The moment his consciousness revived, Tarrant seemed to hear a bell, he slowly opened his eyes, the orange ceiling, on which was painted an abstract painting, all kinds of strange shapes and colors intertwined, familiar scenes, he grew up under this ceiling, Tarrant tried to move his fingers, there was a feeling, weak but real.

The sound of the bell came in from the window, and Tarrant turned his head, and it was a bellbird that stopped on the windowsill and shook its feathers, and on the windowsill lay a pot of red phoenix grass, and it was its fragrance that attracted the bellbird. When I was a child, I often saw this cute bird in the White Mist District, and their feathers vibrated in the air to make a pleasant sound like a bell. This kind of bird is no longer common in the white fog area now, and their enviable feathers have also become the reason for their killing, people use the bellbird for decoration, and some people use its feathers as traps, once an animal becomes a commodity for humans, its future is destined to be full of sorrow.

The little bird approached the phoenix grass, buried its little head in the flower pot, suddenly, it raised its head alertly, through the window it saw Tarrant, the bellbird turned around and walked a few steps and flapped its wings, "poof" flew out, whether lying or standing, the human eyes made them feel frightened. Tarrant propped himself up and leaned back on the bed, he couldn't remember what happened before he fell unconscious, Tingwu Mountain, full of dark elves, lightning pillars, and a flurry of dizziness in his head, Tarrant couldn't remember why he was in his bed.

The door opened, and Stewart walked in, and with a relieved smile when he saw that Tarrant had sat up, he walked briskly to the side of the bed and put a pillow behind Tarrant to make him sit more comfortably, "You're finally awake." ”

"How did I end up here?" Tarrant leaned back on his pillow and looked sideways at Stewart, his face haggard, he must have put a lot of effort into taking care of him.

"Your gentleman sent it to you," Stewart said, looking at Tarrant like a father looking at his child, "you've been in a coma for three days, it's hard to imagine, it's only been four days since we last met, and you've been in a coma for three days, you really shouldn't go out and take risks." Remember, the last time you came back and said you were going to stay here for a while, but you went to Tingwu Mountain the next day, and you didn't say a word to me. ”

"Three days? I've been lying here for three days?" Tarrant was surprised.

Stewart walked over to the windowsill and opened the window, and a warm breeze blew in, "You must be hungry, I'll get you something to eat." Tarrant felt very comfortable, the curtain snaking slightly into the room with the airflow, and the slight fragrance of Fenglan made the room full of life.

"Thank you", Tarrant has rarely been able to lie in his bed so comfortably since he grew up, looking forward to enjoying the food brought upstairs, he closed his eyes comfortably, thinking about nothing.

Soon the smell of tender steak came from downstairs, mixed with a milky smell, when Tarrant opened his eyes, Stewart had already placed a delicate dinner plate on the bed table, a "sizzling" bubbling steak lying peacefully in the center of the plate, next to a glass of milk, Stewart set up the bed table, put the utensils and food in front of Tarrant one by one, "The pastor told you, you can't use beer for the time being, you can only drink drinks such as milk." ”

The peculiar smell of milk is something that Tarrant doesn't like very much, he had trouble with Stuart because of this incident when he was a child, Tarrant couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he thought of this, he took a small sip of milk from the cup, the milk was warm, and the smell was still there, but he wouldn't mind this now, he could eat even the green cake calmly, not to mention this, he took another big sip.

"How does your body feel?" said Stewart, moving a chair and sitting down.

Tarrant picked up his fork and began to taste the steak, "It's not bad, but it doesn't work." ”

"You must have had something terrible over there that made you lie down for so long, and at first you were in such a bad situation, and I almost lost you. ”

"Sucks?" Tarrant munched on a delicious steak, "and how did I end up here." ”

"You weren't here for the first two days, you stayed in the elves' church after the battle, and you weren't sent here until last night when you were in a stable condition, and the priest thought you needed to recuperate for a few days, and you couldn't go to work in the regiment for a few days. ”

"I see", Tarrant smiled at the old butler, "Your steak is so good", he chewed two bites before remembering the battle at Tinvorshan, and hurriedly asked, "We won?"

