It's been a long time since I've been here, and I haven't written it for a long time, and I've forgotten what I wrote before, but I saw that there were still people collecting this book for so long, and I was particularly moved in my heart, and I took the time to write a chapter and send it up, and I hope you will support it a lot, and collect it for counting tickets!

Looking at the endless fire, Pound was completely desperate, at this moment he was like a middle-aged woman with a dead husband, kneeling on the ground and crying without any image, snot and tears shamelessly flowed on his fat face, but he didn't know it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one was willing to comfort him, whether it was a mage or a general, and occasionally someone threw a glance at him, all of which were contempt and disgust.

Suddenly, Pound jumped up from the ground with a strange scream, "I can't die, I can't die!

In that moment, it was as if many years had passed, bringing him back from reality to the past, to the town where he lived from birth to childhood.

At that time, he was only the son of a small tailor's shopkeeper, and because of his parents' outstanding skills and considerable income, he lived a carefree life every day, except for writing and drawing the embroidery patterns of the dress. It wasn't until his mother died suddenly that everything in his life slowly changed.

His father was originally an apprentice in this small tailor's shop, but because of his cleverness, diligence, and handsomeness, he was left behind by his master, and finally married his daughter to him, that is, Pound's mother, on his deathbed.

Speaking of his mother, in addition to the hazy mark in Pound's heart, there is also a trace of hatred, the root of this hatred comes from his appearance, his father is a handsome man, even if he is middle-aged, he is still personable, completely inconsistent with his identity as a tailor, and wherever his well-dressed father stands, he will be mistaken for a nobleman, not an ordinary commoner.

In the past, when his mother was alive, his father's eyes never dared to wander outside the window, even if a beautiful lady from the town came to the store to order a dress, he never dared to come forward to talk, it was all his mother who measured the size, he was only responsible for cutting and sewing, if he dared to say a casual word, even if it was just an irrelevant word, the fat woman with a big disc face would drag him to the back hall like a dead dog and beat him badly, and let out a pig-like cry, "You conscienceless 、、、、."

The moment he thought of this, Pound couldn't help but shudder, as if his mother was standing beside him again, pointing at his head with a finger as thick as a mallet, and loudly reprimanding: "Don't learn from your damn old man 、、、、 when you grow up." There is no way to know the source of these brainless reprimands, and if there are any, it can only be before he was born, but every time his mother will be angry and beat him up, which is what he is most afraid of.

But after his mother was gone, this handsome man seemed to be replaced by another person, and every day he had a charming smile on his face, and if he peeked through the window the beautiful lady, even if they were hurrying by in a carriage, he would rush out at lightning speed, and salute the shadow of the carriage in the distance very gentlemanly.

And if he walked through the door, not to mention, he could talk to people for a while in a language that Pound had never heard before, and at last he was reluctant to see them until he could no longer see them.

The number of ladies and ladies who came to the store gradually increased, and the father's smile became even more, and there was something more in his eyes, until a few years later, Pound knew from his memory that there was a restlessness and spring love that had been suppressed for many years.

One afternoon, Pound came back from playing outside, because he was covered with mud, he didn't dare to enter through the front or back door, so he had to step on the wall of the neighbor's house and climb into the attic, when he climbed down the stairs of the attic, but he heard a different kind of sound, on the dark attic stairs, the sound felt terrible, as if a woman was hurting the pain **, but it was full of magic, people couldn't bear to leave.

At that time, Pound had no idea what the sound was all about, but for a boy of seven or eight years old, curiosity always prevailed over fear, and he tried to pick open the trapboard under the stairs, and then squeezed his fat head through the cracks, so that he could see the fabric warehouse under the stairs, and he could know what the sound was all about.

Just at a glance, Pound was stunned, only to see that in the dense candlelight, two white flower figures were entangled, he saw that the man was his father, and the woman didn't know who it was, the voice was squeezed out of the woman's throat, and with the man's sensation, the woman's voice also waved wave after wave.

Pound stared at the scene in front of him blankly, not knowing what to do, he wanted to leave, but found that he couldn't move, maybe he was stunned by this scene, maybe he was afraid of making a noise and being discovered by his father. This strange scene for him, and the sound was really full of magic, and he couldn't bear to leave.

Lying there like this, Pound watched for a quarter of an hour, and this shirtless battle finally ended in the woman's long voice**, when the father raised his head high in a victorious attitude, he no longer dared to delay, sorted everything out with a fast speed, and quietly touched the stairs.

In the next few years, Pound had one more fun, that is, lying in the gap of the trapboard of the attic stairs, watching the shirtless battles, there was always only one man, his father who was dressed more and more handsome and even bewitching, and the women were changed one after another.

