God says that those who are lost will eventually be guided and protected.

The mottled walls of the shop have faded in some places, and the tables and chairs for customers look old.

Lawrence opened the package, only to smell a hint of meat, and before he could see the contents he was attracted by Arthur's flattering compliment, only to see the owner's little face with a flattering smile on it, greeting the tall woman who walked in through the door. The shop had not yet lit candles, and the twilight outside the door obscured the woman's face, but the accompanying momentum made the silver-haired butler, who had served the old nobles all his life and was accustomed to seeing big people, feel a pang in his heart.

"Ma'am. Lawrence stooped politely in greeting, but the slight deviation of Arthur's footsteps as he spoke exposed the doubts in his heart.

"Lawrence, this is Lady Reth Sibyla, my teacher. Arthur's thin body stood beside the woman, like an Abarian dwarf under the fir tree, but with a serious and solemn expression on his small face.

"Hello, I'm little Arthur's teacher, Reth Sibylla. The woman said flatly. "A magician. ”

As the words fell, the last rays of twilight finally hid in the shadows, and the shop fell silent. No one knew that twenty years later, it was the pair of masters and apprentices in the shop who set off a terrible war that made the entire continent of Sean tremble in the flames of war, and this war was called a revolution. And the black-haired Arthur, the Sage, single-handedly directed the tragedy of purging the Tyranid nobles during the war, dragging the southern popes of the empire into darkness completely.

For the teacher that Master Arthur didn't know where to find it, Lawrence took a tacit attitude. Never disobeying the will of the master is also the duty of a noble steward.

It was getting late, the streets of Deppshire began to fall apart, and when the shop was closed, the silver-haired old man picked up the little master who looked a little sleepy and walked towards the direction of home with the tall woman. With the family's current finances, it has reached the point where it can't even control a carriage, but fortunately, Deppshire is not very far from Dusk Castle, all the way is silent, and when you get to the bottom of the castle steps, Dusk Castle in the night is like a giant beast that wants to choose people to devour, entrenched on the top of the mountain, and the open castle gate is like the blood basin of a giant beast, telling the glory of the past. The silver-haired old man tilted his head slightly, and the little master on his back looked like he was already asleep, and there was a subtle snoring sound peculiar to children.

"Ma'am. Lawrence stood in front of the first step, "This is the Twilight Castle of the Raonis family, and I'm honored to have you here. ”

The woman looked up, and it was said that the day of the completion of this magnificent castle had aroused the jealousy of His Majesty, the previous emperor of the Tyranid Empire, there were too many noble castles in the empire, but only it was qualified to carve on the wall next to its own gate: the masonry is made of medals, and this is the city of honor, the Castle of Dusk. It is undeniable that the contribution of the Leonis family to the Tyranid Empire is indelible excellence and greatness, and some people even say that without the Golden Spear Knights of the Leonis family, Tyranid is still only a second-rate principality.

The woman bowed her head, and the two hundred and seventy-three steps were just a moment away, and when she entered the castle gate, except for the dark large departmental rooms, the huge castle probably only the main hall seemed to be brightly lit. When the little master was sent to the bed, the silver-haired old man called the laundry man, Rena, a stout woman with unkempt reddish-brown hair on her head, and her hands were always red because she washed her clothes every day. The maid, who did not know her age, brought Reth Sibila to the guest room, and was about to turn around and walk out of the room after silently tidying up the room for the guests, and the Sage, who was watching by the window, quietly asked, "Can I go to Lady Viv's study?"

The maid hung her hands quietly, her eyes fell on the floor, and she said, "Upstairs in the third room on the left, please take care of yourself, ma'am." With that, he turned and left the room.

What an interesting place, Reth Sibila's mouth curled slightly, tightened the collar of her cloak, and went out to the upper floor. No one knows why they want to take a broken nobleman as a student, and I'm afraid that even I can't make it clear in words. It's a pity that the cloak of faith has long been tattered, and when it comes to inheritance, it is far less real than the cloak on the body.

In the study, which had been silent for a long time, there was a portrait of Arthur's mother, in which Viv Raonis smiled charmingly holding a dark-haired baby, and her eyes were full of maternal love. The people are gone, but the tables and chairs in the room are still clean and immaculate, the lampholders on the table faintly glow with the soft luster of brass, and the neatly stacked books in the bookcase show how erudite the owner of the place once was. Most of the books that imperial women read are nothing more than dirty romances under long skirts, or the autobiography of an explorer who claims to have explored the world beyond the continent of Theon, but just by glancing at the bookcase overnight guests, you know that the last generation of the Laonis family matriarch should be more financial and economic. Think about it, at the peak of the Raonis family, a legion of golden spear knights who once fought on the northern border, and the food and grass equipment of 12,000 people were completely provided by the family alone, although the war only lasted two months, but how strong the financial resources of Leonis at that time can be seen.

I flipped through two professional books on the structure of private wealth, and the handwritten notes in one of them caught the attention of the guests, and the immature handwriting stubbornly attached to the beautiful notes of Viv, as if angry and coquettish, gave different interpretations of the views on the primitive accumulation of wealth. There was no joy or anger on the woman's face, and her smooth forehead was reflected in the orange light, glowing with a soft luster, and after looking at it for a while, she calmly closed the book and put it in the bookcase, looked at the portrait on the wall, blew out the table lamp, and turned away.

