Roy had heard a lot of legends about the Knights of Farrington.

For three hundred years, this knight order, who has been fighting the Farrington Line of the Broken Sky Mountain Range and the demons forever, has been the eternal topic of the people of the Land of Redemption.

People marvel at their strength and are curious about their mysteries.

They never tire of talking about every battle between the Knights of Farrington and the demons for three hundred years, relishing their traditions, their fighting methods, their black eyes and black hair, and their ruthlessness and iron will.

In all kinds of legends, this army no longer looks like a human being.

As soon as they are mentioned, what comes to people's minds is the towering fortress of the Broken Sky Mountain Range, the demons attached to the city wall with dense ants, the arrows and fireballs that cover the sky and the sun, the flowing blood, the broken limbs, and the screams and roars that echo in the mountains forever.

Under that blood-colored sky, these warriors in black and red armor and big hats fought silently.

Their swords swung over, and the hideous demon heads rose into the sky with the gushing of blood. Their tomahawks were cut down, and their flesh made a dull cracking sound under the sharp blades. They rode war horses and charged in formation, and under the thunderous hooves of the horses were blood-colored mud.

They fought like this, until the blood reached their ankles, until the corpses were piled up on the walls, until the demons scattered all over the mountains receded like a tide.

When the sun rose in the east the next day, they were covered with scars and held their swords again. A qiē starts again.

Day by day, year by year.

This group of sinners who led the final defeat of the human alliance in the final battle atone for their sins in this way that can never be freed.

It's hell there. And they live in that land of blood and fire. Covered in scars and wearing old armor full of sword marks. Fighting, Forever!

Three hundred years is enough time for people to feel vague about the historical memory of the final battle.

The people who witnessed that era have died, and the people of the present day only know that if it were not for the bloody battle of the Knights of Farrington. There is no last place of salvation for humanity. No matter what kind of crimes they have committed, three hundred years of atonement is enough to erase a qiē.

They were more sympathetic to the Knights of Farrington than the High Saints.

From an early age, Roy had a special, even inexplicable, sense of identity with Farrington. Every time he plays knight games with Tom and a group of other children, he always disdains to be the prince and the knight who saves the princess that other children rush to do. But as long as he plays the role of the Farrington Knight and the demons, he will definitely insist on choosing to do the Linton Knight.

With a childish face, he will kneel on the ground in pain. Bow your head and press the hilt of your sword with both hands to emulate the Farrington Knight's famous death order.

Every time at this time, he can experience the tragedy and solemnity from the bottom of his heart.

Before, he didn't understand. It wasn't until he knew his life experience that he knew that he had unconsciously experienced a qiē back then. It all comes from their own and their inseparable bloodline.

Over and over again, he imagined that one day he would return to the Broken Sky Mountain Range and walk into that hellish fortress. The scene of meeting people who, like myself, have black hair and black eyes, and have Oriental blood flowing through them. He thought that day would take a long time.

But I didn't expect it to be today. One of them, in such a way, appeared in front of himself.

Roy was a little stunned.

Just like the "lone wolf" mark he subconsciously chose when he registered as a mercenary, it has always been. He thought he was just a lone wolf roaming the vast snowfield. After the death of his parents, he no one cared about him except for Grandpa William.

Whether it is his maternal grandfather, Archduke Reynolds, who followed Donald, or his grandfather, Archduke Roland, who disapproved of the marriage of his father and mother from the beginning, they are just two cold symbols. The meaning of their existence is only to make him feel a kind of abandonment, indifference.

But he didn't expect that just when he had accepted this qiē, he suddenly found that he was not uncared about.

"Master Rook......"

Roy looked at Rook's weather-beaten face. There was no fear, no doubt, no desire to deny my identity again. He knows. With Rook's strength, if he wants to be unfavorable to himself, he doesn't need to go through such a bother.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulence in his heart, helped Rook up, and asked, "How did you recognize me?"

"As soon as you took off your mask, I recognized you," Rook sighed, "We live in Farrington and have very little contact with other people. Therefore, even if it is your father, and your grandfather's appearance, few people can match the number. ”

"But," Rook said with a kind look at Roy and said with a smile, "I am your grandfather's squire knight, and I grew up watching your father. I couldn't be more familiar with the appearance of the Hanshan family. Your appearance is at least seven points similar to that of your father's age!"

