The bright moonlight drifted through the clouds, casting a silvery white glow, enveloping the entire green valley in a cold atmosphere.

The wind blows, the dry yellow-brown grass gently swayes, and the silver-white fluorescent light flickers on the blades of grass, like a beating starlight hanging.

The sparse yellow and green vegetation stretches out, the scenery is pale and hazy by the moonlight, and the patches of light are intertwined, like an endless ocean, outlining soft and flowing lines.

The young patriarch of the Santans, Arkan, was slowly walking through the meadows on horseback, wearing a thick leather jacket, a felt hat, and a rein.

He stared into the distance, his eyes flashing with longing and longing for this land, and after looking at it for a long time, he seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The sharp and flamboyant gaze of the past had faded, replaced by a touch of heaviness and sorrow, deeply contained in Alkan's eyes, making his gaze even deeper, as if engraved with the fine lines of time and the ups and downs of life.

He pressed his palm against the horse's neck, as if trying to find some comfort.

"It's a good place to have endless turf for livestock to gnaw on in the middle of winter."

The old man who was riding a horse and following Alkan looked at the scenery in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh with sincere emotion.

The old man wore a colorful robe with dark trousers and old leather boots.

His hair was thick and messy, draped over his shoulders, his face was a little old, the years had carved deep wrinkles on his face, and his deep eyes were curious and inquisitive.

The most striking feature is an ornate shawl that wraps around his shoulders, adorned with sparkling gemstones and metal artifacts that shimmer faintly in the moonlight.

"Will the Kingam also crave land? I thought you only liked to wander. Arkan looked at the old man with some surprise.

The Kingam are a naturally wandering people, they are found all over the world, and their origins are difficult to verify.

To other peoples, the Kingam is synonymous with beggars, thieves, or traffickers, but equally with animal taming, divination, medicine, playing and acrobatics, the Kingam people have a strong and enduring label.

The old man named Urentin beside Arkan was an extremely standard Kingam.

Ever since Arkan noticed the strange behavior of the goddesses of his clan, he had been looking for foreign aid that could replace some of the other party's functions, and Urentin had specially invited him for this purpose.

"No one can refuse to own a great piece of land." Ulentin rubbed his gray beard under his nose and laughed back.

But he smiled and smiled, but found that the expression on Arkan's face became more serious, and he was silent for a moment, and he asked tentatively, "Do you really believe that as long as you severely damage or kill Rogus Breed, you can bring prosperity to the clan?" ”

"It's not a question, it's a choice, believe it or not, it's the only option I can touch right now.

"Yesterday three more people were buried in the snowstorm, and seven cattle fell in the stables, and by the time I arrived, both men and cattle had hardened to stone.

"This is still close to us in the green valley, the people farther away are afraid that the losses will be greater and more, I can't wait, the tribe can't wait, I must find a way to make up for the mistakes I have made......"

Arkan clenched the reins, his hands a little too heavy, his knuckles faintly scratching.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were filled with deep melancholy, and his face was full of remorse, as if he was recounting his previous mistakes and regrets.

When Ulentin heard this, he was about to remind the other party, but remembering that it seemed to be about the royal family, he swallowed the words back into his stomach and listened to Alkan's chatter.

"I'll leave it to you tomorrow." Arkan leaned to Urentin and spoke in a solemn tone.

"Please rest assured, no one knows divination better than me, and it only takes me to look at the other person to know this kind of thing."

With a smile on her lips and a confident and exaggerated expression, Ulentin expresses her determination for the future in a loud and magnetic voice.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves echoed like drums, and in the distance, a young girl was galloping on her horse, and with the sound of steady and powerful hooves, the girl also quickly walked in front of Arkan.

"Goddess." When Arkan saw Izriel's face clearly, he greeted him with a complicated expression.

