Chapter 2: Eight Hundred Miles of the Imperial Capital

Meg, everyone in the imperial capital and even in the enemy country knew that she was the first and only genius of the Demon Martial Cultivator in a hundred years.

Thanks to the current president of the Wizards Guild, Silas, as his teacher, and with the martial arts left by his family, he has paid extraordinary hardships to become famous.

Lynch knew who Meg was, but had never seen her, and the last time he had ever seen Meg was that night.

That night, when the moon was at its fullest and brightest, the wide courtyard was not lit, and the rats shivering in the flowers and plants could be seen in the wide courtyard.

Lynch, who was dressed as a house slave, knelt behind Meg at that time, and watched Meg holding a sword that glowed cold in the moonlight, which was the fastest sword, killing Lynch's grandfather Raymond as quickly as possible.

"Live well, don't die!"

These were Raymond's last words, and he watched expectantly as Lynch was sent out the back door of the Dalton family.

And the sword that couldn't be faster could only see a cold light blink by, and it became Lynch's goal to live.

The heavy door was closed, and the seemingly exiled Lynch stood in front of it, his eyes unusually empty. There was a terrible roar behind the gate, and the clashing of swords was so piercing, but Lynch stood as if he had not heard it, and stood as if he had lost his mind.

At the age of fifteen, he had to bear the tragedy of his family being ruined, and he had to watch his grandfather being brutally killed, but he had no power to save him.

Instead, he fled like a dead dog and survived. Yesterday was still the pride of the sky, and it ended like this in one night.

From heaven to hell, ordinary children of the same age will definitely not be able to withstand such a blow, which shows that Lynch's heart is different from others.

It seems that the heavens also have sorrow, removing the bright moon and sprinkling a downpour to declare the sadness in the heart.

It was a night of heavy rain, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was unprecedented, and the empire had not seen such a huge rain in the hundreds of years since its founding, with thunder and heavy rain falling down.

Suppress the endless screams and screams in the Earl's Palace.

"Ah, come, you come!!" came a familiar voice from inside the door, a voice full of grief and indignation, a voice that was extremely cold.

"That's my father. Lynch closed his eyes and said to himself. The rain mat was mixed with two lines of clear tears.

Boom! Another thunderclap reprimanded the imperial capital.

As if the thunder had awakened Lynch, he opened his eyes that were not mixed with any emotion, and limped away.

Thunder and lightning illuminate the way forward, and rain covers it. Under the reflection of thunder and lightning, the thin shadow looks particularly lonely and depressed.

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When the first rays of the morning sun shone in the alley, Lynch, who had been sleepless all night, realized that it was already dawn! His lips were blue from the cold night, and he raised his head to meet the mild morning sun.

The alley is east-west, so you can only enjoy the sun twice a day, once in the morning and once in the sun.

Lynch, who was even more depressed than the previous days, just curled up in the corner of the wall and did not move, and no one bothered him here.

Passers-by who behave nobly on the avenue do not walk in this dark and damp alley, and who would waste their physical strength to bully a child if they live here temporarily.

What's more, he's still a cripple.

This day felt that it was extremely long, and from time to time he watched the shadow of the wall on his toes grow little by little, covering his body, and it was only noon.

The hollow eyes couldn't tell the sadness, and Lynch once again felt that it was evening when the sun was shining, and he couldn't hold back that hopeful heart.

At this time, a person walked into the narrow alley, with a black and fat robe, covering his whole body, and slowly walked into the alley.

It's like wandering around your own flower field, and it looks very casual.

The refugees were all looking at him pitifully, but this man was just walking...

Just walk, not in a hurry.

It wasn't until in front of Lynch that he stopped, looked at Lynch scrutinically, and then said, "Kid, are you okay!?"

It seemed to be an inquiry, but it sounded a little uncontrollable trembling, as if he was using all his strength to try to make his tone sound so ordinary.

"It's okay, it's not dead, isn't it?" Lynch said lightly, as natural as taking a sip of boiled water.

The man was stunned when he heard this, and it was hard to imagine that it came from the mouth of a child. He knew what Lynch had been going through during this time, but he didn't expect it to cause such a big change to Lynch.

"That's right, it's good not to die!"

The man groaned for a moment, then said, "I'm a friend of your grandfather Raymond, and he has entrusted you to me, you know?"

Lynch looked at this person without blinking, and did not answer this person's question, as if he had known it for a long time, and said slowly: "You are late!"

You're late!!

It's like a child's complaint, and it's like a reproach, but under this calm voice, there is so much sadness hidden.

The man looked like a middle-aged man, took a deep breath, and didn't dare to look at this child who was more than ten years younger than himself: "So you know, sorry, I'm late!"

The man pulled Lynch, who was sitting on the ground, up and whispered, "Kid, we have to go!"

As he spoke, he took Lynch's hand and was about to walk out of the alley where he had been staying for nearly a month, but Lynch did not move, and the man looked at Lynch suspiciously.

