"Did he sleep?" asked Ilona softly.

Carl shook his head and looked into the room behind him.

Ilona frowned, reached for the doorknob, and hesitated to let go, struggling back and forth several times before finally making up her mind and gently pushing Mick's door open.

Mick was holding a large wine bottle, sitting on the balcony on the fence, staring alone into the moonlight, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ilona walked silently to him, and in the moonlight, the two of them stood and sat complement each other, like a pair of beautiful people.

"Don't you want to cry?" Ilona asked faintly.

Mick was stunned for a moment and asked rhetorically, "Why are you crying?"

"You just ...... Well...... Somewhat humiliating. Ilona carefully adjusted her tone, trying not to stab Mick's pride.

"Shame?" Mick laughed, "It's not just a shame, I've done my best in front of the powerful nobles of the entire province of Feldland." ”

"Aren't you sad?"

"Of course it's sad. Mick took a long sip of the spirits.

The big wine bottle had bottomed out, and he shook the empty wine bottle, threw it into the woods, and then took a brand new bottle of wine in his hand, and said casually: "But what's the use of being sad? Life has been so unkind to me, should I let my emotions go and let those idiots see jokes?"

Ilona's delicate fingers pressed lightly on the bottle, stared at Mick and said, "You know what, although you are very greedy and ...... Lustful, yet incompetent...... But I've always felt that you're actually kind, sensitive, and vulnerable. And when I saw you this time, I felt that you were different, and I couldn't say what the difference was, as if I had suddenly grown up. ”

"Thank you. ”

Mick looked at Ilona unexpectedly, her long eyelashes fluttering and trembling beautifully, but it reminded him of another person, the woman who chose to wander alone.

Is she okay now? If she were here tonight, would she smash the entire Wild Strawberry Farm with her magic and then scold herself for being incompetent?

Ilona saw Mick lost in thought, thinking that he was sad about tonight's events, and reassured, "Isn't it tiring to take care of everything alone? I've known you for ten years, but I've never really understood your past." Tonight, I'd like to share your story, and maybe you'll feel better when you're done. ”

Mick came back to his senses and smiled dumbly: "There is only moonlight and wine tonight, no story......"

Ilona didn't speak, just stubbornly looked at Mick, who desperately avoided her eyes, but always felt an inexplicable pinprick feeling following him, making him nowhere to hide.

"Okay, okay...... Damn, why am I the only one who has a black history? Why do I have to say it? Do I owe it to you?"

Ilona turned her anger into joy and said, "You owe me, who let you sell me back then?"

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong, can't I?" said Mick, begging for mercy.

"No, say it quickly, tell me all about your past, and don't keep anything about it"

Mick swore and said, "The Beckman family...... One of the oldest families in the Ottoman Empire, a super family that once awakened more than thirty golden bloodlines, and one of the six major families of the empire. ”

As he spoke, Mick suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "My father Michelle was born in this family, and he awakened the golden battle bloodline at the age of thirteen The Thunder God of War is the most outstanding representative of the generation of the Beckman family, known as the light of hope of the family.

Originally, he was supposed to be one of the most powerful few people in this empire, and if he was lucky, it was not impossible to inherit the title of Grand Duke in the future and become the head of the family. However, he fell in love with a commoner girl of ordinary blood, my mother. This is an absolute taboo in aristocratic circles where blood is supreme, especially as the heir to a great nobleman like Beckman.

That idiot resolutely gave up his rights and future for the sake of my mother, and took her incognito to the Tlal Plateau in Papa, on the border of the Empire, to serve as a squadron leader in the border guards of Snow Blue Castle.

The next year I was born. Not to brag, I had a good talent at that time, and at the age of only eight I awakened the silver magic bloodline of up to the seventh order, the Light of Dawn.

This caused quite a stir in the Beckman family, which was known for its abundance of warriors. After all, mages are the most noble and powerful class on this interface, and they are synonymous with destruction and wealth, far from being comparable to one or two peak warriors.

