The fiery sunset, gradually falling into the sea in the struggle, also took away the last ray of light today...

And Lance Gordon, with his back to the stone bridge, seemed to be on the verge of collapse. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the dagger against the throat has cut through a little skin, and the hot feeling has been transmitted from the broken place to the heart, is this the taste of blood? And the cold and ruthless scarlet eyes on the other side indicate that if he dares to shout loudly, then this little life will disappear forever. However, Lance is not such a good thing, just the moment the dagger reaches his throat, his long sword is also slightly inserted into the opponent's thigh, perhaps out of instinctive reaction, the blade of the sword is tilted to the outside of the thigh, damn, blame this sword is too long, and there is no advantage at all in the fight against this sudden attack.

On the endless bridge, the silence was so silent that people began to fear the sea fog that had risen, and as a gust of sea breeze blew across the red-eyed forehead, the veil inlaid with sea spider silk and silver pendants finally shook to the ground due to the spasms of the owner. This decoration is the only possession of the mayor's wife and his mistress in the whole of Gordon, and the two women have fought to the death for the same veil. Lance Gordon couldn't help but be distracted by this, completely ignoring the swollen pupils and pale cheeks of the woman across from him who could hear the snort. Just as he was amazed at her beauty as the relief on the bridge, the attacker's right leg had eaten the sword an inch deeper with a shudder, and the little strength she had left in her hand was too deep to inflict a deeper wound on Lance's throat.

"It's your chance!" Lance said silently in his heart, remembering his father's swordsmanship teachings to him, "The 7th and last teaching of knight's swordsmanship, all battles are aimed at destroying the enemy's body. But if you can't destroy the enemy's body, you can only consume each other's physical strength and willpower, and whoever can survive to the end will survive!"

And this cold and manic female assassin also seems to be aware of this problem, and if she wants to live, she must be ruthless. Maybe it's better to lose one of your legs than to lose your life here. It's a pity that she still underestimated Lance's strength, and just as she wanted to swing the dagger at Lance's throat, Lance had already leaned back with her sword, from her chin to the bridge of her nose, and was scratched by the hateful dagger, and after pulling out the long sword suddenly, the female assassin began to swing the dagger as if in pain. But her right leg was injured and bleeding profusely, she had begun to see everything in front of her clearly, and leaned against the bridge pier in a trance, she raised her head and said to Lance: "Don't be delusional about catching you alive, I will never return to that place!" Then she pointed the dagger at her heart, ready to end her life violently, but at this moment, Lance's world seemed to be slowing down, and naturally she would not let this female assassin of unknown origin judge herself

At the moment of the sword, Lance violently knocked off the dagger in the opponent's hand with his long sword, and was about to say "Who are you?" to the other party in lingua franca, the female assassin fell shamelessly into Lance's arms, and Lance also jumped back out of self-consciousness, and the female assassin who fell to the ground seemed to be stunned by the pain, and then made Lance unconscious.

"What's this!" Lance cursed, everything was calm on duty today, and it was just time to "get down to business" when he met this guy.

Leaning against the light of the bridge lamp, Lance finally saw the guy's face clearly for the first time, with a high nose bridge and pale cheeks, and a charming mole under the somewhat jet-black lips. The silver-white hair undoubtedly indicated that this was a nobleman, and the animal skin robe he wore revealed the sea spider silk robe inside. Lance unfastened the chest of the fur robe, which depicted the black sun with a scythe in gold and silver threads on the lace that wrapped around his neck.

"Oh my God!" I have encountered, is this female assassin a cultist who believes in the Grim Reaper in legend?

"Unlikely, as mentioned by the show's father, the Reaper Council has already disappeared from this continent in the last century, and its cultists have fallen apart, and have long since been exterminated by the Knights of the Sun King," Lance muttered to himself.

"Then what's going on??Why did the woman I chose gladly accept the people who participated in the Flame Festival in the royal city, and suddenly became a female assassin with a sharp sword to attack me!, and she was wearing a service shirt with five patterns that had long been taboo, plus this woman was still a nobleman!" Lance was puzzled....

