solemn, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?"

Surya noticed the anomaly and wiped the sweat from his forehead for him.

"Am I too heavy?"

"How could it be ......" Mu Yan came back to his senses at this time, he thought about it, and still said: "Call me Mu Yan, I will use this name in the future." ”

Surya nodded, but still couldn't help asking, "What about the name Xia Mu?" ”

"He ......"

Mu Yan suddenly fell silent, and this silence made Surya a little uneasy.

Especially as soon as this "he" came out, the girl chuckled in her heart.

The truth seems to coincide with Eric's fanciful assumption that the name represents a person, or soul, that can be referred.

"Those things have passed, and since I came to Heru, I am Mu Yan." He explained vaguely, then changed the subject.

"By the way, how did you end up in this place? Didn't Mr. Shans promise to protect you? ”

"That's another story, and it's going to take a long time to tell." The girl pressed her face to his shoulder, and just as she caught a glimpse of the distance, she raised her hand and asked, "We seem to be almost there, and I see a man as tall as Gustavo standing on the stone in front of me." ”

"That's my friend, and I have a chance to introduce you." Mu Yan also saw that Uno was waving to him, so he explained with a smile. "And the guy who saved you just now, they're all natives here."

Aboriginal?

Surya looked at his slightly glowing hand, although it was as fair as Mu Yan's skin, the difference between the two was very obvious.

"Mu Yan." She suddenly shouted.

"Huh?"

"No, it's nothing, I'll just practice."

Mu Yan smiled and continued to walk forward.

However, in the next second, Surya's words stopped him.

"Eric's Script E, is it true?"

He froze in place.

Along with this question, the three words "Hibiscus God" hovered in my heart like a lingering haze.

Mu Yan inexplicably remembered the man-eating flower that Eric had become, and opened his bloody mouth, salivating as if he wanted to devour himself, just like this terrible mystery.

He never summed up his experiences since he came to the world of Lokan, because it was too bizarre, and the events came too suddenly, so he was caught off guard, and he could only continue to solve the trouble, and at the same time usher in the next trouble.

We often say that the authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear, and that is because people's first-hand perspective is too narrow and biased. But the third perspective is different, and it's called God's perspective.

From such a highly rational and objective point of view, it seems that there is really an unpredictable force behind him pushing him along a well-defined route.

The man behind him landed in the White Rock Mine, shattering Zaix's plan and forcing him to make a journey to Nightshade in order to survive.

Then he was put into contact with the book "The Sun of Innocence" and learned about Eric's identity, which led him to successfully obtain the golden apple, become a mage, or become a full player.

Then, as a player, he needs a lot of experience to level up - which is not necessary if he's just a scholar.

Therefore, going to Imotrulu became the wisest choice. If he hadn't been interrupted by Xia Mu in the middle of the game, his next stop would have been the Quiet Lake, where the battle of faith erupted, and the stage on which the next gorgeous series would have taken place, like a magnet that captivated every player.

But he will also undoubtedly meet Isu and Ral.

In the past, he would have thought it was a miracle and a pilgrimage, but now? After knowing what kind of existence Ikali and her elemental minions were, and knowing what her persecution of the legendary mage would be, it became clear what the outcome of this would be.

Will he become the next Lancelot, persecuted by the Old Gods, or will he become the next Arteus, a slave to Ysus?

If it weren't for the abrupt end of this play in the windy firmament, where would I be now? What will that person behind the scenes manipulate himself to do? Who is he? What is his purpose?

Could it be Mia?

No, absolutely not, she didn't have to.

Who could that be?

……

"You're not like me." Soulia touched his hair and said, "They're not the same as Amacer. They have experienced a death, a state of soul, incomplete. I didn't, but I didn't fit in with the world either. ”

The girl stretched out her glimmering hand in front of him, Mu Yan knew very well that it was caused by the unneutralized soul from Luokan, which he had experienced when he came to the Valley of Ghosts, and then reshaped his body. If it is replaced by other souls, it will be carried out by the Mi Chao people, and by the way, their brand will be implanted.

"Your face has changed, too." Surya said, "So what he said is true? Are we really all toys manipulated by others? ”

The girl's voice trembled slightly, and Mu Yan sensed the fear.

The fear that naturally arises from the discovery that every intelligent species is too small, like the powerlessness that man feels when facing the vastness of the universe, no one can avoid it.

Mu Yan took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He had experienced too much of this kind of thing, especially when he first came to Heru, every night was accompanied by a nightmare, from the destruction of the world to the death of his body, and almost the worst ending was staged again.

So he knows exactly what to do at this time, especially when he is not the only one who is afraid.

"Don't be afraid, Surya." He said softly, "No matter what you are about to face, I will be by your side." We're partners, aren't we? ”

"Hmm."

The girl leaned her head on his shoulder and agreed.

Mu Yan felt that although his back was heavy, his heart was very full.

