In the early morning, when the loud and clear song sounded in the distant sky, the larks woke up one by one. They flutter their white wings and let out high-pitched calls, and flocks fly down from the clouds that inhabit them at night, and sprinkle white waterfalls in the blue sky.

Roy opened his eyes. The hotel room was quiet. Turning his head slightly, he saw Malt wearing a cute little pajamas, lying on his pillow and sleeping soundly, at his feet, Oliver, who had secretly drunk a lot of wine like Malt last night, was snoring with his tongue and his cheeks red.

Look out the window on the city streets. It's already a lot of color. The ostrich bells of the caravans, the bells of the horses, the greetings of the people, the cries of the vendors, the crisp hooves of the war horses and pack horses, with an intoxicating breath of life, with the bright sunshine unscrupulously broke into the room and rushed into the face.

Roy quietly enjoyed his first morning back on earth.

Time, like a nightmare, rushed from the fiery red magma in the thick fog of the early morning, silently passing in front of its eyes, with its fiery hooves and eyes, and galloping into the distance.

Grandpa, Tom, Ellethia, and the people and things of the past swirled in front of me, so clear, like a long dream last night.

One day a year and a half ago, he was lying in the servant's room in the main building of the castle in Borabel, and in a panic he jumped out of bed and galloped to the stables. And at this moment, I am lying here. I don't know where I will be one day in the future, when I remember today?

Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the ceiling in the sunlight.

"You can't kill me. I'm back again. He muttered to himself, provocative to the invisible hand that had manipulated him like a wooden doll from the moment he was born, had taken him out of the arms of his parents, had taken away his identity and talents, and had taken away his friends and loved ones.

"Lao Tzu is still alive, and he has the power you once recorded. Roy stretched out his ten fingers and put them in front of his eyes, then clenched them into fists, feeling the magic core spinning in his body, and the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly

Next to the pillow, Malt quietly opened her dreamlike eyes and looked at Roy's well-defined side in the sunlight.

In the early morning sun, the bed and the boys around him exude a clean smell that makes people indulge.

"Idiot!" Malt's face rubbed lightly against the soft white pillow, pursed her lips, and secretly laughed in her heart.

People who talk to themselves always look silly. Especially the guy in front of him, lying in bed and looking at the ceiling on a sunny morning to provoke the god of fate, is an idiot among idiots.

However, Malt likes to see Roy now.

He was clean and refreshing. The clear lines of the face shrouded in a thin layer of light in the sunlight. Malt thought stupidly, if she hadn't jumped with him at the beginning, I'm afraid she would never know that this ordinary boy in front of her had such a background and had gone through so many hardships.

From the day she came to this continent, Mai'er never thought that one day she would lie next to a human man, looking at his side face and quietly distracted.

If at this time, a dark elf asked her why she jumped off the cliff with Roy in the first place, she would never admit that she was outraged that Roy saved civilians and was about to be executed. He won't admit that he was just as impulsive the moment Tom bumped into Roy and everyone was yelling at Roy to run.

She would tell the other party very seriously, that out of the dark elves' natural fear of the Holy Knights. She didn't dare to guarantee that a little dark elf who had killed the other person in the same way would be able to hide from the glorious knight's piercing eyes.

Rather than being frightened and restrained, it is better to run with this death mage who is also disgraceful.

It's just that I didn't expect to be forced onto the cliff before I ran far. What he didn't expect was that the big head knew that he was a dark elf, and he actually took the risk to save himself after learning that he was trapped in the dragon's lair.

Didn't he know that he was a natural enemy with him, didn't he know that the dark elves liked to lie and hurt people, he didn't know that he was forced to jump off the cliff maybe just for himself and not for him, as long as he left himself in the dragon's lair, he could reduce a big trouble?

He's so smart and knows everything. However, he still has no reservations about himself. There is an old saying in human beings, which is called the grace of a drop of water in return. There is also a word called sincerity.

Standing in the perspective of the dark elves before, Malt felt that this sentence and this word were as incomprehensible and silly as humans themselves.

But now she felt that a guy who had gone through hardships and could become very cunning and bad could still maintain this kind of human sincerity, so cute. At the same time, the feeling of being trusted without reservation is so good.

That's fate.

Fate inexplicably sent itself to the Salvation Continent, and it was fate that made it meet the big head. But the nasty head always says angrily that fate is a bastard!

A snicker curled into the corners of Malt's mouth.

Whoever makes a big head is the unlucky guy who is the first in the world. Perhaps from the moment he came out of the cow, he was already destined to fight with the god of fate for the rest of his life.

Outside the window, there was the noise of people. Mai'er knew that it was the people of Medin City who were eating breakfast, doing business, and parallel on the path of their own destinies.

Humans and elves, as well as the more superstitious dwarves and savages who always like to take possession, are always afraid of the god of fate. Everyone is accustomed to living under the fiddling of fate, depressed when unlucky, ecstatic when lucky, and ups and downs with fate in life.

Not to mention the experience of the big head since childhood, that is, the business failed, the talent was poor, the beloved broke up, the work did not go well or the promotion was hopeless, how many people felt sorry for themselves and complained about the sky?

If it were someone else, I'm afraid I would have already accepted my fate, but the big head didn't. He jumped off the cliff and came out of his desperate situation again, not only did he not complain a word. On the contrary, he still maintains his sincerity and open-mindedness. Infects everyone around him, including himself, the dark elf, and the snobbish and selfish Nanali.