"You're lucky to have met me, Lance Gordon," Lance said to the unconscious woman, "Anyway, I can't let you die, or I won't be able to complete the list of Fire Festival personnel sent above." It seems that we can only revive you first!"

As he spoke, Lance tore off the other party's robe as a bandage, and if you look at it from the eyes of others, Lance is like a mad beast, violent to a weak woman. But when the seductive twin peaks jumped in front of Lance's eyes, tempting Lance's hands to ravage, Lance gritted his teeth and helped the female assassin to bandage the last circle, then wrapped the hateful woman in his coat and walked towards the pier observation hall behind him.

When it was already dark and only the bridge lights remained, Lance saw a signal from the distant hill with torches, "a triangle, a circle" which was the pattern drawn by the other party with torches, which means "go home for dinner". This method of communication was given to Lance by his father, who in turn handed it over to his youngest and smartest sister.

And Lance also picked up the torch in his right hand, there was not a trace of warmth, only a bright torch. And in his left hand, he took a black black-out animal skin, and stood on the top of the pier watchroom, depicting the current situation with the appearance and disappearance of torches and the rules of informing his sister.

"Three circles" Lancegordon finally finished wielding it with great difficulty, "Now my mother knows that I still have work to do, they don't have to wait for me to eat first, damn it, I can't go back for the time being until this woman's identity is clear, what if it's a woman who came to steal tinder, hey, who knows", staring at the woman's graceful figure, Lance couldn't figure out whether he should swallow or spit out the fishy sweet taste he was stuck in the monkey's head

Lighting a tarot incense, the little guard room smelled of home, Lance took out the cod cake he was carrying, ate a little, opened a bottle of wine that his father had treasured here for many years, took a small sip, and shoved the cork back with his hand, as if he was worried that the smell of wine in it would disappear.

Thinking back to everything half an hour ago, it felt like he was dreaming, and he always felt that something had been overlooked, so Lance Gordon continued to eat the cod cakes, and after each two or three bites, he laboriously uncorked the bottle again, took a small sip of wine, and then remembered what had happened today.....

It was in the afternoon, and Lance Gordon was in the watchroom of the pier and watched the passers-by meticulously, counting the numbers silently, and at the same time, he would gently stab the knife of the guard's worktop with his hand at the table that had already been pitted with different patterns, and each time he pierced, the table made of logs would make a strange noise, of course, Lance Gordon did not dare to pierce it too hard, otherwise he would repeat the mistake of cutting this ancestral table in half.

It was almost time to go home, and to be precise, as long as the oil lamps on the piers were lit, they would go home and have dinner with their sisters, and enjoy their mother's rouge trout meat, which was much better than the cod cakes that were sent out in town every day, plus a large piece of black bread, and let the little sister pour herself a glass of wine. Well, yes, the wine at home may not have enough alcohol concentration compared to the town, but the extravagant sugar has improved the taste of the wine a lot, otherwise the taste of bitter and then sweet is not to his liking.

The lighting time begins when the sun subsides into the sea, and lasts for nearly an hour, and there are lamps every mile, and the torches are passed from the house in the middle of the town through the wire line, and the three sisters and the mother of the family are responsible for lighting the fire, and passing it at an even speed to ensure that the torches on the Gordon Bridge are lit at a fixed time. Of course, since the family bought a donkey, they no longer have to turn the iron shaft of the torch by hand, so that the three sisters don't have to work so hard to wear out their hands, but this will also make them gradually forget what their father looks like, at least according to the youngest sister, Anna.

The process of lighting the lamps was exciting, starting in Gordon, when night fell and the light wore out, the mother would use the fine lamb oil with white linen-wrapped pine sticks, which were not found near Gordon, and were brought from towns further north. Then the mother would have nagged in her mouth, why such a good pine wood could not be used as furniture but for burning, and put it in the fire in the house in the center of town, well, as all the people in the town knew, the only source of heat was in Lance's house, and after lighting those extravagant torches, put them in the place that had been set up in the iron cables. And the eldest of the sisters, who is only 14 years old this year, uses a whip to the disobedient stupid donkey at home, you know, you often have to hit this guy several times before he is willing to move for a few minutes. Then let the other two sisters be responsible for lubricating the bearings of the iron cables, God, but the fat of the whales in the sea is much more valuable than the lamb oil that lit the torches. Eventually, the mother would let her three younger sisters take turns to drive the donkey to turn the bearings, and then she would go to prepare dinner herself.

