"We used to do some hostage ransom missions, kidnappers kidnapping the daughters of rich families from towns and running to villages in the far suburbs to demand large ransoms. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Every time the mayor asks us to do this task, he tells us a thousand times, don't mess around. Leon's tone of promise was always so gentle, and he was sure, yes, he was always able to gain the trust of others. In fact, however, he told the robbers each time that he had no intention of paying, and then smashed their leader's head with a hammer. He is also the one who hates making a fuss about the weak the most. Of course, the kidnapped girl will not know anything, he will only see Rayon's gentle smile and promise to go home. In fact, what is the difference between these lords in the kingdom and those scum kidnappers? Later, the lords who gritted their teeth at him called him a nameless knight, according to their meaning, Leon was just a nameless person, and the knight was just an empty name that people laughed at. Fatis smiled contemptuously and took a sip of wine to moisten his throat.

Once again, however, reality has declared the futility of Rayon's efforts. King Haraus, the hero who once defended the empire, and now the old and dying king, has never been able to regain his former prowess. He is no longer like when he faced the invasion of the Nords, leading his knights to stop the invaders in the Jeerberg Mountains again and again, nor is he like when he faced the provocation of Vecchia, he immediately decided to establish the magnificent city of Dehrim in the center of the continent. He now only wants to shrink his defenses and keep his Parabun, and then he has repeatedly exiled his lords, exiles those who have fought faithfully for him but have lost their beloved homeland under the leadership of the wrong man. In the end, Harengoth himself was doomed. Lord Gruenward, who was rescued from Fort Agorlon, called Rhion to say goodbye before leaving. Knowing that he had fled from the kingdom of Swadia overnight (in fact, it could be said to be a town), as King Harauth had decreed, he took only a handful of Azgod of sand under the watchful eye of Harauth's own soldiers, and then mounted his horse and walked slowly, little by little, on his way as he disappeared. Instead of weeping, Leon turned away, knowing from that day that he would have to wait for a long time, and that hope was not there.

As expected, within a few weeks, Paravon finally fell, again at the hands of Swadia's own ancient compatriots, the Rhodoks. After decades of independence, Rhodok finally truly re-entered the plains that gave birth to this ancient civilization, and some of the old people even made a pilgrimage to Parabun on foot, feeling that they had finally returned to their mother's arms.

It is said that on the day of the fall of the city, King Harauth fled from Paraven overnight, and the only two remaining lords of the kingdom of Swadia, Count Reis and Count Lafazi, risked their lives to escort him to Tyrburg, the last castle in Svadia, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before it fell.

"At that time, Leon told us that hope is coming from today. Fatis still seemed to have the flame of that day in his eyes.

"Finally, Paravon fell. That day in the tavern of Paraven he exchanged a whole box of money for all the books of a book merchant, and I remember the haughty book merchant's eyes glaring bigger than rats that day. Then he led us away to Kderk, a small village near Lana, where the poverty was unbearable. He took up residence there on the condition that he help train the peasants to deal with the robbers who plundered them, and then he would spend the rest of his time reading the books he bought. No one knows what kind of future awaits him, and he himself does not know. Fatis looked at Feljans and said kindly, "Child, you will later understand that all wisdom in life is concentrated in these two words, waiting and hope. ”

Feljans nodded incomprehensibly.

There's still a long story to follow, but I have to go back to the manor to do something, and I can't finish it today. Would you like to come with me to the manor? Not far from here, in Elindaha. What's more," Fatis smirked slyly, "there are more storytellers out there than I am." ”

Feljans laughed, "Is it Uncle James Smith?"

Fatis stopped talking, took Ferjans' hand and walked out. It was dark outside, and it was late at night, and the streets were deserted. Fatis turned on his horse, and the snow-white steed flashed. Feuyers mounted his touring horse and struggled to follow him. They rushed out of the city and galloped under the vast and low night sky, the murmuring river reflected the shining starlight, like a large band of light The Milky Way seemed to flow in the sky, witnessing and dissolving how many past events, those vague hopes, those who died for unknown reasons, those hurried years, all flowing into the unknown distance. In the midst of this hazy sentimentality, they came to Elindaha, and it was dawn on the horizon.

