The central street of the Kingdom of Tustin is a sacred place, and in addition to the six huge stone pillars full of luxury, there is a lot of mud that has been molded into a legendary image.

The worship of these mud creatures is because they have long since lost their original faces, and the unpretentious faces have been carved into the flesh and incarnated as the last spiritual pillars from the ridiculous believers and the cynics, I really don't know if this is a lucky joke or an extreme existential sorrow.

Those majestic and noble heroic statues engraved with strong historical legends looked down on every corner of Tustin, as if they had been unwilling to return to the arms of the God of Light for thousands of years after their deaths, and had always wanted to come back to life and reign over the world again, but they must not have thought that in addition to accepting the worship of future generations, they must have had to listen to some harsh questions, even if these doubts may be covered by the wind and sand.

But there is no doubt that the statues have never suffered any harm, not even the dust on them, whether they have been baptized by war or evil heresy.

Li Laifu limped here, looking up at the epics and legends of the past, but he was greeted with a helpless salute.

Maybe the god of order is asleep, and there is also the slightest possibility that there is no such thing as a god who controls all the rules of nature in the Eternal Continent, at least Li Laifu can't help but show a wry smile when he looks at those countless cold white elves under the long black night.

"There is no world where the laws of the four seasons exist, chaotic and unbearable, and the work of the God of Light is really rough. ”

Li Laifu shook off his messy black hair, snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and glanced at this bustling street that should be strange but inexplicably familiar, this seven-year-old child actually had a literati feeling called 'melancholy'.

In the seven years that he has traveled here, the place where Li Laifu has lived for the longest time is the dilapidated attic in Max's mansion, where the boredom and boredom condense his dry and waveless mentality, and at the same time give him endless knowledge, which comes from all aspects, such as the chronicles of the major empires, as well as the immortal chanting chapters in the mouth of the bard, and such as the high-end basic three-dimensional theory of magic and the structural model of the space magic array, Li Laifu does not dare to say that he has unique insights at this point, at least he can make the knowledge of his predecessors familiar with it, but the only sadness is that this theoretical giant is actually a cripple, he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of the magic element, just like facing a gluttonous feast only to find that he had lost his sense of taste.

Seven years of study in a dark room.

If it were some young nobles, they would not have been able to endure this kind of hell, and there would be no beautiful girls who scratch their heads and let them pick, nor would they have the pride of spending a lot of money in the gladiatorial arena to watch life and death, and their lives would not be as good as the ascetic monks in the Elder Cathedral, at least they could still glance at the noble and beautiful saints of light with their spare eyes.

But Li Laifu always forgot his other name, Max Emery.

"The Glory Blacksmith, the estate of an old man in armor, is rumored to have been a knight of the kingdom. ”

"Magic Guild, nice place, it's just a pity I don't like it. ”

"The sinking capital, oh, it is said that the girl's breasts and brains are not proportional to each other, the favorite place of those nobles. ”

"The Iron-Blooded Mercenary Society, it seems that there is an A-level mercenary group registered here on the mainland. ”

Walking and stopping, Li Laifu casually glanced at every building with different styles in the central street, these buildings are like a never-tired sentinel, surrounding the statues of heroes in the central street of Tustin, Li Laifu let the snowflakes fall on his body, and everywhere he went to a place with a little touch with the word 'magnificent', the seven-year-old child would stop and stay for a while, as if thinking carefully about something, and then continue to move forward aimlessly.

In the seventh of the seven years, Li Laifu would reluctantly leave the attic every night, and then observe the world in his own way, after a year of baptism, Li Laifu in addition to having a strong physical strength that is difficult to match his peers, he inadvertently portrayed an intact Tustin Kingdom in his mind, this amazing talent has long been beyond the understanding of the world, but it will not be recognized by anyone, this is not an exception, but the product of the supremacy of the rights of the Eternal Continent, if the great magician who laughed at Li Laifu at the beginning of the magic union can become a bard make an evaluation of him again, then I guess the best result is to become a 'bard with a gift for memory'.

On the back of the pinnacle throne of the ancient Ottoman Empire is carved a phrase as sharp as a blade:

The truth of the Eternal Continent is pure power and supreme power, and all other heresies are bubbles.

