The winter wind is fierce, and the snow is falling wantonly. The bitter cold from the depths of winter has made almost everyone choose to give up going out. However, some people are exceptions.

The streets of Constantine, which were already covered with a thick layer of snow like velvet, were empty at this time, and there was not a single person in sight. In such weather, even the soldiers patrolling the city chose to shrink into the barracks.

It's just that in this weather, in the snowstorm at the end of a street that has long since disappeared, a figure who seems to be dressed in a black robe walks out. At the same time, at the other end of the street, a thin figure staggering in the wind and snow also appeared, and the direction he was moving was facing the direction in which the black-robed man had just appeared.

This is the world of day and night, a world that resembles the Middle Ages, where the divine right reigns over everything and the royal power is constrained under it. There are many kingdoms and principalities on the continent, full of the clouds of war and knightly duels, and the hierarchy between people is clear and strict, in order to live to choose faith, and to fight for faith.

The north wind is still howling, the snow seems to be bigger at this moment, and the world seems to be a blur in the snow. And at this moment, in the snowstorm of Constantine City, on this snow-covered street, two figures were walking towards each other, as if they had not seen each other. One hundred, fifty, thirty steps...... The two figures approached closer and closer, as if they were just strangers they had met by chance. It's just that when these two figures were about to wipe their bodies, the black-robed figure suddenly stopped and shook off the snow on his body, but the thin figure who stumbled and walked was still walking forward with difficulty.

"Where are you going?" the wind carried the voice of a middle-aged man into the distance. However, the thin figure did not seem to hear it, and still walked forward.

"Furcy Heidewtz, stop me. The middle-aged man seemed to have completely lost his patience, and pulled out a broadsword with a cold silver light from his wide black robe, and aimed the blade at the back of the thin figure.

"Did you use this sword to cut off the heads of my parents? Now you aim it at me, do you mean?" The thin figure turned slowly, it was a young man with thick black hair, his face was so white that it was bloodless because of the cold winter day and the wind and snow. However, the most striking thing is his eyes, which exude a kind of light in the eyes of a wolf that is almost dormant, restrained but secretly murderous, indifferent and wary.

"This ......" The middle-aged man was speechless for a while, he didn't expect that he would face such a situation, and the young man in front of him would be so calm, or rather cold.

"You know that I have used many methods to give you the means to live in this world today, this is your father's last wish. You must know that you are considered a heretic by the Inquisition, and you are a second-level unclean, and you are already lucky to be the only one to survive. That's all a middle-aged man can say, and that's the rule. Moreover, in this world, the orders of the Holy See are only inferior to the legendary oracles.

"But this is in exchange for the lives of our family, so ......" The young man stubbornly raised his head and stared at the person in front of him with his eyes, "I don't want to live under your protection for the rest of my life, rather than this, you shouldn't have let me live in the first place." Now I'm going to use my own methods to find a chance for revenge. ”

The sound of the wind and snow once again covered everything up, and the middle-aged man fell silent again at this moment, he slowly withdrew the broadsword in his hand, he didn't know what the boy's request to keep alive meant, and he also knew that the so-called trial of the unclean had some evidence to catch the wind and shadows. However, just because his surname is Heide Woods, and this teenager is his nephew, he has never been able to do it. Now, the lone wolf-like boy began to fight back, and he couldn't stop the boy's counterattack.

"Okay. The middle-aged man seemed to have reluctantly compromised, perhaps the most unsuccessful compromise he had in so many years, because he lost to a teenager, "I will help you until you grow up." ”

"But you have to be mentally prepared that maybe for a long time to come, you won't be able to use Heidhwutz as your last name anymore. You have to face things and the world that you have never faced before, and maybe you are not even as good as a down-and-out nobleman. Even so, you may not be able to restore the glory of your family. Even if you fall into such a situation, are you willing to gamble?" The middle-aged man did not have a chance for this young man to interject. After speaking, his gaze fell on the pale face of the young man, as if he wanted to find a trace of hesitation or hesitation on the face of the young man who had heard these words. However, he was disappointed again, and the young man's face seemed to be one with the city of Constantine in the snowstorm, and he could not see any expression fluctuations.

"Although the flowers in the greenhouse look bright and delicate, once the greenhouse is ruthlessly opened and destroyed, the only way for these flowers is to die and struggle to live. Like you said, you can protect me temporarily, but when you can't protect me, everything is settled. Instead of this, I should learn to struggle on my own in this seemingly peaceful and troubled world. When a seemingly harmless greenhouse flower reveals its deadliest thorns, it often takes away the lives of those who are caught off guard. You say yes, my uncle. The boy said this, and suddenly showed a faint smile. But when the middle-aged man faced this smile, a chill appeared in the back of his head that he hadn't seen in years. A picture suddenly flashed in his mind: when he was a child, the family organization went deep into the winter jungle to hunt, and he once intersected with the gaze of a demon wolf from afar, and the demon wolf seemed to have such a vague smile on his face at that time, which was the unique smile of hunters.

"If he had entered the Inquisition, he would have reenacted the same scene as the 'Crimson Night' decades ago. But ...... "If the Inquisition were to fall into the hands of a male wolf, especially a male wolf who knew how to hibernate, perhaps order would have no value."

"In that case, then you can follow me for the time being, and when the major academies open after the winter of next year, I will find a way to let you enter an academy so that you can formally learn how to use your talents. The Inquisition does not have the ability to train talents like an academy, but the Inquisition can open the way for you to truly become strong. So, when I feel the right time, you'll be a member of the Inquisition and do what you want to do. The middle-aged man thought about it, this might be the best of both worlds. A place like the academy is not as pure as it seems.

"Yes, my Uncle William. At this time, the boy really looked like a harmless greenhouse flower, but the middle-aged man saw that the thorns of this flower had begun to grow slowly.

"So, let me show you the so-called back of God. "The snow has once again wrapped the city of Constantine in a heavy layer of silver, only this time, there is no longer a single figure to be seen in the empty streets.