Stewart got up and walked to the desk by the wall, on which was a stack of newspapers, from which he pulled out a newspaper, the first page was marked with a few large black letters, very striking and exaggerated, occupying half of the page, Tarrant could not see clearly, Stewart read: "Tinvor, Serenso's victory." ”

A bite of steak almost choked, and Tarrant thumped his chest, barely swallowing the steak that had not been chewed carefully, "Serenso's victory, this title is too exaggerated, what does the article say." ”

"The main content is that Serenso's army and the elven garrison guarded Tinvort Mountain together, keeping the peace of Redstone, and of course, mentioning the remarkable contribution of the Light of Protection, and a little bit about the help of other empires, and it seems that there are also minotaurs in the war. ”

Not too far from reality, Cerenso's army was indeed the most numerous, especially the cavalry of Naian, which played a big role, "Is there any specific name in it?" Tarrant asked curiously.

Stuart clicked on the newspaper, "at the end of the ceremony commends Serenso's Minister of War and Politics, proclaims the wisdom of the king, and of course mentions some other people," Stewart picked up the newspaper and looked at it line by line...... Several characters of the Dark Elves, it says that the army of the Dark Elves is in the hands of the family, and two of them attacked that day. ”

"Two?" Tarrant cut off a large piece of steak and put it in his mouth, he couldn't remember that a second family had joined the battle that day.

"The two mentioned above are the Poda family and the Cantil family. ”

The Cantier family, Tarrant has some vague impressions, as if he has heard of it somewhere, where it is.

"The battle that night was fought by the Cantier family attacking the original elven garrison, and the Poda Island family launched an attack on the new passage, and the mages believed that the real role of the Cantil family was only to delay the battle of the garrison to rescue the new passage, and Poda Island was the main attacking army. The statistics after the battle show that the Cantier family should have been wiped out, the Poda family is the second largest family in the underground world, and the number of its family army cannot be calculated, a senior mage believes that although they have not been completely wiped out, the main force of the family, including their mother, has been killed, and its family strength can no longer reach the scale of the second family. ”

Understood, the Dark Elf Battle Mage had mentioned that Cantier had been wiped out, which meant that, they did not delay the rescue of the garrison, so that the battle situation on the side of Poda Island was also greatly hindered, the two families were wiped out, and the results were brilliant, and Tarrant was in a relaxed mood and did not suffer these tortures in vain.

“...... Well, this paragraph specifically mentions a garrison officer named Warren, who successfully killed the leader of the Dark Elves, the patriarch of the Poda Island family, named Quelcerin, who won the final victory at Tinvor, and was awarded the Legendary Warrior Medal, awarded by the King himself, this medal has only been awarded twice in Serenso's past history, and this is the third time, you may not have seen this person. ”

Warren, now the most famous person on Redstone, defending the peace of Redstone, will definitely go down in history, Tarrant laughed, Warren did not make a name for himself when he took the adventure, but he became famous in one fell swoop after retirement, and was recited by the world, "Is there anyone else?" Tarrant also cared about other names.

"In the same paragraph, there is also a mention of an elven commander and two nameless clans, their victory with Warren, the elven commander is called Bonadak, the commander of the battle in the new passage that night, the warrior class, two anonymous names, one is a human male, a troubadour, wields two long swords, is reluctant to reveal his surname and leaves after the battle, and the other is a female, the race is ominous, the mage guesses that it is a human or half-blood, a stalker profession, a mysterious identity, and has always remained stealthy except when attacking. ”

It's them, Tarrant remembers the commander, the red cloak, the troubadour in the report should be Biantris Yes, as for the stalker, it may be the black-haired woman who charged with him, thinking of this, Tarrant felt a little regretful, if his willpower was strong enough to resist the attack of the Death Seal, then his name would also be written on the newspaper at this moment, well, maybe three anonymous names.

