Ellie woke up from her sleep and didn't see her father smiling and saying good morning to her as usual. The girl's heart tightened, and she didn't have time to put on her shoes, so she ran out of the bedroom with her lovely feet barefoot.

Ellie was a little scared, afraid that her father would be the same as last time, and he smiled and said that he was just going out for a while, but he didn't know who was going to be carried back covered in blood.

Ellie's luck was good, as soon as she went out, she saw Robert walking towards the outside of the castle with a wooden basin, and the anxious girl hurriedly called the maid in black: "Sister Robert, have you seen Dad?" ”

"Miss, the lord is discussing something with the knights in the martial arts training ground" Before the gentle maid finished speaking, she saw that Ellie had run away, and the maid shouted loudly behind her: "Miss, please at least put on your shoes"

"Daddy~Daddy~"

"Hmm!"

Feel the familiar fragrance behind it, and the familiar name. Xinlos held back the pain, turned around, and gently touched his daughter's head: "What's the matter, Ellie, you seem to be happy today?" ”

Sinloth is not angry, this completely unscientific power can not only greatly increase the knight's strength, agility and reflexes, but also speed up the healing of wounds. This is also why, Roland's goods were obviously beaten into dead dogs, and they were able to drink again and run around again in just ten days.

Sinlos touched his daughter's head and squinted at Roland, who had accidentally shaken the branch in his hand into powder. Although it is not comparable to the power of Bismalco, who was covered in white and like an angel descending from the earth, the sharp edge is definitely not comparable to Ruziano's anger.

It stands to reason that the anger should be a faint gray color at the beginning, and as the cultivation becomes deeper, it will gradually move closer to pure gold. Bismal's pure white anger was already very strange, and Roland's anger turned out to be colorless. No wonder I didn't see him ignite his anger at all that day, it turned out that the colorless anger was shrouded in white mist, and there was no way to tell it.

Sinloth didn't mean to dig deeper, he told himself that they were all reliable and powerful knights, and that was enough.

"Hey, no. It's just that I'm in a better mood when I see my father, right, Dad, what are you all doing? Xinlos looked at his daughter's dusty little feet in distress, and he hurriedly picked her up from the ground. The girl hid in her father's arms, quietly poked her head out, and looked curiously at the three stupid people who were squatting on the ground and practicing writing.

"They, practice calligraphy."

Although it is a pity, Sinlos has to admit that his three knights seem to be illiterate. It's not that he can't read at all, at least Bismal still knows his own name, but Roland and Ruziano are

They can't be blamed for this, writing has always been the preserve of elegant aristocrats. The knights, who used their swords and shields as medals, did not pay much attention to this kind of thing. For them, they only need to recognize their own name and the name of their lord's family, and if they are more sophisticated, they will only learn some daily written language.

If you have to write a letter, just go to a scholar, and if you have all the time to waste on useless words, why not practice swordsmanship for a while? The knights of the royal capital were still like this, let alone the remote province of Britannia, the remote county of Ireland, and the countryside of Desmond?

They really can't be blamed for this, but Cynroth doesn't intend to endure it. My own knight is illiterate, and I feel ashamed to think about it. If Roland hadn't offered to ask Cynroth to help write the letter, Cynroth really wouldn't have known that these three guys couldn't read.

Thinking so, Sinloth came to Bismarck with his daughter in his arms.

Bismal was always the same serious in everything he did, waving the branch in his hand intently, like a monk offering to the gods. Sinloth couldn't help but nod as he looked at the row of ranking words that Bismal had left on the ground.

For hundreds of years, the wise monarchs of the empire began to enforce the imperial script. The magnanimous emperors could allow the defeated to keep their names, their possessions, and even their territories protected. But no matter how generous the emperor is, he will never compromise on the matter of words.

Wherever the empire is in the empire, the imperial script must be used.

The imperial text is horizontal and vertical, and the square place shows the domineering spirit of the empire. But because the font is too old-fashioned, the smoothness is obviously insufficient, and it always looks a little dull. But Bismal may be because he behaves in harmony with the font, and the use of this font complements each other. The ancient imperial language is not stiff in his hands, but there is a kind of atmosphere hidden in it.

Like the old pedants in the Imperial Library who specialize in Imperial literature.

Sinlos walked past the attentive Bismarcco and walked over to Ruziano. The young brown-haired knight scratched his head in pain, but he obeyed Sinloth's orders, painfully describing the twisted lines on the ground.

