In the morning, Irol woke up from her bed, got dressed, and began to wash up.

The white water meter ticked.

"It's just that the daily water shouldn't cost much."

Ilore looked at the meter dial, which was next to the spout, the numbers on it scrolling slowly.

After receiving the day's water, he closed the valve, and after a few drops of water continued to bubble out of the outlet, it quieted down.

Water in the lower levels would be cheaper in the morning, but no one knows how the gears in there do that automatically.

"It's Sunday, and I'm going to have to go to Olyton University anyway."

The vasteam teacher had never been late for the first class on Sunday.

.......

The Lower Tier of Olyton University is one of the two large buildings built by the Upper Tier to the Lower Zone and the Transition Zone, located at the junction of the two districts, and has a history of about 47 years.

Ilore walked to the entrance of the university, and the restrained but elegant door was open, and students walked in one after another.

The security department is located in the first building behind the gate, and its side near the school gate is integrated with the school wall.

The security guards themselves had opened a window on it, and several black iron bars were erected on the window frames, barely enough to be used as a security room.

The man was not there, but stood at the gate, and today was the day he was in charge of standing guard.

He waved his hand and motioned for Irol to walk over.

Ilorore pulled out his teacher ID and inserted it into the scanner in the doorway.

"The scanner of the steam world... Outrageous tech tree...", he sneered to himself.

Seeing this, the man opened the iron railing of the window, put back the cigarette he had taken out, and said, "Are you the teacher here?" Oh, I thought it was this age...."

The man paused, glanced at Ilor's body, then waved his hand, and continued, "Well, I guess I'm still in school." Then you go first, I'll be waiting for you here at noon. ”

Ilore didn't say anything, nodded to him, and then walked through the school gate, and he could see that this was the first day a man had been a security guard.

"There's nothing special about it, it's just an ordinary university as I remember." He muttered.

The boring and boring teaching life passes quickly....

The sun hung right in the middle of the lower sky, a thin layer of mist that made the already dazzling sun less dazzling.

"Oh, you're here." The man looked at Ilor, put down the cigarette in his hand, and grinded it twice on the iron plate.

"I don't seem to have introduced myself yet, I'm Otis Anderson, one of your father's comrades-in-arms, don't ask why I call him a comrade-in-arms, you'll find out later." He glanced at Ilore again.

"Take out the arrow from your back and show me." He didn't give Iloror a chance to speak, but his tone was soft.

Ilore moved a little closer to the inside of the security room, avoiding the gap in the iron fence, and pulled out the arrows behind him.

"It's nothing special, he's just a... With a special pattern.... Uh, ordinary arrows. ”

Ilore stumbled, not finding anything strange about the pattern on the arrow, and handed it to Otis.

The speed in Otis's hand instantly increased, and Ilore had no time to react, and he pressed the arrow of the arrow against his neck.

Ilor's body froze for a moment, and he didn't dare to move.

"That's my first lesson to you, boy, is to never give your weapon to a stranger! Although we are not strangers in the first place...."

Otis said as he put down the arrow and studied it in his hand.

Ilore hadn't recovered from a momentary danger, and this was the second time he had been held in the flesh of his life, even the same person.

"This is a magic arrow, and the patterns on it have a special effect... Except for this, this is his name that your father carved out of idle boredom. ”

The man's gaze shifted from the arrow to Ilore again, and he handed the arrow in his hand, "Haven't recovered yet?" That's not going to work..."

He patted Ilor, and then Iloel reacted, took the arrow, and put it back behind his back, and his movements were very skillful.

Otis continued, "That's the benefit of the black robe, and if you touch it, you become its master. ”

"What? How could it be so casual? Ilorore was puzzled, he had been shocked by knowledge more than once in the past few days.

"Hahahaha," Otis slapped his leg and laughed.

"Of course it won't be so easy, Carlo's robe is a treasure, it came to you on its own, and you.... Hahahaha"

"I didn't pull a few times to touch the robe and let it sense, you and Carlo are so similar, the robe can't be distinguished, hahahaha."

Otis laughed breathlessly, he didn't seem to have heard such a funny joke in a long time.

"It's not funny, sir." Ilore said solemnly, thinking that something must have happened to his father, "Is Carlo my father?" What happened to him? ”

The smile on Otis's face froze, "Didn't I tell you about your father?" ”

Ilore shook her head.

"He's dead."

"What? How can it be? I haven't even met him yet—" Irol fell silent in disbelief.

