I remember the old man saying that the wolf will leave the group after it grows to a certain stage, and I don't know if it's true or not, but the old man will then teach me to learn to be independent, to be brave, and to be able to take charge of one's own affairs.

And the child will also grow up, he grows up, and then leaves home, whether he can start a career or not, but he will leave this home to build his own home, and he will become the offspring of parents to raise him. For his older generation, he may respect and honor, but he is generally not willing to listen to the old man, even if it is good advice, as he was when he was a child. He will have his own thinking, his own judgment, his own decisions, and then take responsibility for his actions.

He may surpass his father, whether he can surpass him or not, but there is one thing that most people will do, and that is that they are subconsciously no longer willing to obey their parents.

Throughout human history, we have been moving forward in constant rebellion and rebellion, even though there have been countless major mistakes and disasters in the process. But overall it's good. Individual disasters often fail to change the course of history. Of course, the individuals here refer to the vast majority of ordinary people, the kind of Alsacians who completely changed history on their own.

The child who succeeds in the challenge creates a history that belongs to him, while the challenged person can close his eyes with peace of mind, watch the back wave slap the front wave on the beach and quietly leave.

I don't feel like I'm the one Varian is going to challenge.

I'm not.

If I had to make a footnote in his life, I would have already fulfilled my mission. As he said, he is the king, he is no longer a child.

Egwene fell asleep, her breathing as quiet as a baby as she snuggled up to me. Looking at her peacefully asleep, I made up my mind.

This world was ours, but it is also theirs, but after all, it is theirs, and it will be the people of the future. He...... It's already completely possible to solve all the problems, huh...... I'm still going to add drama to myself...... Is there anything I have that doesn't affect him.

When I looked at the wrapped axe in the corner, there was a faint light in the middle of the axe.

The next day Egwen and I found Gianna, and we both got ready to leave, out of here. She asked us where we were going, and Egwene looked at me and told her she didn't know, and that she could go wherever she wanted, with no purpose.

Gianna looked at the two of us in surprise, I had nothing to bless her before parting, I could only wish her to find her own happiness as soon as possible.

Well...... I saw that her face seemed to be flushed.

Walking through the streets of Stormwind, revisiting these renovated but still somewhat impressive streets, I suddenly felt an indescribable excitement in my heart, the morning sun shining on this street, and the stones on the smooth road that had been worn out by countless people shimmered with a faint morning light.

The fresh, slightly cool air smelled of hope, and there weren't many people on the street, some old man sitting in the sunshine on the side of the road watching us pass him. Wooden wheeled carts from near and far walk on this not very flat road, making a rhythmic bump sound like Caracalla. I didn't see a lot of bitterness and hatred on their faces, but I saw a hint of indifference.

This is their life, plain and quiet. This is the life of most people, and this is the world in which people live.

Passing by a flower shop, I asked Egwen to wait for me outside, she looked at me with a smile, and I ran into the flower shop to buy a handful of lilies that I had just picked this morning. I like to see her smile, and when she holds the flowers, the smiling face against the backdrop of those flowers makes my heart flutter.

As she left the Valley of Heroes, Egwene turned to look at the statues, and she pointed to the statue of Khadgar and told me that he wasn't still alive. I asked her a little curiously what was wrong, and she said that when people were alive...... It's better not to erect a statue, otherwise you'll be unlucky.

I laughed at her for talking nonsense, and she said that it wasn't nonsense, and that the people who could be erected were people who had passed away or were gods. Apparently none of those people were gods, and Khadgar was alive and well now. It makes sense for me to say, even if he is alive now, he can't return to Stormwind City, and he can't return to this world, which is really unlucky.

The black dragon's huge head still hangs on the city, not to mention that it is indeed quite eye-catching, but it really does not match the surrounding buildings.

Back in Flash, it's as bustling as Stormwind, with all sorts of people and vendors on both sides of the road making this place full of life. The woman in front of the Lion's Pride Inn is no longer there, but the crowd in front of and around the inn is enough to show the status of the first inn in the Stormwind Kingdom.

Egwene jumped off her horse and took off her cloak to cover the sun, her white, graceful face attracting the inquiring glances of the men in front of the door. The small flowers picked by the roadside are elegant and slightly playful in her hair. It's really face-saving to go out with such a beauty, which is much longer than wearing a golden armor.