Seeing Ruziano's appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of Xinluos's mouth. As time went on, Sinloth found the guy to be quite cute. Originally, I looked at this guy with a rebellious face, and I thought he was a very difficult guy to get along with, but it turned out that although Luziano was a little arrogant, he was not difficult to get along with. Even if he didn't want to, he still squatted on the ground, honestly learning what he had despised before. It doesn't feel bad to see this proud guy eating deflated here.

With a brisk step, Sinloth walked up to Roland.

Sensing something strange in front of him, Roland raised his head suspiciously, and saw that it was the lord who came over with his daughter in his arms. Roland hurriedly lowered his head and made a serious writing.

Sinloth shook his eyebrows, this guy

Sinloth looked down and saw what Roland had written. Roland's font is too sharp, like a razor, and the piercing eyes are faintly painful. Naturally, it was not Roland who left anger in the font, but when he wrote, the drunkard accidentally incorporated some inner thoughts into it.

Words are like people, and it is from this that they come from.

Sinloth smiled, not blaming Roland. It's strange that this veteran is willing to learn these things honestly. He really prefers to use a tomahawk to talk to people than a pen.

However, this guy who always says that he is old, I'm afraid he doesn't think so in his heart.

At the age of thirty, in the original world of Sinloth, it is just the prime of life. Even in a world where life expectancy is much smaller, 30 years old, although it is not young, is definitely not too old.

Martyrs in their twilight years, full of strength? Interesting, really interesting

"Desmond, I'm back."

The knight, dressed in a single coat and wearing a long sword at his waist, stood at the junction and clutched a handful of Desmond's dirt.

"Jeremia, what are you thinking?"

"Ah, Gino, I'm just, a little emotional"

Jeremia tightened the straw hat on her head, as if to hide something. Gino looked at this old friend from many years ago suspiciously, and always felt that he hadn't seen him all these years, as if he had suffered a lot. Without the previous sharpness, it has become more restrained and calm.

Gino remembered the boy who raised the sword in his hand and swore to them that he would become a great knight and return to the cheers of everyone. Today, Desmond is still Desmond, and it seems that nothing has changed, but the boy will never come back. If it weren't for the many years of friendship, Gino wouldn't even be able to confirm that the person in front of him, whose eyes were full of sadness, would be the sunny and cheerful teenager.

"Over the years, you must have suffered a lot when you were out alone."

Hearing Gino's concern, Jeremiah subconsciously touched his chest, where more than a dozen wounds were crisscrossed: "No, it's nothing. It's not too hard, it's just that because of growth, I paid a little tuition. It's nothing compared to what I get. ”

"Why don't you go back to Desmond all these years? No matter what difficulties you face, Ruziano and I will help you, why do you want to die alone" In his memory, Jeremiah always smiled stupidly, naïve He always believed in people so easily. Completely different from the sad and cold knight in front of him, God knows what happened to him, and his personality changed so much.

"Gino." Jeremia turned her head and looked directly at her childhood friend with dark green eyes: "I thank you for your kindness, but we haven't seen each other for so many years, you shouldn't trust me so much." ”

"But we're friends!"

"Ah, friend," Jeremiah's eyes flashed softly at the mention of the word, but he quickly disguised it and said, "You know what, Gino. I've said this to others many times over the years. But do you know what happened to a lot of them? ”

"What"

"I sent them to hell with my own hands."

For a moment, Gino felt that the knight in front of him was so unfamiliar, maybe time and space would really change people. The simple boy of Desmond in the past, after many years of wandering outside, I am afraid that he will not be able to return to the past at all.

"Really," Gino whispered, bowing his head.

"Gino, I'm sorry. I just don't want you to go down the old path I've taken before. ”

"Hahahaha, I lied to you, and sure enough, Jeremia is a fool."

"Huh?" Seeing that the face that was raised again, there was not the expected sadness, but a bright smiling face, and Jeremia looked a little overwhelmed.

"Hahahaha, don't think that after hanging outside for a few years, you can pretend to be a senior. You're far from Mistress Bismalco. ”

Hearing Gino laugh more and more exaggeratedly, even tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. Jeremiah lowered his head, tightened his straw hat again, and laughed at himself: "Indeed, I was panicked just now. If it were Bismarck, it would have been true, and I still had a lot to learn. ”

"Welcome back, Jeremia."

"Well, I'm back."

"Two adults, can you help me? The wheels are stuck in the pit again, and I can't move out alone! ”