Every time he thought about these things, Lance couldn't help but yawn with happiness, "Well, I'm thinking too much, maybe I'm homesick", Lancegordon rubbed his eyes and continued to think about the time period related to this woman......

When the first light is lit, Gordon Town will burst into cheers, the light of this lamp will illuminate the entire Gordon Town, although it is not as bright as the day, but at least it is like a dusk evening, you must know that the night world outside the light, it is impossible for normal people to live, blood-red eyes and seemingly ghostly floaters will wait for the ignorant traveler in every inch of darkness that can penetrate, only the light can make this group of aliens hide far away, and only the light can let the people divided in the twelve continents continue to live hopefully

Having said that, after the first light is charged, the dark world gradually becomes blurred, and this lamp in each mile illuminates the range of half a mile. Each time, my father took Lance to the cliffs next to the town of Gordon, waiting to see what it would be like when all the lights were lit at night. Little Lance would lean on his father's shoulder, using his little finger as an indicator, and counted the lights that had been lit from Gordon Town one by one, but when he counted to 50, he couldn't see it clearly, just when Little Lance was about to give up, he suddenly saw that parallel to the left and right sides of the Gordon Bridge was extremely far away, and the lights began to burn gradually, and the small flames seemed to be the size of ants on the ground, crawling forward in the night, and after a while, the whole night was filled with these little ants with flames. Compared to the distant stars above their heads, the old moldy stars that were unwilling to shine, these flames always made little Lance and his father feel a sense of awe and happiness

"Wow, Dad, I didn't expect other places to light up the lights!" Little Lance always took the trouble to use this sentence as an opening sentence with his father, and the father, who knew what Little Lance was thinking, would also say in a heroic and deep voice, "Haha, boy, do you want to set some stories from your father again?"....

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The oil lamps in the town were already lit, and one more oil lamp was coming to me, Lance reminded himself in his heart. This time, I didn't expect the agreed number to arrive so soon, and the Inspector Derifen said that everyone who was chosen was the will of the God of Flames, and was pure and noble. Fortunately, because he needs to take care of the lighting at home, it is impossible to be the one who is chosen, so Lance is also a lot more relaxed. But the real purpose of my work is to select the person who will participate in the festival of fire every year on the pier, and in general, I hope that this year's person will be the same as last year, an old, weak, sick and disabled.

He had been in the business for almost 10 years, and from the day his father died, at the age of 15, Lance had been in the watchroom of the pier, where he was the only one to work, and of course, only one person to work. The Watchroom is responsible for issuing maps of the area to passers-by, if necessary. There is only one destination on these maps, the city of the sun, Sona Ryan, which is said to be the only destination for most travelers, and the paradise of bliss that most pilgrims spend their entire lives visiting. And this city of the sun, starting from the town of Gordon, claims to take two years to walk to see the whole picture, of course, Gordon almost never arrives there.

The Gordon Bridge stretches from the cliffs of Gordon Town into the vast sea, lonely like the only remaining rotten wood in the burned plains, the bridge is made of granite, I really don't know what kind of people and what kind of power can make up today's Gordon Bridge, the two sides of the bridge are carved with gorgeous reliefs, some patterns are ancient legends, such as the war between dragons, or how the Flame King saved everyone from being eaten alive by the dragon and cast the era of mankind.

