The moon is bright and the stars are scarce. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Albert hurried to the Mueller house.

He slammed the door open, eager to share the news of his becoming a magician with Daddy Muller.

Muller's house was also made of planks and yellow mud, and several of its walls were cracked, and Albert's nose was a little sour because of the old man's embarrassment. However, this is only temporary, and Albert is convinced that everything will be fine in the future. He has become a true magician, can earn a lot of gold, and will not let Daddy Muller suffer in the slightest. Albert's reason for returning to Dawn was to take Daddy Muller away, which was his only concern now, or rather his family.

"Who is it?"

An old voice came from inside the room.

"It's me, Albert. Albert's voice became a little hoarse.

"Come on, my dear little Albert. The thin old man pushed open the door, smiling like a cool breeze in the scorching heat.

"Daddy Murel, it's a pleasure to meet you. Albert stepped into the cabin and embraced a trembling Muller. "I have good news for you. He told him.

"It's the best news that you're back. Mueller smiled. "You've grown taller, little Albert, and you're already a real man. He sat down in his chair and looked lovingly at Albert, who was crouching beside him.

"You're still so handsome, haven't changed at all. Albert looked at Muller's silver hair, wrinkled face, and reddened eyes. He was gone for three years, and Daddy Muller was much older. "Daddy Muller, I'm a magician now, and my dream has come true. The sourness of his nose choked Albert's voice.

"Really?" said Murel, incredulous.

"Of course, when did I lie to you. Albert nodded earnestly.

"Little Albert, I'm so proud of you. Murel's excited voice trembled a little.

"We can get out of Dawn. Albert said abruptly. "I will make your life comfortable and comfortable. "He looks forward to the future.

"Leaving Dawn?" said Murel shook his head. "Little Albert, this is my hometown. I'm too old to go anywhere. He reached out his withered hand and stroked Albert's red hair. "My life is also comfortable now, and I am very satisfied, especially after learning that you have become a magician. Muller had a happy smile on his face.

"But I ......," Albert said.

"Little Albert, are you in any trouble?" asked Murel, puzzled.

"I'm fine, I just want to be by your side, you are my only family. Albert smiled a little forcefully.

"Remember when you were a kid?" said Mulrell with a faint smile on his face. "That's when you confide in me if you have any troubles. He looked at Albert, with those cloudy, wise eyes.

"I'm sorry, Daddy Muller, I lied. Albert hung his head, not daring to look into Mulet's eyes, like a child who had broken a vase and had been discovered by his parents.

"Tell me, my child. Murell patted Albert on the shoulder. "Maybe I can help. He told him.

Albert nodded, but didn't say a word. And Murel didn't rush, just looked at him.

After a long silence, Albert finally spoke.

"I killed a lot of people, and I became a wanted man in the Buffia Empire. His tone was slightly agitated. "Trust me, Daddy Murel, I didn't mean to. Albert looked up and looked into Muller's eyes. A flash of surprise flashed in the latter's eyes, but nothing more was said. "They all wanted to kill me, I didn't want to hurt anyone, I just wanted to live. He lowered his head and hugged his head, looking a little pained.

"I believe you, my child, that our world is like this. Murel grabbed Albert's hand.

Albert looked at Muller blankly, not understanding Mulaire's meaning, even if he had the Dragon Clan's memory inheritance, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy.

"It's a real world, full of cruelty and helplessness, and sometimes you have to make some bad choices. Mueller explained. "But you have to remember to keep your heart, don't lose yourself, and don't let fate sway. He told Albert.

"But how can you keep your heart? I've seen the so-called justice, really, it's terrible. Albert said bitterly.

The name of righteousness may be misinterpreted, but the truth is eternal. Muller stood up tremblingly and said, "Set a bottom line for yourself, that is, your truth." ”

After a moment of silence, Albert nodded. "Thank you, Daddy Murel, I know what to do. He smiled, frowning brow.

"It's getting late, my child, go home. A warm smile was back on Mulet's face.

"If I leave this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back. Albert was still a little unwilling.

"I know what you're trying to say, my kid, but I'm not leaving Dawn. "Mueller's attitude is resolute. "I will always remember you, you are my student, my friend, my family. Muller looked at Albert's dejected appearance and said bitterly. Although he couldn't bear it, he had to be ruthless, he was old, and Albert's path had just begun. Mueller knew very well that if Albert was promised, one day, he would become a stumbling block for Albert.