Later, the Beckman family put aside their pride and prejudice, and sent someone to find Michelle, saying that as long as I can determine my blood talent, I can give him the opportunity to return to the Beckman family, and no longer oppose his marriage to my mother.

Michelle happily agreed. But just before the envoy of the Beckman family set off from the imperial capital, there happened to be a mysterious team that came to Snow Blue Castle, although they were not many in number, but they were very well-equipped, and each member exuded a strong aura of killing and decisiveness, which was many times stronger than the border guards.

They are all old acquaintances of Michelle in the imperial capital, although everyone has taken off the insignia on their bodies, but habits cannot deceive people, some of them will pray in the morning and evening, and some will recite the precepts of His Majesty the Emperor, so I think they may be high-ranking warriors of the church and the empire.

They had come to Federland on a special secret mission. Now that I think about it, that task should have been very important.

You know, the winters in the Patelar Plateau are terrifying, the cold and snow make it almost synonymous with the cemetery, and even a mighty beast like the snow wolf has to choose to migrate seasonally.

But after the team knew all the dangers, they decided to rely on their own strength and venture into the forbidden area of death.

And Michelle's idiot agreed without even thinking about it, and he also took me with me, who was eight years old, and I was responsible for accompanying the only female member of the team, an equally mysterious little girl.

However, we were unlucky, and we had just been on a three-day trek through the snowfields before we were hit by a catastrophic snowstorm. The whole team was blown to pieces in the dark night.

In the confusion, I pulled the girl into a tree hole, but a huge blizzard uprooted the dead tree and slid it far down the snowstream.

When we crawled out of the tree hole the next day, we found that the sudden snowstorm had changed all the features, and all that was in front of us was a white snowfield, and the rest of the team was nowhere to be found.

Fortunately, I was born in the Snow Blue Castle, and Michelle often took me into the mountains to hunt, and I could barely tell the direction from the position of the sun, so I took the dumb girl on the trek to the Snow Blue Castle.

We didn't eat for a day and a night, we were hungry and cold, tired and sleepy. And the girl was pampered, and after a night of cold wind, she was already weak, and she fell ill after walking less than three miles.

I took off my snow sheepskin coat and wrapped her, then made an improvised sleigh out of pine and hemp rope and dragged her on. After walking twenty miles, my physical strength was at its limit, and every step I took would make my eyes glow. But I can't stop, because if I stop, she and I will both die.

Later, I was in a trance, and I walked in one direction day and night, and I don't know how long I walked, and finally found a team of people on the snowfield, who happened to be looking for us.

I was on the verge of collapse by then, but the girl still had some strength. Before the horde arrived, she quietly stuffed me with a necklace with a strange shape, and told me to remember to go to the holy city of Maltis to find her later......"

"Isn't that girl pretty?" asked Ilona.

"How do you know?"

"Hmph, if she wasn't beautiful, you'd probably have left her behind, so why would you keep carrying this burden?"

Mick's face froze, and he immediately snorted and changed the subject: "That girl seems to be a big shot, and because she was sick, the mysterious team finally had to give up their mission."

Before leaving, they invited Michelle to return to the imperial capital with them to do a great thing, and promised to give my mother a title of nobility when it was done.

How precious are titles of nobility? I knew on my toes that it would never be a good thing. But Michelle's idiot actually agreed again.

They were in such a hurry that Michelle didn't even have time to go home to say goodbye to my mother. He only said that he would come back before the summer, and by that time, he would be able to take us back to the imperial capital with us.

Since I was a child, I have heard Michelle brag nonsense, saying that the women of the imperial capital have big breasts and very white skin...... Belch...... The sky is blue, and the ground is wide...... In short, I have long been fascinated by the imperial capital, and I have been excited for a long time when I know that I can go to the imperial capital.

However, when I came back from the snowfield, I fell ill, had a splitting headache, was weak, and often spent the whole day in a state of groginess, and all the doctors could not find the cause.

