Ten years ago, Lawrence was a teenager in his early twenties, and he was already the minor lord of Evenburg and the next lord of the wasteland. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nestled in the northern part of the vast wilderness, Avonburg is a historic castle that has been built for 300 years. The walls of the castle are made of bluestone blocks characteristic of the wasteland, and from the front, two huge houses are connected by a narrow corridor to the huge towers, leaving a square large enough to hold 5,000 people standing side by side, and the shutters have become very old with the passage of time, and ivy clings all over the castle walls.

Walking into the castle from the lawn to the south, a twenty-meter-wide river blocks the way, and across the small river is three bluestone bridges of various sizes, the middle of which is the widest, and the pillars are carved with various god motifs, and it is said that only members of the Evan family are allowed to walk on the bridge in the middle.

According to the old attendants of the castle, the ancestors of the Avan family used thousands of slaves and dug for two years to bring this artificial river from the tributaries of the Menu River.

Approaching the gate of the castle, the turquoise lawn stretched to the walls on both sides, covering the entire perimeter of the castle, and maintaining such a large area of lawn on the wasteland was really not something that a dozen or twenty slaves could do.

The gate of the castle is more than ten meters high, the huge wooden door is inlaid with the iron family emblem of the Evan family, and the vulture with only one wing looks a little strange, the ancestor of the family has mentioned that all members of the family are vultures in the wasteland, even if they lose a wing one day, they are the strongest in the food chain of this wasteland.

Passing through the majestic gate, you will be greeted by a wide walkway, and a large artificial lake sits in the middle of the spacious courtyard.

In Lawrence's memory, whenever the festival came, many nobles with titles would come to the courtyard, they would wear tight white robes, short crotch and long trousers made them have to tie their belts under the navel, most of them would tie strips of cloth around their legs, silk embroidered tunics were extraordinarily loose, round cloaks were fixed on their shoulders, and they often wore their family crest on their chests, enjoying the supreme glory brought to them by their ancestors.

Most of the men were gentlemen with glasses of wine, and the noble ladies boasted about the great deeds of their ancestors. The ladies were also dressed in fine clothes, and their figures were highlighted by their lace-up tights, their tops were tightly attached to their bodies, and their lower bodies were wearing wide long skirts, as if each of them could get into a man they liked under their skirts.

Walking across the huge courtyard is the residence of the Avon family, who have lived here for three hundred years. The spacious hall is paved with rammed bluestone slabs, and in the center of the hall there is an octagonal stove surrounded by a wire net, where they sit and tell stories after dinner.

Every morning at seven o'clock, Lawrence would get up on time, and after Shu's mouth, he would go directly to the temple in the side courtyard to pray for the blessing of the god Namu. Returning from the seminary, cheese and cold meat sausages have been the same for more than ten years, and the brave attendants once secretly discussed whether the future lord had no sense of taste, or how could he only eat this kind of breakfast forever.

After breakfast, Lawrence would go to the backyard to practice his spear, he had always revered his father, and hoped that through his unremitting efforts, he could one day lead the infantry to defend the wasteland and fight on the battlefield.

A spear pierced the heart of a straw dummy with a roar, and a sweaty Lawrence put down the spear in his hand, which was already the thirtieth dummy he had broken this morning.

Mother came from the depths of the corridor with a plate, a glass of hot milk, and an almond pudding sprinkled with rose petals, two of Lawrence's most hated things.

He didn't want to waste his mother's kindness, so he swallowed the whole pudding like a pill when his mother was not paying attention, and the milky yellow pudding crossed his taste buds, and the sweet solid was accompanied by a little rose smell, which made him almost vomit, he rubbed his chest hard, and said to his mother, who turned around, "Thank you." ”

The morning passed quickly, and Lawrence, having finished lunch, rode out of Avonburg.

Lawrence liked the feeling of galloping on his horse the most, every whip and reins made him feel like he was overpowering the wind around him, and today he was going to pick up his friend, Kenny, the youngest child of the Dalton family, and it was estimated that the guy was almost in the village of Nar by this time, where they had agreed to meet in a letter a week ago.

The horses galloped through a field of grass, and after half a second the grass was carried by the wind in the direction of the horses, and the path under their feet gradually became a wide avenue, and the sign at the three-way intersection read in standard language, 'Nar Village'.

When Lawrence arrives at his destination, Kenny is already waiting for him at the stable. They met at King Martin's birthday party, and the two often met to fish here since they met, and the village of Nar is the only village in the wilderness with natural living water.

Kenny brought Lawrence's favorite wine, which was rare in the moors, and although it was also found in Evenburg, his father never allowed Lawrence to drink outside of the festival, and whenever Lawrence passed by the castle's cellar, he would remember his father saying to him with a straight face, 'This thing will make you lose your cool, little one'.

In addition to being desolate or desolate, the wasteland is full of rocks piled up in the Gobi Desert, Lawrence also found out by chance that there is such a feng shui treasure in the north of the wasteland, after meeting Kenny, he can't wait to take him here to fish, obviously, Kenny also likes this beautiful little village very much, which is more quiet and comfortable than the plain villages in the territory of Karta City.

They took their homemade fishing rods and walked to the water's edge with wooden planks, where villagers often wash their hands and fetch water. The two friends took off their long boots by the river, stuck their feet into the cold water, hooked the iron hook to the earth dragon, and gently flung the fishing line out.

The fishing rod is set aside by them, and the two share the wine that Kenny has brought, and begin to talk about what they have been going through.

Bad fishing skills keep the two guys in nowhere, and seeing that the sun is about to go down, Lawrence invites Kenny to stay overnight in Avonburg, Kenny is not the first time to stay in Avonburg, Lawrence's mother likes Kenny very much, Kenny prefers his mother's almond pudding, and Lawrence simply doesn't want to be friends with this guy when he first finds out about it.

Just as they were about to put away the fishing rod, Lawrence's fishing rod moved, and there was actually a fish bite, and the sudden surprise made Lawrence immediately pick up his fishing rod, and the first pull rod made him feel very difficult, it seems that this fish is not small.

Lawrence pulled the rod hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only see ripples on the surface of the river.

Kenny laughs at Lawrence's small size and can't even pull a fish, and suddenly there is a 'whoosh', and Kenny sees Lawrence being dragged into the water by the fishing rod.

The rod was moving swiftly across the river like a ship, and Kenny froze on the shore as he watched as something black lifted Lawrence up from afar, and Lawrence cried out for help and glided on the surface like a flying fish.