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A few months ago.

A certain Western country.

Nice Barry is a handsome guy.

The tall body with the blue eyes, and the knife-like face, all exude the charm of a standard Western man, whether in terms of figure or appearance, he is a handsome guy.

Now he came back from outside, and came to his house, which was an old castle that sat in the middle of the farm, and the outside of this castle was full of swamps, which seemed calm on the surface, but there was danger hidden in the swamp.

There are still too many to count.

Anyone who has passed by here has wondered why someone would build a house in such a swampy place, but Nice himself doesn't know why.

Although the castle is his family's property, he has lived here for as long as he can remember, and that's it.

It was the handiwork of his father in Nice.

It's just that once upon a time, Ness asked his grandmother, who was in her 90s, about these things, but the results were vague.

In general, it was his father.

When he was young, he had a considerable amount of wealth, originally they were a declining family, but this wealth seemed to be taken out of thin air by his father, and no one knows where it came from.

It used to be a ruined ruin, but because of his capable father, he had turned it into a place where four generations lived, but outside the swamp, Nice Barry's father had never allowed his children to come close.

The castle in this swamp is surrounded by countless roses, so that at dusk, when the sun shines obliquely, the color of the roses is more like a flame.

And further away from the castle, there is a large area of farmland, and at this moment there are still farmers wearing hats and bowing their heads to harvest the fruits of this land.

Ness remembers going to school at that time, far away from home, a lesson on crops, or a lesson in history, and Nice strangely found that what was written in the book was very different from what he was confined to at home.

The most obvious is the crops in the fields near the house, and the ripening time seems to be diametrically opposed to the "science" mentioned in the book.

Nice is now on her doorstep, the castle that looks so worn and worn out by the ages.

When he pushed the door open and entered, he subconsciously glanced back.

Found on the top of the nearby moor, there was an ethereal white light, echoing the roses on the wall that never withered.

Nice had heard a lot about the curse of his hometown, or all kinds of bizarre legends, some people said that this was once a lake, others said that this place was once a tomb, but in the face of these legends, Nice was afraid to ask his father when he was a child.

But after the father's deep conversation with him.

Nice's love for his hometown has never wavered.

Nice has never seen a foreigner come to his hometown, and as for this year, Nice is now 24 years old, which is considered a man.

This time, when I entered my own home, which is this ancient castle.

Ness walked through the stone floor, past the never-extinguished fireplace in the hall, the golden wool blanket on the floor was soft to step on, and he slowly walked through a deep corridor where there was no light to see.

Nice never thought about why his home was such an ancient structure, whether it was the roses outside the walls or the fireplace and carpet in the room, which had once transported him back to the classical times described in the book a hundred years ago.

Nice's father stayed on the second floor for a long time, and the walls were all made of stone, or the walls of the entire castle were made of stone, but where his father was, the stone on the wall was black, similar to crystal, and even a little transparent stone.

And to get to the father's room.

Nice had to walk through the hall on the first floor, past the golden woolen blanket and through the deep corridors where the lights were invisible.

Nice came back this time because of his father's best friend, Uncle Jill.

Yesterday afternoon, at dusk, Nice Barry, who was reading in the city library, and Uncle Gil, a close friend of my father's, handed Nice a huge envelope, which Ness weighed very heavy, but out of respect for his uncle and father.

Ness suppressed his curiosity, but this Uncle Jill was babbling before leaving, and even looked a little crazy, gods, madness, plague, all kinds of words that Ness had never heard of before.

And Uncle Gil repeatedly told him to give this letter to his father at dusk this afternoon.

So now, Ness is back, back to his father's eyes.

Pushing open the door of this room on the second floor, I found my father standing quietly in front of the only window on the second floor, a burly man with a gray beard but a deep gaze.

At this moment, he looked at the sunset that was gradually setting in the distance.

Nice had only now really noticed that the sunset and the color of the sky from these dusks were still as good as he remembered.

Wonderful and magnificent.

But somehow, at this moment, Ness felt that his father seemed to be a little sad, and Nice's father's eyes still never left the evening sun.

After a long while, the twilight sun had almost completely set by this time, and the distant horizon was obscured by only a small gap.

The dim light and the sky were gradually dimming at this time.

Ness said, "Father, this is what Uncle Gil wants me to bring you, open it and take a look." Ness, speaking in the local dialect, handed the heavy envelope to his father as he spoke.

(It should be a small Western language, but I can't even speak English very well, so how can I write that language?) Readers will take a look! Think of it as a translator. ）

But at this time, Nice's father did not take the envelope, but said, "Son, read to me what is inside, it should be a letter." ”

Ness was very puzzled, because in the tone of his father's voice, his father seemed to know what was inside the envelope, but he obviously didn't open it now, how could he know? Such a large envelope must contain a letter.

