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Fortunately, although the boy was violent, he still ran at the speed of six or seven years old, and he couldn't leave the confines of the building.

Lukka ran out the back door, hunched over and gasping for a long time.

"Whose bear child is this?" he asked, breathlessly.

Mores obviously knew what was going on here: "The little boy just now is Archon Taylor. ”

"Huh?" Lukka couldn't connect the two figures. Was Taylor's hair dark brown? I couldn't tell it at all, everything he saw was white.

"When Lord Taylor was six years old, his father was killed in his study by an assassin hired by pirates. This experience is written in his autobiography. Mores said.

"What about the Assassins, did they catch them later?" asked Luca.

"He ran away at the time. Much later, thirty-nine years later, to be exact, Lord Taylor hired my father to take command of a warship of the Golden Deer convoy and to take out a gang of pirates. It was later confirmed that one of the pirates' corpses was the Assassin. At that time, the guy was already an old man. Mores seemed to be stuck in memory.

"That's right, but this Taylor is really hot-tempered, I can't imagine that memory can also have offensive power. Luca said as he looked at the wounds on Mores's face and the shirt on his body that had been cut by claws.

"Memories are harmless, what can cause harm is materialized emotions!" Shut up and explain aloud, but probably no one really understands.

Entity...... What the hell?" Daniel seemed a little interested in the theory of shutting up.

"That's it...... Anyway, you don't understand, let's go, I don't know how far the road is!" It glanced at Daniel, and no longer bothered to popularize science, but urged, "Do you know that if you are grinding here, your body outside will be starved to death?"

"Really?" said Nora, and ran forward.

Along the way, Luca and the others meet all sorts of Taylors. One of them even dyed his hair a striking green and played all night under a girl's window with a lute in his arms. In return, he was rewarded with a basin of cold water poured head-on, fortunately, at least not boiling.

Luka and the others didn't have much trouble, and then these Taylors, who were of all ages, were still relatively peaceful, and there were no more attacks like the little boys, so the speed of the road was quite fast.

It was only when he passed a rather luxurious manor house that Mores suddenly stopped.

The estate is surrounded by turquoise lawns, and you don't need to go inside to get around. But Mores rubbed into one of the windows on the right wing of the manor and peeked sneakily inside.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was sitting at his desk, looking intently at half of the "Intermediate Trade Practice" in his hand.

Lukka followed in confusion and asked in a low voice, "What's the problem here?"

Mores shook his head, pointed inside, and said, "That's me." ”

"You looked so disgusting when you were a kid?" said Daniel unceremoniously.

"You read books like this, and you are not short-sighted. Crete was a little indignant.

"Actually, I didn't work so hard. Mores smiled embarrassedly, "At times like this, I usually jump out of the window and run to the farm next door to play, but Lord Taylor doesn't know it. ”

"Well, that's his memory, so you're a good student here. Lukka said with a smile.

However, the young man in the window, Mores, suddenly stood up, looked left and right with cunning eyes for a while, turned over and jumped out of the window, and landed in front of Luca.

Then, as if he had not seen them at all, he ran in the direction of the farm next door.

"Why can't he see us? Ollie asked, surprised.

"He is just a phantom in Taylor's memory, and even Taylor's own image can only see us and affect us when it is attached to strong emotions. Shut up and said.

Daniel's big hand slapped Mores on the back: "Haha, look, your godfather already knew that you ran out to play!"

Mores had a wry smile on his face, and wanted to quickly turn over the embarrassing article that made him angry: "Let's go, the road behind doesn't seem close." ”

Taylor, who met him later, grew older, getting closer and closer to the old man in Luca's impression of being old but in good spirits.

Finally, after the road under his feet had turned a bend in the col, the place that Crete had spoken of appeared in front of him.

It's hardly a building, with a straight cliff blocking the way, and a flat rock with an ornate wooden door in the middle that doesn't match the surroundings.

The wooden door is covered in white lacquer and is carved with delicate curly grass decorations, all of which are painted gold. Luca was no stranger to the door, having walked through it not long ago, as is the standard style of the Union Palace.

The moment he walked through the door, Lukka even thought he had left that space of consciousness.

Golden sunlight poured in through the window, reflecting off the silver teapot on the table, a brightness that kept Luca from opening his eyes. Several chairs are placed on either side of the table, and the high backs are also decorated with gold patterns.

This room is obviously the reception room in the Government Affairs Palace. However, in terms of details, it is still slightly different from the reception room that Luca entered before.

Crete looked at the sun outside the window and said affirmatively, "This is not the day we went. ”

"Yes," Lukka said, nodding, "the sun hasn't darkened at all, and, judging by the angle of the sun, it's already afternoon." ”

Perhaps to soak up the warm sunset, the chair Taylor was sitting on was originally placed next to the table, facing the door. But here, the chair was moved to the window.

"What the hell?" Daniel was impatient, stepped up and turned his chair in a half-circle. You know, this is not a swivel chair, the wooden legs rub against the ground, making a screeching sound.

The chairs were empty.

"Isn't this Taylor's memory?" asked Ollie, looking around, "why isn't he here?"

Before he finished speaking, a slightly pale golden air flow condensed on the chair, gradually revealing Taylor's shape.

"So, where is the 'special catch' you call Sergeant Griffin?" Taylor's Phantom asked with interest.