Tick, tick.

The wall clock on the wall, where it swings regularly. The bird of paradise at the top of the wall clock was staring at the anxious young man with great interest, wondering why he was bothered.

Finally calmed down, Ronald was forced to press on the chair by Bruno. Under Bruno's patient persuasion, he first put a little blood into the bottle that Bruno handed him, and then described the strange memory fragment to them in detail.

As he recounted these things, both men were quiet, without interrupting Ronald, who had become somewhat incoherent with excitement. Halfway through this, Christine suddenly got up and went to find a pen and paper, ready to write it down. Seeing the inquiring glint in his eyes, Bruno smiled slightly, knowing that Kerry had already taken care of it.

After listening carefully to the intermittent memories of that time, Christine and Bruno patiently asked many questions, including what were the shapes of the eleven vertices of the circle, how much he remembered the patterns etched on the ground, and the structure of the human body in the ice coffin......

Bruno even took off Ronald's shirt and pointed to the shoulder blades on his back. Over and over again, the two of them took turns in turns, trying to capture every detail of Ronald's memories.

The two of them, from time to time, also debated fiercely about a certain detail, and their words were mixed with a lot of technical jargon. Ronald found himself unable to figure out what they were talking about, and he felt as if he was becoming more confused as he listened.

Dragonborn, perhaps, from an alien plane? What does that mean?

Ronald's head suddenly grew.

"Anything else you'd like to add?"

"Huh?" Ronald was silent for a moment, "I don't remember much. ”

The mage stared at him very seriously: "Think about it again. ”

Boom.

The quill pen in Christine's hand kept scribbling out scribbled characters, and he recorded them on the paper at great speed. It was fine at first, but as the memories deepened, Ronald began to have migraines again.

Ha, ha.

He began to gasp for breath and his brow furrowed.

Seeing him holding his head, his muscles bursting out, and his face sweating with a painful look, Bruno quickly gave Christine a look.

Christine nodded knowingly, and immediately stopped asking and taking notes. He quickly put the pen and paper on the table, and then Christine took out a short wooden staff and whispered a few words to Ronald.

As the spell was completed, a light blue halo erupted from the short wooden staff, enveloping Ronald's body.

Ronald, who had a splitting headache, suddenly felt a coolness rush into his head, which made his migraine suddenly improve a lot. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Bruno's sincere smile: "I'm sorry, Luo, the two of us asked too much." ”

He rubbed his forehead, which was still a little painful, and shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile.

Bruno patted him lightly on the shoulder, and a trace of concern flashed in his eyes: "It's not early, you better go back quickly." We'll look into your memories well. ”

Ronald still pressed his forehead, his expression a little tired: "I'll come back to you when I get the exact news." ”

As soon as he lifted his foot, Bruno reminded him: "By the way, the thing about Kerry not being human......"

Ronald turned around, and his expression suddenly became very serious: "I understand. Since you choose to trust me, I will not let you down. ”

"Oh oh, I knew you were such a person!" Bruno suddenly put his arm around Ronald's shoulder, a smile on his face. As he spoke, he smirked at the silent Christine: "How is it, Kerry, I, Bruno, am very accurate in seeing people!"

Brownhair sighed slightly, and took the blood vial in Bruno's hand into his arms.

Bruno didn't care either, he patted Ronald on the shoulder again: "Okay, okay, that guy will definitely study it seriously." ”

By the time Ronald came out of Red Maple Avenue, there were already sparse lights outside. In a tavern not far away, there were a few laughs from the drinkers from time to time.

He frowned, and hurried in the direction of the castle.

No, both are lunatic, damn it, no wonder they're wanted by the Church...... God, how could I have anything to do with him!

Until now, his mind was still entangled in their analysis, whether it was true or not, he still felt that it was still difficult for him to accept. Although when I was an apprentice in Gehado Village, I had heard Har and them talk about other races on the mainland, but at that time, I was just thinking of it as a novelty......

He had some anticipation for the unknown, but more than that, he was uneasy, and he kept pressing his head, his face anxious. That expression frightened several pedestrians on the road to slow down their pace, deliberately avoiding his travel route.

If I really weren't human......

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he forcibly threw it out.

Don't think about it, let's concentrate on avenging Uncle Falar.

As he walked, Ronald suddenly felt that something was wrong around him. He frowned, but his footsteps did not stop, but secretly pressed his hand on the hilt of the long sword, ready to deal with the emergency. In this way, until he reached the vicinity of the apple orchard outside the city, Ronald suddenly stopped and turned to face the few people who were following him all the way.

