In the dead of night, everything is silent.

The bed was comfortable, soft and dry, but Allegri tossed and turned for a long time and still couldn't sleep.

Compared with a few years ago, he has now integrated more deeply into this world, but the problem is precisely from this.

When he first came to this world, he was like a newborn baby, and his social relations were extremely simple. No relatives, no friends, and of course no enemies, although it seems a little lonely and desolate, but there is no bondage, do whatever you want, go wherever you want, and never have to look ahead.

But soon, the babies grew up, they were no longer willful, but they still harbored many unrealistic fantasies. Because I don't understand the vastness of the world, I don't fear the road ahead. The daydreams of the marquis and the generals who roamed the world inspired the young man to resolutely leave his home and break into this gorgeous and filthy world.

Along the way, they met a lot of people, most of them passed by, never to see each other again, a small number of each other, enemies and opponents, only a few, can become companions who know each other, shoulder to shoulder to go together.

Happiness and troubles begin here and never end.

The only thing that can bind a person's hands and feet is love and love, and the only thing that can kill those old dreams is love and love. They once shone brightly, like bright stars in the sky, but when you bow your head, bend down, and drag your lover and your children along, you will never see them again.

This painful process takes thirty to forty years for ordinary people, or rather. It was the entire first half of his life, putting heavy shackles on himself with his own hands. From then on, this torture instrument called "Reality". will always be with you until the end of your life.

As a result, there are more and more friends, the status is getting higher and higher, and the relationship network with you as the core is becoming wider and wider. Your responsibilities continue to grow. That is the weight of harvest, the weight of life, and the world. The only standard of life.

Man is inherently dead, or lighter than a feather, or heavier than a mountain. One day, the mountain will collapse. Crush you into eternal resting place. At that time, you will finally be able to lift the burden from your back, which is the tombstone that towers over your grave. And people will point to the tombs of the boulders and tell the children and grandchildren about your great deeds.

Life is miserable.

Allegri could no longer smile in the middle of the night, for he felt the weight on his shoulders.

In the thirty or forty years of the journey, he spent less than a tenth of the time. Tossing and turning north and south, tearing the ground and being knighted. It seems that in the blink of an eye, he has a lot of trustworthy friends around him. There was also a large group of subjects waiting to be fed.

The Forest of Whispers, the lonely weed, has grown into a giant tree that can shelter from the wind and rain, but the soul in its shell is still the same magic apprentice who probed his brain.

He needs to grow, he needs to adapt, he needs to be more deliberate in every decision. In the midst of the turmoil, it is rare that the Herseus Valley has been able to survive in peace and security, such as the "Road of the Lightwalkers". But whether it is the Snowton Empire or the Holy See of Light, as long as they have their hands free, they will inevitably immediately turn their attention to this place.

So before that, sell it for a good price, not for yourself, but also for those who follow you, and try to get some compensation as much as possible.

With a light sigh, he got up and got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the fur carpet, and walked to the carved metal window.

There was no moon in the middle of the night, but the starlight was exceptionally bright, and even a little too bright. Suddenly, there seemed to be a faint beam of light projected down, tearing out a hazy afterglow on the sky.

But why did they all fall not far to the northwest? It seems to be the north garden of the palace?

Allegri stood in front of the window, frowning slightly, this scene was too mysterious, it didn't look like a natural formation. But if it was manipulative, he couldn't think of any strong man on the continent who had the ability to reach the sky with one hand.

At this moment, the starry sky suddenly dimmed.

In the direction of Beiyuan, a roar of a giant beast sounded, shocking.

Snowton founded the country by force, but it was a nomadic people, and even though most of the old customs have disappeared after a thousand years, a very small part of them are still in place today.

For example, North Garden.

This vast manor, located at the back of the royal palace, is lush with forests, mountains and rivers, and contains a large number of rare birds and beasts, which are used by the king for occasional hunting and recreation, and can be regarded as a reminder to them not to forget the foundation of their ancestors.

But how could those animals, most of them horned impalas, docile beasts that feed on plants and trees, make such terrifying roars?

In addition, every once in a while, the Praetorian Guard will conduct a thorough inspection of the North Garden, in case a fierce beast escapes into it and threatens the king's safety, so this possibility can also be eliminated.

Allegri was puzzled, put on a robe and walked out of the bedroom with his shoes on. In the corner of the courtyard, a mercenary soldier looked over vigilantly, and after discovering that it was the regiment commander who had risen at night, he quietly lurked back.

The roar was followed by a rare silence, as if the whole Norman city was trembling in shock, and did not dare to make any sound.

He looked up again, only to see that the stars were shining again, and several of them were so bright that he could even see their angular brilliance.

It wasn't long before a second loud roar came, and Allegri was prepared, and he listened carefully. It didn't sound like a lion tiger's roar, it sounded more profound and long, and even the soul was faintly shaken, beyond the reach of an extraordinary beast. In such a quiet night, this roar should be able to be heard for nearly a hundred miles, and its awe-inspiring majesty can be imagined.

Could it be that it's some kind of monster with sonic ability?

Allegri thought so. With the expansion of human spheres of influence, demonic beasts have become more and more rare, but it cannot be ruled out that in the inaccessible deep mountains and old forests, there are strange beasts flowing with ancient blood.

The starlight is scattered, and the sky is like an arch.

Another majestic force, like a giant umbrella, opened up, sweeping away the majesty of the beast's roar.

It seems to be ...... Fluctuations in magic?

Although the recovery of the magic in his body was not satisfactory, Allegri's ability to perceive magic was still there, and he stared at the looming canopy, dumbfounded.

A moment later, a third loud roar came as expected, but it was clearly out of breath, more like a weak whimper than a roar. If it weren't for the fact that Allegri's courtyard was closer to the North Garden, it would not be clear at all.

Victory or defeat is already known. (To be continued......)

PS: (Christmas Eve, release the pigeons.) ）