The two of them walked side by side on the way back, passing through the noisy hall, and stopped for a short time to feel the lively atmosphere. When I looked at the people who were so excited that they broke out into an argument and were taken away from the scene by the soldiers, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

"I... Why is it born? ”

When this thought came to mind, the words of Earl Andrew, and the look of disappointment, kept coming to mind.

"Sister Airi, you said I... Did you disappoint Lord Earl? ”

She carefully tugged at the corner of Airi's clothes, but she didn't say anything, just touched her head with a smile.

Outside the aisle, clothes drying in the sun were fluttering in the wind, and the trained soldiers had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few teenage boys standing, and an old man dressed strangely and wearing a wide, slender hat.

Arri patted the boy on the shoulder, drawing his vision back from afar, and at the end of the aisle stood a familiar figure—Heatrice, standing in the doorway of the room.

After saluting Heatrice, Airi left alone, and the boy followed Heatrice's footsteps into the distant crowd.

"See Lord Heatrice."

Upon seeing Heatrice's arrival, the boys standing not far away immediately took up their formations and greeted her loudly. The old man walked forward with a smile.

"It's been a long time, Heatrice, you're still as beautiful as ever, how have you been lately?" The old man was the first to ask.

"It's okay, I'll help the Count with some business in my spare time, although that's not what I'm good at," replied Heatrice, pulling the boy behind her in front of her.

The old man looked at them with interest, while the boys behind him poked their heads out and scanned them up and down, and when Heatrice's gaze swept over them, the boys were so frightened that they quickly stood in line and remained motionless.

"Looks like we're here today to test his abilities, right?" The old man said with a smile, turning and walking back.

"Yes, because he had a plan for the Count," Heatrice followed closely behind, whispering something in her ear.

"Huh? I get it, I'll try to see. The old man turned back to the boy with a smile.

"It's called Xuan, right? I am Molinar, the chief magician of this city, the city of Alomere, and I am your magician from this day forward. Molinar smiled and held out his hand.

Seeing this, he immediately reached out his hand in response, and then Molinar smiled lightly and reached into his robe, took out a crystal ball with a strange brilliance, and threw it to the ground in front of everyone. He subconsciously wanted to step forward and catch it, but what was strange was that the crystal ball did not smash into the ground, but was suspended in the air.

"This is a magic prop made by our human beings through unremitting efforts, using special materials and pure energy." Molinar raised his voice excitedly, "Come on, kid." Place your hand on the crystal ball and open your heart to it to speak of your heart's desire. ”

Watching the timid step back, Heatrice held her forehead and smiled bitterly, and after coughing twice, Molinar realized her gaffe and hurriedly returned to her previous state.

After adjusting slightly, he walked to the suspended crystal ball and put his hand on it as instructed. In an instant, the sensation like electricity quickly spread throughout the body, and the consciousness seemed to fall into a whirlpool, constantly pulled and torn apart, and when it was about to collapse, it was already in darkness when it came back to its senses.

"Where is this?" He asked timidly.

No matter how he called, no one around responded, like an abandoned puppy, crying and looking for his mother, and after getting no response, he could only secretly feel sad.

What does life mean to everyone? Is it the delicious food that is served in front of you every day, or the soldier who carries a weapon to perform his duties? No matter how you think about it, you may not get the answer...

Countless blank images flashed through my mind, and when I thought back to my life, there was no memory left in my mind. I don't know where I came from, why I'm here, and what the emptiness in my heart is.

More and more questions haunted me, and the impatience that I couldn't get an answer kept piercing my heart like a pinprick, like a mad wild dog roaring in place, running wildly towards the endless darkness.

Gradually, all kinds of fragmentary memories appeared in my mind, a pair of crying men and women, a man with a hood covering his face, a white and cute little hand, and a familiar figure that was fading away...

Something poured into my heart, only to slip through the cracked gap after staying. The more he ran, the more the shattered memories came back, until a gorgeously dressed man with blond hair appeared, and all memories dissipated and were replaced by a light that followed the boy's tracks.

"Are you sure this boy is really like you? Of course, I'm not questioning your strength and existence. Molinar turned to whisper in confusion.

