"What do you mean by that?" asked Dearlando, raising an eyebrow.

They remember that the owner of the mill had become a widower, with an eccentric temperament and a mean personality. No one knows how the fire started, no one escaped, and rumors say that it was because the mill owner provoked the demons. All the people who came from outside wanted to ask about the mill, and the villagers would have a headache, dizziness, and difficulty speaking, which they themselves called the curse of the black mill. ”

"How can that be!" said Deirrando angrily slapping his chair, and the armrests shattered and turned into a mess of wood slag. He knew in his heart that someone must have come over and performed collective hypnosis, but it was too much to erase the traces of his own existence, kill his adoptive mother's family, and slander their reputation.

Startled by his divine power, Priest Miller shrank back. Realizing his gaffe, Diarrando softened his expression and continued to ask, "What about the surrounding villages? ”

"Strange to say, the villages were like they had been notified, and they all stopped coming here. It is said that a large mill was later built in the village of Durin next door, and all the grain we have here is sent there for processing. The old priest shook his head and sighed, "Since then, Garin has not been as lively as in previous years. No, there should have been an open-air feast of several hundred people at Garin's Nikko Festival celebration, but now there are more than 100 people attending every year. ”

Dearlando suddenly noticed that Miller's statement was a bit strange: "It is said that Durin is very close to us, and you haven't even seen it?"

Priest Miller smiled bitterly and said, "I was discovered by you, in fact, although I am alive, I am almost like being in prison." I couldn't leave the area of Garin Village surrounded by the Ribbon River, and once I crossed that river, my heart ached so badly that it was as if someone was holding my heart, and I would be fine if I retreated. Originally, when Old Townsend was there, he could still go to a few villagers across the river, but since he died, they had to find priests from other villages, because I didn't go there. ”

Old Townsend was Garin's original resident officer, who was in his eighties and could die at any time. No wonder the person in front of him is still alive, Garin Village needs a priest, find a new person to come over, it is better to lock up the person who knows the truth here. This kind of regionally limited magic clamp was originally a common punishment method within the Holy Light Divine Court.

"Do you know exactly when the fire broke out?" This incident had always been a thorn in Deirlando's heart, but in Augustus, no one could tell him the exact news.

"It was the third Sunday of February, two days before the Sprout Festival, and I had planned to spend this wonderful festival in White Moody......" Priest Miller reminisced back on the glorious years of the past, and ended with a heavy sigh.

Dearlando fell into deep thought and began to count the days. The chaos originated when Horley cheated in the tournament and brought the forbidden magical equipment into the tournament. Ruidan, on the other hand, was unable to fight because of an attack the night before and an arm injury. As a result, he temporarily replaced Ruidan in the competition.

At that time, I didn't realize that my constitution was different from ordinary people, which would cause the energy of the magic equipment to be abnormal - out of control or damaged. As a result, the contest ended with a huge explosion, and the rest of the days were spent in a state of muddy healing. After Ruidan explained the situation clearly, his first instinct at that time was to go home and ask for clarification.

Dearlando remembers sneaking out and trying to escape home on Tuesday of the second week in February. But halfway through, he encountered another wave of attacks, and was almost killed, and it was ten days before he could wake up and get up.

The so-called father, who had just emerged, took himself around the people who had been imprisoned and awaiting punishment with a grim face. Many of them were friends or acquaintances of Dearlando, Martin, Kenda, and even Ruidan, who was a prince. A list of casualties caused by his own escape and assassination was also thrown away by the king.

This first conversation between father and son involves responsibility, obligation, and the overall situation of the country, but there is no mention of longing and family affection. The conversation turned into a quarrel, and Zuihou ended with the death of Elena Barker and Baron Wood Leho, leaving an indelible rift between Deirlandor and Leighton.

King Leighton never admitted that he ordered the men to be killed, but he did not deny it either. He used the most brutal method to throw Diarlando from the original shijie into the more brutal and turbulent struggle for imperial power at once, without giving him any time to adapt and breathe.

The fire broke out during the time when he was injured for the second time, and it seems that he was trying to cut off the idea of going home, and with the memory modification that Miller said, maybe his father wanted to erase the more than ten years he spent in the civil society at that time...... It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries to cover it up, the group of people in the Grand Duke of Lyon can always find out the truth.

A rush of footsteps rang out from outside, and Deirlandor immediately jumped out of his thoughts and took two steps behind the door.

"Grandpa Miller~There's a circus in the village~! Before she could come in, she was shouting a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, and her cheerful voice was like that of Yinling, which immediately filled the room.

