Eric's eyes burned with flames. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A house on fire.

It used to be Eric's home.

None of this would have happened if we hadn't moved to Concede.

......

"Why are we moving to the country?"

Young Eric asked his father.

"Son, your mother and I just want to live in a different environment. ”

The father replied.

Eric, however, knew that his father was lying.

He has been a smart ghost since he was a child.

In fact, the reason for their departure was that the family could no longer afford to stay in Saint-Du-Oud.

According to his father, Eric's great-great-grandfather had successfully entered the European and German political arenas, but his status had since declined. And with the passage of time, the property accumulated by the ancestors was slowly depleted, which made the family even more unsustainable.

Of course, many aristocrats are bound to become financially weak after a considerable period of time. Because they felt that it was a shame to be born a nobleman and to work. The aristocracy should have a soft spot for those benefits that could be easily obtained.

The Eric family was a minor aristocrat from the beginning.

Reaching the court meant devastating expenses for them.

When the petty nobles lived on farms in the countryside and lived a simple life in isolation, they had everything they needed, and they did not need to prepare the necessary servants' robes, extravagant clothing, expensive horses, banquets, and other expenses that were necessary for a courtier.

So moving back to the countryside was almost inevitable for the Eric family.

Either way, the family started a new life in Conceid. And, since the price of houses and land here is much lower than that of Oude, they bought a large house, in the suburbs away from the hustle and bustle.

It happened in the third month after the Eric family moved to Conceid.

"All right, sir. Please have mercy on me, a miserable man. ”

One day, a beggar appeared in front of the gate.

Eric's father was a kind man.

The aristocratic style he had left behind did not hesitate to welcome the beggar through the door and provide him with food and the right to live temporarily.

Death came in the open.

At night, Eric wakes up from his sleep. Just because I heard a strange noise.

That's the screams of the parents.

Eric didn't know what was happening, but he instinctively sensed the danger.

He hurriedly got out of bed, opened the window, and threw the pillows and sheets from the bed down the second floor.

With all this done, he walked a few quick steps to the closet in his room. I opened the cabinet door and ducked in.

Footsteps outside were getting closer. The voice sounded flustered.

Eric held his breath.

The door was violently kicked open. Someone barged in and headed straight for the bed.

The smell of blood crept into Eric's nostrils through the cabinet door.

The visitor paused, then hurried to the window and looked down.

"Damn, let the little ghost run away!"

The person who came gritted his teeth.

Eric recognized the voice as the beggar who had come here today.

It's hard to believe that he had dinner with Eric's family a few hours earlier.

Grace will take revenge.

At this time, in Eric's heart, anger, fear, and other emotions were intertwined.

But he couldn't make the slightest sound.

Finally, the beggar left the room.

Eric was still in the closet, knowing that it wasn't time to go out.

After an unknown amount of time, Eric suddenly felt the heat around him grow hotter. So he slowly pushed open the cabinet door and walked out.

He found that the fire had surrounded itself.

The smoke almost choked him.

Before he had time to think, Eric picked up some of the clothes in the closet, fled to the window and jumped.

He knew it was the only way to escape.

As he landed, Eric wailed.

The pain of landing, or the grief of losing a loved one?

Perhaps, both.

None of this would have happened without moving to Concede.

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Mr. Geralt always reads to him weird books.

Eric hung his head and held a copy of the Illustrated Book of Strange Creatures in his hand.

When he was cornered, it was a passing teacher who took him in. This is enough to make him obey any arrangement of the teacher.

Teacher Geralt took little Eric to many cities. Along the way, he kept pulling out strange books from his bag and forcing Eric to memorize them.

The Art of Chase and Escape

A Guide to Identifying Friend or Foe

Code of Conduct for Everyday Conduct

100 Tips

Wait a minute......

Despite Eric's excellent memory, children are always active, and it is difficult for them to concentrate on reading these boring things.

Another important reason is that the handwriting on these manuscripts is simply unsightly. Every time Eric turned the pages of a book, he felt some kind of damage to his eyes.

Teacher Geralt refused, and Eric had to give in.

Although the teacher's attitude towards Eric is very bad, it can even be described as bad. But he could feel the kindness of his teacher.

Having a child eat and drink with you speaks for itself.

The days passed.

Eric memorized more and more books. Although Mr. Geralt was amazed by his memory, he did not relax his urging at all, but intensified his efforts.

Until a certain day.

"Eric. Will you inherit my mantle?"

Geralt asked, staring into Eric's eyes.

It was the first time the teacher had spoken to him so solemnly.

“... I do. After a moment's thought, Eric gave the answer.

After all these days, Eric already has a rough guess about the identity of this teacher.

With so many strange books, the teacher must be a scholar. And being an academic seems like a good choice.

After all, there is a limit to the wisdom of children.

Geralt listened to Eric's answer and nodded in satisfaction.

The next moment, Altaïr's hand reached into Eric's eyes.

Blood splatters.

Eric felt himself fall into darkness in an instant.

He covered his eyes with his hands and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

Pain.

Eric could never have imagined that the teacher would suddenly attack him, and in such a ruthless way - his eyes were gouged out.

"Don't be afraid, kid. I just want to change your eyes. ”