Regardless of the layout of the city, almost every city is divided into districts by class influence, even the Ionian province of Presidium, where freedom is a creed.

Compared to the bustle of other regions, the northwest corner of Presidium is a bit quieter, as it is where the central government of Ionia is located. Centered on the Ionian Central Government, there are some buildings of great importance or secrecy all around, such as the central square of Presidium, the Ionian Court as a model of fairness and neutrality, and the Yue Academy that cultivated the son of the stars, Soraka, etc., and even the Ionian Sword Academy, which has cultivated countless talents, can only stay in the outer area of the northwest corner.

It can be said that this place, which looks inconspicuous from the map, is the heart of Presidium and the whole of Ionia. This is a place that every Ionian yearns yearns for, and every year many people from all over Ionia flock here just to see the true face of this area, and the identity and status of those who can own a home here are self-evident.

And now, Fang Yan is here.

Walking through the streets with ease, passing by buildings that enjoyed a high status in the whole of Ionia, Fang Yan had approached the most central area of the northwest corner. At this time, Fang Yan began to slow down.

When he was about to arrive at his destination, Fang Yan's heart surged with a lot of indescribable emotions, is it firm? Proud? Or is it a hint of sourness? Maybe both, but more of a nostalgia for the past.

It's slow, but it's still coming. Stopping and standing in front of an ordinary-looking house, Fang Yan's gaze swept up and down the house, and everything here hardly changed. The main body of the house is dark gray, the size is only three or four rooms, and the appearance looks ordinary and ordinary to the point that it can even be said to be ugly, which is incompatible with the Ionian architectural style that advocates art.

But when the name was written on the nameplate in front of the house, which was so ordinary that the self-proclaimed artists despised it, no one dared to say more. That name is: Dolan.

As the recognized No. 1 forger in the Big 6, Dolan's three pieces of equipment in his early years are still active in the Summoner Canyon battlefield of the War College, and his masterpieces are countless, and when he was young, he left his footprints in the entire Valoran Big 6, and his story is still sung by bards from all walks of life. Some people say that he is generous and righteous, some people say that he is majestic and dignified, and some people say that he is kind and benevolent, and there are simply different opinions about what kind of person Dolan is, but most of them are just hearsay, and those who have really seen Dolan are too lazy to argue.

At least in Fang Yan's eyes, his master Dolan was a bad old man with a strange temper and a short temper.

Thinking back to the time when he got along with the master before, Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh helplessly, looked up at the familiar house in front of him, and finally gritted his teeth and walked away. Already here, how can you still hold back?

stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob, the door was really unlocked, and Fang Yan opened the door with a slight twist. The moment the door opened, a foul smell struck suddenly, making Fang Yan dizzy, and he hurriedly closed the door with a "bang" and breathed in the fresh air outside.

"Sure enough・・・・・・" Clenched his fist, Fang Yan's face was full of anger, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, "I'm spoiled, this old man can't take care of himself at all." ”

Gritting his teeth, he put Elsa, who had just been almost stupid, on the grass outside to let her rest, and plucked up the courage to open the door, Fang Yan hurriedly pinched his nose and flashed to the side. After the stench from inside had dissipated for a few minutes and faded a little, Fang Yan walked in with a frown, and when he saw the appearance inside, his face instantly darkened.

The wooden floor was stained with black stains everywhere, and countless garbage were piled up on the floor, and the stench was everywhere here, making it a paradise for flies and mosquitoes, and even the small furniture was staggered and covered with filth and garbage, which looked no different from garbage.

Overall, it's not like a one-person house at all, and it's a good place for a garbage dump in every way.

Since it was already so dirty that there was nowhere to put his feet, Fang Yan didn't shy away from it, he simply avoided a few piles of garbage, and walked towards it like this, and he didn't care about the sticky mass of dirty liquid splashing on the ground with his feet.

Walking through the hall to the bedroom door, opening the door was also a foul smell, Fang Yan frowned, and turned his gaze to the figure lying on the thing that could barely be recognized as the bed. The snoring sound shook the world, and he was reluctant to throw away the wine bottle that had already dried up in his hand, and his white head and beard had become a gray mess, and his wrinkled face was an old state that could not be concealed.

"How did this happen?" Hating iron does not make steel, although it is not suitable to be used here, but Fang Yan's mood at the moment is like this. Throwing the package to the side casually, Fang Yan walked to the side of the bed and shook Dolan vigorously: "Hey, old man!" Wake up! ”

Awakened by Fang Yan's sudden movements, Dolan opened his eyes and saw Fang Yan staring at him in front of him at a glance. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Dolan continued to close his eyes and prepare for sleep, muttering, "I've dreamed of this stinky little ghost again, bad luck." ”

Fang Yan was silent. The bottom of his eyes seemed to be a little moist, biting his lip, Fang Yan said, "Master, I'm back." "It's not high, but it's unusually clear.

After speaking, the scene fell silent.