Although Irol never met his father, the original owner remembers that his mother's stories about his father were still deeply influenced by his childhood.

He had never had anyone in his original world play the role of his father...

Otis saw Ilore's gaffe and comforted:

"He left as a hero... There's nothing to be sad about, I didn't think you would be so sad. ”

But Ilore didn't cry, just said calmly, "How the hell did he die? ”

At this moment, he felt that he didn't feel much sadness, and the gaffe and silence just now seemed to be just the influence of the original owner's memory.

"It's fine if you're okay. Back to your father, he's... To protect us... No... He died to protect me..."

Otis's eyes looked at the sky, and the gray mist was a clear blue sky.

......

Go back a few years.

Lower Floor of Olyton Mobile City, inside the nave of the Moonlight Chapel.

Otis sat limply on the floor of the Warning Pavilion, the cold planks making his wounds less painful, scarlet blood dripping onto the wooden floor.

"Carlo, I'm probably going to die... Ahem, ahem..."

Otis looked at the dark-haired man in front of him, it was his comrade and partner, Ilore's father, Carlo Camille.

"You'll be fine, the wound has stopped bleeding, and you're healthy except for the scar on your face that I can't recover," Carlo comforted.

He knew that Otis's body was already on the verge of danger, but there was nothing he could do.

Carlo picked up a blanket next to him and put it over Otis, then slowly laid him down on the ground and placed some gravel beside him.

"It's almost disguised, you must remember not to move, I will be back."

"Ahem... I can't move either, you go first, I'll sleep for a while..."Otis's voice gradually became quieter.

Carlo glanced at it, then stepped out of the warning booth, his feet faltering.

The moonlight shines through the stained-glass windows of the church, above which the goddess of the moonlight looks calmly and kindly over the entire church.

After coming out of the nave, Carlo looked into the distance, and his eyesight was clear in the dark, which helped him see the figure running in the distance.

It's an enemy, a monster that is inhuman in both sanity and flesh...

Carlo ran in the opposite direction of the church, and the monsters, who did not have much intelligence, chased after them, not realizing that there was suddenly one missing.

But wisdom is not the only criterion for judging danger...

.....

Lower area on the outskirts of the woods.

The monsters were blocked by layers of trees, looking for Carlo's traces through the scent that lingered in the air.

At this time, Carlo leaned against the back of the tree, gasping for breath.

"Sure enough, it's a tireless monster... It's disgusting—" He thought to himself, the long sprint had exhausted his physical strength.

Carlo's black robe was stained with blood, and the hand holding the hunting bow trembled slightly, and he could already hear the voices of those monsters.

"Are you going to die.... Ahem..."

"Ahem... Is it Ilore Camille, or is it Calondo Camille... It's all good, I'm probably in my teens..."

He thought silently, and there was a happy glow in his ever-darkening eyes.

The badge on the black robe stretched out with a hook that pierced Carlo's fingers.

A slightly silvery liquid poured blood into it, and his eyes suddenly shimmered.

The back of the hunting bow in his hand bounced two dagger-like sharp spikes.

It was clean, a stark contrast to the bloodstained black robes in the moonlight.

"Let's do something before we die.... I've been hiding in the shadows all my life, and I really envy those who carry swords..."His hands no longer trembled, and he drew his bow and arrows.

It was the last arrow in his quiver...

Carlo rushed out and was confronted by the two monsters, which screamed at him with their tentacles...

.....

This is the end of Otis's story, and Ilore falls silent with him at the same time.

"He's a hero... Isn't it? Ilore asked, her tone a little sad, more helpless.

"He was indeed a hero, and that's what I later thought when I saw this record from the Observer...."

Otis sullenly said that he hadn't spoken to anyone like this for a long time since Carlo died.

The observer is a special surveillance-like thing in the lower area, which can basically photograph the entire lower area, and some corners will not be missed.

"Monsters... Who the hell are you and my father, and why are you doing this and that... Such a terrifying monster to fight? ”

In Ilore's worldview, this monster is difficult to defeat, and he has not yet fully adapted to this world.

After meeting Otis, every day would have caused him a huge shock.

"It's not scary, kid.... We are cultists of Moonshine and guardians of the lower districts. ”

Ilore looked at Otis, his eyes full of wonder and anticipation, and a slight hint of fear.

Otis looked at Ilore kindly, as if he had seen the Carlo of his youth again.

They are very good friends and have always been...