"It wasn't until a year later, when the door opened, that we could leave calmly. The prince indifferently probed the present situation, his voice was not loud, but for some reason Peterch raised his head as if he were moved.

"That's all it takes, anyway, as long as it's not too boring, I can still bear this loneliness...", and then he yawned, covering his head with one hand, and stumbled towards the Phantom Sword Hall.

"By the way, my injuries are almost healed now. Also, I'd like to borrow a book from your library to read, okay?" his voice came slowly, and in the blink of an eye, his agile pace had crossed most of the greenhouse.

Ai Suyan sighed slightly: There is no way, but with his personality, it does seem like there is borrowing and repaying...

Time is like a speeding arrow, fleeting, incomparable, and its power is enough to break through all the barriers of fate. Therefore, even in this short year, the world outside the secret room is still turbulent, as before.

In the eternal land of the Holy Wing Empire, in a corner of the southwest, in the shadow of the mountains, there is a mysterious area that is not abrupt to the world, but it is not to be ignored.

It is a quiet valley, pure and beautiful, where the majestic gray mountains are divided in two, and some say that it is fate, because without this division, the "Great Gray Valley" would not exist and be looked up to by the world.

The towering walls stretch from the mountainsides of the two mountain ranges, the wide and tall gates open in the center like a closed gap, and the gray warhawk banner flutters high, symbolizing the faith of the people here who will never fall.

The sky was always gray, like a dreary cloudy day, and incredibly, it was really, indeed, a decade without rain.

As a result, the "Quiet Stream", which flowed from the territory to the distance, gradually began to dry up.

Countless evergreen vines sprout in the mountains and eventually entangle the edges of the walls and the town-like clusters of buildings within, so much so that the owner regularly sends servants to clean up the sturdy and unbridled leaves.

In the center of the territory, at the heart of the vast complex, the "Castle of the Grey Valley", guarded for generations by the legendary Condor Guards, the strongest warriors of the Holy Wing Empire, is the same as the city wall that was completed nine hundred years ago, but stands quietly, like a silent stone giant.

The "Imperial Grey Eagle" is a unique species here, they have always been known for their sharp claws and fierce character, and the interesting Imperial people always like to refer to them together with the "Imperial Griffin" as the so-called "Sky Duo", and the powerful combat power of the two belongs to the "Grey Valley Lord" and the "Royal Court" respectively.

The people of the Holy Wing Empire often say, "Absolutely no one but the Great Emperor would dare to invade the Grey Valley lightly, because it doesn't take a moment for the eagle's minions to completely tear their flesh to shreds..."

This is the territory of the Imperial Prince, Riddle Grey Valley: the Valley of the Eagles. The sacred prestige that helped unify the empire thousands of years ago and has been passed down to this day has been tested by history, and the name "Valley of Heroes", like the evergreen vines that can be seen everywhere here, seems to never wither.

On a sunny day when the breeze was blowing through the hair of pedestrians, on the training ground in the center of the Eagle Valley Territory, many guards around the field suddenly bowed in unison and said, "Honorable lord." ”

Then, under the astonished gaze of the others, a young man in leather armor with long gray-brown hair strolled into the room, attracting the whispers of some of the non-military people in the vicinity.

"Wow, it's Lord Lord... Sure enough, as rumored, it was really handsome and extraordinary, you see, the gray-brown curly hair like waves, and the sturdy figure, how charming this must be..."An ordinary aristocratic girl who stopped to watch the training said to the waiter on the side with a blush on her face.

"Isn't it?" replied the maid, "and Miss, when you look at his eyes, they are also deep gray-brown, and they often stare into the distance with a sense of fascination, like an endless ocean, so that one cannot guess his inner world at all..."

"But he usually likes to stay in the castle to attend to business, how could he suddenly appear here today?" said the noble girl curiously.

"I heard that his archery skills are also the best in the world, and today, eighty percent of them can see his performance!" the attendant suddenly said with a little excitement.

The man glanced at his surroundings slightly, then nodded slightly, ordered his followers to stop, and calmly walked towards a corner of the training ground.

"Solo, Warry. How are you two doing with your archery, report back to me on the short-range. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his grayish-brown gaze shifted to the two children in front of him with bows and arrows.

"Welcome back, brother! we both hit the Ten Rings just now, and we were both thirty meters away! Vorry and I both remember this record-breaking!" said a child about twelve or thirteen years old at the beginning, confident and excited.