"It's me who is so selfish. Albert squeezed out an ugly smile. "Daddy Murel, when I earn money, I will ask someone to send you living expenses, so that you can have no worries about food and clothing. He swore by it.

"I'm looking forward to that day as well. Murel nodded and smiled, "Go, kid, it's not safe for you to get out of here." ”

Albert didn't say a word, pursed his lips and squeezed out a forced smile, he didn't understand Muller's good intentions.

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When Albert left the Mueller house, it was late at night.

His heart is also full of reluctance, this is his hometown, carrying his memories for more than ten years.

Following in the footsteps of his memory, Albert walked slowly. Relive his childhood, after dawn he will leave Twilight, or perhaps say goodbye.

Suddenly, a dark shadow burst out, and the long sword in his hand struck Albert. Albert was stunned, but did not panic, and turned sideways to avoid the blade of the sword, smashing his fist into the opponent. The Black Shadow's speed was not slow, and when he missed, he pulled back a few steps, and then raised his leg and ran.

Looking at the dark shadow that had escaped into the night, Albert frowned, stayed where he was, and did not catch up.

He couldn't guess who the other party was, and he didn't know what the other party's purpose was. If the other party wants to kill him, they can sneak up on him from behind, instead of attacking him head-on.

Just when Albert was confused, he suddenly saw a blood-stained paper ball under his feet. He looked around, and when he was sure the danger was gone, he picked up the paper ball. When he spread out the paper, his pupils shrank.

It was the title page of a book, the blood had stained the paper reddish-brown, and Papa Muller's signature was faintly visible.

Albert was startled and hurriedly ran towards Mueller's house, and his heart rose to his throat.

Moments later, Albert arrived at the Murell house. He didn't bother to knock on the door, but raised his foot to smash the locked wooden door, and the pungent smell of blood hit him.

Albert rushed to the bedroom in a frenzy, and the scene in the room came into view, making him feel like he had been struck by lightning.

He saw that the back window was open, and Muller was on his knees, but his head was a meter away, and a bloodstained iron sword was discarded not far away. Murray's neck was still bleeding, the floor was soaked brown, and the smell of blood was thick in the room.

"No!" Albert rushed forward like a frenzy, picking up Muller's headless corpse.

"Why is this happening. Albert muttered, grief-stricken, his eyes lost their brightness, and tears welled up in his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but he wiped away his tears. Albert changed, his face chilling as frost and his eyes burning with the flame of vengeance.

"I was upset about my killing, but this time was different. Albert muttered to himself. "Daddy Muller, I will let the murderer be buried with him, and there will be no dead body. He said through gritted teeth.

At that moment, there was a jumble of footsteps.

Albert looked back and saw a dozen guards rushing towards him in a haphazard pace, surrounding him. Each of them is tense, and they are in a fighting posture. The guards' chain mail was worn out, most of it was rusty, and so were the iron swords in their hands, the only set of equipment that was still eye-catching, worn on the town's sheriff. The bloody picture in the bedroom made the stomach of the security officer churn, and he almost vomited on the spot.

"Damn. The sheriff cursed secretly, and could not say a word of the prepared lines.

He had been a sheriff in a small town for almost twenty years, and he had never seen such a brutal method of killing. It is hard to imagine how much enmity the deceased and the murderer really have.

A man dressed as a civilian stepped out of the guard, glared at Albert, and said righteously, "Damn brute, you actually killed Murel." ”

"I didn't kill Daddy Murel, Harry, you're slandering. Albert stared at the civilian, word for word.

"Slander?" Harry's eyes widened and he roared, "How do you explain what's going on here!"

"Papa Murel is my teacher. Albert said calmly.

"That's not a reason. The sheriff spoke.

"You're a damn slayer, you deserve to be hanged!" Harry yelled exaggeratedly.

"Harry, you're just a witness. The sheriff frowned, a little displeased.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheriff. Harry shrugged.

The sheriff glanced at Harry and looked at Albert. He knew most of the residents of Aurora, and Albert was once a celebrity in the town, and he knew even more. The sheriff knew who Albert was, and he knew the deep affection between Albert and Murel, and he couldn't believe that Albert would do such a thing. But there were only Albert and the deceased Mueller at the scene of the crime, and as a qualified law enforcer, he had to believe the evidence and deal with it impartially.