The well-fed fellow happily returned to the library, and I asked him to find me Wryon's books, but after waiting for a long time I couldn't hear him. Hurried to find him, only to find him with his head arched on the ground with a few books.

I was startled by his appearance, and I quickly touched his face...... Damn it! I fell asleep!

I knew I wouldn't give him any drink!

It was really heavy to lie down not too high, and the ground of this kind of stone slab was very cold, so I dragged him to a recliner by the table. Thankfully, he found three books for me before I fell unconscious.

The first book was called "The King's Revenge", but the pages in this book were loose and falling apart.

It is still a record of the Gnoll War waged by Philip, but this book contains more names than the one in "The Fall of Soradin", but it is very strange that there is only one sentence in the whole book that mentions him, "Langdon Ureon quickly gathered the Praetorian Guard to support."

In other words, Landon Ureon is really not an officer of the Order, not even a member. He was the leader of the Praetorian Guard.

The next few pages are missing, presumably before the war, and the last pages of the book are gone.

He was indeed the leader of the Praetorian Guard, but the king was killed in battle. Although it is not necessary for the king to die in battle and the leader of the Praetorian Guard must be killed in battle, I am curious about what happened.

This made me look up at the sleeping guy.

It is precisely because only the name and position of Ureon are left in this book that I have to have some associations. And the record of the Guards only says that they were cleaning up the battlefield...... Maybe that's not what the Janissaries should do.

I thought about it, but unfortunately all I could think of was what was written in the missing pages...... Maybe it will be bad for the king.

"How did I fall asleep......" he suddenly sat up from his chair.

"You'll have to practice your drinks, Barriga." I said with a smile.

"You brought me here." He stood up and moved his waist, "It's still fragrant." He said smashing and smashing his mouth.

"The book is broken." I pushed the book over.

"Yes." He walked over and pressed his hand to the book, "But there is a record of Ureon in this book. ”

"Anyway, you can find me someone with more records, there is only one sentence in it, do you know?" I tapped my finger at it, "Do you know how thick this book is!" ”

"Hmm...... There's only one sentence, and I thought you would be useful. ”

"What about the other pages?"

"I don't know."

"You're the Administrator."

"I don't know." He rubbed his eyes. "It was already like this when I took over this place."

"Who borrowed this book?"

"This ...... I do not know. ”

"Don't you have a borrowing record?"

"Ah, you reminded me...... yes, I've never written about it, and if you have a borrowing record, you know who has read it. He looked at me earnestly. I'm going to make a record. ”

"Record what?"

"The book you read." His tone and expression were so natural.

"I'll record it later, I'm asking you to remember it later, don't remember it now."

"Why?"

"You ......," I was suddenly asked. You...... Help me organize the information I need first, and you can do those things when you are free. ”

"I can help you while you record." As he spoke, he walked to his desk.

Looking at this guy, I really don't know if he really lacks a heart.

"Do you have an impression of the account of the battle of Wryon?" I flipped to another book in front of me.

"What do you want to know?" He buried his head in the record like he ate a pork chop.

I looked at him and pouted. "Isn't there any more Alexton in the books?"

"No, he's only here, and that's all he has."

"Are you sure?"

"Barriga doesn't drink, but Barriga's head remembers it clearly." He said.

"And after that? He's the head of the Knights, is he dead? Or resignation or something. You always know that there are some guys named Alexton after that. ”

"I know Liz's uncle works long at a manor in the west called Alexton." He said.

"How do you know?"

"Liz has been very good to me."

I frowned and squinted at him. "How did she treat you?"

"She sewed this dress for me." He said, "It's so beautiful." ”

"How did you meet?"

"She sometimes sits here in a daze." He didn't look up, "It's the chair in front of you." ”

"So you know.?

"She would occasionally sit in this place in a daze, and then sit for a long time. Sometimes she would cry, and I once asked her why are you crying? But she never answered me. ”

"So does she usually talk to you?"

"Occasionally, I say it. But most of the time she's a silent person. ”

"What did she tell you?"

"She rarely laughs and always seems unhappy. I asked her why she wasn't happy, she didn't say, I don't know what's wrong with her. ”

"I asked you what she said, not what she was crying about."

She said...... If a person has made a mistake in this life that is difficult to forgive, how can they be forgiven? She said it was all her fault. ”

"What else?" My heart sank.

"She asked me if there was anything I could do to forget the past without much effort."

"What did you say?"

"I don't know, I remember everything."

"Hmph." I snorted disdainfully.

