How much exposure has this statue experienced?

The eyes carved in the stone are so firm, the cunning and insidiousness of the nobles are not revealed at all, and the long sword on the waist has cracked, as if recording the sorrow of the past and the baptism of beacon fire, if possible, Li Laifu prefers to believe that this giant buried deep in the earth is a certain archbishop of the Holy See of Light, rather than a guy who wanders in the aristocratic ocean with the breath of interest and money.

The fate of life made him uneasy, and he had to endure the chirping of warblers and swallows in the years when he died and slept on the earth, and the black crow could rest on his head to rest, and he might feel that he would leave something disgusting when he came. In the past few decades, except for a limited number of people in the Max family, no one has ever wanted to waste time thinking about what kind of person he was in the past, hero, or scum?

Perhaps both of these missions can befall one person at the same time.

A knife and a moment, such as cutting and learning.

Li Laifu stroked the huge statue whose surface was already sunken, and his heart was full of mixed tastes, but in his dark eyes it seemed to be a sea, calm and deep, and the silence was terrible, like all the oceans before the storm, like a giant toothed cheetah waiting for an opportunity to break out with a fatal blow.

Protesters.

These three magical words have been deeply imprinted on his chest, whether it is Li Laifu in the past or Max Emory now, he can hardly imagine what kind of feat he has done before and after him to get such an evaluation, these three words are much more precious in Li Laifu's eyes than any "grand duke", "marquis" and even "cardinal".

The old butler Troy stood behind him, squinting, as if he wanted to smile, but he gave up after struggling for a while, and in some places he couldn't laugh, which carried his past memories and beliefs, and the atmosphere was so condensed and thick that he had to appreciate an emotion called 'melancholy'.

He slowly put his left hand on his heart, as if he was holding something in his right hand, his five fingers were put together, and he put it on his left wrist, his face was solemn, with a light but firm tone, as if he was reciting a passing epic: " Little Emery, you must remember that the nobles of the kingdom of Tustin could dance on the bellies of those young ladies every day, or find a free day to sip a few glasses of rum, and on a whim, perhaps take a carriage to the slums, give a few gold coins with blood flowing on their backs, and feel the thrill of being worshipped, and there is no need to be afraid of such people, for they are just a bunch of moths dying in pleasure. But the dervishes in Elder Cathedral do not, preferring to dedicate their lives to their faith and read a few of the Apocalypse of Light in the light under the scorching sun , or hide in a small and dark prison to feel the misery of the degenerate, or may walk alone in the hot desert with shackles and handcuffs, and the almost inhumane training has brought them terrifying power, so these monsters have powerful magic and combat power, as ascetic magicians, they must be stronger than any profession of the same level, they are the pillars of the Holy See of Light, this point, you have to keep in mind. ”

Is it news that was bought back at the cost of blood and lives?

Without the strength to think about the strange etiquette of the old butler, Li Laifu felt a little bitter in his heart, and the statue of Max Faro, the fourth head of the Max family, seemed to have thorns on it, so that he did not dare to touch it easily with his palm.

Subconsciously withdrew his hand, and a figure suddenly popped out of Li Laifu's mind.

What about the venerable silver knight Ryan, who spent his days shouting 'expel this ominous child' and 'for glory'?

Find out how a holy knight can combat the strange smell? Maybe there will be one in the library of Elder Cathedral!

Why are the dead heroes, but the living are a bunch of ridiculous clowns who sell their reputations?

Li Laifu gritted his teeth, as if he was clenching something in his hands.

"You have to remember that none of the rulers of the Eternal Continent are nobles who can only enjoy themselves, and their ability to control a pack of ambitious wolves and a few cunning and treacherous old foxes means that they are the real big players. ”

Troy looked at Emery, who was a little emotionally spoiled in his eyes, and said something like this, intentionally or unintentionally. Dressed in black robes without any ornaments that have anything to do with the light, he is as mysterious and noble as the prayer bell in the center of Elder Cathedral at midnight, the ancient vicissitudes of life will not be like those young knights, but once the grand bell is ringed, it will be baptized in every street of the entire Tustin Kingdom.

Ignorance and wisdom are two extremes, but there is only a thin line between them, which is why the difference between a madman and a genius is nothing more than one hiding in a psychiatric hospital while the other is proud.

