On a gloomy, dim, drowning, cloud-curtaining day, a knight rode alone through an unusually gloomy wilderness, and when twilight began to fall, the cloud-shrouded unknown town was in sight.

The desolate and empty scene of the lonely house, the surrounding terrain, the bleak walls, the empty windows, the bushes of sedges, and the dead trees with pale branches, seemed to foreshadow misfortune.

At the stone pier in front of the town sat a woman with a withered face, her face wrinkled like a ravines crisscrossed by yellow earth.

The compassionate knight stepped forward and asked, "Old woman, why do you sit here alone and weep?" ”

The woman replied sadly, "There is a man-eating lion roaming the steppe, who has cut my husband's throat and eaten my son, and now his only grandson has been taken by him." ”

"Ah, what a tragedy! The tragedy of one family, three generations, the death of a woman, three men! Is there really a God in this world? There is no mercy in His heart. Enraged, the knight swore an oath to slay the greedy and violent man-eating lion.

The knight rode a tall horse with a magnificent sword in his hand and chased the man-eating lion in the direction of the sun, and after a long search, he finally found the man-eating lion next to a decaying dead tree, which was lying under it to rest.

"Look, what did I see! Beneath the tree were the white bones of countless innocents, and the corpses of flesh and blood that had not yet been eaten off the branches of the dead trees hung from the dead branches, and the blood flowed down the trunks of the dead trees and seeped into the black earth. In the face of this tragic scene, no one with a trace of flesh can turn a blind eye. ”

The knight drew his sword and slew at the man-eating lion, and despite the knight's valor, the cunning and violent lion honed its skills in countless kills, its sharp claws like spears tore through the knight's armor, leaving blood marks on the knight's chest.

Exhausted and scarred, the knight stuck his sword into the ground to barely hold on.

The cunning, violent man-eating lion, in the setting sun, under the low-hanging clouds yellowed by the sun, let out a conceited roar, "My claws, pointed and long, no less than your sword, and my fur, thick and hard, stronger than your armor." ”

The knight roared with determination, his sword in both hands, and charged at the man-eating lion, who stood up to deliver the final blow.

But the valiant knight was not afraid of the lion's claws, and he went head-on, and finally the sword pierced the lion's belly, and the reckless man-eating lion finally died from his arrogant conceit.

The knight castrated the lion's genitals, cut off the lion's head, and carried them back to the town.

When the knight returned to the town with the lion's head, the townspeople lined up to welcome him, and the crowd cheered.

"Long live! Long live the knight!"

At that moment a young girl stepped forward and offered the knight a crimson cloak. The knight was at a loss, and the townsfolk next to him reminded him, "Aren't you naked, Lord Knight, hurry up and put on your cloak." This lovely girl must think that your ** should not be seen by everyone. ”

Hearing this, the knight's whole face turned red.

Applause thundered! Everyone did not hesitate to offer their praise for this wonderful performance on the stage.

Julian clapped his hands and asked the Countess of Noamun on the side, "Madame, do you like it?"

The Countess of Noamon tilted her head and protested Julian's atrocities with silence.

"It's really sad, and I have choreographed this drama for you, to soothe your wounded heart. ”

The Countess of Noamon remained silent, and Julian smiled lightly, not annoyed, but he stood up, jumped onto the stage, snatched the knight's sword, and kicked the valiant knight into the audience.

The thunderous applause then fell silent, and everyone raised their heads and looked solemnly at Julian on the stage.

"Where is this?" asked Julian.

"Once the court of the Count of Noamont, this is now just your footpad. Everyone said in unison.

"Who am I?"

"The castration of the lion, Julian McCarvey. ”

Its majesty was as deafening as a stormy wave, making the wife of the Count of Noamon and his children tremble and turn pale.

"Listen, everybody. Julian closed his eyes and listened, and the crowd followed him with his ears open.

Outside the house, the heavy raindrops hit the white stone of the eaves, the glass bed, dripping on the green grass, the wind blew the branches swaying, the leaves rustled, and suddenly a thunder pierced the sky, and everyone was so frightened that their hearts trembled.

Everyone looked at Julian with doubts, and Julian smiled and didn't answer, but said lightly: "Keep listening." ”

Everyone closed their eyes again and listened, the wind and rain were blowing, the leaves and flowers were scattered, the lightning and thunder were thundering, tearing the sky and shaking the clouds.

"Keep listening. ”

After a while, suddenly there was a loud bang at the door, and the door was pushed open, and everyone looked towards the gate.

There were several figures at the gate, shrouded in darkness and thunderstorms, covering their identities with a layer of foggy and hazy mystery.

"It's really cold outside, if you don't like it, please come in. Julian invited.

The strangers, who had arrived suddenly on a thunderstorm night, walked through the gate and soaked the red carpet with drops of water that shook off their bodies along the way, and the crowd avoided them, and they were stunned because the scene before them was unimaginable, and the Countess of Noamon almost fainted.

Baron Dontyne and his subordinate Knight Adam escorted Count Noamon to Julian, kneeling down and saying, "Son of the Morning, Star of Tomorrow, may your laurels shine forever, and may your authority never fade. ”

Julian smiled, and he set his eyes on the Count of Noamun, the once majestic Lion of Castellmei, who was now unkempt and withered, like an old man on the verge of death, with his eyes glazed and his heart as dead as ashes.

"Betrayal, this is unimaginable betrayal, it is an act that must not be forgiven and forgiven. "The Countess of Noammon, with her every, piercing, hysterical screams, tried to rush forward to save her husband and tear apart the betrayer, but on the way she threw the knights to the ground, and she struggled hysterically and desperately, but to no avail.

Julian put his sword on Don Teun's left shoulder and said, "I forgive." ”