The clear water of the river was gurgling, and a simple tent had been set up in the shade of a sloping tree at the foot of the Eagle Fall Mountain, and a fat deer had just been slaughtered on the campfire, and several poorly dressed servants were turning around and spilling salt on it by cutting openings in it with knives to let the grease run out.

It wasn't long before a roasted golden and crispy deer hind leg was brought to a long, rough-looking wooden table, divided into pieces of meat and placed on two plates—no expensive spices, but still a tempting taste.

Edward, who was sitting in the chair, had no appetite at all, and all his attention was on the black-haired boy in front of him—the messy black hair was combed into a ponytail at the back of his head, and his black pupils seemed to glow strangely, making it impossible to take his eyes off it.

But this black-haired boy who looked unthreatening and much younger than himself was the great chief of the Blue Wolf Clan, who had almost killed his own people several times - and perhaps become the king of the land in the future.

But Asriel, who was sitting opposite, seemed to be unaware, and enthusiastically lifted the flask on the table to fill Edward's glass, with a childish smile on his face: "Sorry, we can't get your Turin wine here, I hope you like this crude drink." ”

"Thank you very much. Nodding slightly, Edward took a sip—in fact he hadn't drunk at all, rather that he hadn't intended to eat anything in the first place.

Obviously, the Great Wolf Chief on the other side didn't invite him to eat, and looked at Edward with curiosity and winked: "You know, you're the first guy I met who is exactly like me. I've never seen a second guy with the same black hair and black eyes!"

"I think it's some kind of hint from God to us - before I met you, in fact. I've always been thinking about the guy who could kill Gracchus. What kind of person could it be?" Asriel looked at Edward with a smile on his lips, "I'm curious about you. ”

"Actually, I thought at first that you might not come, and the guy who can defeat Gragu must be cunning and shrewd enough, how can he be so obvious?"

"But here I am. Edward said calmly.

"That's right, so I understand another thing - you're probably quite confident in your sword skills, so confident that no matter how many men I send, you're completely sure that you can fight your way out. The young Blue Wolf Grand Chief raised his eyebrows proudly.

"You don't believe it?"

"Nope. I am convinced of it—for Kaho died at your hands, and that was one of my best warriors. Asriel played with the knife on the table as he spoke, "Luckily, I'm also confident in my swordsmanship, otherwise this tent would have been full of my men. ”

"What exactly do you want to say?" Edward frowned—the Great Wolf Chief was too difficult to deal with, "Let's be more straightforward." ”

"Do you believe in past and future lives, Edward Witwood?" Asriel stared at Edward with a rather strange gaze, "Maybe we lived in another world, maybe ...... This world is not the only world God has created?"

"Maybe you won't believe me when I say that, but I feel this way when I see you—where I have seen you, not in the land of Handi or in the kingdom of Turin, but in another world. It's a completely different world from here. Asriel struggled to portray: "There...... Everywhere it was white and the beds were white. The walls are white, and the people are wearing white ......"

"Perhaps. Edward nodded indifferently - since the other party was going to talk nonsense, he would accompany him: "So, you have seen me in 'that world'?"

"That's right!" Hearing that Edward finally answered, Asrael's face showed a slight smile: "Although it is only once, and it has been too long and too long, but I can't forget it until now!"

"You in that world...... Not so strong, looks quite weak, and can even be said to be a sick seedling, can only lie in bed and can't even move. ”

"You don't have that many subordinates, and you don't have many friends...... I hold a bunch of books all day and read them all day, and then tell the stories on them to others......"

"In fact, you in that world...... It doesn't look like you. But the eyes, yes, this is it...... Only the eyes are exactly the same, and the fact that they are all black hair and black eyes, if it weren't for this, I would never have recognized it!" ............

The young Blue Wolf Chief kept talking, but Edward, who was sitting across from him, was expressionless - Asriel was watching his expression all the time, but in the end he was a little disappointed, this guy didn't even seem to react at all.

“...... Edward, who was still sitting there calmly, looked at the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf who had stopped talking, and the quiet black pupils were extremely profound: "Please allow me to ask one more question - what exactly do you want to do?"

"I think I've made it obvious enough. Asriel finally stopped smiling, his eyes cold to the point of penetrating, "I admire you, Edward Witwood - and we both have a lot of similarities, and I want to believe that it was a revelation from the gods, so I didn't kill last night!"

"Defeating Gracchus is enough to prove your abilities as a commander, and being able to kill Kaho is enough to make any Blue Wolf Warrior respect you!" Asriel raised his glass and took a sip, "I can give you anything you want as long as you are willing to pledge your allegiance to me!"

"Glacchus you must know - he came to me with only one or two thousand warriors willing to follow him, but then what about the fact that I put him in charge of a mighty clan of fifty thousand, I think that is enough to prove how generous I am!"

"Tell me, Edward Wetwood, the Duke of Humtu City you are loyal to can give you as much as you want, if you name a number, whether it's a warrior, a clan, a land, or whatever, I can double it all!" Asriel's face showed a little pride and pride: "The Green River Valley or the Eagle's Nest River Valley, I can make them your territory!"

Looking at the pair of slightly expectant and somewhat smug eyes, Edward also raised his glass: "............ Indeed, you are right, His Highness Anson Marcherus trusts me, but he will not give so much of it, but I will not be loyal to you. ”

"Oh, why?" Asrael's face didn't show much anger, but rather curiosity.

"For I will not be allegiance to a dead man. Edward said lightly, then put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the towering mountain peak in the distance: "This is where you stopped, maybe there will be another stone tablet in the near future - the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf, Asriel, the most powerful king of the Han Earth, is buried here!"

"Then I won't have any more hands left, Edward Witwood. Asrael calmly drank the wine in the cup: "I will do my best to kill all of your poor thousands, and not a single one will be left!"

"By the way, while you were still desperately resisting last night, I have sent two armies of almost a thousand blue wolf warriors over the Eagle's Fall Mountain, waiting for your reinforcements on the way. The black-haired boy tilted his head, and his cruel smile contained a bit of curiosity.

"I really want to see what your despair looks like, Edward Witwood - do you get angry when you see death? Do you cry in pain when you break bones little by little, smash teeth and tear out ears and gouge out nose?"

"Who knows?" Edward slowly stood up, his deep gaze still unceremoniously meeting Asrael's, "but you'll never know. (To be continued.) )