Li Laifu did not deny that at some point he was indeed shocked by the words of the old butler Troy, but it was only a small pitiful and even negligible moment.

If it weren't for the ups and downs he had gone through in the past seven years, he would have laughed contemptuously by now.

The breeze accompanied by a slight drizzle, hit Li Laifu's seemingly immature cheeks, and the old butler in a black robe fiddled with the facial features on his face, and reluctantly restored his eyes and mouth to a smiling appearance, since what should be said is finished, then this mysterious old man is also ready to take little Emery back, you must know that His Excellency the Old Viscount has prepared a big gift for this child!

But Li Laifu didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, he looked up at this statue that didn't look very sacred, his hands behind his waist, the corners of his mouth opened and closed like an old man, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Meat eaters must, but that's only a small part, and the rulers of this continent aren't crooked and glorifying their virtues, or they're wise shepherds, I understand it that way, Troy. Li Laifu raised his voice.

The old butler smiled and nodded.

The wind and rain cast a dark color on Faro's statues, and the rain soaked the stones of thousands of years ago, and they were brought to life by a pair of intelligent and dexterous hands, and they were baptized and worshiped over the years, at the cost of losing their original appearance.

Time seemed to stand still.

Troy suddenly closed his eyes and asked softly, "Little Emery, can't you still feel any fluctuations in the magic element?"

Li Laifu lowered his head and smiled bitterly, shook his head, and the old housekeeper also smiled helplessly, and said in a tone that even he felt pale and weak: " It doesn't matter, little Emery, you have to believe that wisdom on this continent may be more convincing than strength, if you really can't raise the scepter embedded with the magic crystal nucleus to explore the deep ocean of ignorance, you might as well try another way, you look at the king of Tustin, although he is only a leader in a remote area, and behind him there are countless strong men, maybe the great magician who swims in the middle of the sea of ignorance and wisdom, maybe the golden swordsman who sweats against the scorching sun to hone his physique, or the strange killer who lurks in the darkness to drink blood and quench thirst, but even a noble and powerful person like them has to bow their heads and brows under the pressure of royal powerat your disposal. ”

Troy gasped, and his comfort to Li Laifu did not mention a profession that raised the sword of glory in his hand specifically for the kingdom.

Knights, whether in an empire with a strong heritage and history, or in a small country like Tustin, are the backbone of the profession, they have fanatical beliefs and unwavering spiritual missions, but this does not mean everything.

Because Max is a knight family in his vein.

Li Laifu was silent, and Troy's bitter words were in his ears like the murmur of a sleeper, but he had found something worth studying.

If it weren't for his own delusion, then Li Laifu could already be sure that this old butler was indeed a hidden powerhouse.

Although the rain and breeze can easily disturb a person's subtle perception, Li Laifu's intuition still whispers the two mysterious words 'enchantment' in his ear.

The moment Troy closed his eyes, Li Laifu felt as if he had experienced endless eternal years. The air froze, the balance of heaven and earth fell apart, and countless elements trembled and restlessed, but only himself and the black-robed old man were undisturbed, as if they were in another parallel world opposite to the Kingdom of Tustin.

The strongest person Emery has seen so far is the great magician who ridiculed him a few years ago that he can only become a bard, the old gentleman in the dark blue mage robe once condensed a crystal ball of water in his hand without chanting a lengthy incantation, at that time Li Laifu was envious for a while as a fledgling who had just entered the mainland, but now he found that the great magician who had performed fancy skills in front of the old Troy was really as ridiculous and pathetic as a clown, whether it was a hypocritical strong or a real weak, they were always born with arrogant self-esteem, and will never even find the nameless people who are silently watching him beside him, and it just so happens that those who don't speak are often the winners behind the scenes.

Looking at the inexplicable smile on the old butler's wrinkled face, Li Laifu suddenly became very interested in the outside world.

"St. Fet's Academy, what kind of smile will the people there, silently watching in the dark, or being bohemian and arrogant?"

As the wind and rain became more and more excited, the two figures, one tall and one short, slowly disappeared, and the statue of Max Faro stood in the wind and rain, and the stone-carved eyes looked up at the sky above the Eternal Continent.

Ancient astrologers once said that the last day of the 515th year of the Eternal Calendar is the beginning of the chapter of the sword and the prologue of the flowers.