At midnight, I put on my nightgown, turned on the maglev oil lamp, and quietly walked down the stairs. Coming to the inside of the study on the first floor, I locked the door, went to the bookshelf in the middle, and moved the wall lamp on the wall slightly, and the floor was removed.

I climbed down to the library, where Mr. Mark was waiting. He had slipped in a long time ago, silently, not even the dogs, and I didn't hear any opening and closing sounds as he moved the floor.

He landed lightly on the ground and walked over to me, he took off the horrible skeletal mask on his face, which he hated, and grabbed my shoulders.

"Where's your father!" Listening to his tone, something serious seemed to be there, and hopefully it was just my intuition.

"They'll be there later." I said, lowering my gaze.

He closed his eyes, although he was not old, about forty-eight or nineteen years old, a full ten years older than his father and mother, and the years had left a vivid mark on his face.

"Mr. Mark and I used to be very close." My mother once told me that she said this with a smile on her face. I even felt like her face was flushed.

I first met Mr. Mark on a cold day. In Whartont, you can feel a real winter here due to the long period of being off the ground.

The North End is full of frozen people dying on the streets, but the situation in the East Side is very different.

When we woke up, there was a fire in the fireplace in the house, and we ate a hot breakfast, then wrapped in the leather armor of the black monster to keep warm, and leaned on the window to admire the beautiful snowflakes.

Due to the fact that the floating continent is 10,000 meters above the ground, it snows almost all in winter, and it is constantly underground, and it is difficult to have sunny days.

It's unlikely, but it also means that one day, the snowfall that lasted for a month and a half ended.

I don't know who moved the heavens and the earth that day, the fog was blown away, and the sun was very dazzling, but it did not relieve the biting chill in the slightest. The thick snow is covered with a layer of hard ice.

Our wolfhound, Doudou, a larger puppy, walked on it, and then he put his mind at ease, howled happily, and rushed forward. Mother and I walked slowly towards the woods next to the manor.

I took my mother's hand and looked back as I walked. In the middle of the city, Whartont's large bell tower shines in the reflection of sunlight and snow, and the shimmering windows seem to blink as if they are blinking, which is spectacular.

By the time we walked out into the sunlight and into the woods, it was as if I was shrouded in pencil shadows.

"If you see a gentleman standing in the shade of a tree, don't be afraid." Mother said, bending slightly towards me, her voice so soft that I couldn't help but clench her hands tighter.

I was only six years old at the time, and it seemed to me that my mother was just seeing a man, and it was no big deal.

Under the frost, the whole world seemed to stand still. The woods were quieter than the snow-covered lawns, and we walked slowly into the depths of the woods to feel the tranquility of our surroundings.

"It's still the same." My mother said she kept her voice down so as not to break the silence. "He may want to scare us, so be prepared to lower your body and look at your surroundings, just like your father taught you. Do you see the footprints? ”

The snow around us remained as it was, "No, Mom. ”

"Very well, so you can probably figure out where it might be. Where might he be hiding in this case? ”

"Behind the trees?"

"Very well, but what about here?" Mother pointed overhead, and I craned my neck to look at the canopy overhead, frost glittering in the broken sunlight.

"Always keep an eye on everything around you." Mother smiled and said, "Look with your eyes, and if possible, never look down." Don't let others notice where your gaze is. There are many opponents in your life who will try to understand your intentions. As long as they can't guess, the situation will be very favorable to you. ”

"Mom, will our guests climb the trees?" I asked her.

Mother laughed "poof", "No, actually, I've seen him, Luna, did you see that?" ”

We stopped, and I looked around, "No, Mom."

"Show up." Mother exclaimed, and sure enough, not far in front of us, a gray-bearded man came out, took off his hood from his head, and bowed to us.

The men of the Hakoniwa aristocracy are all the same, and they look down on all those who dress differently from them. They had smiles on their faces, expressions that were somewhere between bewildered and bored, as if they were ready to utter a witty remark that seemed to be the most important thing for all the men of the aristocracy.

But the man in front of me is different: Guan is his beard is enough to prove that although he is smiling, that smile is gentle but serious, which just shows that he thinks twice before speaking, and is a man who does what he says.

"I see your shadow, Mr. Mark." Mother smiled as he walked up and kissed her outstretched hand, then mine, and bowed again.

"Shadows?" He spoke, his voice gentle but slightly rough, like that of a general. "Well, it seems that I am not as skilled as I used to be."

"That's too bad, you're less and less like your title." Mother laughed, "Luna, this is Mr. Mark Davis Abraham, a former Overseer general, and he's my daughter, and she's Luna." ”

Colleague? Like Black Widow? No, he was nothing like them: he didn't stare at me, and he didn't have the traditional Black Widow logo on his clothes.

"Hello, Charming Miss." His voice, though rough and gruff, had an inexplicable charm.

My mother looked at me with serious eyes, "Mr. Mark is our close friend and protector, and when you need help, he should be the first thing you think of. ”

"Understood, Mom." Although my heart was full of doubts, I held back.

Mr. Mark nodded, "It's an honor to serve you, miss." He said to me.

I curtsied, "Thank you, sir." ”

Beanie ran over, and he excitedly welcomed Mr. Mark, who was clearly good friends.

"Can we talk? Ella. Mr. Mark said, putting on his hood, and motioning for us to talk as we walked.