The bridge was not wide, only large enough for two carriages to pass at the same time, and if it was the annual trade season, the bridge would be even livelier than the fairs of Gordontown, and from the misty harbor, which was closest to Gordon, would come a large number of merchants with furs from the north, delicacies and strange beasts from the south, and iron tools from the east, who were naturally drunken and womanizers, and the only little brothel in Gordon was simply moved to the middle of the bridge to satisfy the people who had traveled long distances. The merchants would bring the latest information, such as what happened to a certain grand duke, or a jousting tournament on a certain bridge, where an unknown wild child actually defeated a noble knight. They even talk about the sea, whenever the merchant ships encounter strange and fierce sea beasts and are powerless to resist, if they can see the huge bridge piers, it is to see the hope of survival, which is a joke that they never tire of. "Oh my God, I'm thinking too much again, oh, father, my father—" Lance was almost halfway through the bottle, "gotta concentrate!

But Lance couldn't control his thoughts, after all, this was his father's old wine, and the average wine Lance was not so able to resist the alcohol running around in his head

Whenever the oil lamp was lit, Lance's mind would quickly recall the things that made him happy or memorable, so as to offset the little bit of inexplicable guilt in his heart. Then it was a very critical moment.,The duty of the bridge guard,It is necessary to light the oil lamp and pass through the bridge guard line to select a part of the people according to the rules,Send it to the fire festival in the royal city for performance,Of course,Lance also guessed it.,This so-called rhetoric is simply a fart.,The royal city fire festival is said to be held every year.,But the people who go have never come back.,At least from the mouths of those merchants, it's good to treat the people who go as dead.,This show certainly doesn't have anyone who wants to go.,But the explanation of the Sun Church in each town to everyone is. "It is the duty of every continent citizen to serve the Flame King for life, and the chosen ones will no longer have any blood relationship with ordinary people from now on, and the brothers and sisters of the Radiance Church are the true, pure, and noble family."

And Lance's job is to help the Inspector choose the people to participate in the Festival of Fire. Every year, the inspectors from each area in the royal city will send out a list of districts to be selected, and the selection method is different every year, for example, the year before last, from the first day of July, the fifth, two thousand, three thousand people who passed through the bridge after the lights were lit. And last year, from June 16, the seventh, three hundred, seven hundred, one thousand one hundred and twenty people who passed through the bridge guard line after the lights were lit. And this year it's even more excessive, from May 22nd, that is, now, after the lights are lit, the third to fifth people, thirty to thirty-two people, fifty to fifty-four people... In general, this year there are actually nearly dozens of people sent to the Fire Festival, and the number has increased again. This is the Fire Festival at the end of September every year, a festival that everyone can't escape.

I also remembered that last year, the seventh person was actually a neighbor of Lance in Gordon Town, and the foolish father of Parma Lester Old Parma, because Parma went out to pick wild fruits that night, and Old Parma went out to look for him, but inexplicably walked to the bridge, Lance yelled at Old Parma not to come, and even threw out the water cup in the watchroom and hit Old Parma on the head, and after yelling, this fool Old Parma actually crossed the watch line and became the seventh person. Once someone is chosen, Lance will come out of the watchtower, point his father's sword, point it at the other person, and then kneel down and say, "Venerable soul, you have been chosen to be a guest of the Festival of Fire, and you are about to become his faithful servant, please turn your course and board the ship at the sentry post in Mist Harbor." Of course, if anyone wants to resist, Lance will use this broken sword to beat the opponent to the ground, and return to the watch room to ring the emergency bell. In less than half an hour, men, women, and children from Gordon will come to their aid with iron forks and fishing nets. But in terms of Lance's strength, no one can beat him, at least in Gordon. After all, he has received his father's personal knightly swordsmanship, he knows how to face the enemy, and sometimes you only need to cut the opponent's skin a little, or let the opponent have a few fingers, and those who don't want to participate in the Festival of Fire will become as obedient and pious as the lamb.

However, this year's task is very special, the number of people in the letter of the inspector, it is basically impossible not to happen on the same day, since then all the previous selections, basically from the flow of people separated, such as last year's designated number of people, respectively, three days to complete, because on the last day there was a ship from the misty port docking, resulting in a temporary small trade fair, but in general, the same day in the selection of too many people, no matter what, it is not easy to deal with. At the very least, Lance was sad in his heart, imagining that if these people were your family, they wouldn't be able to see each other again if they went to the festival. Every time he thinks of this, Lance thinks of his father, who crossed the bridge line to the Fire Festival ten years ago, and since then the Inspector has sent a message to Gordon Town, and Gordon Town will not have to choose the performers of the Fire Festival again for the next seven years. Of course, it was also because of this incident that the town, originally called "The Cliffs by the Misty Harbor", was officially renamed Gordon Town in honor of Lance's father.

