The reincarnation of fate, turning round and round.

This inevitable war has entangled the threads of fate of countless people in the north and south of the continent, and even the goddess of fate herself can't figure out the clues. But when the hanging death sickle fell suddenly, the death knell screamed, the ghosts wept, and the kingdom of dead souls descended on the world, all ambitions and dreams came to naught.

On the eve of this eternal night, ignorant human beings are still intoxicated with the competition for interests. The forces hidden behind the scenes push the chess pieces to pre-designed positions one by one, allowing them to sharpen the butcher knives around their necks with their own hands.

So, the prodigal disciple of the Sword Saint, carrying the long sword of "Passing Water", went north alone, and the upright old viscount, with the poor boy, rode south. The great magicians of the wind and fire are about to sit around a dragon egg, and in ancient Norman City, a turbulent storm is brewing.

The Lion King Snowton and the white-robed archbishop, you punch me and kick me, and I am exhausted, and I think that if you persevere, you will finally usher in the dawn of victory. But the evil gods of Hell looked at each other and sneered, like vultures circling in the sky, waiting for the defeated beast to fall completely.

However, Allegri was a fire mage, not a prophet of the arcane branch. At this time, he did not feel the harbingers of darkness, on the contrary, everything he saw in front of him indicated a bright future.

A wise monarch, a fertile territory, a group of companions, a lover, and once the direction of progress has been determined, there will be no more confusion. Compared to previous years, Allegri now has a feeling of extra peace of mind.

He sat on the terrace on the third floor of the hotel, looking at the bright crescent moon in the sky, with a heartfelt smile on his face. If he remembers correctly, it was in this small town that he and Illo first met Dalgnan. And managed to trick it into the carriage.

"The horses are all in order, and we can leave early tomorrow morning. At this moment, Dalgnan approached, holding two large glasses of ale. The night breeze was cold, and he handed Allegri one of the cups and sat down beside him.

"That's good. Allegri took a small sip. When he found that the taste of the wine was weak, he drank it without fear.

"Also, I think this cheat book can be returned in its original form. As he spoke, Dargnon pulled out a thin pamphlet from his bosom.

"What?" Allegri snapped out a small fireball with his fingers, and when he looked at it by the light of the fire, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. It turned out to be the brainchild of the elven archmage Overkill, and the highly instructive "Proverbs of Love". He reached out and took it, smiling and asking. "What, you've learned it?"

"It's a good book, but it's not very useful to me," Dargnon shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "I like people, she doesn't eat this set." ”

"Alex?" Allegri asked tentatively.

"Hmm," Dallion nodded. He added, "She's my martial arts teacher. is also the leader of the killer business, in her eyes, I am the little boy back then, no matter what I do, it is a childish move, an immature expression. ”

Allegri flipped the pages at will. Hearing this, he pointed to one of the chapters and said, "According to Master Overkill, you chose the wrong goal in the first place. ”

Dargnan was stunned. muttered, "From small to large, there is only this one goal in my field of vision." ”

"That's no problem. Allegri closed the booklet and looked around at the night scene. Of course, this kind of small town has no scenery at all, except for a few dim lights, most of the houses are shrouded in darkness. But this kind of darkness is warm, and ordinary people are sleeping in their own homes, but it is better than the bustling atmosphere.

"And what about you, teacher?" said Dargnan, clinking glasses with him, "what would you fall in love with someone?"

"Hmm......" Allegri asked. After a long time, he shook his head and smiled, "Actually, everyone is just like you, just choose the most suitable target within sight." ”

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

A tall figure, walking through the makeshift camp.

He pressed his hand on the saber at his waist to avoid alarming others with his sound, but his blunt movements proved that he rarely performed such covert actions. It didn't take long for the sentries around the campfire to spot him, but he didn't react, as he was one of the commanders of the escort force.

With a slight wave of his hand, signaling the sentry not to make a noise, the knight leader continued to advance until he reached the rear of the camp, in front of a normal tent. He finally hesitated for a moment, but gritted his teeth and dodged in, drawing his sword with a bang.

Then, I took it back again.

In the tent, there was a dim oil lamp, and an old man with gray sideburns was twisting the lamp with iron thorns. On the blanket next to him, the sleeping child curled up in a ball, his face painful, and he didn't know what nightmare he had again.

"Master, please strip me of my knighthood. The knight leader sighed, got down on one knee, unsheathed his sword, and offered it with both hands. On the orders of the old viscount, they took the boy back to the camp, cleaned it, and settled it. But thinking that the Sirea family might be destroyed because of this child, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and finally gave birth to a murderous heart again.

And, put it into action.

"Get up, Patrick. The old viscount didn't blame him at all, what the other party did was not selfish, just to protect the entire family.

"My lord," pleaded Patrick, the leader of the knights, as he fell to one knee and bowed his head, "think twice." ”

"Patrick, I ask you," said Viscount Sirea, looking at him, softly, "is it not in the knight's oath that you must not kill innocents indiscriminately, and that you must not draw your sword against women and children, old and young?"

"Yes. Patrick nodded.

"Then let me ask you, are those villagers innocent, are there any women, children, old and children?" asked the old viscount in a deep voice, "even the enemy's captives are not allowed to kill wantonly, let alone the people under the rule of the empire?"

"Technically, they're not Snowtons. Patrick pleaded.

"The king had already issued an edict that the people of the occupied territories, who obeyed the rulers of the empire, were all Snowton subjects, regardless of whether they were in the north or the south. Viscount Sirea's words were resounding. Whether pedantic or old-fashioned, people like him always deserve respect.

Patrick Murran.

"From now on, Narota is under your protection," the old viscount pointed to the sleeping boy and stood up, his old hand pressed on Patrick's shoulder, "Don't trample on justice, don't break your oath." ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Make up for yesterday's update first.) ）