"Ayerson Siegel, a native of the Empire, whose ancestors have returned to the Golden City, hereby swears—

"From now on,

"As long as my heart hasn't stopped beating,

"As long as my blood hasn't clotted into ice,

"As long as my breath is not deprived by the gods,

"I will serve you both with all my might,

"Even if you give your life, you have no regrets......

Listening to Ayssen's solemn vows, Aninotes and Mihart were helpless and wanted to stop him, but they looked at his tearful and firm gaze, and their hearts shook, and they waited until he finished speaking, and then they held up one of Ayson's arms, pulled him up, and said one after the other:

"Mihat Amon, a Duosaik, ancestor of the winter city, hereby swears—"

"Annites Zaper, a native of Brighton, ancestry... Ancestors return to Baiman City, and hereby swear—"

"From now on,

"From now on,

"As long as our eyes can discern loyalty,

"As long as our ears can hear the word of advice,

"As long as our souls remain faithful,

"We are willing to do everything in our power to protect you,

"Even if you are ruined, you will not hesitate to ......"

Listening to the vows of the three of them, Dalanier got up and raised his hand to pinch it in the air, as if he had caught something, and at the same time chanted a spell in his mouth.

I saw a dark golden light projected in Mishat's eyes, and then a light purple brilliance flashed in Aninotes's eyes, and finally a bright green slipped under Ai Yansen's eyes, and the three colors flashed in front of the three people, and then appeared on the top of the three people's heads, like three ribbons of fate, slowly spinning, and finally intertwined, and quickly dispersed, turning into three strands of brilliant light that were comparable to the hair of Aninotes, and shot into the hearts of the three people。

The three of them unbuttoned their clothes, looked down, and found that they all found an identical mark on their hearts, which looked like a palm-sized black seven-pointed star, and its top corner was glowing with a little dark gold, and the two adjacent horns were lilac and green.

"What does this symbol mean?" asked Mihat, pointing to the seven-pointed star on his chest that looked like a tattoo, looking at Dalaniel.

Dalaniel shook his head and smiled, "How do I know what it means? It's just a simple oath magic that makes you remember your oath at all times, and if someone breaks his promise, then the mark on him will disappear with it." As for this symbol, it is also based on your soul, so if you want to ask, ask yourself. ”

"But if this is the oath between the three of us, why is the symbol a seven-pointed star instead of a triangle? That's a lot of four big and four horns!" Aninotes complained to Dalaniel with some dissatisfaction, looking at the mark on his chest.

When Dalaniel heard this, he was a little unhappy, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, I said it all, this is determined by your own souls, and it has nothing to do with me. If you find it ugly, or don't believe what I say, I'll help you destroy this magic mark, and ask your powerful teacher to cast the spell yourself another day, what do you think?"

The teacher's merciless reprimand just now seemed to be echoing in her ears, and she was angry at the moment! Threatening to ignore herself for a month was naturally not a joke. Although this mark doesn't really match my own intentions, but at the risk of being scolded again, I went to ask the teacher to re-perform this oath magic of my own city?

Agnites thought about it, and suddenly covered his chest tightly with his hand, for fear that Dalaniel would destroy the mark, and sneered: "No, no, no, Master Dalaniel, don't get me wrong, I must believe you! I also think it's pretty good! You see, these two, three, four, five, six, seven, a total of seven small horns, how beautiful! Mihat, don't you say?"

Mihart couldn't help but laugh when he saw Aninotes frowning at him, reached out and touched Ai Yansen's head, and immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, it's very good-looking, it seems that the souls of the three of us are very good!

"Okay, okay, it's just a gesture, not enough thanks. This kid hasn't eaten for a few days, hasn't he?Boss, boss......" Dalanier turned his head and called the innkeeper, and the boss looked at the voice, and immediately understood what he was going to say, and preemptively said: "Child, there is still a lot of food in the kitchen, whatever you want to eat, just take it!"

Ai Yansen's heart was overjoyed, and he suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes lit up, and he turned and ran towards the kitchen.

Dalaniel sighed and said, "I said that I would go to dinner after meeting the lord, but I was also hungry after you made such a fuss, so I went to find a tavern to sit down first." Whatever you want, please do it yourself. With that, a dim gray light flashed, and he turned into a sparrow, circled a few times above the heads of the two teenagers, and flew away from the gate.

At this moment, what Dalanier didn't know was that it was precisely because of today's unintentional act that he had made on a whim and consumed insignificant magical energy, but many years later, he was famous on the mainland! And that thunderous title is still circulating in the ballads of troubadours from generation to generation after thousands of years, that is—

"The Man Who Made Legends"!

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In Baiman City, a brand-new notice was posted on the bulletin board in the wilderness area, and everyone gathered around, and what they saw was as follows:

"The notice of the White Man Guard Headquarters on the murder of the sleeping tree spirit in the wilderness area—

The five Windborns of the Winds, Raven Yinhand, Lisandro, Tydamir, Jax, and Darius, who had come from Yar City to sell their specialties in the wilderness of Ibaiman, had committed murder.

At noon today, the five of them, led by Raven of the Yin Hand family, dined at the Sleeping Tree Spirit Inn in the wilderness area, and caused a drunken disturbance, injuring a child, thanks to the rescue of the chief magician of the court, Master Aninotes, and a young priest of the Duosaik who accompanied him, the child survived. Later, the five men had another argument (the cause of the dispute was not identified), went into a drunken madness, drew knives and slashed each other.

All five of the Wind Descendants bled to death, none of them were spared, and the death was horrible, and I hope that the general public will take this as a warning and drink moderately.

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The White Man Guards General Battalion

Founding of the Empire 1218 / Rain Palm Moon / Day 16 / Wednesday"

After the five Wind-Descended merchants drank excessively, they got into a fight over an argument? The five even drew their own knives and hacked themselves to death? I'm afraid that the guard who wrote this proclamation was the one who drank too much and lost his mind? The Wind-Descended people drank at least four or five times as much as the Duo Seks! Even the strongest wine in the city, a ten-year-old child of the Wind-Descended could hold such a whole pot and drink it in one gulp without changing his face!

The onlookers looked at each other, and many sleek and sophisticated people seemed to have guessed a trace of eyebrows, but when they looked up, they saw the big words "Chief Magician of the Palace" on the notice, and they all closed their mouths deadly, and all the speculation and gossip were pressed in the bottom of their hearts without hesitation, very deep, deep......