Staring intently at the note in his hand, Mad Dog read the delicate handwriting on it repeatedly: he felt that if he missed even a word, he would miss some important information. After reading for a long time, his eyes felt a little dry: maybe he was too far away from the oil lamp.

Rubbing his eyes, Mad Dog pressed his fingers slightly. A feeling of soreness slowly spreads in the eye sockets, and the tear glands are stimulated to release hot tears that moisturize the eyes. It took him a few moments before he opened his eyes again: after a slight blur, his vision was clear again. "Eye hurt, mad dog?" the knight's tone piggybacked, "How many times have you told you, don't read in a place with little light......"

"Do you want to take care of it?" Just as no one was arguing, Mad Dog immediately fought back: "And I'm reading Lusa's translated notes, not books." ”

"Isn't it the same?" Putting down the rag and shield, the knight took out the whetstone and concentrated on sharpening the black steel sword: "Take the oil lamp closer, it's good for your eyes." ”

"Lao Tzu's eyes are very good, so I don't need to do that. Duduciously, Mad Dog immediately pulled the oil lamp in front of his eyes and looked at his notes again. The sound of regular sword sharpening kept coming from his ears, and Ceresya snorted in her heart: It's probably the baby whetstone given by his wife, right? A knight is such a person - not only with great perseverance, but also with a rigid pattern of life. Although he has not been a Templar for twenty years, that temperament has always remained on the surface of the whole person.

"Lusa, each word is translated according to the original meaning of Brna, right?" Unable to see any key elements at all, Mad Dog raised his head: "Didn't add any Eurasian translations?"

"If you translate it literally, it will be awkward to read. Busy translating, Aya's tone was a little tired: "The translated language must conform to grammatical conventions." ”

"No, that's not what I meant. After a moment of silence, Mad Dog continued to ask: "That's it...... Is there a strange original text that you translated and then changed? That kind of original text may have hidden key information. ”

"Not yet. Aya shook her head, "I'll take care of it." ”

"Rest for a while, kid?" After finishing the polishing, the knight who poured the tea for Lusa looked a little worried, "You've been translating all afternoon." ”

"I'm almost done, and there's the last half. Taking a short breath, Aya continued to write: "Brother, do you see something?"

"It's nothing special. Rolling the manuscript in his palm, Mad Dog felt a moment of disappointment: "Just the first page is a bit of a bit of a look—the dead old man suggested at the beginning that the ruins were probably hidden under the Bachelor's Tower. But looking back, I didn't mention it again. ”

"I watched it too, and it really didn't feel right. Pouring himself a cup of tea, the knight frowned: "The content of this note is very incoher......ent;

"It's like a few pages are missing, isn't that?"

"That's right. Holding his chin, Anusen propped his elbows on the table: "The pages on this notebook were originally bound with thread later. So it's normal to miss a few pages. ”

"Normal is normal, but it doesn't prove that there is a missing page. Rolling the manuscript tighter, Mad Dog felt sleepy: Sure enough, he couldn't eat too much for dinner, or he was too sleepy.

"It's hard for Lusha to translate, can't you cherish it?" snatched the manuscript, and the knight's eyebrows twisted together: "Look at it!"

"What's the matter?" Hiding the note back, Mad Dog threw it in front of him: "You're too formal." ”

Before the knight could refute, Mad Dog quickly stretched his waist and deliberately changed the subject: "Hey...... I always feel that the atmosphere in the house is so dull. ”

"Because there's no Luciena here, right?" the knight tapped on his teacup, grim on his face, "She's good at livening up the atmosphere." ”

"That's for sure, it's completely a second thing to entertain the public. Picking up the flask on her lap, Ceresya yawned, "Anyway, no one has been playing with me for a while—I haven't been teasing Lucina for two days, and I'm just uncomfortable." ”

"It always feels a little bad when you say it. The knight's dark eyes were fixed on the mad dog, and the latter looked a little hairy: "Knight, why are you looking at me like this? ”

"Come on, they all said I don't drink. Blocking the jug handed by the mad dog, the knight looked serious: "I remember you said that you want to drink alcohol to nourish your stomach these days?

"I asked the guards to buy it for me, I thought you had found out. Shaking the bottle proudly, the mad dog pointed to the corner of the house: "Look, there are several boxes piled up there." And mead is not an ordinary wine, it is good for the stomach and liver. ”

"Just pull it off. The knight glared at him, "Forget how you promised Lusa?"

"Oh, there's something else going on. Beginning to play dumb, the mad dog put on an innocent expression: "Why am I not impressed at all?"

"Alright, less garlic. The knight stood up and thumped his shoulder: "You have to control the amount of alcohol you drink." If you drink this way, you will have to break your body before you are forty years old. ”

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Yawning, Mad Dog shook the flask and leaned back: "For someone like me who plans to use his body, he will have no problem making it to the age of forty. ”

"Planned use until the age of forty...... That's all you want?" The knight picked up his teacup and his face was full of helplessness, "Also, don't eat so many desserts before dinner! Why are you like a child?"

"What's the matter? You look down on children?" Mad Dog snorted, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly: "The Aiya tribe is all children, and they don't live well." ”

"They all said don't be with Ayabi, they won't get sick. With that, the knight began to busily refuel the oil lamp, ignoring the mad dog. Looking at Lusa, who was struggling to write, Mad Dog suddenly felt bored - it seemed that there was nothing to do on his own.

I do have a little less hobbies...... Feeling a burst of emptiness, the man couldn't help but start recalling: how did he spend this kind of calm night when he was not on a mission before?

It seems that he just gets himself drunk and then falls asleep without thinking about anything. Otherwise, it is to forge some flying knives on the tool table...... Sighing, Mad Dog felt a sadness from the bottom of his heart: he was like a guy who had fallen into the curse of loneliness. Everyone walked around them, not daring to approach ......

Drawing a throwing knife, Mad Dog stared at it coldly: at some point, he suddenly began to like the hollow knife made of cracked steel. However, no matter what he thought, he couldn't remember how he learned to make it in the first place.

It was like getting the parry dagger—the instinctive reaction of the body telling itself where he had used it.

Opening the crystal window in the corridor of remembrance, the girl quietly looked out the window.

A blonde man with his back to him, silently walked into the void, reduced to fragments in the realm of memory.

The man's figure dissipated and turned into a black mist. The only thing that remained on the ground was a parry dagger and a bayonet sword, except for the lanyard of the throwing knife.

Fragments of memory drifted away, and the hooded man slowly emerged from the smoke and floated in front of the girl.

"Help me...... Give it back to him. Looking at the weapon left by the man, the girl sadly pulled down the veil: "He has not disappeared, he is still wandering in the realm of the living...... I know. ”

The hooded man didn't say anything, just quietly turned around and disappeared into the crack of fate.

There are still seventeen years and two hundred and four days left at the end of the world.