Finally, one day, when Pound was eleven years old, a group of nobles burst into the house, beat his father so badly that he almost killed him, smashed everything valuable in the house, and finally threw his father in prison.

It was also in that year that Pound's life changed completely, and his father was charged with a strange crime, but many people knew that the charge was just a cover-up. His father was then beheaded, the tailor's shop was raided, and he was driven out into the streets, where he went from a modest shopkeeper to a beggar on the streets.

The people of the town were not friendly to him, and even a little cold, no matter whose door he passed by, the owner would throw a very disdainful look, and then slam the door shut, and someone would even kick him away, like kicking a wild dog covered with leprosy.

In the end, he had no choice but to drag his increasingly weak body and flee to other towns, but the speed of the rumors was much faster than his footsteps, and the surrounding towns were avoiding him like a plague, and he had to be far away from his hometown step by step.

Such a miserable life was endured for a year, during which Pound thought about death, thought about robbing the weak with all his heart, but thought more about hatred, hatred for all who despised him and hurt him. This hatred was like the seed of a magic bean, slowly sprouting and growing in his heart until it filled his entire world.

Finally one day Pound fainted on a dim street in the royal capital because of cold and hunger, and was found by an old man passing by, so he took him home, when Pound woke up, he was not much grateful, but his eyes were full of indifference, because he knew that this old man had taken him in kindly for a while, and did not let himself die in that cold corner, which was already the greatest mercy of the rich, and when he woke up, he would be thrown back on the street without hesitation, as for the life and death after that, they didn't care at all.

The old man did not throw him into the street, but let him stay, usually let him do some sprinkling and sweeping things, and use it as a means of staying overnight, but not let him be a subordinate, if he didn't want to do it, there was absolutely no one to force him, because there were only two people here besides him, an old man with a candle and a dead old housekeeper, and an old housekeeper of the same age, and because although it was deserted here, there was not much dust, maybe because it was deserted, so the dust was not willing to be contaminated.

This is a lonely old man, it seems to be a large and cold house, but he feels a trace of long-lost warmth in this cold winter, although there is still no one to talk to him, no one to take care of his mood, but there are clean beds, and three hot meals, at one moment he regarded this place as his home, he was not a lazy person, so he cleaned the yard himself every day, maybe only in this way did he have a reason to stay.

And what happened next changed his life, one day Pound was sitting in the yard with a wooden stick on the ground and drawing randomly, what he drew was nothing more than some dress patterns that his father had taught him since he was a child, but he casually drew on the ground but it was vivid, whether it was the thickness of the lines, or the overall layout was so accurate.

He didn't know that the old man had been standing beside him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "These are all painted by you?" Pound was startled and hurriedly wanted to wipe them off with his feet, but was stopped by the old man.

Pound looked at the old man in horror, and finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Sir, I was bored and drew casually, you don't like me to wipe it off immediately, make sure it is clean, please don't drive me away, I promise never to paint again, is it okay?"

When the old man heard this, he smiled unexpectedly, and casually sat on a bluestone step and said to him: "The tone is not small, you can draw so accurately at will, you can draw another carefully for me to see, if the painting is good, not only will I not drive you away, but I will also give you a gold coin as a reward." ”

"Do you mean 、、、、 you mean it really?" Pang De suddenly became interested, a silver coin overcame his ** over the first fear, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, if there was a gold coin, maybe he would be able to live in the royal capital, even if he left the old man's mansion.

Pound had never painted so seriously, perhaps inheriting the dexterous hands of his parents, so that he could paint the intricate and delicate patterns on those evening dresses, and as one after another extremely complex patterns appeared on the ground, a smile so thick that it could not be dissolved appeared on the old man's face.

"Found a treasure, found a treasure, hahaha. The old man was a little incoherent with joy, which inevitably made Pound nervous again.

"Can you write?" the old man then asked, Pang De nodded blankly, and then wrote his name on the ground, and the same meticulous brushwork added a bit of luster to this ordinary name.

The old man grabbed his arm, as if he was afraid that the treasure in front of him would disappear out of thin air, and his thin fingers actually had so much strength that it hurt Pound a little, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

The old man looked at it for a long time before he was very excited and said, "Child, don't be afraid, I'm 、、、、, I'm a little messy, you let me calm down first." ”

Then the old man sat down and asked him carefully about his background, and Pound in fear did not lie, because the old man's cold eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and he answered the question one by one, thinking that it was time to leave the mansion this time, no matter how reluctant he was. But the old man didn't care about his past or his family at all, but nodded with pity in his eyes, and asked him one last question, which was also the one that changed the fate of his life: "Do you want to learn magic?"