Why did he call my mother Ella? I'm confused, but now is not the time to ask.

My mother beckoned me to play on the side, and I walked a few steps ahead and listened to the bits and pieces of their whispered conversation. I heard "Protector" and "Overseer," but those were just words I used to overhear behind the door. It wasn't until a few years later that those words took on a deeper meaning.

And then that happened.

Mother and Mr. Mark tense up at the same time, and Beanie stands up the hair all over her body and begins to bark. Then the mother jerked away.

I followed my mother's line of sight, and saw a huge wolf standing in the bushes to my left: a wolf with blue and white hair, standing quietly among the trees, looking at me with hungry eyes.

A wooden handle quickly popped out of my mother's hand warmer, and with a slight spin in her hand, a silver blade appeared in her hand, and she took two quick steps in front of me. I grabbed her dress as she faced the wolf, holding the blade in front of me.

On the other side, Mr. Mark pinched the back of Doudou's neck to prevent it from swooping down as it roared. I noticed that his other hand reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Wait." The mother said in a commanding tone, and she raised a hand and motioned for Mr. Mark to passive, "I don't think this wolf will attack us. ”

"I'm not so sure, Ella." Mr. Mark reminded her, "It looks hungry, and it's desperately hungry." ”

The wolf stared at my mother, she turned her head, and at the same time spoke to the two of us: "It can't find food in the forest, so it runs here desperately, it's a black wolf, this kind of wolf doesn't take the initiative to attack people, but I think this black wolf is hungry, and it still knows in its remaining will that if it attacks, it will be our enemy, and it is better to forage elsewhere than to face a difficult enemy." ”

Mr. Mark let out a short laugh, "Why do I smell a hint of allegory?" ”

"Hmph." The mother smiled and said, "This is meant to be a fable. ”

The black wolf stared at us for a moment, then lowered his head, turned away, and walked away slowly.

We watched it disappear into the woods, and then my mother put away her posture and put the knife back. I looked at Mr. Mark, who had buttoned up his coat and the sword was gone.

My mother came over, crouched down and put her arm on my shoulder, and said, "Luna, remember at all times, when you encounter a black wolf, don't take the initiative to attack, you must always keep an eye on its movements, just as it does when it notices you, and hold this, remember to open it at critical moments." ”

My mother handed me the wooden-handled knife she had just had, it was my first knife and my most precious one.

And then that day came and went one step further.

In November 2539, it was my first day of school, and my first day of study at the High Overseer's School.

That day, I woke up early, put down my diary, left home, and boarded the train to the city center.

My mother and father had not been home for a few days because of some personal matters, and all they left for me were a hundred Nobels and an electronic notepad.

I bowed my head and immersed myself in my own memories, talking about my childhood, with its joys and sorrows, but now, what I remember most vividly is the follow-up to Mr. Mark's meeting in the secret room in the library: I had a brief conversation with Mr. Mark, and he walked to the desk next to him, while I waited for my father and mother to arrive.

They came a little slowly, I remember vividly, I informed them, but they were really slow this time, and I was about to go up and call them, and just as I was about to set off and crawl out of the chamber, they came.

Mr. Mark was waiting for them at the desk beside him, with a piece of paper that appeared to be a map, and a book full of strange symbols in his other hand.

Seeing that his father and mother were coming, Mr. Mark looked up, he smiled, and said, "Hudson, Ella, you are here." Then his face returned to calm.

The mother did not speak, and Mr. Mark asked to be seen alone; So, they went into the small room on the side of the secret room. My father sat in a chair beside him, his head propped up in his hands, as if he was worried about something.

Curious, I looked through the keyhole in the small room and saw my mother sitting in a chair, holding Mr. Mark and hanging her head with a very sad expression. After a moment, I seemed to hear him sobbing.

After a while, they came out of the room, and Mr. Mark took his mother's hand and walked up to his father, and handed him his hand, "Hudson, Ella will be handed over to you." He had a smile on his face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

My father nodded, his expression a little sad, Mr. Mark didn't care, he came to me, squatted down and took my hand and said, "Pretty lady, I can't protect you for the time being, so you take this: the sword." ”

After saying that, he took out a sword from his waist, it was the same sword that disappeared from his waist that day, the hilt was a grayish metallic gray, very large, but very handy.

The blade of the sword was light blue, with a slight metallic gray, and Mr. Mark put the sword into its sheath for me, and then handed it to my hand, "Remember, child, it is not the weapon in your hand that is really wrong, but the person who uses it to hurt people. ”

He took a necklace from his neck and carried him around my neck, it was a necklace with a wolf's head, and the sharp sideburns accentuated its ferocity and wolf nature.

Mr. Mark patted me on the shoulder: "The black wolf is a sane creature. Then he stood up and walked away, taking a few steps back to the meeting.

"Hudson, Ella, let's do it first." Mr. Mark put on his hood, and a huge cloud of smoke enveloped the room.

In the hazy smoke, I heard my mother's cry, which was a few years ago, and I still remember it vividly, it was the first time I heard my mother's helpless and grieving cry.

I looked at the wolf head necklace around my neck, then at the time of the electronic notepad on my wrist, and sighed deeply, how could my childhood be so complicated and changeable.

I opened the electronic notepad and continued to begin what I call a "chronicle".