Even though many years have passed, Rhaegar still recognizes the young boy.

Constantine has grown up a lot, the innocence between his eyebrows has completely faded, a little more mature and deep, and Rhaegar even found a few traces of his familiar division commander --- Archduke Elliott in Constantine.

For a moment, Rhaeggar's heart was mixed.

Constantine was also very happy to see Rhaeggar, and when he was very young, he always liked and admired this brother-like knight, and his father would usually send Rhaegar to urge him to learn the sword.

And Rhaegar will also teach him carefully, treating him as if he were his own brother.

It can be said that in Constantine's childhood, in addition to his father, the former head of the Winter Knights was the closest to him.

Constantine looked at Rhaegar carefully, the knight of Azero, who had passed his prime, had a weathered face, and twelve years of hard fighting had added a sense of vicissitudes to his already heroic face.

Twelve years have passed, and sure enough, many things have changed, Constantine secretly sighed.

Rhaegar gave Constantine a warm hug, "Young Master, it's nice to see you back. ”

Hearing the word young master, the bearded man standing on the side widened his eyes, and after reacting, his thick arms trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the axe.

For Rhaegar to be called a young master, the identity of this young magician is already about to be revealed.

Seeing the bearded man's frightened expression, Rhaegar let go of his hand and smiled, "Don't be nervous, Tren, the young master is not the kind of aristocratic brother who likes to worry about red tape, hey, Constantine, you are a magician now?" Before he knew it, Rhaegar reverted to the name he had when he was alone with Constantine when he was a child.

Constantine, on the contrary, was more accustomed to talking like this, and he smiled: "I use a sword occasionally, but not often now." ”

"That's right. Rhaegar replied nonchalantly, turning his head to Roland to the side, "Who is this?"

"His name is Roland Austin and he's a friend of mine. Constantine helped Roland, who nodded at Rhaegar .

"If you're a friend of Constantine, you're also a friend of Winterfell. Rhaegar shook Roland's hand, then turned his head back to Constantine, "We haven't seen each other in twelve years, let's go back to the house and have a good chat." ”

Built on a high hill not far from Sunset Valley, Rhaegar's house was a stone house with a simple furnishings, with only a wooden bed and a wooden table.

A pair of armor hangs from the stone wall, and the armor bears the Knights of Winterfell.

Constantine noticed that a layer of dust had accumulated on the armor, and it looked like Rhaegar hadn't worn it in a long time.

Noticing Constantine's gaze, Rhaegar stroked the surface of the metal armor with his hand and said in a slightly nostalgic tone: "As you can see, Constantine, this is the armor that the teacher personally gave me back then, but now I am no longer qualified to wear it. ”

Constantine wanted to offer a few words of comfort, but seeing Rhaeggar's sad expression, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Rhaegar sat on the wooden bed, took out a pot of wine from under the bed, took a sip of it, and after putting it down, he said with a smile: "It has become more and more difficult to drink a good bottle of wine over the years, the taste of the ale wine brewed in the village is still too weak, this bottle is the spirit I asked Brilon to bring back from the territory of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, do you want to taste it?"

Constantine shook his head, "Magicians should always maintain a high level of concentration, so they can't drink alcohol. ”

Rhaegar pouted, "It's boring. Then he raised the flask and took a sip, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

Constantine sighed lightly, he knew very well that Rhaegar had never been in the habit of drinking back then.

How many painful defeats did it take for this strict and rigid knight to choose to anesthetize himself with alcohol?

"Anyway, Constantine, what happened to you after you left Winterfell, and is Madame okay now?" asked Rhaegar .

Constantine was silent for a moment, "Mother, who also died that night. ”

Leiga was taken aback, "How is it possible, Madam is such a powerful magician, how could she..."

Rhaegar paused for a moment, "Could it be that Madame stayed on her own free will?"

Constantine nodded, "That night I was teleported to the abyss by my mother using a teleportation magic array. ”

"The plane where the legendary demons lived?" Rhaegar glared, "And how did you come back alive?"

"My teacher saved me, and until now I don't know his true identity, and now I only know that he and my mother seem to know each other, and it may not be by chance that he appeared in the abyss. ”

Constantine pulled out the dark green scabbard from the package, "Teacher, he taught me a lot of things, and he gave me this sword when he left. ”

"You're in luck. Rhaegar sighed, "And then?"

"Later, I joined the Hunters' Guild, the most famous killer organization in the continent. Constantine did not hide his experience, and even told everything he had done since joining the Hunters' Guild.

Rhaegar stared intently at Constantine, listening word for word as he recounted the bloody deeds of his life as a hunter.

It was only while listening to these stories that he poured a few more sips of wine into his throat halfway through.

"Later, I was injured in a mission, and was brought back to the seminary by Bishop Cicero of the Church on the border of the Holy Empire, at that time I had earned enough mission points, and I was a little tired of being a killer, and I also wanted to investigate the incident when the Heavenly Gate appeared in Winterfell, so I agreed to Bishop Cicero's request to stay in the seminary and become a probationary priest. ”

After that, Constantine briefly recounted how he met Diana and how he entered the Royal Academy of Magic.

Rhaegar listened to Constantine's story silently, and the drunkenness on his face seemed to subside a little, and he looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated gaze.

"Constantine, you've really grown up!" Rhaegar slowly lowered the flask, "I'm glad that I'm no longer the naïve little boy who indulges in fairy tales." ”

"When you were very young, you would pester me all day long to show you sword qi, but now, you are already a strong person who can really stand alone. Rhaegar said with a laugh and took another sip of wine.

This sentence reminded Constantine of the childish but beautiful time of his childhood, and he couldn't help laughing.

"My story isn't as exciting as yours. "In those twelve years, every day I've spent has been a nightmare you can't imagine. ”