It's always common for children to get sick, and my mother and I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it would be fine after a while. After three months like this, someone finally came to the imperial capital, not Michelle, but two royal attendants.

The two guys were holding a fine sandalwood urn and stack of papers, and they spoke politely, but the tone of voice always made me feel uncomfortable.

That's right, they are pensioners, bringing the bad news of Michelle's martyrdom and the reward from His Majesty the new emperor.

A hereditary viscount bounty, an admission to the Imperial War College, and a pension of one thousand universal gold coins. In this way, I have earned the title of viscount for nothing, and Norristown, a wasteland deep in the Patrar Plateau, near the border of the Empire.

Then came the Beckman family, a pale-skinned man with a faint blue glimmer in his eyes, and he just looked at me, and it made me feel like I was being seen inside and out. Then he told me that my blood was broken! That was the first time I had heard the familiar word.

It turned out that I wasn't sick at all, but my blood was broken......

After determining that I could no longer be a magician, the man violently pushed open the door of my house and pulled my mother into the study.

When the mother saw the man, her face welled up with irrepressible horror, like a frightened lamb, powerless in front of the wolf.

The door of the study slammed shut, and there was a small sound from inside, as if the mother was pleading for something, followed by a rattle of ping-pong, the mother's screams of pain, and the heavy gasps of the man.

I was terrified and banged on the door in a frenzy, trying to save my mother like a man.

But I was only eight years old at the time, and a heavy wooden gate could do nothing but cry in vain.

I don't know how long it took, but a man's low roar came from inside the study, and then the door to the study finally opened.

I rushed into the study, only to see my disheveled mother, motionless, tied around her neck with a thick hemp rope and hanging from the beam. Her eyes bulged, her tongue stretched out, her face was stained with tears, her snow-white skin was covered with shocking bruises, and a stream of white liquid slowly dripped from between her legs.

I was so frightened that I rushed to my mother and tried frantically to put her down. The man stood aside, slowly arranging his outfit, a cruel smile on his lips.

Realizing that my mother had left me, I desperately picked up the saber in the study and slashed at the man, but he slapped him to the ground, and I got up and continued to cut him, and he hit him again until I could no longer stand up. Speaking of which, how similar is that scene to what happened in Wild Strawberry Manor tonight?

From that day on, I went to Norristown and lived a carefree life...... Until you met Carl and you in the Great Famine, you know what happened next. How's this story still exciting?"

Mick finished his story in fits and starts, faint tears rolling back and forth in his eyes, and three more empty bottles beside him.

Ilona stared blankly at Mick, in that twisty story, she wanted to joke with him at first, but when she heard what happened to Mick's parents, especially when she saw Mick trembling in pain while calmly recounting his mother's death, she really realized Mick's wordless pain and deep helplessness.

"I didn't expect Father to arrange such a tortuous fate for you...... It's a pity that I pass by happiness every time......" Ilona sighed.

"Yes, it's not a coincidence......" Mick replied to Ilona, but he seemed to think of something and was stunned.

After a while, he muttered, "No, it's not unfortunate, it's too coincidental, it's all too coincidental, there's definitely something wrong!"

"What did you say?"

Mick jumped off the fence and said excitedly: "I mean, there are a lot of things that don't make sense! For example, my bloodline, although it can be regarded as a high-level, but just this little benefit, how can the arrogant Beckman family bow to the unspoken rules of the aristocratic circle?"

And the mysterious team, why did they come at such a coincidental time, and if they came to carry out such an important mission, how could they not find a guide in advance and need Michelle's help?

And that little girl! Why would a secret team with an important mission take a little girl who didn't know anything, and why would they give up such an important task for her?

Also, shortly after Michelle went to the imperial capital, the emperor of the empire changed, and he never returned!

The most coincidental thing is, why did my bloodline collapse as soon as I came back from the snowfield?!"

One by one, the suspicions came out of Mick's mouth, and he was shocked. In the past, he had never found that there were so many suspicions in the whole thing, but these suspicions seemed so glaring in front of his new personality.