The tavern never made me feel deserted, but the good thing was that it wasn't noisy despite the crowds. When we appeared in front of the door, Egwen's own temperament immediately attracted the attention of the audience. There don't seem to be any women here except that the waitress is a woman. And the presence of a woman here would have been an almost impossible thing.

Egwen silenced the audience, and we both found a table and sat down in front of everyone's gaze.

"They're all looking at you." To be honest, it made me happy and a little embarrassed, and I didn't like the feeling of being watched.

"Waiter." She looked up and shouted. The waitress was actually watching her, too.

She ordered some food and asked me if I would eat, and I shook my head and just had a little wine. And when the waiter brought the food, she snapped her fingers. I saw with my own eyes that those who were still glancing at her all turned their heads back.

"So amazing?" I laughed.

"After a while, when we finish eating, no one will ask us to settle the bill." She said.

"It's amazing." I can only be so impressed.

I said I'll take her to the north, Lockmodan, Danmoro, Arathi, all good places. She looked at me with a smile, "It's all right." ”

While we were eating, a few guards walked in from outside, and they looked at the drinkers from table to table, and walked around from the bar to our side.

"What are you looking for?" I asked when he came to our table and stared at Egwen.

A crooked-mouthed guard glanced at me, "I haven't seen you." ”

"Just got here from Stormwind."

"Outlander?"

"Hmm." I say. As soon as the sound was over, the men did not leave.

"Where did it come from?"

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"We're on a routine, do you think it matters?" A bald man's voice was stiff.

"Theramore." Egwene looked up at the man. "We're from Theramore."

The bald head frowned, "Are there any documents?" ”

"Lady Gianna, the leader of Theramore, is still in Stormwind, you can ask her."

The bald man pouted. "Let's go." The person on one side said, "Neither of them is like that." ”

A few more people glanced at us and left.

"A bunch of neurotics." I snorted.

"You're from Theramore?" The dwarf at the table next to him turned his head.

"You know Theramore?" I looked at him curiously.

"My cousin was drafted into the army and is now serving on the Western Continent." He said.

"Is it Balmodan?" I asked.

"Hah! You're from there. The dwarf laughed, "Do you know a dwarf named Malgin Ale?" ”

I smiled and shook my head. He said, "My name is Julius ale, and if you see him mention my name, he will treat you to a good drink." ”

"Passionate dwarven brothers are the same everywhere." I say.

"He was a quartermaster at Balmodan." He said. "But I'm not, but I can still treat you to a drink, my friend."

"Thank you." I said, "What were those people looking for?" ”

"People from the Brotherhood of Defia." The dwarf said.

"Do you know anything about the Brotherhood of Defia?"

"It's all wanted out there." He shook his head. "Don't you see?"

"What's wrong with them?" I asked.

"They want to rebel and kill the king." The dwarf said. "It's too bold."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"We will listen to what they say about this kind of thing." The dwarf said. "But you outsiders better be careful, there have been a lot of murders in the recent past." "The Brotherhood of Defia has been rampant lately," he said. ”

"What is the purpose of this?" I don't understand it a bit.

"I don't know." The dwarf shook his head.

"Shouldn't they rebel quietly? Are you afraid that others will not know about such a big move? Or are you afraid that others will support your actions? I continued.

"They're all vicious." The dwarf said. "I guess I have a grudge or a bad brain."

At the end of this meal, I was a little upset.

After saying goodbye to the dwarves, I left the inn. And the bulletin board next to the hotel has a wanted notice posted on it.

"You...... What's wrong? Egwen asked me.

"It's fine." I said, "The bounty is quite high." I pointed to the bounty order.

"Do you know those people?" Egwene asked me.

"Some know, some don't." I pointed to the person with the highest bounty and said, "I know that person." ”

The originally relaxed mood was broken by this news, and there was an indescribable depression and irritability when walking on the road. Egwene noticed my anomaly as well, but she didn't say anything.

I tried to make myself happy along the way, I didn't want to let the little in my heart affect her good mood, although my performance had already made her realize that it was not good. We headed east along King's Road. As I passed through Green Village, I took her to see the cemetery of the Anduin Lothar family and picked some flowers to place on his mottled tombstone.

I could see that no one had ever come here to pay respects, and the breeze was blowing through the cemetery and the pasture, except for the yellow daisies next to the tombstones, nodding at me.