"Aite—"

"Father." Little Aite mustered up his courage and looked up at his father.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been angry with you in the morning." Atwood, the commander of the city barracks, squatted in front of his son, helping him arrange his leather armor and harness over and over again, trying to hide the reluctance in his heart.

"Father, it's me who didn't practice well enough......"

"No, you're doing a great job! Trust me, son, no one in my age is better than you, and I'm proud of you. Atwood's eyes were reddened. It's just that...... Mom and Dad are going to do something and can't take care of you for a while. We'll send you to Neverwinter first, and stay with your teacher for a while. Practice your sword skills well, and we'll pick you up when we're done. Tell me, can you take care of yourself? ”

"Of course, I'm an adult! What about Mom...... Where's Mom? Can't I say goodbye to her? Little Aite asked with tears in his eyes, after all, he was a child less than ten years old.

"She's just watching you upstairs, child, she loves you too much to come down and see you off." Atwood kissed his son on the cheek one last time, looked at the light-up teleportation array, and pushed the child and luggage towards the teleportation array. "Go, Aite, and remember, we're proud of you......"

"Me too!"

……

Little Aite vanished in the white light of the teleportation, and Atwood crouched there for a few more minutes before getting up and walking slowly upstairs.

When he pushed the door open, his wife was changing clothes in the room—a white priest's robe on the unwielding body, and then tied casually with a simple strap.

The sexy body and the holy white robe constitute an extremely seductive picture. However, looking at this scene, there was no lust in Atwood's eyes, only undisguised hatred.

"Don't look at me like that, it's her choice." Without looking back, the woman said, "Your wife is my most faithful pastor, and she has nothing but joy in her heart because she is possessed by me." ”

She turned, and the middle-aged woman's face had a divine glow that was extremely incommensurate with her body. The goddess avatar hung a mace from her already loose belt, and her taut garment became even more unable to cover her chest.

"Now come with me and see what your little friend is up to...... Also, don't worry about the safety of little Atwood, he has my lucky blessings on him, and danger will stay away from him. ”

“…… Then you'd better add luck to yourself, if the lady finds out that you have entered the ring city, she will never use a second knife to kill you! Atwood said hatefully.

Temorrah's heart was uncomfortable - the attitude of the people around the city who took God seriously was really exciting enough to stimulate God! So much so that she, who is usually known for her elegance, couldn't help but reply threateningly, "I know, but there is still your wife with me, so it's all up to you next." ”

"Forever! Forever! Don't threaten me with this! Atwood stopped, turned his head and looked at her coldly, his gaze piercing through the shell! Otherwise I'll make you understand why it's so easy to commit suicide in the Ring City! Do you really think that if the lady wants to kill the gods...... Will you only kill one avatar? ”

"I ......" Tymorrah was dumbfounded.

……

Atwood, who was far away in the future, suddenly woke up, and the corners of his eyes were a little cold.

He seemed to dream again about when he said goodbye to his father when he was a child...... The scene of that moment.

*****

The Forsaken's Bar - still known as the "Betrayer's Bar".

The boss is a legendary mage with a gloomy temperament, and the two are like a wonderful combination, but they unexpectedly form a safe place to drink in the ring city. Those who have a story are always attracted by the name, come here silently, order a glass of bitter cinder, and leave silently.

But over time, many people stayed and became regulars here.

The people who come here are nothing more than rebellion and betrayal.

There are some things that have no place in the world once they are done wrong, even around the city, except here. Like Phil Dabas, the famous traitor around the city – who, as a member of the Dabas race, betrayed the lady – is a regular here. He would also sit in the corner and drink, and no one would care.

When everyone has a story to tell, there's nothing to tell.

"Ding—"

The bell at the door is ringing.

Augustine, wiping his glass from behind the bar, looked up at the door, where an elderly elf with translucent silver-white hair pushed the door in.

"It's not open now, it's five o'clock in the afternoon, please open early." Augustin lowered his head and continued to wipe his glass, and said indifferently, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"I'm a regular customer, isn't that no exception?" The old elf ignored Augustine's refusal and sat down at the bar.

The old elf's robes were sewn from six different colors of top-quality velvet, and were inlaid with a dozen magical gems, which looked luxurious and dazzling; The robe on Augustine's body behind the counter, although also velvet, was pure black in color and rustic, with no ornaments on it.

Two elves are located on either side of the bar, and a lamp hangs between them, creating a wonderful picture.

"What do you drink?" Augustine was the first to speak to break the silence.