After a few seconds, Dolan opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his eyes and saw that who else was not his apprentice in front of him? The appearance is the same as a year ago, but it looks much more mature and stable.

Dolan came to his senses in an instant.

Fang Yan lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, and repeated his previous words: "Master, I'm back." ”

"Hehe," Dolan suddenly smiled weirdly, his tone full of mockery, "The little bastard can't live anymore and wants to come back and beg me to take you in?" Didn't you go very resolute at the beginning? Cut! ”

"You're the one who can't get by, right? Look at yourself now! Immediately reciprocating as before, Fang Yan's tone was full of anger. Dirty and messy is no longer enough to describe, to put it mildly, it is like a beggar, Fang Yan knows that it is not that Dolan will not take care of himself, he was all over the big 6 when he was young. The only explanation can only be that he did it on purpose.

Facing Fang Yan's angry eyes, Dolan picked his nose and said nonchalantly: "I'm doing well, I like it, don't worry about it, you little ghost." Didn't you say you wouldn't be my apprentice, so what do you care about me? ”

Fang Yan didn't speak, just stared at his master intently.

Facing Fang Yan's gaze, Duolan didn't care, but instead noticed another point, and smiled weirdly: "Huh? You've gotten better when you come back this time? Then let me try, little bastard, stinky little bastard, little bastard・・・・・・"

Fang Yan said: "My anger can already be controlled. ”

If you were Fang Yan, who had been tormented by anger a year ago, she must have already gone out at this moment, and her anger had too much impact on the stability of people's spirits, especially when they had not yet mastered it. But now, in the face of Master Dolan's temper, Fang Yan can already deal with it calmly, and at this moment he only feels guilty.

Yes, guilt. As an apprentice, Fang Yan was raised by his master since he was a child, and he was called master and apprentice, in fact, it is not impossible to say that he is a father and son, and a grandson. Seeing the master living the life he was living like now, all Fang Yan could feel was guilt, and he didn't have the heart to show off his new equipment before.

Without further words, Fang Yan turned around and left Dolan's bedroom, digging out the dirty bucket and mop from the garbage heap in the living room and bringing them to the faucet to wash them. Fill a bucket of water, stoop over the mop and scrub it in the living room. The dirt accumulated on the ground was very thick, and Fang Yan's mopping and washing was very slow, but it was very stable, and it was not the same as the previous frizz.

When he was a child, Fang Yan remembered that there were still a few servants at home, but as Dolan got older and older, his temper became worse and worse, and the servants were finally gone. So, all the work such as cooking, washing dishes, cleaning and mopping the floor was attributed to Fang Yan, and his master had always been quite lazy. In the past, Fang Yan was always full of complaints when he did these things, but at this moment, he only felt steady, and he was more serious than ever.

Dolan leaned against the door and looked at Fang Yan who was bent over and working, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were slightly moist. Interrupting his emotions with a cold snort, Dolan turned around and walked into the bedroom, and after a while, he walked out with the Night Star Hammer that Fang Yan had thrown in the package.

"You forged this?" Playing with the heavy sledgehammer with ease, Dolan asked.

"Hmm." Fang Yan kept responding.

Surprise and pride flashed in his eyes, but Dolan said forcefully: "So-so, it's still far from leaving the school, just be here to work as a small worker for me." ”

"Okay." Fang Yan kept responding.

A happy smile swelled up on his face, but Dolan tried his best to restrain it, and deliberately said in a mocking tone: "Yo, how many times can you fight this in a day?" ”

On the way before, he had thought that Dolan would say this, and he was ready to fight back, but at this moment, Fang Yan didn't want to spray with the master anymore, so he said lightly: "If you fight it in seven days, you won't be able to fight the same thing in the future." ”

"Humph! Still insisting on your broken theory that 'every piece of equipment is a work of art' is really stupid in Ionia! He was about to continue squirting, but Dolan suddenly thought of something and seemed to stop his mouth, and said, "If you want to persevere, you can persevere, I want to see what you can become in the end." ”

"I'll go to bed first, you clean well, don't be lazy! If you feel that you can't stand it, get out immediately and don't come back, don't think about leaving now and don't want to leave in the future, let me hear! ”

The movement in his hand paused, Fang Yan buried his head and continued to clean, only throwing out a sentence: "I'm not leaving." ”

"Humph!" Walked back to the bedroom with a cold snort, closed the door with a "bang", threw his body on the bed, looked at the dirty ceiling, and two lines of tears suddenly burst out of his eyes.

"The dream ・・・・・・ real! It's good to be back, it's good to be back・・・・・・"

(PS: First, thank you to the book friend "Wind?") Spend the wrong "★ reward", thank you for your support. Dolan's impression was very vague in my mind, and there was no information to find, so I boldly created such a character, hoping that everyone would accept it. And the plot with Dolan is generally warm, our positioning of him is like this, a master with a very strange temper but a deep affection for Fang Yan. Finally, because of various problems, the network in the dormitory may not be good until next week, so I have to go to the Internet café every day to upload it this week, and the update will usually be in the evening. ）