Elindaha was still calm, and Fatis took hold of his steed, walked slowly down the rugged country road, looked back at the panting Ferjans, and laughed roughly: "Your horse is too slow, but your riding skills are really bad, far worse than I used to be." ”

Fairyans's delicate face turned crimson with shame: "This horse was brought into the mountain by his mother back then, and now it is very old, and it can't run now." I usually ride it slowly. ”

"Well, I understand, you can ride my horse in the future, and this old traveling horse will be handed over to me, and I will help it care for the elderly. With an appreciative look, Fatis handed the reins over, and Feljans bowed in thanks.

At Fatis's estate, the sun began to shine on the neat and fertile land, the cabbage shone with a sparkling green sheen, the dew on the wheat stalks fell slowly, and the hut at the edge of the field was covered with large chunks of air-dried meat, showing the grandeur of the owner. The large field next to the wheat field was fenced off for chickens and pigs, and the sound of chirping was a very interesting thing, but in short, it was a rich and full of life, and Feljans wondered how Fatis could be so good at running it.

After a while, Fellyans was suddenly turned from behind, and all he saw was a pair of wide-open eyes and a bright bare head.

"It's too similar!" the bald head shouted excitedly, "it's just not so heroic, it's too showy haha." ”

Fellians, bewildered by the funny and strange greeting, repeated in a daze, "Like what?"

At this time, I saw a rough and thick palm slapping the bare head, and then there was a bright red slap print on it.

Can you take care of your own mouth?" saw Fatis blush, and appeared behind the bald head.

The bald head touched his injured head before realizing that he had said the wrong thing. Then he looked at Fairyans, smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Hello young poet, I'm James." ”

Fairyans was a little puzzled, looked at the bald head in front of him, and asked, "My mother said that Uncle James still has a ring of hair on his head. As he spoke, he gestured his finger around his bushy, pretty blonde hair.

James's face suddenly became embarrassed, he smiled awkwardly, and then whispered, "Then I figured it out, it's better to have a bald head than to cling to that little hair." When they said this, all three burst into laughter.

Fatis warmly welcomed Ferjans into the house, and James greeted him with his experiences along the way, serving cheese jerky and wine. The poet also played the lute, and the sound of the piano echoed in the small hall, which was very interesting. James introduced him to these masterpieces, and finally solved Fairyans's doubts. It turned out that the entire estate was designed by James. According to the season, he divided the planting area, and added some improved varieties cultivated by himself, doubling the yield. In addition, he also has some experience in the design of the house, which is well-lit and not overexposed, and the whole village can be seen from the rooftop. James also placed what he called a telescope on the roof, and Ferjans used it according to his maneuver to clearly see the gates of Suno's in the distance.

"It's amazing! Uncle James you are a genius!" Feuyers was fascinated by the magical gadget, and his admiration for James was palpable.

James smiled and nodded. Then he took Fairyans and ran downstairs to a small room, which was full of bottles and cans and all kinds of drawings, and he rummaged for a long time, and finally found a book that was ancient and rough in nature.

This mechanical principle, which was given to me by Leon back then, can help you get started. I'll give it to you, there's nothing to flip through. James patted the ashes off the book and handed it to Fairyans, who took it with both hands and bowed in thanks. Outside the door came Fatis's roar: "Don't let him get contaminated with your strange things, they are still so young and have so much hair!" Feljans smiled and went out the door, James following behind him, looking like he was going to do something with Fatis. Feljans thought that this old enemy was a perfect match, the lord of the manor and the engineer, the glory of the former warrior had been placed in their hearts, and he suddenly wondered how they could live so calmly. He suddenly felt that the energy of that past might not be as simple as he had thought, as simple as a good man without a name, and he planned to live in the manor for a few days, listen to the old man slowly, and finish telling this legend that is not far away.

At that moment, there was a heavy knock on the door of the hall