Even if Lao Ao falls around the city and becomes a lich in the future, he is still this character, and there is a very tolerant heart hidden under his cold appearance. Just like Atwood and other great gods, Penny, and level 40 great virtues, etc., Lao Ao would rather wronged himself than wronged customers when entertaining, and he is very patient.

"Cinders."

"I remember you never ordered this?"

"Because it's the last time I'm here...... Probably the last time to come. The old elf said, and there was silence between the two again.

However, when the wine was served, the old elf looked a little regretful. The elf's keen vision can clearly see the coal particles floating in the wine, and the smell of burnt has been tormenting his nasal cavity - it turns out that cinder wine is not an adjective, this is cinder, wine!

"How the hell is this wine made! Why do so many people like to drink it? The old elf couldn't help but complain.

"It's just ordinary malt liquor, and after it is brewed, it goes around the pipes of the big forge and becomes cinder wine. Wine can clean the pipes and make wine by the way, killing two birds with one stone. Augustine poured himself a glass as well, "Why do many people like it?" It's hard to swallow. ”

"Just because it's hard to swallow?"

"It's because it's hard to swallow."

The wine that you can't drink, the home you can't go back to, it's the same taste.

Augustin raised his glass and sipped it gently. He drank slowly, as if to taste the burnt bitterness.

The old elf also picked up the wine glass, and after only licking it, he almost spit it out. He retched for a long time before he relaxed, pushing the rest of the wine far away. "Damn, whose footwash is this! I've seen a lot of people order this for the first time, but I've been here for so long, and I still can't stand the taste! ”

"Because you don't belong here, it's good to go back to the forest." Augustine said lightly.

“…… Do you know who I am? Know I'm here to kill you? The old elf asked in surprise.

"I knew it from the first day you came to the bar." Augustine said calmly, "You may not know me as a nobody, but I can't fail to recognize the most genius in the history of the Green Leaf Clan, you are my idol, Master Angelo." ”

He raised his glass and drank it all.

"In fact, in our world, you are also a well-known genius, the Black Fire Flame Neophi......" Archmage Angelo said.

"The man is dead, and there's only Augustine here." Lao Ao interrupted and poured himself another glass of cinder. "Suddenly in a hurry to go back, is there something wrong with my hometown? Then I'll do it when I'm done drinking. ”

Augustine closed his eyes and slowly savored the last glass of cinder.

I've been running away for too long, and I don't want to run anymore.

"Is it really that good?" Seeing Augustine's appearance, the old elf Angelo took back the glass of wine again and sipped it gently, this time it seemed to taste something, and did not put it down again.

The bar fell silent.

The wine in the glass had already bottomed out, and Lao Ao, who was waiting decadently behind the bar and had sore feet, couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you do it yet?" ”

"What's hands-on? What hands? I'm here for a drink today. The old elf gave a funny expression, "Actually, it's impossible to do it...... If you don't come to Huancheng, you don't know how big the world is, but when you come to Huancheng, you know how small our world is, and how difficult it is to produce a legend!

Hundreds of years of talent gathered in one person to create a legend, who killed your hundreds of years of talent back to us? ”

"But I've almost destroyed a quarter of the elven kingdom."

“…… That's magic. "Can you not build a nuclear bomb just because it's risky? Magic is the most powerful weapon that anyone in this world can find.

At the end of the day, tolerance comes from a sense of fear in the heart.

If their homeland is an isolated world that is not connected to any world, then the world only needs a guardian who stands at the top of the world. Master Angelo will live for a thousand years, and he is in no hurry to train a successor. When Master Angelo stood at the top of his own world, he also suppressed this and expelled that very smoothly, and no one was allowed to be the second in politics.

At this time, Augustine was carrying the original sin.

But when Master Angelo went out to take a look, he found that it was not like that at all - the gods outside were walking all over the ground, and the legend was not as good as a dog! The strength is terrifying! His hometown was not invaded, but it was just because it was "worthless......

Master Angelo instantly felt Alexander! I feel that my family is very empty, and I can't help those people who have been suppressed in the past to help me share the pressure.

It's like an earthling, who is just complacent about the development of an exoskeleton mecha, and occasionally finds a group of bigwigs wandering a light year away in a Star Destroyer.

"That's what I'm going to say, think about it." Master Angelo finally drank the cinders from his cup and stood up.

"I'm going to do something lately, and if I can come back, my hometown will still be guarded by me. If I can't come back...... I hope you can go back to your hometown to protect her in my place, and that's why I'm here to see you today. ”