"But I remember that forgetting doesn't take effort. Although I don't understand, I remember the past. He didn't speak like he was lying.

"Didn't she come after that?"

"Come, she comes often, and a man comes to her, but she doesn't seem to like the man very much."

"Who's that man?"

"It's called Felix."

"Anyone else?"

"There's an old man who takes good care of her."

I nodded, "It's called Filip, isn't it?" ”

"You know him. He lives nearby. ”

I nodded, "Well, you have a good memory, keep up the good work!" With that, I closed the book and ended the conversation.

Suddenly I wanted to hug her, hold her little face in my hands, or let her put her face against my chest again. This sweet feeling comes back to me.

I suddenly became very irritable, and there was an indescribable emptiness or fatigue in my whole back, and the churning in my chest made me restless. What was in front of me became irrelevant, and I didn't even want to look at it again.

I stood up and gritted my teeth. "I'm leaving, thank you, Barriga." I said and walked out. He looked at me in some surprise and didn't speak.

When I walked out, I turned back again. Barriga went to sort out the books, and I walked over to his desk and ripped off the page of the borrowing record on the desk.

Sitting in the tavern eating at noon, watching the old faces of the peasants around me talking and laughing and wrinkled did not make me settle down. I didn't know how to vent my discomfort.

Becoming more and more irritable, I galloped on my horse, and when the last rays of light disappeared at the end of the field, I slowly stopped. This feeling is like the impatience after the addiction and the emptiness after venting.

I left North County in this way, and walked until midnight when I stood at the intersection where I had to part with Elle, and the sea oath was still in my ears.

Maybe I should ...... Go find her.

Thinking of this, I turned my horse's head and headed west.

Let it continue to happen, since I'm living here, why don't I be willful and live freely, I'm tired enough to live! Why is it that you are still in such pain?

The wind at night was cold and wet, but it was reassuring to me. The night made the horses wind under their hooves, and they ran until dawn. I can't run anymore, I'm just this horse.

I led it to the side of the road, and with the slight glow of the sky, a fire was made, and I was tired.

The warmth of the fire made sleepiness hit me instantly, and I curled up by the fire, squinting at the flames jumping gently, and soon fell asleep.

I felt like I saw Lothar, he was in a firelight, surrounded by orcs. Why is he the only one here? What about the guards around him?

I tried to shout at him, but he didn't answer me, and an orc ran towards me, and I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

The fear is familiar, but not as strong as it used to be. But it still makes me want to turn around and run. Two orcs ran up to me, and they tore at my clothes. As soon as I twisted my body, I tore into a fight with them.

But when I looked closely, it was an orc! It's clearly human. I told him you're looking for the wrong person, I'm not Mason, I'm Colonel Bill of the Kingdom of Alterac. One of them let go of his hand. But the other one stared at me so hard that he wouldn't let me go.

When I looked up at Lothar, he was gone. How could I be standing on a very high mountain, the sky is red, the mountains are red, the earth in the distance is red, but there is scorching magma flowing around.

I looked down at the bottom of the mountain, and the two armies were fighting at the bottom of the mountain, and I couldn't tell if it was a man or a man, or a man and an orc. At this time, I suddenly felt a rush of excitement in my heart, and turned my head to the person who was pulling me next to me and shouted, "I must save them." ”

However, the person next to me said to me coldly. "Save yourself first."

At this time, I noticed that several dogs were coming towards me in the distance, and the clear barking of the dogs made me panic and have to run!

The dog's barking grew louder and louder, and the horse began to neigh.

Horse barking...... The voice is so real.

Suddenly I opened my eyes, and I was directly stunned by the scene in front of me. That's not a dream at all! There are a few monsters around the horse that I don't know what they are.

The horse tried to break free, but the monsters had already pounced on the horse.

I've never seen any of these creatures, they were all black or brown fur, and they stood upright on their legs, but they weren't human feet at all, but like the hind legs of a dog or a wolf. Their tails are not long, with only a small handful of hair on their buttocks.

And some of them are wearing armor! I don't know which unlucky guy died and was picked off by them and put on himself.

Their curved backs are connected to a large head. The head looks like a dog or a wolf, but it seems to be bigger.

My horse was miserable, it was thrown to the ground by a dozen monsters, and although it tried to break free, the reins on it hurt it.

I slept so hard just now! I didn't even notice how these things were touched!

The cry of the horse in the dream is what it makes...... But I really can't save it! Thankfully, it was a substitute for me!

A grunt got up from the ground and subconsciously touched behind him. A cold sweat broke out.

I didn't bring a bow and arrows with me when I went out this time!