That day was the day when the results of the exercise that were supposed to be empty were evaluated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Tomorrow's first snow wolf, you go and kill it," in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night, a cluster of fire faintly shone out of the top of the tree, the tall man stared at the eating Sora suddenly spoke, Sora stopped what he said, and looked at the man's eyes through the fire for a second, "Second chance, give you a chance to hunt the beast alone." It was probably the empty reflection that conveyed too much dullness, so the man repeated it again.

The empty and sluggish appearance only lasted for only three seconds, and the expression of excitement and joy immediately replaced it, and the excited feelings were completely revealed without concealment, this was what he had always wanted to have, an opportunity, not to prove himself, not to break free from restraints, he wanted to rely on his own strength, to do something for the men, and now, this opportunity was suddenly placed in front of him, suddenly and directly.

"Okay, great, I'll try to do it," the half-gnawed cooked meat snapped on the snow, and jumped up with a kick on his empty legs, "No, I'll make it, not like last time." If it weren't for a flame of fire, the empty head would probably be close to the man's face at this moment.

"Don't be too confident, getting strong has nothing to do with whether you can fight, even if you learn how to wield a weapon, it doesn't mean you have the ability to pick it up," the tall man quickly poured out a basin of cold water, waving his hand to stretch his head back, although the rhetoric never changed, even though the rhetoric was so real and powerful every time it came out of his mouth," But seeing that you have been practicing for so long, I also feel angry if you still can't do anything, so give you the opportunity, you don't need to kill the prey completely, it is enough to be able to make the prey fall into a difficult point of action. ”

"I'm sure I'll succeed, not just to take down my prey, but to kill it completely. He sat on the ground with an empty ass, picked up the fallen food and slapped the sticky snowflakes into his mouth, his heart was full of confidence, and his words were full of confidence, he firmly believed that he was gradually becoming different, and the tall man always spoke in such an unforgiving way, as the bearded man once said, he had adapted to it, and he no longer felt that there was anything that could hurt him, it was all a joke between close people.

He has long regarded men as his close people, and the only thing left is to make himself and the person they are willing to be close to.

Tomorrow will be a pleasant day for Sora, and when he can share what he can accomplish for the men with the help of himself, he will truly feel that he is part of them.

In the middle of the night the candle flame became faint and was about to go out, and the tall man remained awake and alert as always, squatting and snuggling under the tree, and curled up and slept on the other side of the fire, but tonight he could not sleep anyway, and his excitement was always thinking of a dose of stimulant. Under the same hazy sky and cold earth, how many people can understand the mood of the moment, maybe far away in the sky, or close at hand.

Although the tall man can stay awake and watch all night, there is always a time when he is most sleepy, when his insight will be minimized, and this is usually the time to change shifts with the bearded man, but when the two of them are hunting, he must stay alone all night, so he will never go out for more than three days at a time.

Adapting to life with men, Sora quietly opened his eyes, glanced at the position of the moon in the sky, and was able to roughly judge the time of appearance, at this time, the tall man who had been tense at this time had begun to feel tired without accident, but only today, Sora did not feel too sleepy at this moment, he looked at the man sideways, and then used the control of magic to consume time.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, and as he curled up with his back to the man, there was an extra burning flame in his palm, and he covered the flame and tucked it in his arms, as if he was holding the only thing that could keep him warm on a lonely cold night. He still couldn't release the energy of the molding, but the flame was formed, and the light and heat did emit it.

"Go to bed early, close your eyes and don't think about anything. The tall man's sudden voice startled Sora, and the flame in his hand shattered like a crack, and he pretended to move and close his eyes, pretending that he was indeed asleep.

He thought to himself that the man's poisonous tongue must be about to come with a bunch of unceremonious chatter.

But no, in the next time, it was quiet as if he could hear the sound of the air flowing, and Sora even wondered if the tall man really felt that he had made a mistake in his judgment, and whether his fake sleep was really effective. There is no reason for him to pretend to sleep, just like a naughty child innocently responding to his parents' preaching, simply, in this reality that is no longer simple.

"Going to bed early will replenish your energy," the tall man said softly after a moment, "I trust you." ”

Sora silently kept his back to him, silently on his lips, realizing that he was laughing.

Tomorrow should be a pleasant day. With such thoughts, he unconsciously fell asleep. Where he didn't notice, a spark-like fragment of the flame that was about to be extinguished suddenly grew in size, and was finally extinguished by the cold of the snow.

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It was the ceiling of the familiar but unfamiliar mansion again, and the bright chandelier pierced the sky and couldn't look up and open the eyes.

He was dressed in a comfortable and beautiful leather robe, sitting upright on a chair, dignified as if waiting for an ironclad verdict, the long table in front of him was three meters long, and the other end was facing the door, and the woman who was also richly dressed sat on his left side to hide her face and sob, and the air was filled with the smell of oppression.

The empty head was confused, and he didn't think about why he was here, whether he was dreaming, only heard the sound of a symphony of iron pieces outside the house, and then someone opened the door and came in, and the figure he didn't know put a helmet on the table and pushed it over, and Sora watched the helmet slide under his nose, and there were strings of blood beads that had long dried on it, probably the helmet owner's.

Before Sora had time to reach out and touch it, the woman next to her changed from sobbing to crying, holding the helmet and shouting regardless of the image, crying, Sora looked at the woman venting her sadness so pitiful, wanted to comfort but didn't know how to comfort, and unconsciously felt inexplicably sad.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry my child, you're so young, you shouldn't have experienced this kind of thing, you shouldn't have had such feelings so quickly......" The woman hugged Sora and cried, saying words of apology to him, and Sora felt suffocated with great strength.