"I'll go say goodbye to Erin and go!" Lynch said lightly as he broke free from his grip.

The man seemed to be trying to say something, but when he saw Lynch's walking, his face was surprised, and he said in a trembling voice, "Why are you lame?"

Lynch didn't say anything, and the silent silence made the man feel more and more panicked in his chest.

It's almost time for the big golden tooth steward to send the leftovers, even if Lynch wants to leave the imperial capital again, he has to say goodbye to Erin, no matter what Erin's intentions are, he can help himself, this is a fact.

The wait was not very long, and the big golden tooth steward appeared, followed by Erin, and the refugees still grabbed food like dogs.

Grab fast, disperse quickly, Lynch stepped on unusual steps, slowly walked towards Erin.

"I'm leaving!" Lynch's immature voice opened first.

Erin lowered her little head and nodded slightly, as if she was reluctant and nervous, and said with an embarrassed little face: "When will you come back?"

If he had a choice, Lynch would not want to leave the imperial capital that gave birth to him and raised him. Even if it's bad, it's his home.

No, it was once his home.

Lynch couldn't get an answer after thinking for a while, and the only thing he could say firmly was: "I don't know, but I will definitely come back." ”

"Then I'll wait for you!" Irene's big eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Good!!"

At this time, the man on the side walked over, glanced at Lynch and then looked at Irene, without saying a word, which made Erin look restrained.

"Let's go!" the man whispered.

"Good. Lynch said calmly, but no one noticed that his eyes became a little sharper, and the next moment they regained their previous indifference.

Lynch didn't say much more to Erin, because he was already a little bit bored. After the middle-aged man appeared, Erin became strange, and Lynch was not naïve to think that the two were not related.

Just don't say it, what's the use of saying it?

In the alley, the middle-aged man was in front and Lynch was behind, walking step by step towards the avenue leading to the city gate, but the man did not take Lynch to the direction of the city gate.

If he didn't say it, Lynch naturally wouldn't ask more.

Lynch only knew that this middle-aged man he had never met would not leave him.

At least not for now, he won't be abandoned, and not just because he is willing to risk being an enemy of the Empire to find himself.

Lynch struggled to follow the man, although the man tried to support him several times, but was silently rejected by Lynch, and was paranoid and walked on his own.

After passing through the avenue that is still prosperous and noisy because of anyone's loss, there are many people coming and going, and there are no longer many envious and fearful eyes projected on Lynch.

It's a nice and comfortable feeling. Don't be a nobleman in the eyes of everyone, and be yourself as you should, which is also Lynch's previous wish.

It is happening now, but the cost is too great. The big one is chilling and unacceptable.

Eventually, the man stopped in a quiet place, and there was no sign of anyone around. Turning around, he frowned and looked at Lynch behind him.

"Don't you ask me where I'm going?"

Lynch wiped the fine sweat on his brow with his muddy cuffs, his immature face was full of tiredness, and said softly: "If you don't stay in the imperial capital, you can go anywhere!"

The man sighed, and then asked with a chuckle, "Is the imperial capital bad?" You know, there are many people who want to come to this imperial capital. ”

"There's no home here, it's not good!"

Without a home, no matter how prosperous the city is, it can't make up for the emptiness in my heart, and the amount of spiritual food always needs to be fed by someone.

Children can only distinguish between good and bad, and it is precisely because they can only distinguish between good and bad that people feel that what they say is good or bad.

The middle-aged man looked at Lynch with pity and sighed: "Child, let's go!"

After speaking, difficult and incomprehensible characters popped out of the man's mouth, and a brilliant and mysterious magic array appeared under his feet, exuding several clouds of holy light.

Inside, it was pitch black, black and pure, purer than last night's night.

Before Lynch could carefully observe the magic array, he was grabbed by the man, and the middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Hold on to me!"

Lynch didn't dare to slack off, and grabbed one of the man's boring hands, which were very strong, especially the location of several calluses, giving Lynch a deep sense of security.

Lynch's size was only up to the man's armpit, and if Merlin lowered his head at this time, he could see Lynch looking at him with deep meaning.

"Space shift!!"

The light of the dazzling magic array suddenly became more vigorous, and then it was extinguished, and between the prosperity and extinction, the middle-aged man and Lynch disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, these two people suddenly appeared in a thatched hut eight hundred miles away from the imperial capital.

Lynch glanced at the middle-aged man whose breath was a little chaotic, walked out of the thatched hut quietly, glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings, and asked, "Where is this?"

The man was a little stunned, knowing that he hadn't heard him speak first when he met Lynch, and chuckled twice: "This is a deserted village eight hundred miles away from the imperial capital. ”

"Eight hundred miles, eight hundred miles. Lynch kept repeating the man's words, his voice was flat, but there was endless hatred in the depths of his dark eyes.