Stewart continued to mention a few names, Tarrant had no impression, and he had never heard of it before, there were indeed many heroes in the battle, he was just an inconspicuous one among the many personnel, it was normal, even the sword saint, the great grandmaster-level mage, the thunder god, etc., were not mentioned, let alone those ordinary adventurers.

With only a little milk left in the cup, Tarrant craned his neck to drink it clean, and he remembered another thing, "Is there a count of casualties in the newspapers?"

Stewart folded the newspaper, "This...... Probably not yet. ”

Tarrant knew the old butler, and he would have hesitated to speak if he had something to hide, as he did now, looking at the newspaper on his desk, and asking, "When did you have the newspaper in your hand?" ”

“...... Three days ago, the day you fell unconscious. ”

"Bring the next three days' worth of newspapers," Tarrant said, placing his plate on the bedside beside him and straining himself to his feet.

The old butler hurriedly stepped forward and pressed Tarrant, "I'll take it", he slowly walked towards the desk, "You know, the war is always ......"

"I understand", Tarrant knew what to expect, and the names of his teammates would most likely appear in the newspapers.

Stewart sat back, he flipped through the newspaper in his hand, Tarrant saw sideways that the second edition was titled "List of Fallen and Missing Men of the Cavalry Regiment of Naian Town", with names listed below, and the third edition was "List of XXXX Sacrificed and Missing", which was also full of names, and every subsequent page was the same, Stewart turned all the way to the middle page, and said, "Knights of the Light of Serenzo Sanctuary, 109 combatants were dispatched in this campaign, 74 have been confirmed to be killed and 21 are missing......" Stewart's voice trembled slightly, and he stopped reading and looked at Tarrant with difficulty.

The mood just now was swept away, Tarrant had some difficulty breathing, he had heard all kinds of bad news, but he had never felt so uncomfortable, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Go on." ”

Names jumped out of Stewart's mouth, some had heard it, some had not heard it, some had been the teachers who had taught Tarrant, some had been teammates who had been born and died with Tarrant, those fresh lives had now become memories, every time a name was pronounced, Tarrant's heart was pricked with a needle, and when Stewart stopped, Tarrant was already scarred and almost collapsed, but he hadn't heard the name yet, the person he cared about the most, could he ......

Stewart picked up the newspaper and continued: "Here is the list of missing people......"

Missing, in that case, missing and dying...... Tarrant stared at Stewart.

The names of the missing people popped out one by one, the same comrades-in-arms, friends, Tarrant clutched the sheets in his fist, sweat oozing from his pores, cold sweat.

“...... , Alina, Mara", Stuart paused as he read the name and whispered, "Missing doesn't mean you've died, Tarrant, you ......"

"Continue", Tarrant was deeply stung despite his preparation, they still didn't know how Mara died, and they didn't find her body, so they put her on the list of missing people, which was one of the reasons for the large number of missing people. Tarrant still insisted, deeply hoping that the name would not appear in the newspapers.

“...... , Gary, Pearl, Elliott ,......"

The blow completely destroyed Tarrant, he couldn't hear the rest of the name, and his ears rumbled, Elliot was still... Missing, maybe he... It's okay, it's just missing, Tarrant kept telling himself that missing doesn't mean sacrifice, and he immediately realized that how could he be missing in that case, the priest must have searched the entire battlefield, if he was there, how could he not be found, unless...... The heart-wrenching torture made Tarrant's eyes a little astringent, as if he was about to overflow some emotion.