As he spoke, Rook pulled out a necklace from his collar, opened the pendant with the crest of the Han Mountain's majestic peaks underneath, and showed Roy a yellowed portrait of the demon pattern.

Demonic portraits are an extremely expensive method of image preservation. It takes a lot of magic crystals to arrange a complex magic pattern circle, and the real image of that moment is engraved on a special canvas. This method is only in the hands of a very small number of magic pattern masters, and even the princes and ministers are not easy to obtain.

Roy stared carefully at the small portrait.

It was a smiling couple.

The man looked very much like himself, but with a little more lean and heroic, wearing a dark blue raff collar striped top, bent in one hand, holding the long sword at his waist in the other, and smiling happily and silly. The woman next to him held him, wearing a goose yellow dress, beautiful and gentle.

The place where the two of them stood should be a section of city wall, and a pheasant moat full of traces of knives and axes could be faintly visible behind it. In the distance, there are empty valleys, and vast, blood-colored skylines.

Roy looked at the picture stupidly.

He has been on the run since he was two years old by William, and he no longer remembers his mother's appearance. And his father, Roger, was killed in battle before he was born.

This has been more than a dozen years. For the first time, he saw his parents.

Although Rook did not tell him who the person in the portrait was, he knew that it was his father and mother. In that time and space that has passed, he is smiling happily at himself. The appearance of the two, the demeanor, all the qiē. It's exactly the same as in my dreams!

Eighteen years of loneliness and longing, like a flood bursting a levee, instantly broke through the defense line that I thought was impregnable.

Roy only felt a sour nose and tears welled up in his eyes!

It's like falling off a cliff and knowing your life story the day. It's like the middle of the night when I got up from the icy river and walked ashore step by step. It's just that, in addition to the heart-rending pain, there is also the same heart-rending happiness.

For many people, happiness means fame. Status, Money, Power...... They diligently pursue those things, but they don't know that for a boy who has lost his parents since he was a child, just seeing his parents is already the greatest happiness in life.

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Sitting on the top of the attic of a wooden house, an old man and a young man quietly watched the city of Muni in the night.

It was late at night. in the attic. The sound of the family's two children breathing evenly as they slept soundly could be heard. Two patrolling sergeants rode slowly through the empty streets. The top of the bell tower in the distance. The blue magic array light curtain gently rippled, smearing the city with a layer of water waves.

"Can you tell me about them?" Roy said as Roy watched as a griffin knight landed on the city wall through the huge shadow of the magic moon on the horizon, turning his head to look at the old man beside him.

"What do you want to hear?" said Rook, looking kindly into the boy's clear, soft eyes.

These eyes are really like Sarah. The old man thought to himself.

"I don't know......," Roy said, "I mean...... I would like to know about their qiē. But don't know where to start. ”

"Then I'll tell you what I know," Luke smiled, "and I'll say whatever comes to mind." ”

Well. Roy nodded, crossing his legs.

In the cold night breeze. His thoughts, as the old man spoke, went back to the past.

Listen to Luke, his father, Roger, was a very naughty guy when he was a child. He couldn't sit still and was curious about everything. He loved fantasy, he loved to read and paint, he loved to hunt, and he loved to gallop on horseback.

He was a man with an extraordinary zest for life, and even though he, like other boys, had left his mother's arms since childhood, grew up in the barracks, and underwent the hardest and even most cruel tempering, it did not wear away his optimistic nature.

Roger had an extraordinary talent for knighthood, and by the age of fourteen, he was already an excellent warrior. He once followed the scout team and went deep into the territory of the demons, and he once fought the city wall for three days and three nights, and was seriously wounded.

Everybody loved him.

Not because of who he is, but because, no matter how brutal the battle is, he always laughs. In his nature, there is a nonchalant optimism. It was very different from the silence of his father, the Duke of Roland.

At the age of fifteen, he met His Royal Highness Edward, the Prince of Farington.

At that time, Edward was just a teenager who was also full of curiosity. One yearns for life beyond Farrington, the other tries to learn about this mysterious fortress, and the two young men quickly become the best of friends.

Two months later, when Edward had finished his travels in the Duchy of Farrington and was about to leave, he begged Archduke Roland to allow him to travel to the imperial capital with him.

