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March 16, 1258

The talent from Yarogrk just arrived last week, and today the Saiga people are here again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info wait again, wait for a while. Svadia already seemed to be preparing for an offensive against Rana again. I knew that time was coming. In fact, Kedek is a good place, maybe you can live in the grassland in the future, herding sheep and horses, and Tita will like this kind of life too.

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April 25, 1258

Harlaus's people finally came, much shabby than they had imagined. The road ahead may be more difficult, but it will not be fundamentally different from what it is now. Svadia has finally taken Lana down, and there is a lot to do. May 20, 1258

Fort Ahuon has also been taken down, what should we do next, and lay down the whole Kugit steppe as a new land? I'm afraid not, the Kugit have been living here for many years, and there is no way to convince them in a short time, and besides, the ringing horses here are also a factor of instability. Let's find a way to get back the land in the middle of the continent first, there is no way for the Nords to continue to be powerful in the land of the Karads. Reys still doesn't have a fiefdom, and although these battles have been successful because of his careful deployment, he doesn't care about this, but Harlaus's expression still worries me when the people around him complain about him. What the hell was Haraus thinking? His bravery is no different from the legends I have heard, yet his mind never seems to be able to guess.

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June 1, 1258

The Kugit army was coming, and it seemed that they valued Rana very much, preferring to lose a treacherous fortress like Azugan Fort in exchange for peace with Salander. Rana should not be able to take it back, it is better to lead the army to raid Paravon of the Rhodoks overnight, and then to Fort Dvalin, if these two cities can be recaptured, many Swadias will return. I'll go talk to Reyce early tomorrow morning.

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June 3, 1258

Reys was banished. Unprovoked violence and suspicion. I've had enough.

Feljans found out that there was no more content of the diary after discovering this page, and jumped directly to the last signature. The tearing marks suggest that it is man-made, and Fairyance seems to have his own judgment on the matter. He had only one question left, so he turned to Macchiko, who looked at him without saying a word, his eyes mysterious and deep.

"How did you get the book?"

Macchico stared at him, just keeping muttering, "Like, too similar." Feljans was even more puzzled, and was about to ask. Only the hoarse, gruff voice of Machiko could be heard, which shook the air once more.

"You haven't seen your father, have you?"

Feuerjans only felt that he had experienced too many moments like this today, that he was too tired to even hold his mind tight, and could only allow such simple words to be transformed into some kind of unthinking fact.

"I've seen your father. Marchko's face danced with a bright red glow. Years later, when Macko was confronted with the indifferent soldiers surrounding him and his mutilated body, he remembered that deep, quiet evening with only the gentle beating of the fire, and the young poet opposite him had a look of surprise and curiosity on his face, while the reckless young man next to him looked puzzled and dazed. At that moment, when he saw the young and immature face of Feljans, he was struck by some kind of premonition, just as he was when he was young, and when he met Leonxiro and Ellene, he was also struck by some kind of premonition, which was not good or bad, but was intimately connected with his own life.

When Macko was born, his parents were gone. Everywhere there were babies left behind, and most of them would die tragically, and Machiko was one of the lucky few. He grew up in Ilindaha with the help of the kind villagers. In his childhood, he remembered many familiar and changing faces, and along with these amiable faces were warm fresh bread and mellow milk, which, though not much, was enough for his little man to grow up. He picked up stones in the ridges of the fields to scare away the crows that pecked at them, followed the pedestrians and silently picked up the fruits that fell on the ground, and hid under the ugly eaves to hide from the increasingly dense raindrops.

As he grew older, he grew taller, thin but strong enough, and calluses began to grow on his palms. The flames of war between the kings began to burn and intensified.

The war breeds bandits, and the rich Elindaha is often harassed by them, and Machiko looks at their filthy black hoods, abominable countenances, and horrible behavior, and is silent and silent, only working harder for the villagers. It wasn't until a sultry and restless noon that a group of robbers from the green forest came to the village in a grand manner, and after taking away the so-called tribute, they glanced at the crowd a few more times, and the robber who was the leader suddenly smiled and pointed to a very cute boy of about six years old in the crowd. So his minions dragged the weeping child out of the crowd, ignoring the parents of the boy who were begging for him. They tied the child tightly to the tree, and the child was strangled and wept hoarsely, and his body was still trembling. The robber leader took an apple from the pile of tribute and placed it on top of the boy's head. Then he took a few dozen steps back, drew his bow and arrows, and squinted his eyes to aim. With an astonishing scream, the arrow pierced deep into the boy's red face, and the boy cried even harder, calling out to his father and mother, but the voice was hindered by pain and fear, and trembled and sporadically. His father, like an angry bull, roared and waved his arms at the laughing bandit leader, knowing that he had been thrown to the ground by three or four minions, and that his life had been ended by an axe, and his face still burned with anger and extreme sadness. The mother rushed to the whole hope of her life tied to the tree, and the robber leader smiled and pulled out his arrow again, but this time his arrow did not shoot because his head was hit by a stone, and in an instant a large bruise appeared in an instant. He finally retracted his smile and asked sullenly who had done it.