This rotten sentence with a cliché flavor comes from the head of the hero who once looked down on the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the northern half of the Eternal Continent, that is, the iron-blooded emperor Osman I, who founded the country by killing.

The unintentional murmuring of the strong will naturally become a fashion sought after by the world, and the worship from the bones is the same in any world, but in the bright day, Li Laifu can smile and bow respectfully to the portrait depicting the majestic figure of Osman I, but then the painting has to face the tragic fate of being shattered at midnight.

This is not someone's ridiculous personality, but rather a sensitivity to threats, abandoning the profound rules of ancient Chinese and explaining it in the words of the pretentious and lengthy bards of the Eternal Continent, which can even be replaced by the simple word 'habit'.

Because he is an unruly mad dog, he has been chewing bitterness and contempt for seven years, the pain is accompanied by a smile, and he has condensed a pair of minions that can flicker in the dark night, and after many years, it is time for him to try blood and bones.

Barely showing a smile that could be considered arrogant, Li Laifu gritted his teeth and turned around, pointing his ass against a statue of a certain king of Tustin, releasing a certain gas that must be excreted physiologically.

"I'm sorry, God of Light, I forgot that you were once a hero, though I don't think your deeds are noble, oh no, how bad they are. ”

Li Laifu scratched his head honestly, and released his own madness on an empty but ancient street.

The statue's name was Tustin Cole, and he had been friends with the first patriarch of the Max family, screaming along the horn and screaming of glory and faith on the battlefield, but the end was a bit extreme.

One was mutilated by wind and frost, and the other was radiant and glorious even though it died.

A few breaths have passed, Li Laifu is a little interested, he is not a fool, but he still made a ridiculous clown for a few seconds when he knowingly committed a crime, looking for the touch and source hidden in his heart, Li Laifu found that it was only prompted by the three words 'protester' in the mouth of the old housekeeper who were as heavy as mountains and seas.

"It's the first time I've been stupid, and hopefully it's the last time. ”

As the wind and snow became more and more rampant, Li Laifu muttered, he had to restrain his unruly cynical appearance, shake off the thick layer of snow that had accumulated on his shoulders unconsciously, gave up his ambition to fight against the rules of nature with his head cramping, and gradually left the central street of the Tustin Kingdom with heavy steps.

"Huh?"

Before the wind and snow dissipated, the forged silver thick-soled boots were beaten, and the squeak seemed to alarm the sleep of some creatures, Li Laifu suddenly stopped, raised his head thoughtfully, and looked up at the vast and endless night sky.

"Why"

The melodious sound of the harp, followed by the low chanting of the mountain spring, like the sorrowful cry of Shinki, came from the night sky. The corners of Li Laifu's mouth opened slightly, his dark pupils seemed to be a little tired, and for the first time in seven years, he had the urge to cry.

The snowflakes in the dark night are like white elves dancing one by one, jumping and blooming, showing the last bit of stubbornness before they are about to disappear, like this ethereal chant that echoes in the night

"Whose holy light is so brilliant that immortality is by my side. ”

"Despair by the gallows, unforgettable and compassionate gaze to death"

"Singing, chanting, reminiscing about the desolation of the phantom. ”

"Ugly and strange faith, old people, where are you at this moment?"

"Wandering away, sobbing the sunset, roaring, exhausted, and spilling blood?"

"Singing, chanting, mourning everywhere with fallen leaves. ”

"Bleak desolation, old city, can you forget its splendor?"

"The walls of the decay are bathed in holy light, who prays in despair under the night?"

"O departed ones, do not forget our fragrance. ”

"Sing, sing, I once had a beautiful hometown. ”

"Sing, chant, I had dreams that weren't dead yet. ”

Li Laifu's dark eyes gradually became hollow, as if vaguely covered with a layer of mist, at this moment, he forgot all the shackles of being a nobleman, the aristocratic standards learned in seven years came to naught in an instant, regardless of the melancholy and melodiousness of the harp sound, let the wind and snow disappear in sorrow, he ran wildly, desperately rushed towards this sorrowful chanting, trembling lips as if crazy and kept chanting.

Who can stop this little bit of wind and snow?

This kind of lethal cold, even those who are struggling to eat and drink in the northern slums of the Kingdom of Tustin don't bother to waste time raising their eyes.

Anyway.

I'm going to find this bastard.