The King of Thorns

In the dark night, only the stars shine, and in the middle of the capital stands a group of tall, magnificent gray castles. Most of the castles are made of gray and blue stone hidden deep in the ground, and the traces of artillery fire on the city walls tell the cruelty of war and the hard-won peace.

There is a castle that is even bigger than the surrounding castle, which is originally a gray-white brick and stone surface, and it is luxuriously plated with a layer of gold, and under the cover of night, you can vaguely see the dark gold.

The castle is constantly manned by a large number of soldiers, some patrolling and others scouting from towering outposts. Walking into the long hall, the gray stone walls around it are also covered with gold, and at a glance, it looks like a grotto in a gold mine.

The soft gray carpet on the soles of the feet was sewn in precious bobcat skin, stretching from the doorway to the foot of the throne. On a golden seat inlaid with colored gems was a huge snow wolf skin, dressed in a gray-green silk robe with a long sword surrounded by thorn vines, a black crocodile coat, and a golden silk crown on his head, on which a dignified-looking man reclined.

Kneeling on one knee below was a strange man in a black cloak, and the man on the throne slowly opened his mouth and said in an arrogant tone:

"The news I got at the beginning is not at all now, do you know how long it has been, dear Captain Tiru?"

The man in black seemed to be a little anxious, and hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty, the reason why I can't find it is because someone is deliberately covering up the information and cleaning up the traces, and whenever we almost get a complete clue, we will always be forcibly interrupted by unknown people, resulting in..."The voice of the man in black gradually became smaller.

"So for ten years, I didn't get anything useful, right?" replied the king lightly.

"Yes"

The king's majestic face suddenly burst into a strange laugh:

"Twitter, cough, cough, twitter"

His green eyes gradually turned blood-red, and he suddenly stood up from his luxurious seat, and looked at his fingers with a hideous face, as if crying but also laughing, and let out an ugly low roar:

"He killed me 15 years ago, the most ......... Now, my dear, Falek, I will also kill your own son who has inherited the lowly Northland bloodline, and as for you, Sackfeller, I will, I swear, I will." The king raised his head in a muttered voice, his blank eyes staring at the stained windows of bright glass on the top floor.

Then he jerked up the volume and yelled

"With my hands, pluck off your mouse-like skull, !!!!!!!"

His Majesty the King, who came to an abrupt halt, came to Tiru's side like lightning, grabbed his ugly face hidden under the black robe, pressed his face to the latter's frightened eyes, grinned like a ghost, and said softly:

"3 months, look, what a lot of time, I miss you, don't mind going to see my Falek"

"Get out," the king smiled

Tiru, who was already trembling, had the terrifying demeanor of the past, staggering out of the castle, and that frightened look made the soldiers stationed a little moved, but, that's all, because they were all used to it.

After Thiru left, Pusen. King Auguste stood in the empty hall and quietly looked at a painting that had existed since the founding of the country: a green meadow full of flowers, a golden wheat wave planted on the left, and a blurred black and white figure standing quietly on the edge of the wheat field. On the right, there are jungle-like shrubs and vines, all crowded together, like distorted ink paintings, which is dazzling.

The king carefully pulled out a baby-like skull from his robe, smiled kindly, and said softly to it:

"Sleep in peace, my child, for your father will take revenge on you, and take them... Give it all, you must be obedient, wait for ....." In the dim night light, a strange painting, a man muttering to the baby's skull, there seems to be something in the unknown darkness, slowly taking the origin of the castle, like spreading around...

Mebis, who had no idea about this, was eating at the goat hotel, grilled steak with potatoes, fresh cheese with ale wine and braised chicken nuggets, all the dishes that could provide energy, he put them all together, as the sound of the boy's throat swallowing became faster and faster, the bowls on the round table were stacked higher and higher, and most of the guests who came to drink were attracted by his furious eating.

The maid who served the food to Mebis couldn't help but look sideways, and scolded in her heart, "What a rice bucket", and when she saw the handsome face of the young man, her freckled face couldn't help but blush, "It's quite handsome", and then twisted her fat ass and walked away slowly. The old drunkard Cam teased him while sipping a bottle of inferior ale:

"I said Mebis, you haven't eaten in a few days, and Aunt Merry's pigs don't eat as much as you do," he laughed

Mebis didn't respond, he underestimated his appetite, usually a large plate of meat and a few potatoes can make him full for a night, from the beginning to now, at least 6 stacks of large portions of beef and potatoes, 5 portions of pasta, but still feel empty stomach, the terrifying digestion speed and the endless hunger make him a little scared... But there is also some expectation, he clearly feels that the barrier of the big knight is weakened a little, although it is only a little, it can also make people crazy, if you can eat it all the time... Mebis snorted.

Which teenager doesn't have a passionate heart, a powerful force is always eager to be had, if Mebes wants to implement his beliefs, the cornerstone is to have the power to control his own destiny, outside this small continent, there must be more terrifying people, there is a sentence in his memory that he thinks is very meaningful:

"There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people"

The mountain of plates told the others how much the young man with a little childish look had just eaten, and his still flat belly made people wonder, and he went to the counter, drank a glass of low-alcohol fruit wine, paid the maid two golden pagodas, and returned to the tavern under the latter's charming eyes.

After washing, Mebis lay on the hard wooden bed with his limbs outstretched, recalling his father's past with himself, but his young heart quickly left this matter behind, because he believed that his father was invincible, even if everyone else died, he would be the one who survived in the end.

Dreaming that tomorrow's bread and desserts would be popular, Mebis slobed as she fell asleep. Far away in the small town of Tobiang, a group of figures in black cloaks rode tall iron-hoofed horses under the protection of the night, quickly and quietly heading to the distance, and that location was precisely the town of Green.