Macko just silently walked out of the crowd, all that came to mind was the images of him alone and the usual smiles of the family, and before he knew it, he overlapped the two images together, and only felt vaguely happy. He didn't seem to realize what he was doing, he stepped out of the crowd, as if he had come to his senses, and stared at the angry bandit leader with teeth and claws, his eyes were so calm that it was frightening, and the robber leader seemed to be even more angry, and he called all his men over, ready to cut the man in front of him who was not afraid of him at all into meat sauce.

However, before he could make a sound, and only opened his mouth slightly, his head had been shot by an arrow, and blood splattered out at once, and his body was pierced by a huge cavalry spear in the moment before he could fall. Before Macko could react to what was happening, he just subconsciously looked in the direction where the arrow was fired, and a wide banner fluttered in the blazing bright sunlight, and the patterns of the three swords were vividly reflected on it, shining brightly.

When the bandits had been swept away (which Macchiko remembered was a word used by Bestur), Macchico hadn't even fully reacted to what had happened, and he still had thoughts of his death in his heart, until Leon took off his helmet and stood in front of him, his voice soft and kind.

"Are you alright?"

Macchico clearly remembered that it was at that time that he had been struck by some kind of premonition. After that, he followed Leon and survived by fighting, as if he also recognized his fate. He is still so taciturn, he is not cordial with his comrades around him, but they all respect him, because every time he goes to battle, he is the one who rushes to the front, and every time he retreats, he is the last one, which makes people feel that he does not pity his life at all. No one knew that he had already recognized his premonitions and destiny in his heart, and he boiled it all down to his belief in Leon, and with his keen instincts cultivated through his long solitude and patience, he realized that Leon was about to do something that would change the continent, and he believed that Leon could do it.

In fact, he had not the slightest doubt about what Rayon had done, neither Rayon's extraordinary enthusiasm for the kingdom of Svadia (which he had felt) nor his sudden allegiance to Lady Asona afterwards, until that oppressive and dreary night many years later.

He was one of the first knights to be knighted when he was granted a fief in and around Dehrem, which was a surprising event at the time, because in the tradition of the Kallad Empire, no one had been able to canonize so many commoners as knights and give them lands at once, and many nobles scoffed at it. In Macchico's impression, Queen Asona went to Reon's fiefdom in person to show her support and praised him with a smile, although Macchico's instincts were not sincere. Since then, Macko has been serving in the knights of Ellene, and in the war against Kugit he was also incorporated into the special army of Bestur, where he developed the skills of mounted archery, although these things did not mean anything to him, he wanted to see through Reon's idea and realize it, but when he found out that after the unification of the continent, Reon became even more sad, he suddenly abandoned all meaning, and he was lost. It wasn't until that oppressive and dreary night that Alleyne found him.

"I can take you to your father, I know where he is. "But I can't tell you more about it right now, because I actually have a lot of doubts." ”

"Well, I'll listen to you. Feljans replied with the same firmness, "I hope you do what you say." ”

"Fairyans, can I go with me?" Baska seemed to realize that this was not just a joke, although it was only a matter of fun, he had come to regard Fairyans as a very good friend, and this was the characteristic of youth. Feljans smiled and nodded, and Baska hugged him excitedly.

"That's great, that's great. ”

Machiko pondered calmly, feeling very tired, and he looked out the window, where it was pitch black, only the occasional sound of the wind, like deep breathing in the night. As Alleyne left his desk to rest, he habitually looked out the window, and the streets of Dehrem were quiet, and the distant night stretched infinitely into the distance, and the moonlight was like water, faintly reflected on the dark earth, and his bright banner hung lonely on the side of the city gate, slightly illuminated by a soft light.

It was rare for him in twenty years to sit down again and look at this quiet scene, thinking that he might not see such a peaceful street scene in the near future. The attack on Salander must have been in the past few days, he muttered to himself, but his expression looked like he was talking to someone. There was silence around him, he rarely felt lonely so vividly, he was a strong man at heart, usually trying to suppress his emotions, but sometimes he still longed for a certain feeling, such as this lonely and silent moment now. He remembered the night many years ago, when he and Leonshro captured the Riwa Chaze, the stars were shining in the sky, and the smell of blood had not yet dissipated in the air. He only felt a little out of place, and he laughed nervously, and then he threw the moonblade axe in his hand, and lay tired on the cold stone wall, looking at the glorious night sky, listening to the footsteps of the soldiers around him who carried the corpses and cleaned the battlefield, and couldn't stop laughing heartily and happily. He didn't find his father, nor his stepmother, who seemed to have inadvertently forgotten and kicked him out of the house, but he didn't seem to care about it anymore, he only felt extremely relieved. He saw Leon who was looking intently at the night sky from aside, and only felt that this should still be a young man of the same age as himself, but his eyes were full of tiredness and vicissitudes that could not be carried by the years, but more of a deep longing. He didn't even dare to speak to Leon, for the first time he thought that this young man might not be the first time he had met the kind and gentle young man he had met in a tavern, or maybe Leon was not that young man at all, and his mind seemed to be weighed down by something he didn't know. Leon seemed to suddenly notice something, smiled again and said to Ellen: "From tomorrow onwards, we will no longer have to smell blood under such a beautiful starry sky, how nice it would be." ”

