From then on, the grief-stricken villagers retreated to the village and came to Bruze's residence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Please, please come out of your father!" the villagers wept and pleaded as they knelt before their mockers. "He is the only one who can subdue the beast sword now!"

"But my father is forging a sword, and now it's the last link, and even if I beg for it, I will only be kicked out. Bruzer grimaced.

"No matter how good a sword is, no human life matters!"

"Yes, it has already killed so many people, and if it continues like this, by the time the leader comes out, there will be no living people in the village. The bereaved villagers shouted, "Otherwise, you tell us where he is, and we will find it ourselves." ”

"It's ......," Brussel closed his eyes, his expression constantly changing, "okay." Finally, he agreed.

Outside the chief's house, the villagers waited anxiously.

In the leader's mansion, in the sword-forging room, a tall and burly old man is hammering a sword glowing with blue light, each hammer is attached to the power of sword skills, unlike Lexen, his sword skills are smooth and natural, without a trace of difficulty.

"Didn't I say don't come and bother me until this sword is finished?"

"There was a serial murderer in the village, and the villagers called him, Beast Sword. Bruser said respectfully.

"Beast sword?" The hammer stopped, and the old man slowly turned his head, staring closely at the eldest son in the wheelchair.

"Could it be that he got out of here?" asked Brussel worriedly.

"No way. The old man shook his head, "I am the only one who can release him." He paused, "But you're the only one he's willing to get close to, and you should know about his situation." ”

"Every time I visit him, I ask for your permission, and you, lately, have been forging swords. Bruzer's head bowed.

"You are my son, the man who inherits everything from me, don't always be so submissive. The old man glanced at him.

"Yes, father. Bruzer's voice deepened, and he looked up cautiously, "What would you do if the murderer was really him?"

"I'll kill him with my own hands. The old man's tone was light, as if what he wanted to do was a trivial matter.

"But he's my twin brother. Brussel jerked his head up.

"He's a sword, a sword that only you can wield, and when the sword gets out of control, that's when it should be broken. The old man looked down on his son indifferently.

"Yes...... Yes, Father. Brussel bowed his head again deferentially, but his eyes flickered.

"You wait for me outside, the sword will be made in no time, and after that, follow me to your brother, the murderer, not necessarily him. With that, the old man continued his work.

With a respectful salute, Bruzer exited the room, and when he closed the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, and every time he faced his father, he was too nervous to restrain himself.

"I still can't get over that fear. He smiled self-deprecatingly.

As he waited, his mind sank into the past.

He has not felt the so-called father's love for as long as he can remember, and before the age of six, his father only said three words to him who could not walk, "Pick it up." Naturally, this child, who was born extremely weak, was unable to pick up the sword on the ground according to his father's instructions.

To his younger brother, his father said more, just more, the younger brother had a talent for swordsmanship far beyond ordinary people, but he could not learn anything except the sword, until he was six years old, he behaved like a beast, and he mastered a word - brother.

Bruzer wondered why a father never smiled at his children, why a father looked at his two children with such indifference and disappointment, until one day he heard the servants gossiping.

At this time, he realized how unforgettable his father's love for his mother was.

My father met his mother with similar strength on the way to the Far East, a proud young man, and a girl who refused to admit defeat.

Later, while studying each other's swordsmanship, the two gradually became attracted to each other themselves, and they formed an enviable pair and returned to the village.

At that time, the people in the village often saw them quarreling, but the two who had made an awkward fuss, with a smile on their faces, everyone knew that they were extremely happy.

Soon after, he conquered all the elders in the village with his swordsmanship, and the man became the leader of the village's swordsmanship.

Everyone thought that such happiness would last, and the wife soon became pregnant, and the husband at that time was obedient to his wife, no matter what he did, his face was full of joy.

But this joy did not last long, and on the day the twins were born, the wife lost her life.

The proud man cried all night with his newborn child in his arms, and the next day, the eyes of the villagers who saw him widened in surprise, they never knew that so many gray hairs and wrinkles could appear on the face of such a young man in one night.

Wherever the man goes, he carries two children on his back, and in his words, these two children are the continuation of his wife's life.

But tragedy always goes hand in hand.

One day, he found that the eldest son's legs never moved, and his hands did not have the strength that his peers should have, but fortunately, the younger son was much stronger than his peers in these two points.

But a few years later, he despaired, and while the eldest son was already able to read and write, the younger son was like a beast, unable to learn anything but swordsmanship.

"Why are there two pieces of waste who inherited your life!" Bruser often heard sobs coming from his father's room.

After that, the father seemed to have given up on the two of them, ignoring them, but his eyes, in addition to the indifference and disappointment of the past, were more disgust and hatred.

Even so, in Brussel's memory, it was the happiest time for the two.

Everything changes in the middle of an ordinary training day.

Curious about swordsmanship, Bruzer took his younger brother to the place where his father trained the villagers, and the mischievous younger brother sat obediently under the control of his elder brother and watched the training of the villagers with his elder brother, while his father ignored the two children and continued to stare at the center of the training ground.

I don't know how long I watched, but Bruzer suddenly interjected, "It would be nice if you went down a little bit more when you drew your sword." ”

The villagers wanted to tease the child, but the father suddenly repeated this sentence, and the villagers had no choice but to do it. They didn't notice that there was a strange color in the leader's eyes, but at this time, he was only surprised.