Edward was entitled to make this request.

Nominally, Farrington was also part of the Saint-Soran Empire. A hundred years ago, at the beginning of the Solan Grand Public, no matter how bad the situation was and how difficult the situation was, there was never a single soldier from Farrington, let alone a shortage of supplies.

During the two months that Farrington lived, Edward ate and lived with everyone, fought side by side, was kind and courteous, and deeply respected the Farrington warriors. Edward's plea, coupled with his son's expectant eyes, Archduke Roland agreed unprecedentedly.

In this way, Roger left Farrington, where he had lived for nearly sixteen years, mixed with the Royal Knight Guard, and entered the world he had longed for for a long time.

If I look back now, in Luke's words, it is: "Like a tiger growing up in the jungle and breaking into a pack of dogs." Until now. His name is a nightmare for many people. ”

At that time, few people other than Edward knew Roger's identity.

He was known only as the closest friend of His Royal Highness Edward, a descendant of an Oriental nobleman with curly black hair and a hearty smile. He was suave. He is polite, dances more beautifully than anyone else, and speaks wittily.

No one associates him with the Knights of Sinners, who have the impression that they only know how to fight and live forever in hell to atone for their sins. Everyone believes that he came from a noble family with a deep heritage, elegant manners and gentlemanly upbringing.

Except that he didn't like to wear gorgeous clothes with embroidered sleeves, stockings, wigs, and grease and powder. Anything else is good except for being a little weird.

Soon, Roger made a great name in the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital.

For several months each year, he would return to Farrington to fight, or travel around the empire. In July and August, when the purple roses in the imperial capital bloom most brilliantly, he will return.

Gradually, people found out that this beautiful young man. is a naturally powerful character.

Since his arrival at Edward's side, Edward's influence in aristocratic circles. Straight up. In some matters, Edward's words carried even more weight than the reigning emperor and prime minister Donald.

Edward was originally a man of great talent, but he was sixteen or seventeen years old, young and vigorous, and he was determined to surpass his ancestors. Become the greatest emperor of Saint Solan. To this end, he aimed at the shortcomings of the empire and made drastic reforms. In just a few years, Saint-Solan's military strength has been significantly enhanced. Thriving. Sweep away the situation of a hundred years of weakness. There is a great posture to surpass Philip and catch up with Pompeii.

And this qiē naturally poses a threat to some people.

Outside, the Pompeii Empire and the Philae Empire would never want to see this situation continue. The Holy See, which has always been at odds with the Solan royal family, is also vigilant. Internally, Donald has been in power for more than ten years, and he can't allow a half-sized man to provoke authority.

The inside and outside hit it off, and for a while, Edward encountered unprecedented resistance and struggled. No matter what field you are in, there seems to be someone secretly restraining and secretly doing the right thing. The original good situation was entangled by countless ropes in the open and in the dark, and dragged into the quagmire.

What's even more dangerous is that the other party not only launched interceptions and attacks in various fields, but even wanted to completely erase Edward from this world physically.

As the crown prince of the Saint Soran Empire, Edward was not the only one. There is an older brother above him, and below him, there are two younger brothers.

Edward's brother died young, falling ill and dying before he was seven years old. In terms of age, in addition to the two elder sisters, Edward was the largest among the boys, so he got the position of crown prince.

But the crown prince does not necessarily have to ascend to the throne. Not to mention far away, let's just say that the neighboring Philip, Peter the Great also ascended the throne after killing the then Crown Prince of Philip, that is, his own brother. This was even more common during the Pompeii Empire, where royal blood was more complicated and the struggle was more intense, and the Romance Dynasty, which was a little further afield.

Even the founding lord of the country, Grand Duke Solan, is only the spokesperson of the Solan nobility, let alone a mere prince. If he touches the interests of the nobles, killing him and replacing him with a better crown prince is not something that cannot be done.

Edward, who paid the price for his youth.

In that period of history dyed red by blood, the imperial capital was changing and the undercurrent was turbulent. Assassinations, attacks, slanders and provocations against Edward, wave after wave. It is ruthless, and even the Romance Dynasty, when the struggle for imperial power was darkest, was far less.

However, all the efforts of Yiqiē were in vain because of a young man who stood in front of Edward.

This person is Roger.