Thinking of this, a sudden sadness welled up in Alleyne's heart, he felt that he had been deceived by something, he tried to recall what happened between himself and Leon afterwards, the tide of memory kept beating the shore of time, these things that he had tried to forget for twenty years, just on the eve of what seemed to be about to succeed, came to his mind layer upon layer.

So he finally remembered the worn-out diary, Jamila's curious and lively look, and the fading sunset that day. The images were not coherent, but rather like a mural that had fallen into many fragments, which he had in fact torn apart with his own hands without realizing it, and which he was now gradually putting back together. It is a pity that he is not a skilled craftsman in terms of memory, and his vague and spliced pictures evoke only feelings and no facts in his heart, he only feels that he has been deceived and then he has deceived others, and a feeling of loss and shame is intertwined and mixed together, setting off waves after waves in his heart.

On the eve of the Queen's conquest arriving at Dehrim City, Ellen had a sad premonition in his life, he did not know the fate of his expedition, but as the messenger's footsteps approached, his premonition became stronger, and the waves of emotions never stopped, perhaps because of this state of mind, those facts finally appeared vaguely: Jamila gave him the diary of Rayon, and he gave Rayon's diary to Queen Asona, and then the letters he wrote to Rayon out of nature and the sad tone in Jamila's parting letters and letters, but he could not remember how Rayon escaped, and the queen convicted Rayon of treason, but never made it public, only ordered the secret arrest of Leon, and since the second the arrest warrant was issued, no one in the world has known the whereabouts of Leon.

Later, when Lady Asona returned the diary to him, there were more sergeants from the queen around his castle. He remembered that when he handed the dilapidated and mutilated diary to Marchko, the young man who had been with him day and night during more than a dozen years of war, and told him the truth about Reonxiro, Machiko's indifferent expression only seemed strange to him. The emotional, taciturn young man felt that he had been completely deceived, and when he agreed to find Rayon, he did not know that he was actually doing it for his own lost faith and the years that had passed.

Unbeknownst to Ellen, what Alleyne had seen was the endless desert and the vast grasslands, where the scenery was the same monotonous and seemingly endless, and the journey seemed to be indistinguishable from the scenery, and he traveled back and forth with countless caravans, and it was only recently that the tension between the two countries had given him a little leisure. He searched for news of Leon in the swaying darkness of the early morning, sorted out the information obtained in the hot air at two o'clock in the afternoon, and recalled Leon's face under the vast night sky. After 18 years of repeated cycles of hope and disappointment, he was finally relieved and pinned his life on the journey that was difficult to return, burying his memories deep in his painful heart. It wasn't until he met Feuernance that the premonition hit him again that he finally made up his mind to face the memories of reality again. Alleyne remembered the arrest of Fatis a few months earlier, and when Fatis arrived in the halls of Paraven, he found that what awaited him was not fine wine, but heavily armed sergeants and cold, damp, dark cells. The queen's gloomy face did not change in the slightest, even though Ellen pleaded hard, but she eventually ordered a moratorium on the execution. Later, when James patted him on the shoulder in the tavern of Paraven as agreed, wearing his still shabby gray but always neat pilgrim suit, how much Alleyne wanted to tell him everything that had happened, but when he saw James's indifferent expression and determined eyes, all his vision came to naught. He looked at James and was speechless, only to hear James's calm, seemingly emotionless words. Alleyne remembered the arrest of Fatis a few months earlier, and when Fatis arrived in the halls of Paraven, he found that what awaited him was not fine wine, but heavily armed sergeants and cold, damp, dark cells. The queen's gloomy face did not change in the slightest, even though Ellen pleaded hard, but she eventually ordered a moratorium on the execution. Later, when James patted him on the shoulder in the tavern of Paraven in his still shabby gray but always neat pilgrim's suit, Alleyne wanted to tell him everything that had happened, but when he saw James's cold look and determined eyes, all his vision came to naught. He looked at James and was speechless, only to hear James's calm, seemingly emotionless words. "Can you save Fatis?"

"It's hard. ”

Silence ensued, and the noise of laughter in the tavern grew louder and louder around them.

"We were comrades-in-arms. ”

"I know. ”