"See the King."

Mei Lingta looked at the old man's deep eyes.

"Yesterday, the Vanya Temple declared war on the country of Varkarra, and tomorrow it will wage war on the country of Varkarra."

"Another country?" The knight king saw desolation in those eyes. "I see." He sighed, he sighed, he mourned for the living, he had sighed the same for the orphans who had lost their parents, he was a little tired, the Nordic continent seemed to have no purpose except war.

"And one more thing, the guard who reported the news said that he saw a man covered in bandages, ...... the sword shop" At this, he paused, his brain racing to make sure he hadn't said the wrong thing. Buy knives at the sword shop. ”

The king said that he did not care about these subjects who liked to wear strange clothes, however, lightning swept through the brain, and in the flash of light, a picture appeared in the king's mind, Hongxia spread on the battlefield, and a person sat on the mountain of corpses, with a long purple knife, stuck in the ribs of the corpse, and his closed eyes opened violently, and the purple pupils said death, Hongxia lit up half of its body, and the other half was hidden in the dark, and its body was covered with bandages, and the picture in his mind was still so clear about what he read from the book.

"Bandages, bandages, you mean...... He was covered in bandages. The king spoke eagerly, and slowly stood up with his crossed fingers propped up on the table.

"Yes, because this man is somewhat special, the patrolling guard says he has purple eyes." The king was like a loose string, leaning weakly on the fluffy wooden chair, with one hand on the handle of the wooden chair, and the other hand supporting his chin, silent and silent, this was the first time that Mezerota saw the king's frowning brow, and his sick face was like ashes.

He opened the drawer under the wooden table, and pulled out a bunch of scattered sketches from there, what appeared in his mind was not imaginary, but from this sketch paper painting, although there were only drawings rendered in black ink, but it was not difficult to imagine the colors in it, he wanted to continue looking, his finger stopped on the sketch paper with the Tower of Babel, the towering Tower of Babel in the painting is like a giant in the sky, the painter depicts the landmark building of the Haiqin Kingdom from the perspective of looking up - the Tower of Babel, and the pedestrians coming and going are frozen in the painting, The small fruit seller also quietly painted on it, and in the gap between pedestrians, the bandaged man only showed the back of his head and back, and the upper left corner of the painting marked the time of the drawing.

The year 1672 is 1672, but now it is 1842, hundreds of years ago, what kind of person is this! He had an ominous premonition.

The king walked out of the main hall and stood at the door of the main hall, the knight king followed behind him, the king looked at this snow-white city, where the sky and the city formed a line, large and small houses and the Tower of Babel, and people on horseback on the road leisurely walking, the carriage stopped and stopped, the towering Tower of Babel was like the hand of a giant in Norse mythology, he sighed at this huge project, it is difficult to imagine how the ancients built it, its life is a mystery, about it is just some unrealistic legends.

"I'm always wondering why no one in our country has ever beaten its idea." He spread his hand with a jeweled ring, like a bird's wing, and he seemed to want to embrace the city, and the flying snow fell on his face, on his beard.

"The country has become strong in your hands, and it is you who have made the invaders discourage."

"No...... No, it's because of it. The king pointed to the Tower of Babel. I always felt that its obsession would be terrifying, my knight, and I felt that the man seemed to be looking for something...... Or what are you guarding......"

"Do you want to send someone for him?"

"No, I want to see what he's looking for, I feel like the Vanya Temple doesn't attack us, it may have something to do with the tower and that person." The king walked slowly towards the stone staircase, like a drunken man, and the red feather weave was dragged long on the stone staircase, bending down like a snake. "The world will always change, and one day, the claws of the Wanya Temple will reach out to us, what do you say?"

The Knight King watched the King walk down the stone stairs, his voice was elongated in the empty square, and gradually faded away, the Knight King Meta bowed his head slightly to the King, he did not catch up with the old man who had seen through death and the world, and silently watched it go away.

"Sooner or later, those guys in the Vanya Temple will be wiped out, and one day, the dead souls will find them, and they will pay the price, and then there will be real peace! King! His words were not heard by the king, he had disappeared from his vision, and only the knight guarding the door heard the knight king's low murmur.

The night enveloped the Haiqin Kingdom, and the cold wind did not mean to abate, and the evil spirits floating in the night sky knocked on the wooden doors of the people.

The woman wrapped in tiger skin had the door squeaked in the wind shut, she was old and hunched back. The oil lamp on the table was the only light source in the room, the lamp swayed in the room, and the shadow cast on the wall was like the devil of hell, with teeth and claws, the old man closed the door, and there were still a few cold winds blowing in, and she had just sat down, and the warmth of the fire did not stay long in her hands, and a quick knock on the door sounded outside, which made her frown, and the mountain eyebrows were like fierce vipers on her forehead. She rolled up her tiger sleeve and opened the door viciously, this is the inner door, and the person who knocks on the door is outside.

"Knock knock."

The man hammered the door with his fist. Don't hesitate to make noise. In the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of waking up the guests? The old man angrily took out the key to unlock the iron lock, when she opened the door, the ponytail was still flicking in the wind, and the black shadow flashed in, after the old man closed the door, he was planning to educate this person well, and there was a spark in his angry eyes, but the anger disappeared immediately.

"It's you!"

A boy in his early 20s, his brown eyes full of apologies under the lights, obediently like a child.

"Alas, it's the middle of the night, and it's daytime to come back, how do you let the guests sleep?"

He made a cup of tea for the boy, and the boy covered the tea, and the heat hit the wing of his nose.

"During the day, the army is busy, and the time is only at night." He was dressed in a black trench coat, and the silver iron sword was hidden under his trench coat, and the old man looked at him like his own child.

"I suddenly want to come back and see, my room is not for anyone else!"

"You paid the rent for four years, and if you didn't come back, I just left it there, I don't dare to give it to anyone else, you are a knight king, you don't live in a luxurious house, you came here in two or three months, what do you want?"

The boy placed the four gold coins on the table, got up and walked upstairs.

"This is my childhood."

He played with the key he took from the old man, the old man put away the gold coins, the young man had already gone upstairs, a child who had no father and no mother since he was a child, what kind of childhood, the old man thought in his heart and gradually fell asleep