"Who are you?" his expression was cold, his body bowed slightly, and his left leg took a small step back, ready to draw his long sword at any moment.

Realizing that the target had discovered it, the figures hiding in the woods were no longer hiding, and they walked out from behind the trees. Before Ronald could take a closer look, a familiar voice came.

"Damn was discovered, I'm not a messy master, guys give me and remove his arm!"

Several ruffians, wielding daggers and daggers, followed behind Nash, forming a fan with cautious steps, encircling Ronald tightly.

Quickly glancing at the big men, Ronald didn't move, letting them surround him. He just stared at the curly, and his tone began to become cold: "It turned out to be you, didn't you suffer enough last time?"

Nash raised the dagger in his hand with a look of resentment, "Ha, I'm going to let you eat enough today!" he said, glancing at his companion.

After a whistle, the five thugs gathered by Nash tacitly launched an offensive at the same time.

Ronald frowned, bent his knees slightly, and pulled out his sword with a sudden force.

Qiang.

Then, several blue half-moon tracks flashed by in the dim night.

The next moment, those menacing thugs were beheaded without exception, and they didn't even have time to scream. From their throats, a column of blood erupted into the sky. The pillar of blood rushed into the air, turning into a rain of blood, scattering and falling.

Bang, bang.

Along with the rain of blood, the heads that still had blank expressions and the bodies that were still spurting blood fell to the ground.

Spike!

Gently flicking the blood from the blade of the sword, he retracted the sword and returned it to its sheath. Without looking at the corpses, Ronald took another step and walked in the direction of the castle. By the time he returned to the castle, it was already half dark.

He was just about to report back to Blair when he saw Blair talking and laughing with the Grand Duke of Helrington coming down the hallway. He quickly stepped aside and made way for them. Because he cared about Bruno's relationship, he inevitably had some mind about this Archduke of Herrington, and secretly couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

This small action was discovered by the Grand Duke of Herrington. This middle-aged nobleman in his forties couldn't help frowning: "Why haven't I seen you in the castle?"

Blair laughed and said, "Oh, you're back." He pointed at Ronald: "This young man's name is Ronald, and he was brought by Her Royal Highness the Princess from the Snow Bear Valley, and his skills are not bad, so I will stay with me." ”

After looking at Ronald for a moment, Archduke Helrington nodded at him in greeting, and continued to laugh with Blair.

Ronald watched them leave quietly until their backs disappeared at the end of the hallway, when he took a step and headed for his room. Seeing the bearskin package on the table, he couldn't help but pat his thigh, with a look of chagrin: "Oops, I actually forgot about this!" Stuffing the package under the wooden bed, he said to himself: "Forget it, I'll talk about it next time I look for him." ”

Ronald, who took off his coat and planned to rest, found that he did not feel sleepy at all. After tossing and turning a few times on the bed, he was stunned as he glanced at the moonlight outside the window with his hand on the pillow.

Next to the bright silver moon, a reddish moontip hides underneath. The night sky was full of stars, and he was blinking his eyes and looking curiously at the black-haired young man who couldn't sleep in the castle.

After a moment of staring at the beautiful stars, Ronald suddenly got up and rolled up the sleeves of his arms. He stared silently at the ice mark on his arm. Reaching out and touching it, there was no pain, just a very normal skin touch. Sighing slightly, his hand moved to the scar on his sideburns, rubbing it gently.

He muttered to himself, repeating Christine's original words in the afternoon: "There are many races that can have their own magic without meditating. It's a pity that among these many races, there is no human race. ”

He lowered his head and stared at his right hand. Soon, a chill spread from his body, and a crystal clear ice crystal condensed from his palm.

How did my magic grow? Like martial arts, does it also improve through constant battles?

The Christine said, "The situation I depicted was very much like an altar or a circle of rituals. According to him, that is, before I lost my memory, I experienced some kind of ritual transformation into an inhuman being?

Thinking about it, his migraine started to attack again. A sharp tearing pain burst through his mind, and he slapped his forehead again and again, trying to relieve the tearing pain in his mind.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his brow furrowed more and more tightly until it became a mess.

Ha, ha.

Gradually, Ronald's breathing became rapid. Feeling worse and worse, he jumped to his feet, quickly stood up, and shook his head desperately. That memory also came to an abrupt end, replaced by a blank in my mind.

His right eye was suddenly bloodied, as if he had pink eye. Feeling a sharp pain in his right eye, he forced himself to close it. Tears kept pouring out of his eyes, causing him to blink, but the pain didn't last long.

Call.

Wiping away the tears from his eyes, Ronald let out a long breath and lay down again.

Creak.

The bed board was pressed out of a burst of grievances.