Early the next morning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sun was overcast, and a faint mist drifted through the air.

Achill and Harry, who were involved in the murder of Murel, were put on death row, and Albert not only got rid of his notoriety as a murderer, but also won the title of Outstanding Resident for rescuing Sir Sycamore, who held an award ceremony to express his gratitude. Despite the light rain last night and the muddy roads, the town square is still bustling. People are looking forward to it, their enthusiasm is high, waiting for today's protagonist, but they are destined not to wait.

Albert dragged the fainting Archill and Harry out of the dungeon.

"Goodbye, you will always be my friend. Albert looked back at Benson, who had been knocked unconscious by him.

He didn't think Benson could hear him in a coma, and he didn't want Benson to hear him. There is no doubt that he and Benson have developed a deep friendship during this time, but they are not destined to be the same kind of people, and the two have very different life trajectories.

On top of that, the Empire's wanted warrant is almost here, and if Benson gets too close to him, he may be implicated.

After some time, Albert arrived at the cemetery on the outskirts of Dawn.

Two of his loved ones are buried here for all eternity.

After paying homage to his adoptive father, Albert went to the grave of Daddy Mourel, untied the shovel from his back, and began digging.

A moment later, Albert dug two circular pits half a meter in diameter and fifteen meters deep.

He patted Archill and Harry on the cheeks and woke them up.

"Albert, what do you want to do?" said Harry, swallowing and crying.

"Don't... Kill... I. Achill's voice was faint, his voice had been shattered by flames and smoke.

"Zebras are born to be hunted by lions. Albert smiled. "Isn't that your life motto, Achille?" he said jokingly.

With that, Albert threw Archer and Harry into the pit. "Two brutes in human skin, I will kill you in the most cruel way. His tone was chilling.

"Please, don't kill me, it's all Achill's idea!" Harry wept bitterly as he looked at the dirt beneath Albert Young.

"It's... Harry... Incite... I... Target. Archer argued in the loudest voice.

Albert turned a deaf ear and continued to blow dirt.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

Albert stopped moving, and looked back to see Byron running briskly.

"They will surely be sentenced to death, and the soul of Mourel will be laid to rest in peace. Byron reassured, trying to stop Albert's actions.

"Judge Byron is right! I will sentence me to death, not kill me!" Harry cried loudly.

"Don't... Kill... I. Archer's voice grew weaker.

Hearing Byron's words, Albert fell into deep thought, but when he remembered the murder of Muller, his heart was filled with endless anger. "Papa Muller is so kind and kind, he's always smiling. Albert whispered, the past coming to mind. He closed his eyes, as if he had seen Muller's warm smile again. "I'm sorry, Judge Byron, but I swore to kill Daddy Mueller's killer with my own hands. Albert opened his eyes, his gaze became determined, and he continued to fill the pit with dirt.

"Stop me! Killing a death row inmate is also a crime!" Byron shouted angrily.

"It can't be. Albert looked at Byron. "There are things that have to be done, even if they are wrong. He said word for word.

"Totally paranoid. Byron stamped his foot in anger. "Wake up, you've been blinded by hatred. He hoped Albert would come to his senses.

"No, I have never been blinded by hatred. Albert shook his head. "I knew exactly what I was doing. He said seriously: "I have my own bottom line and principles, and that is the truth that belongs to me." ”

"Remember when you were a kid? You took a stray dog that was injured to the sheriff's office to report the crime and asked the sheriff to catch the abuser. At the time, people thought you were playing a prank and kicked you out of the sheriff's office. Then you went to my house again, and just like yesterday, you asked me to do justice to the stray dogs. Byron followed the rules: "Albert was so kind and upright. ”

"But the puppy died because of my weakness. Albert disagreed: "If I could have stepped forward to stop the thug instead of hiding in the corner and crying, it wouldn't have died." ”

"So you chose to be a thug?" Byron asked. "You're not even as good as those street thugs. He said in a deep voice.

"I'm different. Albert looked at Byron and said, "I know that you are a man of integrity, the most competent judge." I respect you as a person, but I don't agree with you. ”

"You're crazy. Byron said word by word: "You are on your way to destruction, your humanity is being lost, you have become a slave to the devil." ”

Albert looked up at the gray sky, then at Byron. He knew that Byron was doing it for his own good, and he thanked Byron for what he had done, but he would never change his mind. "Say whatever you want, but they have to bury Daddy Murel. Albert chuckled.