He once resolved at least five deaths that could kill Edward, once fought a bloody battle on Long Street, repelled three groups of top killers, and once broke into a well-guarded seaside castle alone, beheaded one of the people behind the scenes, and hung his head on the square under the Imperial Power Mountain to shock the heroes.

He was not Edward's personal bodyguard, did not obey the royal family, and was not subject to royal authority. More often than not, he slept in the warm sunshine of the garden, flirted with women at balls, galloped on horseback in hunting grounds, and drank with people in taverns

But all one needs to know is that he and Edward are friends. Any assassination attempt against Edward would be met with Roger's relentless revenge.

He may not be the strongest, perhaps not the most witty, the most cunning, or even the most loyal to the Solan royal family. But he was definitely the most dangerous one in the eyes of all those who tried to kill Edward.

As long as he still exists, then, anyone who wants to deal with Edward. Think twice.

There are many legends left by Roger in the imperial capital, and he can't finish telling them even for seven days and seven nights. If it weren't for meeting Sarah, perhaps, he would have become a legend in the imperial capital.

The year he met Sarah, Roger was twenty-four years old.

Not much is known about Sarah. All he knew was. She was the gentleest and most beautiful woman in the world, and the wisest and strongest woman.

When Roger brought Sara back to Farrington, no one could believe that he would marry a woman other than Farrington. Moreover, this woman's father is actually a confidant of Prime Minister Donald.

The rigid and traditional Grand Duke of Roland angrily and clearly opposed the marriage. For this reason, he even did not hesitate to put Roger under house arrest.

But. All the opposition is no match for the love of Roger and Sarah.

They got married. On a day when the demons did not have soldiers under the city, they stood on the walls of Farrington and left this precious portrait.

Soon after, Roger was killed in an unprecedented demon attack, and Sara, who was pregnant with Roy at that time.

Grand Duke Roland, who doesn't like Sarah.

Even if she was married to Roger. and gave birth to the only heir of the Hansan family, which has not changed.

He to Sarah. Always cold and unapologetic. If he saw Sara from afar, he would either turn around and leave, or he would take a detour. Even if he wanted to see his grandson, he would ask the servant to avoid Sara and carry Roy over.

He was a hard-hearted father. After Roger's death, he didn't shed a single tear. However, while Sara withered on the banks of the Frost River in order to divert her pursuers, Grand Duke Roland sat in the empty Duke's Palace. Looking at the photos of his son and daughter-in-law, he didn't eat, drink, or sleep for three whole days.

And then......

"And then?" Roy stared at Rook.

Rook shook his head, keeping his mouth shut, no matter how Roy asked.

It was a history that made him think about it to this day. Although all the qiē has been covered up. However, news can be blocked, blood stains can be cleaned, cracks can be repaired, but how can the imprint of memory be erased?

To this day, there must be many people who often wake up from nightmares because of that past.

However, now is not the time to tell Roy all of them.

Rooker looked at the young man in front of him, looking at his face that resembled his father Roger and grandfather Roland, and all he had in his heart was pride.

When those people thought that the Hanshan family had become history, who would have thought that the boy who had been poisoned by the dragon's saliva and whose meridians were completely destroyed, and who almost died with a whimper, the heir of the Hanshan family, who had lost the protection of his parents, wandered in the wilderness, and lived a life that was not even as good as a slum child, had grown into this outstanding boy in front of him.

In his body, there is the blood of the Hanshan family, this bloodline has not been cut off because of the hundred-year war between humans and demons, nor has it been cut off because of the three-hundred-year bloody war, how can it be broken in the hands of a group of minions and a few Xiaoxiao?

In the future, one day, this teenager will grow up to be a man like his grandfather and father. It is as majestic as the Han Mountain in the east of the mainland.

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Unable to get an answer from Rook, Roy didn't ask any further.

Today, he has received enough and is satisfied enough. There is still a long time in the future, and those who don't know, a bit about their father, mother, and grandfather, can wait for themselves to slowly pursue.

There are too many of their footprints in the history of this empire. As long as you go down on your own, you will definitely be able to see.

"Tell me, then, Uncle Rook," Roy said curiously, "how did you come to Lulian?"

