readx;? When Ian opened the main entrance to the tower with the key he had taken from Karan, the dust from the doorframe shook off his shoulders. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info opened the door, and what came into my eyes was a gray and musty smell. He put away the key with the rusty spot and walked gently into the tower.

This landmark building, once a hall, has been dormant for ten years. But that doesn't hide its glorious history, where successive kings and countless hunters have worked, taking on commissions and embarking on journeys one after another. Some of them have returned and become more advanced hunters, while others have left, leaving a small mark in the history of dragon slaying.

Ian stepped up the spiral staircase. He was the only one in the entire tower, breaking the silence of ten years, and constantly echoing in the corridors. The tower has five floors, four of which were once used for offices, and only the top one contains the secret of the hall.

He came to the fifth floor. Then I saw countless "human faces", which were all oil paintings. The painting shows the kings of the past dynasties, and countless ancestors are looking at his descendants. He took a step forward and saw that the closest to him was his "acquaintance." ”

Lord of the Rose, Karanstuart.

Plum King Rudokaf.

Lord of Sunflowers, Cassius Holmes.

Lord of Thorns, Greg Thor.

They are still painted as they were ten years ago. No, it must have been a long time ago, when they had just entered middle age, and they were only made kings, and they still had ambitious black hair and eyes. Now, however, two of them have left, one is about to leave, and the last one is missing.

Soon, when all the paintings were dull and faded, it would be time for the remaining two to leave.

"It's not green. Behind him, an old voice sounded, "Twenty years ago, there were four of them supporting the entire hall, and twenty years later, you will be the only one." ”

Ian turned around and saw an old man dressed in a simple sheet standing behind him, his face wrinkled and his eyes as clear as water from a deep well, reflecting Ian's face.

"I'm not as good as them. ”

"That's not what Karan said, he said you're the strongest hunter ever. The old man staggered to Ian's side on crutches, "Stronger than Perseus in the past, I didn't really believe it, you are too young." ”

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But now I believe it. The old man squinted at him, "Your eyes tell me what kind of person you are." Originally, I should have seen you this time last year, but Karan said that it was not the time, and he said that you have not grown up yet, like a timid child, and now it is different, you have a pair of royal eyes. ”

Ian was silent. He knew where the old man came from.

His name was Dino Howard and he was the gardener of the hall. It was a very old profession, as old as the king, because he was the one who buried the king. After the death of the king, they planted their symbolic flowers and watered them year after year, so that their souls could live forever.

In fact, this is a rather ridiculous profession, it has no use, it is just a formality. But this form has been maintained for nearly a thousand years, and it is not just a formality, his status is enough to compare with every Lord of Thorns, although he has no real power.

"I hope you can live longer, at least until the next prosperous life in the hall. "Remember, if you die, the hall is really finished." Karan has put all her hopes in you. ”

"There are a lot of good hunters, like Dennis. ”

"No, no, Dennis Granger, as good as he is, can't save this era. He hasn't been able to be like his brother yet, and Al was our hope, but he's gone too soon. The gardener whispered, "You know, I looked at him ten years ago, just as I look at you now. ”

Ian's heart moved slightly.

The gardener pushed open the long-sealed door and waved his hand to sweep away the dust that filled the air. Then he led Ian to the top floor, he didn't seem to speak for too long, so once he opened the conversation, he couldn't stop at all: "I always thought that Karan would find a guy like him to be his successor, or like Al. But I didn't expect him to choose you. ”

"Because I have the power of God?"

"No, it's more than that. The gardener said, "We have your information, it's very detailed." Including your ten years in Blackstone, as well as your first dragon slay in Lutheran Jungle, shooting Naga, the Lord of Fire, with a bow at Tellmis, and killing Nartimis the King of the Sea on Babylon. But so what? At least I still don't take you seriously, and if you have the power of the gods, you can't even kill the immature Naga and the unawakened Natima, then what?"

Ian lowered his head and didn't speak.

"And, even if you kill Naga, I've always thought it was the work of the Source of the Dragon Slayer. But that fellow Karan is determined to put the future on you, I don't know why, maybe it's because of your unreliable father?" muttered the gardener, "but he was right, that guy has always been very good at seeing people, and you actually came back from the Yarman Forest, and even killed the Wind King." This was outside of Kalan's plans. ”

"Plan?"

"Well, Karan's original plan was for you to retrieve the power of the Iliad from the elves, and then at least escape the pursuit of the Wind King. None of us thought you could kill the Wind King, really, no one. We know all too well what Nathan is, Naga can't compare to him, and you don't have the same setup as Flowing Cloud or Tellmis Team this time, but you succeeded. The gardener said in one breath, "You have to change my opinion of you, and you may be the chosen one?" ”

The gardener opened the window as he spoke.

The sun shined through, and the eyes suddenly opened up. This is the highest position in the imperial capital, and from here you can get a bird's-eye view of the imperial capital, with pedestrians basking in the sun, merchants shouting loudly, children playing and playing, and adults frowning and reprimanding. Everything is in plain sight.

"That's what the hall has always wanted to protect. The gardener said softly, "Whether it's an ordinary hunter or a first lord." Everyone who embarks on the journey has the same ultimate goal. The four of them have been guarding the human race for more than 20 years, and now, this burden is going to be handed over to you alone. ”