The young man smiled slightly, then looked at the two flying arrows that hit the core straight above the arrow target in front of him, and said happily and restrainedly: "Not bad, but there is still room for improvement." When you are fully proficient in the art of archery, I will teach you the 'magic bow', which is a kind of university question. ”

The boy named Solo suddenly jumped three feet high with joy: "Really, thank you, brother, but can you put on a show for us now?"

So he stretched out his hand and drew the longbow from the weapon rack on the side, and then bent the bow and arrow, and everyone on the side suddenly couldn't help but hold their breath, as if they were afraid of missing this great opportunity.

I heard that the "magic archery" that is the only one in the Holy Wing Empire is only specially prepared for the superb archers who have already integrated human arrows, and while integrating the power of magic, the brilliance is extraordinary, and it can also defeat the enemy without hindrance. Everyone is eager to see for themselves: the youngest warrior of the Ashengu family, and his extraordinary skills.

He took a deep breath, and the longbow string in his hand pulled slowly, inch by inch... Everyone's eyes were also burning and anxious, like a boiling tide...

At this moment, a loud voice came from behind itself: "Hayes!

He lowered the longbow in his hand, and then, with a little frustration in the eyes of the crowd, he met the hunter who was slowly walking towards him under the gaze of the guards. "I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Hayes. However, I do have an important thing to say about this time. The Cloud Hunter stopped and said with an unchanged face.

"The visit of the Cloud Hunter must be imminent. Some of the guards around him were already well versed in the lords' minds, and they hurriedly moved out of the way so that the two of them could move calmly.

Looking closely, the Cloud Hunter was also covered in silver-white leather armor, but unlike Lord Hayes, his arms and calves were completely exposed, and he wore a hunter's skirt made of leopard fur around his waist, and the bow and arrow on his back looked cold and coordinated, and everyone knew at a glance that this was a different and experienced veteran hunter.

"So, the guest of Eagle Valley who visited here twenty years ago: the master of the 'Bow of the Fallen Leaves', what are the important things that you, as a cloud hunter, have encountered that you do not want to hide in your heart, but have come to tell me as a friend?" Hayes asked solemnly, with a twitch of his dark brown eyebrows, his muscular body swaying easily from side to side.

"The future and fate of the Valley of the Eagle are at stake, and I will never dare to neglect you, Lord Lord. The Cloud Hunter said with a slight bow, pulling out a golden envelope with a cheetah from his waist and handing it to Hayes's chest with sincerity.

"I see, it's a letter from the Fendall family, it's interesting, these guys actually have a time to ask for help. The cheetah motif is the symbol of the Findal family, and Hayes opens the envelope and hums a little tune as he reads the words intently.

After a while, the unread words in the letter gradually thinned, and Hayes's expression changed subtly as the process progressed.

His expression suddenly changed to its usual calmness, but it suddenly reflected a feeling of surprise and anger.

The gray-brown eyes also made people feel cloudy for a moment.

"Is this something that they should bring up as the head of the council?" he snorted coldly, "Recruit the Gray Valley to guard the front line, my father is the chief army minister in the imperial capital, why don't they discuss it?"

The cloud hunter bowed slightly: "So, what does Lord Lord mean is to refuse this matter in order to avoid the war affecting himself?"

"Even if the Empire is unable to resist the enemy's attack, I will never agree to such an unreasonable demand, victory in the war requires extraordinary intelligence, but unfortunately, our Gray Valley family has put enough effort into it. He suddenly turned around and poured the letter into the envelope again, and then he forced his anger and said, "Please return this letter to them in its original form, and convey my meaning: there are only more than 3,000 guards left in the Gray Valley, and we are unable to support the front, and we need to protect ourselves." If you wish to consult with Imperial secrets, please do not hesitate to inform the War Secretary, Riddle Greyvalley. ”

The Cloud Hunter took the envelope, his gaze was calm and calm, and suddenly, he glanced at Hayes with a smile on his face.

"Is there anything unclean on me?" the lord asked, surprised.

"No, but I can't help but sigh: you and your father are so similar!" said the Cloud Hunter, "you are both upright and resolute, and you are all loyally defending the Grey Valley. ”

"Because all those who grew up here will never forget the oath and power of the Warhawk Knights of yesteryear. ”

"That includes me as well: Hayes, the son of Riddle Ashengue. This is my hometown, and I will not abandon it even if the mountains and rivers are exhausted. ”