However, good memories are always opposed to the harsh reality, as the bards of the Occam Tavern often sang "A Song of Flowers and the Sea"—"She walks in the world, weaving the threads of cause and effect." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info her jealous nature and teasing innocent teenagers. The mischievous god of fate is fond of making a mess of the order of the mortal world, and then severing the chaotic thread of fate with a sword in order to evade the responsibility of reorganizing cause and effect. In her wayward game, it is inevitable that a few unlucky people will be tricked lightly, such as the rich man who went bankrupt overnight in Howling Wind Bay, the genius Holy Sword General who was charged with treason, the princess who fell into the grass due to the defeat of the country, and Miloca, who was dazed and at a loss at the moment.

In the same tavern room, Miloka experienced the happiest and most unfortunate events since arriving in the Northern Empire. He saw the dying troll lying on the bed, his pale blue skin covered with festering wounds, and his once long and curved fangs had been uprooted, and the other had been broken off, and the cracks were uneven, and he thought that he had suffered a lot of sin.

"Ah...... As...... Ka ......" Miloca said in a trembling voice, sobbing uncontrollably, making it impossible for him to call the familiar name smoothly.

"Ah...... Miloca," Sasca twisted his face with difficulty, using what little strength she had left to move the muscles of his face, squeezing out a smile of relief, "Thank you, God of War, are you okay? How's Bane? And the Fish-Man Brothers?"

The boy was silent, knelt on the side of the bed and hugged the troll's body with a "plop" and wept bitterly. He didn't have the courage to tell Aska about the tragedy that had happened in the glade, let alone ask if Mr. Say was okay.

"It's been so many years, and you're still crying like you were when you were three years old. Are your friends downstairs? Thank you for me. Askar said, trying to touch Miloca's head, but the bone-shattered right arm didn't listen.

Miloka cried even harder, his snot and tears soaking through the small sheet beneath Askar's body, and he didn't mean to stop. "No," Miloca said vaguely, "just know a few of them. ”

"That's right!" Askar sighed as he stared at the ceiling, his bloated eyes moistening unconsciously. "Say and I were captured by Barnett's cubs and taken back to Black Rock City, and it was a really bad time, but they helped a lot. Askar continued.

"Did they get you out?"

"Well, it's neat enough to blow up the Rift Valley's hard labor camp in one go. ”

"Then ......," Miloka said again.

"Say is still alive, we're separated. Askar immediately took Miloka's words, and no one knew Miloka's mind better than Say's and Bane. "After settling in, I asked a man with curly blond hair to help me find me, but he listened to me and couldn't wait to send me here, and I don't know if anyone had sent to find Say. ”

"His name is Ives, and he is a good man, and he has been able to take care of him for a while when he first arrived in the north. Miloca explained sadly that he was reluctant to mention Ives, after all, the approachable sword teacher had gone on the opposite side.

"They're all good people, and only good people drink and talk to trolls. However, on the battlefield, they are not a bit of a good person, and the little cubs who killed Barnett are all like mad dogs in Shatao City. Askar joked with a smile.

Miloka didn't find it funny at all, but she still giggled as if she was amused.

"It's okay, kid. Some jokes are only funny if they are told to Bane. Someday, you'll make friends like that too. ”