"A lot has happened in Farrington since your mother's death," Rook recalled, "and we had to fight the demons and ...... at the same time"

He looked at Roy, sighed, and said, "We have sent many brothers out to find your whereabouts, not only Lulian, but also other provinces and cities. Even in the Philae and Pompeii empires, there were our people. ”

"Did my grandfather send you?" Roy asked.

All along, for the coldness of the grandfather. He's a little haunted. In various legends, the reaction of Archduke Farrington Rowland after the tragedy of the Frosty River fifteen years ago has been described as indifferent and ruthless, and he has done nothing.

He and his Knights of Farrington are still fighting the demons in the Broken Sky Mountains. It's like a machine. Except for the fight. There are no human emotions anymore.

If it weren't for the fact that after Uncle Luke learned that after his mother was killed and he was missing, his grandfather didn't eat, drink, or sleep for three days and three nights, Roy wouldn't even ask this question.

Luke was silent for a moment and replied, "Yes and no. ”

This answer made Roy a little confused.

Look him in the eye. Rook said, "You'll find out about your grandfather later." ”

Roy nodded.

Rook continued: "In the beginning, we searched everywhere. We've searched for places we can go and people we can ask, but it's as if you've disappeared from this world, and no one knows your whereabouts. ”

Roy smiled.

Before the age of five. Grandpa William and himself almost all live in the deep mountains and old forests. Many places. Even the most senior hunters dare not set foot lightly. Even the Holy See's search has been evaded, not to mention these Farrington knights who are not good at finding people?

And after that, he was either in the elves' lakeside city or in the dwarven dungeon, and he didn't really return to human society until he was ten years old. Even Rook had been to Bollabel before. It's not the same time as myself.

There is a vast sea of people, and finding someone is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Later, we changed our strategy. Some went into the Mission Hall, some into the Chamber of Commerce. Some people even entered the Ignorant Hall. "We know it's hard for us to find you on our own. Therefore, we must rely on other forces. ”

Roy nodded. For the Knights of Farrington, who had never set foot in the world, this was perhaps the best they could think of.

"Unfortunately, we still haven't found anything. Rook smiled wryly.

He was silent for a while, and then said, "From the day we came out, we swore that if we didn't find you, we would have no face to go home." Therefore, over the years, finding you and going home have become two things that all of us have been thinking about for a long time. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Roy with relief and sighed, "It's been thirteen years." Originally, I didn't have any hope, but I didn't expect you to be alive. ”

Looking at Rook's kind and relieved gaze, Roy's heart was moved.

He knew the traditions of Farrington.

In the Knights of Farrington, every warrior left his mother's arms and was sent to the barracks to be raised intensively from the day of the full moon. They have been trained the hardest in the ice and snow since they were children, and in life, there is nothing but fighting.

They are a special group of people who are out of place in this world.

For three hundred years, not a single Farrington man was willing to leave the land he held onto. That's their home. Their lives have been integrated with the high fortress and the towering Broken Sky Mountain Range, which is inseparable.

Therefore, Roy couldn't imagine how this old man left Farrington Fortress alone, left his robed brothers, and came here to stay incognito for a long thirteen years in order to find himself.

Now he looks like an ordinary old man. His hair was gray, and his face was full of wrinkles. His back was slumped and he was silent. It seems that he has no other life than to face those identified objects every day.

It's hard to imagine what he looked like when he fought in the demons. It is also hard to imagine how uncomfortable it must be for him to give up his blood-boiling, galloping fighting career, bury his glory and sword in the soil, and willingly spend thirteen years in the south to find out the news of a child.

"Now," Roy said, "you can go home." ”

"Yes," Rook said, looking into the distance, his eyes longing, "I can go home." Not only me, but also the other brothers who came out together can go home. But ......"

He turned his head and said to Roy, "...... That will have to wait until the day you go back to Farrington. ”

"Go back?"

Roy was silent and did not speak.

He hadn't thought about going back to Farrington until he figured out how to deal with that cold grandfather. Besides, let him give up Tom, give up Elethia, give up his mother, give up this qiē grudge and hatred, and be an emotionless killing machine, he can't do it!

As if knowing what Roy was thinking, Rook patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly: "There are some things that you can understand later." However, whether you want to go back or not, and whenever you do, I will follow your decision. ”

He leaned over slightly and said respectfully, "And before that, I will follow you as your steward." My young master. ”

(To be continued......)