Although the interior of the castle is inseparable from the magnificence unique to the aristocracy, many subtleties are simple and natural, not luxurious and dazzling, all of which obviously have a lot to do with the portrait of the housewife from an ordinary family in Tyranny. When she was about to reach the end of the corridor, the tall figure of the Sage suddenly stopped, and a figure quietly appeared not far behind her.

"Your Majesty the Sage. The figure's voice was hoarse and deep, like the low roar of a lion stabbed through its throat.

"Neo Lauken?" Ress Sibila turned and looked with interest at the man in front of him, who was as tall as a two-meter hill, his face covered with his tousled hair, as if he had just returned from outside, and was still wrapped in the cold of the night field.

Neo Lauken, the grave keeper of the House of Raonis and the Legion of the Knights of the Golden Spear, did not go any further, leaning lazily against the wall of the corridor and saying mockingly, "I thought that the light of the Lord God had long ceased to shine here. He closed his eyes in pain.

"Even if there is no light, the Lord God still cares for the lamb lost in darkness, doesn't he, Lord Knight?" replied the Sage blandly.

"Lamb?!" the man opened his eyes, as if two lightning bolts had struck under his weedy hair, and a sad and maniacal sneer tugged at the corners of his mouth. Only then did the Sage see that Neo Lauken's face was slashed from the corner of his eye to his chin, and a face seemed to have been cut in half by a sharp knife.

"How could this have happened if it weren't for your Pope's divine judgment? Fuck the favor and to hell with the damned favorites!" Neo, who held the title of Grand Knight of the Golden Spear, roared in an instant, and an invisible whirlwind rose from beneath his feet, emitting a small, high-pitched whistling sound.

The knights of the empire are complex, in addition to the golden spear knights of the Raonis family, there are also the Holy Knights of the Pope, the giant axe knights of the Golden Lion family, the iron sickle knights of the Banyan family and the Hurricane Knight of the royal guard, etc., but no matter which faction of knights, those who can be crowned with the title of great knights are among the top figures in the imperial ** regiment. People often only see their excellent combat ability in commanding the Great Legion in the center, but they don't know that the personal martial arts of the Great Knights are also terrifying. And this point, the Banyan family is the most vocal, once a great knight of the iron scythe within the family betrayed the family for some reason, turned himself into the undead pet of the necromancer, an undead knight frontal Empire's 500-person heavy armored legion, at the cost of losing an arm, slaughtered the entire legion and disappeared. This was a secret in the Empire, and the current head of the Banyan family paid 300,000 gold coins to redeem himself from being held accountable by the Pope. As one of the three sages of the Pope, Reth certainly knows the terrifying strength of the Great Knight, even if he is not immortal, the Great Knight who has entered a state of rage still has the power to destroy and decay like a hurricane.

In the face of the terrifying close-range attack of the Sage, the red lips were lightly opened, and when the Gang Feng reached half a step in front of him, a dazzling iron gate of holy light also seemed to fall from the ceiling, smashing the screaming Gang Feng neatly into the floor, and at the same time, the air in the corridor appeared a trace of imperceptible fluctuations, spreading like ripples.

The calloused fists of the Great Knight slammed into the intricate light with a tooth-aching grinding sound, and behind the light curtain were the top figures of the Imperial Pope, and the grave keeper of Raonis had a feverish murderous intent in his eyes, his terrifying face was twisted and hideous, and he snorted, his shoulders were pulled diagonally, and the slightly tattered leather boots on his feet wrung out terrifying mud marks on the floor, and the iron fist shattered the holy light with a "bang".

"Neo!" the old voice hurriedly called out in the corridor, and as Lawrence stopped shouting, the other end of the corridor behind the Sage dissipated with the crazy surging magical energy like a tide.

Whew, Reeth's hair was fluttering in the air by the big knight's fist, but the eyes full of wisdom were still calmly looking at the man who had rushed in front of him. The bloody fist in mid-air stopped abruptly after hearing the call, and the killing ** in the man's eyes quickly faded like a tide, and the blood-red eyes began to regain clarity.

The silver-haired butler walked up the stairs with hurried steps, and the old butler, who had always paid attention to aristocratic appearance, first glanced at Neo's fist with concern, and then apologized to the guest with an apologetic face: "Lady Reth, Neo has always been so reckless, I am very sorry if he has caused you unnecessary fright, please forgive him." ”

Recklessly, the Sage had a calm face, fumbled with his left hand for the emblem on his right hand, and replied calmly, "The power possessed by the Grand Knight of the Golden Spear is truly extraordinary, and Mr. Neo has shown me this very well, and we have a good time together. ”

Lawrence glared fiercely at the grave keeper, who was still burning with murderous intent, and said, "Thank you for your generosity, and may you have a good evening, praise your lady." ”

The sleeping child is always like running into a strange and wonderful world, upstairs is changing, Arthur in the bedroom is curled up and sleeping soundly, scattered black hair is soft on the child's forehead, in the dream he dreamed of a whale and a colorful mermaid fighting, he stood on the shore and watched with great interest, with the waves rolling and fluffy splashing everywhere, the child's lower body came a burst of urine, so the little master of Raonis cheerfully opened the sluice to the sea......

A great knight of the golden spear who is still at the peak of his strength.

A maid whose magic cultivation is not far behind that of a magister.

An old butler who knows his identity but pretends to be deaf and dumb.

How much life is still hidden beneath the dilapidated surface?Walking into the guest room, the Empire's most mysterious Scepter Sage stood silently in front of the window, a subtle smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.