Moreover, he still has the heart to be stupid and cruel to people in bed.

With a poof, Malt couldn't help but laugh.

"Wake up?" Roy turned his head, saw Malt staring at him, suddenly his old face turned red and he withdrew his clenched fist a little sneeringly, quickly turned over and got up, and said to Fang Ya'er while washing: "Luke, they are back to Muni City early this morning, and today we will go to the Mission Tower and the Craftsman Hall to have a walk." ”

"Okay. Malt yawned and stretched, jumping from pillow to sheet, over the bulging quilt and onto Oliver's back.

"Get up, lazy pig!" said Malt reached for Oliver's hair.

The fat dog opened his eyelids with difficulty, and when he turned over, he showed his white belly, and his two front paws were folded together in a pleading posture, and his eyes were closed again.

"Let's go to breakfast, don't come along.

Malt fluttered her wings angrily and flew.

The fat dog reached his tongue and ignored it.

When Roy and Malt were washed and ready to go out, he rolled over and got up, rushed out the door like an arrow, wagging his tail and laughing.

As soon as he walked downstairs, Roy noticed that there were quite a few people gathered in a corner of the hotel.

"It's the latest battle report released by Ignorance!" A tall third-level mercenary outside the crowd was stretching out his head to read the battle report from the crowd to a few companions around him: "My God, Duke Benson of Ferre, has defeated the Ninth Legion of the Fourth River of Solan in the border city, and is advancing in depth. The Marquis of Warren also captured the city of Behring, Archduke Frerett in the province of Pru."

Thinking of this, the third-level mercenary turned his head in a daze, looked at his companions who were also lost in despair, and muttered, "Behring City has fallen. ”

The atmosphere is unusually heavy.

The mercenaries, who had not yet seen the battle report, rushed from all directions, while those who had finished reading the battle report walked away in silence with heavy steps.

Unknown Hall is an intelligence organization that has existed in the salvation of the mainland for nearly a hundred years, and sells all kinds of information and intelligence as a business. Its name "Ignorance" is not a modest appearance, but a sense of omniscience that is proud to the extreme.

Its branches are located in all corners of the Salvation Continent, and the tree has deep roots. The mercenaries, adventurers, merchant groups, and even the military that walk on the continent are their source of information.

Since it is a profession that specializes in operating information, the accuracy and speed of information is the biggest capital of this organization. It can be said that their news is even more rapid and accurate than the official one. Most of the news purchased in Ignorance Hall costs money. However, similar to wars, beast tides, and demons, they will also release them for free. For the public, this is the main source of information, and for them, it is more of an advertisement to show strength.

For hundreds of years, there has been absolutely no false error in the news released by Ignorance. And at this moment, this is the biggest reason why everyone is depressed.

The meaning of the news of the fall of Behring City is all too clear to every Saint-Soran who cares about the war.

That means that the Demonic Beast Mountain Range of the Saint Soran Empire and the Philip Empire has disappeared, it means that the Pru Province in the northwest has all been reduced to enemy occupation, and it also means that the Philip Iron Cavalry will gallop freely from the Pru Province to the vast plains in the east, south and southeast directions, burning the war to the entire St. Soran Empire!

Roy stood in the crowd, listening worriedly.

"Once the province of Pru is lost, there is almost no danger in the northwest. In a single day, the Firean cavalry could advance hundreds of kilometers across the plains. If they go south, they will be able to outflank the back of our western defenses. As soon as the Longmen defense line in the west collapses, the Filiet army will be able to flank our Lulian further south!"

"What are they, what are the border troops doing?! Philet is also a pig!"

"I heard that His Majesty was preparing to send Old General Safin into battle, but it was Donald who stopped him. It turned out to be what it is now. I guess after this battle, if Donald stops the old General Safin again, I'm afraid the nobles will have to spit on him. Our Saint Soran Empire, the Northwest Frontier Army is still able to hold on to Lord Safin!"

"Safin is old, how many famous generals are there in the Philip Empire? Warren and Benson are not the core of the Philip military! Look at us again, how many famous generals can be handled?"

"There are still a few famous generals, but they all have different thoughts, and the country is going to die!"

"I heard that the royal family and the knight's hall have jointly issued an announcement to recruit You Yong and form a rabble army. Seven-day cycle. Receive pay to fight. Promise that the military merit pension is the same as the regular army, as long as you can accumulate enough military merit, you can add officials to the knighthood, and give the fiefdom to the fiefdom. You can even get an official position in the knight's hall. ”

"Really?!"

"Of course, if you can't beat it, as long as it's been seven days, you can just report it and leave. Anyway, people didn't treat the rabble as the main force. However, when the time comes, I am afraid that you will be reluctant to make military achievements, you know, what kind of battle you fought will be remembered by everyone, and it is not okay to only fight a good battle. ”

"Are there many people going?"

"Who doesn't want to get ahead. Not to mention people like us, even some knights and some mercenary groups, and the whole group also applied to join. ”

The later words, the more they pull away

Roy walked out of the inn, stood in the sun, clasped his face with his fingers, and thought, "The seven-day cycle of wandering is a good opportunity to kill the Ferrets to avenge Bollabelle." By the way, I can also help my future father-in-law. ”。 Ask for a commuter pass. The big dramas that followed unfolded one after another. The whole world of adjudication will be presented to you one by one...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come, vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. ）