……

The other side.

"[Elven] Are you Glazer?"

For some reason, Amacer used the Elvish language.

Maybe it's because he doesn't want Eric to hear these stories, or maybe he has some words that he has been holding back for an unknown amount of time, and he has to present them in this way to open the knot.

"We don't seem to have met, Mr. Armasse." The old man replied in Elven language as well.

Although Mu Yan deliberately concealed Amacer's prejudice against humans because of his sake, the old man knew what the state of the elf in front of him was.

It was evident from his clenched fists and unceremonious questions.

Nothing could make the elf who had the etiquette imprinted in his bones so rude except for anger that could make him say "Your Excellency".

Although Eric knows some elvish language, he also stays at the vocabulary and phrase stage, but this does not prevent him from seeing the complicated relationship between the two.

But that's all, it's like your foreigner friend talking to another foreigner, and you giggle and giggle.

The elf took a deep breath, as if restraining his anger.

"May I ask you a question, Mr. Glazer."

Reason returned to his brain, but his fist still didn't let go.

"Where are you in the year of the new moon 468 (710 in the year of faith)?"

With that, he stared at Glazer's eyes.

The old man sighed.

"In Heru, be the steward of the Chao people."

"Are you sure?"

"Son, it's been more than two hundred years since I came to Heru." Glazer smiled a little sadly. "You can ask Xiao Mu for evidence on this."

"More than two hundred years? Then in the year 306 of the new moon (548 in the year of the faith) you were already in Heru? ”

"Soak in that river, to be exact." The old man pointed in the direction of the River Styx. "I don't know how you got here, but I think you've been there too."

The elf was silent, reason telling him that there was no need for the person in front of him to deceive him, but he was a little unwilling.

The dissipation of anger and resentment is a long-term process, and before that can be done there needs to be a sustenance.

"Actually, I have a question for you." The old man spoke suddenly.

"Just ask."

"You're friends with Xiao Mu, aren't you?"

Amacer hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Not yet."

"That's good." Glazer seemed relieved. "There's something I've asked him about for a long time, but he hasn't told me that since you're not his friend, you shouldn't be like him."

The old man paused, adding, "He said that Lokan left a letter to Aethera (Idriel's mother) before I left Silvermoon City, what was written on that letter?" ”

He ...... Why didn't he tell you? ”

"He said he didn't know very well."

Amacer was full of slander in his heart, he had clearly told the guy about this matter, and this was obviously unwilling to talk about it.

"It's nothing, you didn't write it, there's no need-"

He shut up suddenly, and the old man's eyes were full of pleading, making it impossible for him to continue.

Likewise unable to speak.

What to say?

The letter was as mocking as sarcastic as Miss Aethra, like a despicable beggar who escapes punishment by deliberately soiling the beautiful clothes of a nobleman, and the words are filled with triumph and pathetic satisfaction. This alone wasn't enough to break an elf's heart to death, but the other languages were more vicious, and the writer of the letter compared Miss Athera to Jialan's most despicable prostitute, insulting and mocking her, saying that it was a "punishment" for the Nightwhisperers.

These, how to say?

The other party is still Idril's father, an old man who has nothing to do with this matter.

For the first time, he felt that it was better not to know the truth, that it would be much less troublesome.

Fortunately, Eric saved him.

"I know it's rude to interrupt like that," the writer abruptly interjected. "But our male protagonist is back, and he's still carrying a man on his back."

As if he had been pardoned, Amacer bowed his head and said sorry and left immediately.

Glazer was a little disappointed, but he had already got the answer from the tangled expression of the other party.

Mu Yan didn't tell him that Aethra was heartbroken and died, but only vaguely said "depressed and ended", but with Glazer's knowledge, how could he not know that this was a white lie?

The elf in front of her is the same, and it seems that Ellie is not wrong. The old man thought.

……

The elf walked up to Mu Yan and stared at this completely unfamiliar face.

Looking at the appearance of Surya, he knew who this person was, and there was no need to doubt it.

"Can't the swordsmen of Morningstar's realm even walk?" He said.

Although he knew that this was a friendly tease from the other party, Mu Yan, who hadn't dealt with the elves for a long time, still felt that it was like a mockery, no way, this race was born like this, his demeanor, tone, sentence breaks, and even the warping sound at the end of the word revealed a sense of mockery, and even he was not used to it after enduring it in Silver Moon City for so long in order to brush up his reputation.

Surya blushed. Since the confinement was released, she has been lying on Mu Yan's back, and the two of them tacitly did not mention this matter.

"That's better than being knocked unconscious." Mu Yan retorted.

The two looked at each other, smiled in unison, and then opened their arms and came to a long-lost hug.

"Needless to say, I'm sorry, it's better to let me know the truth than to be prejudiced against a race for a lifetime." As if he had not yet known a prophet, Amacer choked his words back into his stomach.