Heatrice's face was blue, and she didn't know what to say for a while, only to see that after she touched the crystal ball, the light inside gradually changed from white to blue, and then flashed an astonishing and terrifying red light behind her. When everything was about to settle, the red light faded into white.

"Uh, ahem! Your magic is judged to be mediocre. Molinar read the results aloud, and the other boys burst out laughing.

"Modi, out of the ranks!" Heatrice shouted, "Now you have a one-on-one competition, and the loser will punish him for not having food tonight." ”

The answer was a ten-year-old boy, with scarred skin and a head taller than a giant.

The crowd was incredulous about Heatrice's decision, no matter how you look at it, her current age and height are only about five years old, and regardless of the outcome of the battle, the injuries he sustained in the battle will be fatal for him at this stage.

"Heatrice, or... Or give him to me, a duel now will only be detrimental to him. Molinar hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to propose.

All eyes were fixed on Heatrice, but that didn't change her mind, and Modi could only follow the instructions step by step in front of Heat, greet him briefly, and take a fighting stance. Under Heatrice's order, the two sides did not start a duel as scheduled, Modi just kept swinging his body, switching postures and waiting for the opponent's attack, while Radiant kept looking at others like a stunned man, without the slightest intention of attacking.

"Modi, do you know what you're doing???" Heatrice said angrily, "If the enemy is standing on the other side, you are already a corpse at this moment. To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself! ”

The coercion sent chills down the shoulders of everyone except Molinar, and the laughter from among the boys grew to Chitrice's rage, even more so at the sight of their duel.

Modi's face instantly became serious, and he no longer hesitated, quickly swung his fists to test the details of Xuan, and his eyes were always on his movements. When he was provoked to punch him, Modi struck him in the head with a whip leg and kicked him out, and Molinar tried to check on the injury, but was mercilessly stopped by Heatrice.

Everyone present fell silent, and faint cries could be heard. After rolling on the ground for a moment, Xuan stood up, looked directly at Modi angrily, and after the tears cleared the tears from the corners of his eyes, he swung his fist at him.

Grab the punch to pull, dodge the second swing, kick out. Again and again, repeating the same action to knock him to the ground, watching him wipe his tears and get to his feet, staggering to launch the next attack. Like a child fighting, the grievances and unwillingness of defeat were written on his face, and under the attack again and again, Modi's heart was also shaken.

When he swung his fist again, Modi grabbed his arm, grabbed him by the back, pinched him to the ground, and then used his body to subdue him. And just like that, Modi won a landslide.

The boy under him is still struggling, but the adults on the side are not over, Modi's heart is extremely struggling, because the boy under him is crying, and the visible scratches on the arm he holds make Modi consider whether to let go.

When he was about eight years old, he was sent here by his family to be trained, and his own talent was not outstanding among his kind, so he never won a victory in the two-year training battle. Although today's duel is victorious, for Modi, this victory is only achieved by virtue of age and height, no matter how incompetent he is, he cannot accept this way of bullying the weak, just like he hates those who bully him weakly.

After some struggle, Modi finally let go of his hand and slowly walked away from Heater's body, and just as he was about to explain to Heatrice, a huge figure flashed in front of him and kicked the boy hard.

Everyone present was shocked by her actions, only to see that the boy was kicked several meters away, and the dust raised was all around, and he couldn't see the boy's situation clearly for a while. Molinar saw Heatrice slowly walking towards the boy in the dust, and instinctively wanted to step forward to stop her, but was blocked by an inexplicable force, and could only watch her kick the boy again and again.

"The city of Alomel doesn't need the weak, and it doesn't need the little kids who can only cry their noses. If you want to survive, instead of lying on the ground and crying, you should think about how to get up and defeat others. Heatrice said coldly, and when she saw that the boy was no longer moving, she walked towards the castle without looking back.

"Tell Jessie to come and take the people away, if he doesn't die, he will be a member of your regiment from now on, and he will start training with you after healing from his injuries." With that, Heatrice's figure disappeared completely.

As the force dissipated, Molinar hurried to check on his injuries, his eyes were dilated, his face was yellow, and he was spitting blood and looking directly in the direction where Heatrice had left.

"Even if you fail this time, you can't be so cruel to your child!" Molinar lamented the spell and lay the boy on his back, chanting magic.