Izriel first swept past the flamboyantly dressed Urentin, then stared at Arkan solemnly, and reprimanded in a stern tone:

"Do you know you're pushing the Santan Clan into the pit?! When are you going to really grow up?! In order to really take on the responsibilities of the young patriarch?! Instead of being jealous and strong, he will act recklessly with the future of the race! ”

Her voice was loud and clear, excitedly conveying the anger and resentment in her heart, and every word constantly stimulated Arkan like a sword piercing her heart.

Alkan's face gradually contained a trace of anger, and his eyes flashed with anger, this was not the first time he had heard Izriel's reprimand, but tomorrow was the time of the duel, and Izriel didn't think about encouragement and help, but he was still pouring cold water.

Thinking of this, his breathing began to speed up, his chest rose and fell violently as the anger spread, the muscles between the joints tightened, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and say angrily:

"What about you?! Secretly going to see Rutgers and offering his innocence, is he helping the clan?! Izril! Don't think I don't know what you've been up to these days! ”

Izriel's eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes looked at Arkan in disbelief, her eyes bewildered and puzzled, as if she were at a loss for what Arkan had suddenly asked.

Her body trembled slightly, she jerked the reins, turned and rode away.

Seeing this, Arkan reached out to open his mouth to hold on, but eventually rolled his throat and withdrew his hand, slowly clenching into a fist.

"From the old man's point of view, according to the reaction of the goddess, it shouldn't be as the young patriarch thinks, you should have misunderstood her." Ulentin looked at Alkan, whose expression was constantly changing, and comforted.

"Already, it doesn't matter."

Arkan looked up at the sky, the ups and downs of the past rolling in his heart, and it was a long time before he slowly returned.

As time passed, the shadows of the night gradually dissipated, and the night sky gradually changed from deep black to dark blue, like a clear lake, just right against the clouds that greeted the dawn.

A faint ray of light appeared on the horizon, and the dawn sun gradually soaked in, quickly spreading and covering the entire sky.

As the sun rises, the sky becomes brighter, and the clouds are light and silky, gently floating in the breeze, sometimes taking on a soft pink or purple color, adding a touch of softness and peace to the sky.

Rutgers braved the morning light and rode to his barony in a carriage until it was nearly noon when he entered the green valley.

After a hasty meal, he stood in front of a villa and listened attentively to the teachings of Earl Bred and his uncles.

These uncles are all lords of the East, and in addition to being Rogers' nominal uncles, they can actually be regarded as related to Rogus in terms of bloodline.

After all, because of the tradition of marriage between nobles from generation to generation, the nobles of the Eastern Realm can find the connection in the past history whenever they look through the pedigree.

"There is no need to spare your hand, let that barbarian see the gap between barbarism and civilization, and then send him back to dust."

"Be careful, if the other party cheats, you can stop it directly, we don't need to leave the barbarians with dignity."

"That Arkan is too strange, no matter how ignorant he is, he should know the reputation of St. Herthe, and he should be careful with such strange daring."

“……”

Rogers kept pecking his head like a chicken, and then Earl Breed tapped him on the shoulder, and the instructions around him faded away.

"Be careful." Earl Bred stared at his son and admonished solemnly.

"Keep it in mind." Rogers nodded solemnly, then turned and walked towards the makeshift ring in the distance in front of the villa.

[Urentin has activated fuzzy perception on you, because the perception range of the opponent's skill is extremely large and extremely inaccurate, and the ignorance bonus cannot be triggered passively.] 】

"Fuzzy perception...... Kingam? Rogers looked at the prompt box that popped up in front of him, and remembered that this skill seemed to be the national talent of the Jingam people.

As the box suggests, he didn't pay much attention to this level of superficial snooping, and when he had ascended the wide stone ring with his cane on the ground, he waited quietly for Arkan to arrive, and did not make any further movements.

In the distance, Arkan led many clansmen, looking solemnly at Rogus who was on the other side of the ring, and they all had more or less resentment on their faces.