Lance's mood is very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he even wants to find a prostitute to vent, one or three is not enough, although he has never touched a woman, but at the age of 25, he has been an adult for a long time. Because of the particularity of being a bridge momoru, many girls are not very interested in Lance, or dare not be interested at all, after all, since the selection of performers the year before, Lance has suddenly changed a person, and the girls who have a slightly better relationship with him have begun to alienate him. Lance still wants to kill people at the moment, why does he have to inherit his father's business, why do he have to bear such a heavy infamy, the people of Gordon Town have called him "the Grim Reaper of Black Flames", because the rules of selection have always been secret, and Parma, who has a good relationship with Lance, has repeatedly asked Lance what the rules on the list are. Maybe Lance was too much like his father and refused to say it, which led to Parma's stupid father being chosen and sent away, and the two broke up, which was brought up by Parma, of course. Originally, this guy wanted to beat Lance, but when he challenged Lance with a harpoon, the latter actually put his sword aside and let Parma spur, worried that the deceitful Parma could only flee in the wilderness, and then came to Lance again out of face, and on the condition of breaking off the relationship, in exchange for this year's selection rules. But Lance still won't tell me, after all, this is a matter of human life, and it must be fair!

"Fair?!" Parma once said to Lance, "your whole fucking family is not fair, why do you own the fire in the town, why do you have the right to come to the Pier Watch Room and enjoy the supply of the whole town, why do you have the only sword in the town!"

Yes, it's unfair, Lance thought to himself. The world is inherently unfair, and my father bought seven years of peace with his own life, maybe he is still alive or maybe he is dead. During these seven years, my family was greatly "respected" and "ridiculed", and the whole family was suffering. We ate lamb, fish, and even whale meat that the town offered. Drink mead, sugar pies, and fresh and juicy wild berries from merchants. But our family has become the object of annoyance of the townspeople, because in the middle of the night, oil lamps can only provide the slightest light but not warmth. Every day when the people in the town need to cook, they have to come to our house to make a fire, but after taking it home, the temperature of the flame can only last just to finish the meal, if it is to make a big meal, such as roast turkey and lamb chops or something, it can only be near home, so we occupy too many benefits, which makes people jealous, but it also occupies a reasonable advantage, so that everyone can not vent their jealousy, and over time, Lance's mother simply turned the house into an exchange. Anyone who wanted to come and fetch a fire had to be exchanged for something, whether it was a few words with the poor three sisters, or some pastries, or even cooking for the mother, or whipping the stupid donkey.

But even this could not calm the hearts of some people, and Parma's mother often complained about why the men ran to Reims's house in the winter, and that her women were not warm enough, and that her own women could not satisfy you? If it weren't for the fact that winter was coming, a group of us women would be hot underneath", the team that made the fire laugh like a pot of porridge, and the three younger sisters always covered their ears and hid from afar to watch.

"Well, it's almost time," Lance said to himself, picking up his sword in the watchroom, and staring carefully at the watchline, a straight line on the bridge. I began to count in my heart, one!

Three! Lance immediately rushed out of the watch room and appeared in front of the man, but the guy covered his face with a seemingly noble turban, so Lance politely said sorry, and then tried to quickly remove the cloth with his hands. But then Lance realized that this guy had put a dagger against his throat, looked at the tall Lance with cold eyes and said, "I'm already dead, do you want me to die again?"

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The woman lying on the ground seemed to be beginning to wake up, and the sharp pain in her leg made her sweat all over her body, and let out a pitiful moan, which was the same moan that relieved Lance from her completely uncontrollable recollection

"That's it!That's it, it's!" Lance said to the lying woman, "Hey, I probably know who you are!"?