Why? Why do you apologize to me?What have I experienced?What kind of feelings?The owner of the helmet...... And who?

Sora suddenly recalled the way the man took off his robe and put on his armor, stroked his head to comfort himself, the man who once caressed himself with his warm and powerful hands, the man who once rode a horse to experience hunting, and the man who defended himself at all costs.

The picture in front of him suddenly distorted, the ceiling cracked, the chandelier fell and smashed to pieces, the flames swept everything around, the door and the long table were all reduced to nothing in the burning red light, fear, sadness, confusion, frustration, too many pessimistic emotions rushed in, as if anthropomorphic, turned into a bunch of little ghosts jumping around him, empty tried to reject them, his body was still embraced by the woman, the woman's cry tormented his ears, the woman's tears dripped on his skin, the boiling water burned his eyes, everything was so strange to him, it was like hell。

Kong Qiang poked his head out, and the original cry and apology of the woman in his ears had turned into vague crazy words, as if the voice and language had been distorted by this fire, and in the scorching heat, he suddenly felt that the big hand of the past was placed on the top of his head again, and Kong looked over and saw the man half-squatting down to comfort himself, but the body was full of holes.

The man opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, he wanted to say that he couldn't hear it, but he couldn't make a sound, the man's lips fluttered in the flame as if he was apologizing, as if he was parting, he felt that the hand on his head was about to be taken away, he wanted to stop the big hand from staying away, but he didn't have time to act, everything disappeared, and the man's body was burned into dust.

It occurred to him that when the man died, he would not even have a chance to see him, and that the fire was nothing more than a symbol, depriving everything. He finally remembered that his amnesia was just a memory loss caused by his own resistance to that memory, and there was indeed such a man who existed by his side, his father, his family, the people who loved him, protected him and watched him grow up, as it should be, but it was gone.

He is a man who has lost everything and lost his home.

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Sora woke up in pain, tears swirled in his eyes, his arms, legs, hands and feet seemed to spasm, he waved his limbs like crazy, an external force was suppressing his madness, until the external force was accompanied by a hand pressed on the top of his head, he quieted down and returned to consciousness.

For a moment he thought it was the man's hand, large and rough, powerful but deliberately strong, exuding warmth. But what appeared in front of me was the face of a tall man.

"I can really sleep," said the tall man, "and it doesn't work to call you, and I haven't woken you up all the way." ”

"I, I had a nightmare," stammered his mouth, waking up from a dream as if he had gone through a highly tiring job, panting for breath, "I dreamed before, I dreamed that I had lost everything, my home was gone, there was nothing, a fire burned everything......"

He kept saying that he wanted to tell the tall man about his dream, which naturally had nothing to share, he just wanted to tell his anxiety to the person he trusted the most, the person he felt most reliable, so that he would feel more at ease.

Yes, those are just dreams, they used to be real experiences, but now they have nothing to do with themselves, and now he is not the lord of Brookenlin, but just a boy named Kong, who follows two men to the end of the world in a carriage, and this kind of life is very good, he has no fixed place, and sometimes suffers from hunger, but he is very happy.

"I dreamed of you again, I'm so busy here, you can still leisurely reminisce about the past......" were still those unkind words, but the tall man suddenly coughed violently, and felt a viscous liquid splash on his face.

He put his finger in front of his eyes a little, and all he saw was a piercing redness.

"You, why are you bleeding?" asked the empty and worried, the tall man in his impression was already very tall in his heart, even if he was said to be a frog at the bottom of the well, but the man's tall position in his heart could not be shaken. He thought about the strength of the tall man, how many beasts did it hurt him?

That's right, today should be the time for his own performance, he has to rely on his own strength to kill the prey, the tall man was only accidentally injured because of an occasional mistake, and he will definitely say that he is okay and don't care, yes, today, it should be a pleasant day, today, it should be like this......

The tall man did not speak, his pale cheeks and his eyes were glazed.

Fear welled up in the bottom of his empty heart, and he slowly moved his gaze to see that the tall man's body was covered with wounds, charred skin, and the skin had been pierced with holes the size of bottle caps, bruises, blood crusts, swellings, and blood stains that had not dried up.

Riddled with......

In that moment, in the empty eyes, the tall man and the man in the dream overlapped, they were all so tall, and they all appeared in front of them with bruises all over their bodies, and the man who had been left was gone, forever, so now......

"What's going on. Sora made an incredulous sound.

"Do me a favor, one leg can't move for a while," said the tall man, "continue in the direction I'm going," he said, holding his empty neck with one hand and pointing into the distance with the other, "there should be a hole for hiding on the hillside over there, help me there first, the terrain here is much more familiar to me than the group." ”

"But you're injured, you need to be treated, I, I'll take you back to see my uncle. The condition of the tall man made Sora feel panicked, but apart from the tall man, the only person Sora could think of again was the bearded man, and he suddenly found that there were only two people around him.

"No! don't go back!" the tall man snapped, but he also tried to suppress his voice, "I must not go back, I can best attract attention, but I can't, let that group of people, get close to the carriage ......" The tall man said as his voice became quieter and quieter, and he was about to faint.

The tall man was extremely serious just now, he had no choice, he tried his best to carry the tall man's body, which weighed twice as much as him, and stepped through the snow step by step.