And it looks so heavy.

Despite his doubts, Ness still opened the envelope, and the next second he saw only from the envelope.

Ness pulled out a folded roll of leather made of a special material that resembled some kind of animal.

They are stacked on top of each other, or rolled together, with a golden filament tied in the middle, and on the surface, you can clearly see the few fonts written in them at this time.

Under his father's gaze, Ness gently spread out the scroll, but strangely found that there was indeed something written on it.

But Ness ignored a glance and found that much of the content clearly seemed to have a grotesque style of language.

And the words on the content, although Nice knows it, but I don't know how, Ness always feels that what is written on the content is written a long time ago.

At this moment, Father Nice said softly: "Tell me what is above, my child." ”

After hearing this.

Ness did not hesitate any longer, and read softly: "My dear friend, I have been sure of the truth of the matter, I have seen the ancient god, who is galloping to his heart's content in our town in ruins, and whenever the moon is dark at night, I always see him under a tree, he is dressed in chilling white armor, he is leading a gallant steed three meters high, the horse's eyes are green, I know that the curse has appeared, and the prophecy we have seen before has come true, The world will no longer be our habitat, and we will be reduced to eternal slaves and undead! The plague is coming, death is coming, we will wander like ghosts, but I need us to be buried in this land forever, old friend, this city has no time to take care of it, and the surrounding mountains and forests will become our death...... Friend, call the child out, to the mysterious East, to the vast and mysterious land, where there is true fate, where we can rest in eternal peace, I see, where there are quaint minarets, where there is always the will to fight...... Friends, friends, hurry, hurry, we, time is running out! They're already on their way! ”

Ness read this, and the same end of the letter, and Ness read it more and more creepy, as if he had seen all the things described in the letter, whether it was the man leading the white horse, or the quaint minaret, and the mysterious Orient that he had never remembered before, or the wandering ghost.

Ness suddenly began to tremble, as if he felt something approaching him, and he felt a piercing chill.

But just when the extreme feeling of this moment is about to rise to the top.

A pair of large hands full of temperature gently pressed on his shoulders, and the hands on those shoulders had exceeded the limit of an imagination, as if the whole body of Nice had been burned through the clothes.

Nice's body seemed to be shaking again because of this thing, and at this time, it no longer trembled.

So he subconsciously turned his head, only to find that his father didn't know when he had stood behind him.

There was a smile on the loving face, but the cloudy eyes were fixed on Ness.

Nice's father spoke again: "Son, now I want you to go to that eastern land and find an Oriental child about your age, as the letter says, we don't have much time now. ”

Ness asked suspiciously, "East? What is that place? How should I find that Oriental kid who is about my age? Is it because of this letter, father, that you want me to go to this land with which I am not familiar? ”

Father Nice shook his head and said, "Yes and no. But the day has finally come. ”

Father Nice, the man with the thick white beard, said at this moment: "Son, if you would like to go to the East, you should also go out and see." ”

"Father, I do." Ness replied very dryly.

Ness felt that since his father asked him to do something, he should obey it no matter what, he was such an adult, he always had to do something for his father, and he had learned too much from his father.

"Child, you are very brave, but as for the Oriental child I want you to find, you can only rely on your own fate, you will meet at some time after all, so, child, pack your things as soon as possible, in the middle of the night tomorrow night, I will arrange for someone to send you away, don't miss your family too much......"

This evening.

Nice's father speaks in a surprisingly large way, more like he is telling one strange story after another, and he depicts things that Ness has never heard of in his life.

That night, I stayed up all night.

It seems that it was only because of this letter that Nice was on his way to a mysterious East.

And that night again.

Nice said goodbye to his family and friends and embarked on a journey.

That night, while leading to an unknown place, Ness fell asleep in a carriage on the road, which was warm and the seats were covered with the hair of some unknown animal.

Ness was in a trance when he suddenly heard the melodious sound of the flute again.

Some kind of wild rhythm burst out in Nice's dream, and this time he really realized, or even in the dream, he really realized.

In that father's letter, the real key.

It's clearly sending yourself away.

That's why, too.

In this sudden dream, in the far sea of boundless imaginary dreams, on the terrifying cliff, a tall knight riding a white horse appeared leisurely.

The white horse raised its upper body high, its muscles dancing back and forth in the shadows in the golden moonlight, and this strange feeling hit Nice's dream.

Ness saw again, and behind the white horse was a large green figure, a large green figure, with stiff limbs, dancing with the white horse's posture.

It was as if a burst of flames was burning.

Pestilence! Pestilence!

Terrible plague!

I don't know who it is, as if whispering in Nice's ear!!

Nice's body and mind, at this moment, fell into an extreme abyss-like fear!

At this moment, he finally understood.

The white horse and the knight are the important centers that really represent!

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