"Have you talked?" Mu Yan glanced at Glazer and saw that the old man was looking at him with a smile.

"At the beginning of the conversation, there are still many problems to be solved." The elf pointed to Eric, who had been eyeing him for a long time. "Tell me about my first human friend."

"Then I can only be the second one?"

"Not necessarily, maybe Surya was a little earlier than you."

"Damn the Appearance Society."

Mu Yan pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to the writer.

"Mr. Eric. You robbed me of my favor 'first kill'"

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about these details, it's nice to meet you anyway."

The latter's blank face was swept away, followed by excitement.

In every sense, it was Mu Yan who saved him at the beginning, and this time too.

"Thank you for giving me the title, but how does it feel to be 'killed by your last words'?" Eric asked.

His grinning appearance made Mu Yan stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood that what he said was the sentence engraved on the ring - "Forgiveness is the noblest revenge." ”

"Of course! I held back my words and tried to refute you. Mu Yan punched the other party and said with a smile: "I finally remembered, the second half of that sentence was 'But there is no need to consider nobility for the despicable'." ”

Eric raised an eyebrow: "What about the other one?" ”

"What?"

"The other line, 'I have never regretted my devotion to love,' is a classic quote from the elven poet Sawin, and the second half is 'But the scorching fire always makes me doubt it', why, don't you know?"

"......" Mu Yan remembered the previous misunderstanding, and wanted to beat this guy.

……

While they were greeting each other here, Jerry and Tom were hesitant on the other.

"That woman ......"

Jerry Mo rubbed his chin.

"The woman?"

Tom's eyes widened.

"And Mr. Muyan......"

"And Mr. Muyan?"

"It's not a shallow relationship......

"Relational ...... Not shallow? ”

"Old cat, can't you even see this relationship?" Jerry rolled his eyes helplessly.

Tom said of course: "What does it matter?" Companion, what else could it be? Didn't I carry you once or twice? ”

"Forget it, you're hopeless."

Jerry touched his remaining ear, thinking about how to explain it, but without paying attention, Tom had already walked up generously.

Not only that, but he also looked like he was talking happily with Mu Yan.

Doesn't seem like things are what I thought they were? Jerry was a little puzzled, according to his guess, this woman and Mu Yan have a lot of relationship, his two brothers hit the muzzle, the other party should be angry, but why is it still ......

At this moment, a hand fell on his shoulder.

"Rui, Mr. Ricky?"

He didn't find out when this one appeared, and in fact he couldn't.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not asking for your life." Ricky sat next to him.

Jerry was short, about the same size as the Tallinns, and the two of them stood together surprisingly well - I mean height.

"I can see that you are very careful." Ricky glanced at the last remaining ear. He knew what was going on, and how difficult it was for the other party to save his life from that farce.

"Isn't Mr. Ricky careless in order to survive?" Jerry smiled a little forcefully.

Even if the other party had no ill intentions, he felt a burst of pressure. It's like a guy who goes to the park to play basketball and turns his head to find that it's Joe's gang leader standing next to him. The name of the shadow of the tree can be used anywhere.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful, but get along with that guy," he pointed at Mu Yan and smiled, "There's no need." You can't be more 'careful' with him, and there is an older guy who is even more careful.

"So, instead of resisting uselessly, it's better to relax and enjoy the pleasure of not using your brain like I did." Ricky fell backwards and lay comfortably.

I haven't enjoyed it, and with Tom here, it's hard to think about it. Jerry was furnished.

But he could hear that the other party's words seemed to have a hint in them.

Before he could speak, Ricky, with his eyes closed, spoke again.

"It's too tiring to talk like this, so I'll make it clear. According to this guy's temperament, most of the time he will invite you to a meal and go your separate ways, after all, no one owes anyone. ”

I hope so, Jerry thought.

"But—that's what he thinks. I don't think so. ”

The Tallinn man sat up and said with a cold gaze: "Before accepting the commission, you have to think about the fate clearly, this is a compulsory course for mercenaries, understand?"

Jerry nodded, silent.

"Then you two are my captives, understand?"

"Good. If he asks you to leave on your own later, you say you have nowhere to go for the time being, and you want to follow us, understand? ”

“…… Mr. Ricky, is this a hire? The commission—"

"Smack."

Ricky slapped him in the head, and although it didn't hurt, it was loud.

"Do you understand how the captives should speak?"

Jerry rolled his eyes helplessly and lay down like the other party just now.

It's good that you can live a life without using your brain, he thought.

"Clever guy."

Ricky muttered, suddenly feeling that someone was staring at him, and when he turned around, he saw Glazer's smiling face, and suddenly realized that his little movements were all seen by the old fox.

"Thank you for everything you've done for Mu Yan, Mr. Ricky."

A voice drifted into my ears.

"Nothing, allyship."

The Tallinn replied faintly.