"Don't go wrong again!" Byron shouted angrily, "one day, you will regret what happened today." ”

"Nothing can stop me unless I die. Albert said through gritted teeth.

"Then let's have a duel!" Byron drew his sword at his waist. "I can't let you go wrong!" he slashed at Albert with his sword.

Albert sideways dodged the iron sword, and then struck with lightning strike, choking Byron's wrist. Immediately afterward, he pulled Byron in front of him and slashed Byron in the back of the neck with a knife.

"I'm sorry. Looking at Byron, who had fallen to the ground and fell unconscious, Albert said apologetically, and proceeded with his landfill work.

Moments later, the pit was filled in, and Achill and Harry, with only their heads exposed, still begging for mercy.

"I have seen a kind of torture in the Records of the Punishments of the Hundred Tribes. Albert said calmly, holding Byron's saber in his hand and looking down at Archer and Harry.

"Don't kill me, I'm willing to be your slave and the most loyal dog by your side. "Harry is like a pug now.

"I... Also... Willing. Achill said intermittently, his voice inaudible.

"Let me finish first. Albert sneered. "The ogre kingdom has a very interesting penal code that punishes traitors. They first bury the person alive, and then they make a small hole in the top of the prisoner's head, and the blood will continue to gush out until there is not a drop left. With that, he stood up and placed his iron sword on Achill's head.

"No!"

The sword light slashed, and two terrible screams sounded almost simultaneously.

Looking at Achill and Harry, who were wailing in pain, and the blood arrows that shot out, Albert's revenge was finally calmed.

"Goodbye, Dawning. Albert looked up at the majestic fortress in the distance. "Farewell, father, Daddy Mourel. After some time, he withdrew his gaze, looked at the two tombstones not far from each other, and muttered in a low voice. The cemetery was blowing a breeze, and I didn't know if I could bring this last goodbye to the two old men. Albert looked at his feet, Muller was gone, and there was no one to guide him in the direction anymore. Since then, he has no family and can only embark on an unknown journey alone. Albert was confused and at a loss about the road ahead and the future.

The only thing that is certain is that he must leave the Buffia Empire, before the wanted warrant spreads across the country.

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The midday sun is scorching, and even if the breeze blows, it carries a heat wave.

Albert dragged his tired body forward, he was lost, and he didn't know where he was. But what is certain is that he has left the Buffia Empire.

When he climbed over a mound, he saw a small village. There are about two dozen families, and the buildings are all made of wood, long and short. On one side of the village, wheat fields stretch to the horizon, while on the other side are pastures with many sheep. A little girl, about four or five years old, sat on a flat stone with her hands on her cheeks, staring at her toes in a daze, not knowing what to think. A few dutiful sheepdogs, alert to the movement around them, suddenly spotted a stranger and barked wildly.

Hearing the barking of the sheepdog, the girl looked sideways.

When she saw Albert, she stepped forward curiously and asked in a milky voice, "Sir, are you a traveler?"

"Not only that, but I'm also a magician. Albert replied earnestly, crouched down, and rubbed the girl's little head.

The girl is not pretty, but she is very cute. His black hair was tied in a ponytail, his brown eyes were pure, and his wheat-colored skin shone in the embrace of the sun god. The face is chubby, and people can't help but want to pinch it. A little freckles dotted on her cheeks like stars, adding a bit of immaturity and innocence to the girl.

With that, Albert crouched down, raised his right hand, and summoned a ray of flame.

"It's amazing, is this magic?" the girl stared intently at the flames, her eyes reflecting the crimson flames, as well as longing and yearning.

She stretched out her little hand, wanting to touch the flames. But reason reminds the girl that flames can hurt.

"Do you like it?" Albert poured the flame on the girl's hand without the other party's permission. Under the deterrence of the dragon bloodline, the furious fire elemental did not dare to emit a trace of warmth, and was as obedient as a sheep.

"Ahh

But then, the girl's eyes changed from horror to joy.

She looked at the flame spirits dancing in her palms, her clear eyes full of curiosity. She didn't know why the flame was cold, it was contrary to the common sense she had usually learned. The girl pouted, suspecting that she was dreaming. She pinched her face hard, and there was a burning pain that convinced her that everything was real.

Is this the charm of magic? The girl stared at the flames so tightly that she didn't even dare to blink, for fear that the flames would suddenly disappear.

Albert's childish behavior and innocence made Albert laugh dumbly, but he liked the girl's eyes more than he had ever had for magic.