In the dream, Liszt seemed to go back to his childhood in the previous life, when the weather was fine, it was rare that his father was also there, and the family of three was happily camping in the suburbs, his father was playing the barbecue grill, his mother was playing the harmonica briskly, and he was teasing the turtle in the water, watching it slowly climb step by step...... Suddenly, a deafening gunshot broke the silence, and Liszt looked back to see his parents lying in a pool of blood, while a demon with red eyes was sneering strangely at him......

Liszt woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, the dream was so real that even he could feel the chill emanating from the cold barrel. It took a full ten minutes for Liszt to emerge from his terrifying dream. A ray of sunlight shone in from outside the cave, giving Liszt some warmth, but before Liszt could enjoy it, he found his father, Yang, lying on his side below. Yang still had a vague smile on his lips, but it was clear that he had left this world.

Liszt's mind was blank, he had seen the darkness and cruelty of this world before he fell unconscious, but he did not expect that this world would take away even the only light he had - he had lost his loved ones again, and he could not do anything about it. He even began to doubt the meaning of his existence, why, why did the world take everything from me even if I changed worlds? Liszt began to roar in pain in his heart, why? My loved ones are always so unlucky?

After experiencing great pain, Liszt did not get hysterical, he just sat silently, quietly looking at his father, Yang. As if to engrave his appearance in my heart. In this way, Liszt sat for three days and three nights, until hunger and thirst tortured his body to the point of collapse, and he broke free from his sorrow, obeyed his instinctive desire to survive, ate the venison from his father, who had already dried up, and drank the cold water in the pot by the fire, and Liszt's eyes moistened again. Although his father rarely accompanied him in this life, and although his father was always silent in front of him, he still protected himself with his life without regrets.

After eating and drinking, Liszt barely managed to concentrate and organize his thoughts. In his memory, the last time he was awake, there was only an incomparably huge meteorite in his eyes, and he reacted that it should be the last resort of the old mage Isad, not surprisingly, before the meteorite fell, he should have lost his breath. As for the culprit of his father's death, Liszt only remembered that in a half-asleep and half-awake dream, a mysterious force manipulated his body, allowing him to kill the enemy hidden in the cloak in one fell swoop. He had a vivid memory of his might, but it was clear that he had no control over himself, and what he was doing seemed to be of his own volition, but it was like a marionette, which confused him. If he could control this power, he could easily save his father. Liszt thought.

Liszt stopped thinking nonsense, he collected his thoughts, put aside the things he didn't understand, and began to sort out his father's relics and groom. Just as Liszt took off his leather armor for his father, he was surprised to find that his father still had a thin notebook in his clothes, and on the cover there was a line of beautiful and beautiful words - love is the essence of life, Nataya. What is it? And who is Nataya? Liszt had too many unknowns, but he had a hunch that once he opened this notebook, all his doubts would be solved. Liszt forcibly suppressed the curiosity and thirst for knowledge in his heart, gently put the notebook aside, and carefully packed up his father's relics. After a busy morning, Liszt sorted out all his father's belongings and buried his father solemnly, and behind his father's tombstone, Liszt also erected the tombstones of his Uncle Hans and Aunt Mary, but Liszt could no longer find the remains of the two of them from the town where only ashes remained.

Liszt stood in front of his father's grave for a long time, kowtowed heavily, then lifted his packed luggage and relics, and left this sad place without looking back.

Seven-year-old Liszt was only one meter two or three at this time, dragging his father's armor and weapons wrapped in rags with difficulty, limited by his young body, although Liszt exercised since he was a child, and he did not treat himself badly when he ate and drank, but the longbow and armor used by his father still made it difficult for him to move with all his strength. Liszt had no choice but to move these weapons and protect them from being taken away, so he had no choice but to find a place near his father's grave, bury them in the ground, and clean up the nearby traces so that no one else would steal them. Liszt was so busy until late in the evening that he had taken care of everything. However, Liszt could not leave, the jungle in the evening was full of all kinds of deadly threats, Liszt only found a house near the town that was not completely burned down, and settled in, fortunately, because of the fall of the extremely shocking meteorite, few lives dared to approach here, which made Liszt feel a little relieved, and was able to take a good look at his father's notes by the fire.

Taking out the notes, Liszt found that they were made of fine parchment, with the beautiful face of a young girl painted on the cover. Could this be my mother, that Nataya? Liszt's mind was full of doubts. His father, Yang, never said anything to him about his mother, and he was always silent about his past, not revealing a single thing, full of mystery.

Liszt turned the first page of his notebook, entered the inner world of his father, Yang, who had never been close, and learned about his ordinary and great life.

"Today is the 18th of June in the year 1243 of the Kegistan calendar, today is a good day, beautiful Lady Nataya, please forgive me for my poor vocabulary, I really don't know how to phrase it, so that I can restore your beauty on this piece of paper to one thousandth, no, no, one thousandth, thank you for the precious notebook you have given me, I will protect the testimony of our friendship with my life."

"The time we spent fighting side by side in Vizjata was fleeting, but unforgettable, the tacit understanding that didn't even need a look was something that Kovaan's ice cube couldn't understand, hahahahahaha, when I think of Kovaan's stinky face, I can't help but want to laugh, hahahaha, I'm sorry, please allow me to laugh for a while......"

"Dear Lady Nataya, you and I are about to part ways, how I wish I could join you in hunting the demons that have been so frequent lately, but I have a mission to go to Xiansai, my homeland, where terrible things have happened, and Kovaan and I must return immediately. Forgive me, dear, I'll come back to you as soon as it's over, I swear. My heart is always after you, may the Holy Spirit bless you, my dear. ”