Urentin's eyes widened, revealing a deep shock and disbelief, as if he had lost focus in an instant.

His brows were tightly knit, the wrinkles between his foreheads deepened, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak, showing his inner panic and surprise.

And his face became much paler, as if he had lost all the color of blood, and fine beads of sweat were still oozing from his forehead, which kept flowing down.

When Ulentin came back to his senses, his eyes were still flashing with shock and incomprehension, his sluggish look had not yet dissipated, his throat let out a low trill, with a hint of trembling and choking, and Alkan beside him said slowly:

"Young patriarch, I think what the goddess said may be right......"

When Arkan heard this, his face revealed a deep dissatisfaction, and he asked impatiently, "What do you want to say?" ”

He wanted to open his mouth and scold back, but seeing that Urentin's abnormal look did not seem to be fake, he still forced himself to speak out with the gradually rising emotions.

"I saw the infinite earth wither and flourish according to his will, and I saw the spark of civilization extinguish according to his preference.

"Young patriarch, what the goddess said is right, the existence on the other side is not something we can contaminate and measure at will."

Showing deep apprehension and concern, Ulentin hoarsely but firmly advised Arkan: "It is still too late, and you still have a chance to make amends." ”

The corners of Arkan's mouth barely rose, as if trying to hold back something, and there was displeasure in his eyes, as if to accuse him of this sudden absurdity and nonsense.

"You mean I'd better run to him and bow down before him, and then offer everything I have and ask for his forgiveness, right?"

He suppressed his anger and asked Ulentin in a subtle tone.

"It's the only thing you can do right now, as you said last night." After a little groaning, Ulentin bowed his head vigorously, and made a very sincere agreement and admonition.

"In charge of the withering glory of the earth and the extinction of civilization, is he a god now?" Arkan took a deep breath and continued as he tried to be calm.

"No...... It doesn't seem to be at the middle level of silver. Ulentin was silent for a moment before opening his mouth to reply.

"Hahaha! A Silver Beginner! Do you know what exactly you're talking about?! I called you here just to find out what his weaknesses are! ”

Arkan seemed to suddenly understand why the reputation of the Kingam was always so bad, and he looked at Rogers standing on the stage, and said in an increasingly impatient tone.

"The world, only the survival of the world can make ......" Ulentin was silent for another moment before slowly speaking out what he had seen.

However, when Arkan had heard half of it, he ignored the old man's crazy words and hurried into the ring.

When the clear face of his former enemy came into Arkan's eyes again, he could not contain a thick hatred, and his eyes were full of hatred and cruelty.

His tragedy, the tragedy of his people, all came from this hypocritical and pretentious aristocratic young master in front of him.

On the green valley, hundreds of riders in the clan were pierced and hanged, Rogers was joking, the performance was beaten by him, and then after the other party forced the clan to hand over five hundred bronze compatriots, the picture of his father's angry face turned red gradually passed through his mind one by one.

"Rogeth Breed, everybody is stopping me, they all feel like I can't get revenge, they all feel like I can't succeed in the face of you.

But the next truth will be told to them! They were all wrong! Power is everything! Power is the truth! I will do everything in my power to tell them what the truth is! ”

Arkan's face was twisted and hideous, his eyes burned with rage, reflecting the agitation and anger on his face, and he opened his mouth to let out a piercing, hoarse cry that shook the air around him.

"Ah...... I see, but why are you yelling so loudly? I don't have a problem with my ears again. ”

Rogers glanced up and down at Arkan with strange eyes, he didn't quite understand why the other party was so excited, and he didn't bother to think about it.

Arkan felt Rogess's nonchalant tone and strange gaze, his jaw trembling slightly, and his face becoming more distorted and gloomy.

Molten anger burst out of his heart, and the dark lines snaked all over his body, turning into intricate and mysterious tattoos, and his hands clenched into fists, threatening to smash all the long-accumulated shame on the face of the young man opposite.

(End of chapter)