The old butler was still reading, and Tarrant grabbed the newspaper, crumpled it vigorously, and threw it out of the window, and this kind of venting could not relieve the pain in his heart in the slightest, and he lay down on the bed, and said in a suppressed voice, "I'll sleep for a while." ”

Stewart reluctantly got up, put the chair back to the desk, he walked to the window, and was about to close the window, Tarrant came out with a sentence "That's it", the old butler turned around and cautiously exited the room, before closing the door, said: "In the afternoon, the Knights of the Light of Shelter will bury their fallen comrades in the cemetery. ”

Feng Lanxiang lingered beside Tarrant's bed, a little different, the natural taste is not as good as the refined taste, Tarrant carefully inhaled, he felt that Mara was beside him, looking at him, this fragrance is her figure, the two of them always stay together, Mara has never mentioned her background, nor has she seen her relatives, she may also be an orphan, she and Elliot are almost inseparable.

Thinking of this, Tarrant felt even more sad, if there was a way to relieve the pain, he could only think of sleeping, a brief forgetfulness, he forced himself to sleep with all his might, but instead made himself more awake, and the past experiences appeared before his eyes one after another, as if they had just happened, and even, as if he heard their laughter.

Tarrant lifted the covers, got up and got out of bed, and drowning in the memories only made himself more miserable. Tarrant remembered that a few years ago, when they first started working together, he said to himself that tracking down the spirit suckers meant a daily brush with death, and if a friend died on this battlefield, he must not be affected, and Elliott once said, "If any of you are eaten by the spirit suckers, I will choose to forget about you immediately", and Mara also repaired him because of this.

Now Tarrant can't do it so neatly.

On that night, because of Mara's death, Tarrant had already been killed once, if he couldn't accept the sacrifice of his teammates, Tarrant would be killed for the same reason in the future adventures, since Elliott could do it, Tarrant would definitely be able to do it, it was time to say goodbye to them, and then, continue to complete their common goal.

After searching around the room, Tarrant was surprised to find that his armor was not in the room, he sat back on the edge of the bed, and remembered carefully, only to remember that his armor had long been shattered by the frost magic of the dark elf mage, and the armor of the soldier that came later was not durable at all, it must have been discarded, and the sword was not there, the scene was chaotic and purely normal. Tarrant had wanted to wear his armor to see his fallen teammates one last time, but now he had to dismiss that thought.

A small white envelope was placed on the desk, attracting Tarrant's attention, and Tarrant stepped forward to open the envelope, and there were a few short lines of small writing on it:

My friend, it is a pleasure to partner with you, your courage makes me believe that you will definitely become a legend in the future, looking forward to that day.

I'll ask my friends to help me find Mara and Elliot, so I don't have to worry.

I wish you a speedy recovery.

It was Biantris's message, the handwriting was good, Tarrant put the letter back in the envelope, opened the drawer and stuffed it in, the guy traveled around Redstone, and belonged to the Poets' Guild, and must have many friends, hoping to find him.

Tarrant took a shower, carefully wiped his whole body, then shaved his beard in front of the mirror and changed into clean clothes to make himself look decent.

There was plenty of time, lunch time hadn't arrived, and the steak he had just eaten was still full in his stomach, Tarrant walked downstairs, Stewart was preparing lunch, and when he saw Tarrant, he hurriedly asked, "Do you want to go out?"

"Well, it's time to say goodbye to my friends, no need to prepare my lunch. ”

"Okay," Stewart smiled with satisfaction, "remember not to work anymore lately." ”

The old butler would be chattering again, and Tarrant walked out the door quickly.

After experiencing life and death, Tarrant feels more intimate with the current White Mist District, those big trees on the roadside, neatly arranged shrubs, luxurious villas, living here since childhood, but only at this moment do I feel that it is so beautiful.

He walked along the road, enjoying the memory of each step, and before he knew it, he had reached the business district, where the crowd became dense, with many vendors selling all kinds of goods along the street, halfling children playing in and out of the crowd, every day was a grand event for them, and it was the liveliest place in the whole of Siante and even in the whole of Cérenzo.

As Tarrant walked, most of the goods along the street were inferior, and the high-quality goods were sold at a very high price, and a voice came from behind: "Knight, do you need to buy some adventure equipment?" ”