"Oh, yes? Great, Laura, I'll go see it in the evening, xiexie, you tell me. Miller stood up and greeted her, the little girl was the daughter of the village blacksmith, and she was very cheerful and lively. Because of the candy available all year round, Priest Miller has always been a favorite place for children. Miller took a few toffees from the sugar jar on the cabinet at the door, handed them to the little girl who had come to deliver the letter, and sent her away.

Outside, the voices of people were getting louder and louder, mixed with the neighing of horses and other animals. The villagers were attracted by the sudden arrival of the circus. Children screamed and frolicked, and the small square outside the prayer hall gradually became a sea of activity.

Dearrando walked to the balcony and looked, and before he knew it, the gorgeous sunset had covered half of the sky. The circus' dozen cars were lined up in two rows, almost filling the square, leaving only a piece of about thirty or forty square feet in the middle to be used as a stage for evening performances. Fayer's carriage was driven by Achille, and it stopped right under the large hazel tree at the back of the prayer hall.

Before the sun goes down, the villagers will light the haode offerings in the open space by the river, and use the blazing fire to symbolize the sun's rays, and the fire will continue to burn until midnight. During this time, they will sing and dance, drink and have fun, thank the sun and the land for the good harvest, and bring the most haode grains to the prayer hall to worship, hoping that the haode harvest will continue next year.

"It's time for me to go...... If I have the opportunity, I will help you talk about lifting the ban on you, so that you can return to your hometown to retire. Knowing that Priest Miller was going to be busy at once, Diarrando jumped out of the balcony without waiting for him to answer, landed in the bushes opposite, and slid down the tree to the ground.

Achille was untying the horse he was driving when Dearrando descended from the sky, startling him. He patted his chest and said, "Boss, why did you jump from the tree again, do you plan to become a monkey?"

Diarrando didn't speak, knocked on his head as a warning, and then lifted the curtain on Fayle's door to see if the man inside was suffering from heat stroke. You must know that the weather is so hot, staying in the airtight carriage, and not showing your face for most of the day, normal people have long been suffocated.

The sudden brightening of light and the influx of air apparently disturbed Fayle, and the mage threw a tearing charm without lifting his head, flying out against Deirlando's cheek, leaving two deep furrows in the ancient hazel trees.

Achille immediately crouched down with his head in his hands to avoid being injured by mistake, and Deirlandor reached out and dragged him out before the mage could throw the next spell. "Hey, are you stupid? Wake up, we're at our destination. ”

The mage then shifted his gaze from the super saliva boiling in the cauldron to Dearlandor's face, his face was full of displeasure, and he shook off Deirlando's hand and said, "What are you doing!"

The mage's clothes were almost soaked with sweat, his face was pale, and his expression was in a trance, if it hadn't been for Dearrando dragging him out, he would have really suffered from heat stroke. Diarlando knew that the research was not going to be a good thing when he looked at his expression, so he simply comforted him: "Is it impossible to study it?" It's okay, maybe that thing will be irreversible after it solidifies, next time I will directly give you Riceth's fresh saliva research." ”

Fayl muttered, "It's incredible, I didn't think that the final form of Dragon Gold should be like this, it can integrate any matter to form a new substance that is super compact. Because it is extremely tight, it is extremely hard and is hard to destroy. ”

"It turns out that a lot of research has been done, so you say that Weishenme can complete such a transformation through Rises's mouth?" Dearlando asked with interest.

"Can you let me dissect Ryses and study it?" Fayle looked excitedly as Deirrando made his request, and the answer was a jug of cold water falling head-on. Diarlando returned the kettle to Achille, looked at Fayer, who was wiping cold water on his face, and asked, "Are you awake?"

Only then did Fayle realize that he had blurted out what he was thinking just now, he looked around, looked at the sweat-soaked robe on his body with disgust, and immediately frowned and said, "I'm going to find a place to take a bath." ”

As a local, Diarlando naturally knew a suitable place to shower, so he greeted Zoya, who was directing the group to set up camp, and took Achille and Fayle to a secluded place. After a long path through the reeds, they came to a clear inlet, and Achille jumped into it without taking off his clothes. Fayer also took off his coat and slid into the water.

Dearrando also wanted to go down to the bubble to wash away the boredom of the afternoon, but a familiar source of energy that was rapidly approaching made him turn away from the inlet, and walk away from the crowd.

Martin, who had just broken up for less than a day, hurried over again, something big must have happened.