Sacred Calendar 1988.

The night of Heratim is particularly colorful and bright, and the colorful lights render this prosperous thousand-year-old city enchanting and charming, like the Milky Way falling in the distant sky, exuding a brilliant and fantastical light.

Under the glazed lights, the luxurious buildings, spacious streets, and bustling crowds of people piece together a vibrant scene in the night, like a beautifully depicted picture.

This glittering city is the imperial capital of the ancient and mysterious magical empire of Osland.

However, people are more accustomed to calling it the Holy Capital—Heratium, because it is also the origin of the Holy Religion of Cesslia, the largest religion in the Oslan Empire and even the entire Titan Continent.

Prosperity is not the whole face of Heratium, a large number of merchants and dignitaries gathered in the first to fifth districts, which were built around the Grand Palace of Kolova and the Holy Church of Cesslia, known as the Upper Fifth District, while the declining aristocrats and common people lived in the relatively backward Sixth to Tenth Districts, known as the Lower Fifth District.

Whether it is the style of the buildings or the way people dress and talk, as well as the various furnishings and decorations on the streets, the lower five districts and the upper five districts are very different, compared with the dazzling upper five districts like pearls and stars, the lower five districts are much more overshadowed, people can't help but sigh, although they are in the same city, but they are as far away as two worlds.

In a somewhat dilapidated courtyard in the seventh block, a three-story old building looks a little unremarkable in the dim light.

Lena leaned against the window, looking thoughtfully out of the window, and through the cleanly polished glass window, she could see a long street with all kinds of people walking on the bluestone paved road.

However, Lena didn't care about the various people coming and going, there was a kind of emptiness and ethereal in her eyes, clear with a cloudy feeling, as if her pupils looking into the distance were not focused on any point, and it seemed that everything had been reflected in her jewel-like blue pupils.

"Madam, it's cold night, you better go back to bed and rest early," the maid said worriedly as she looked at Linna, who was a little distracted.

"It's alright, Lucy, you go to sleep first. Lina said lightly, but her eyes remained blankly wandering out of the window, "I'm not sleepy yet, I'll go to sleep by myself when I'm sleepy." ”

There was a low sigh from the maid, and since she had been assigned to serve Lena and her newborn child three months earlier, the young mother had been leaning against the window for hours, and occasionally there would be a low sigh, with a hint of sadness in her helplessness. Sometimes she is even indifferent to the cry of a child, as if the world outside the window is a beautiful paradise, but her beautiful eyes are clearly full of abyssal sadness. What kind of past is hidden in the heart of this delicate and beautiful woman like a porcelain doll?

Maybe it's the lover of a superior from the Heratium Center, who is randomly placed in an inconspicuous corner after the clouds and rain, and slowly fends for himself with the child who should not have come to this world...... But there was no resentment in the woman's eyes, only a subtle glimmer of anticipation except sadness, hoping that her empty pupils would reflect the figure of the superior person, the figure of some big man in the center of Heratim, right?!

Just when the maid's thoughts were fluttering, a trace of strangeness flashed in Linna's unwavering eyes, and the originally spacious street suddenly stirred at this time......

The neighing of a black steed galloped from the other side of the street, the sound of horses' hooves rippling across the bluestone pavement, and the shrill neighing and heavy sound of horses' hooves ruined the laid-back atmosphere.

The crowd began to scatter in terror to avoid the sudden mad horse, screams, shouts, curses came and went, and even the well-dressed and clean gentlemen could not help but spit out some dirty words, especially when people saw that there was a tall man on the back of the crazy horse, their curses intensified, after all, in the holy capital of the Oslan Empire, there had never been such a despicable act, and on a wonderful night a madman rode a crazy horse and galloped through the bustling streets of Heratim. What did he want to do? Show off his horsemanship in public, or show off his athletic and handsome horse in front of the countless nobles of the Holy Capital?

Most people's minds must think that this person is crazy, and even if he is not crazy, he will soon become crazy, because in the holy capital of Heratim, it is expressly forbidden to ride horses in the city, and even the powerful ones will never allow their horses to run around here so unscrupulously, because to do so will undoubtedly destroy the noble and cold atmosphere of the city, and to do so is undoubtedly to defy the supreme imperial power and desecrate the solemn holy religion.

The burly body of the man on the horse was tightly wrapped in a black trench coat, and the high collar not only blocked the wind, but also concealed most of his face behind the collar, and if it were not for the brightly lit streets, he would almost perfectly blend into the pure black night.

"What does this guy want to do?"

"The big night must have been mad, with his horses. ”

"Oh God, this guy almost hit my young grandson, bless him for his death at the intersection ahead. ”

“......”

The cursing behind him was incessant, but the man didn't pay attention to it, and in fact he didn't have time to pay attention to it, at the moment he just wanted to rush to the end of the street in the shortest possible time.

At the end was a dilapidated courtyard with an old plane tree planted in front of the door, and the yellow leaves were slowly falling down the cobblestone path in front of the courtyard. He slowly raised his head, his sword-sharp eyes looked through the layers of lush foliage to the window on the second floor of the courtyard, and on the opposite side was a pair of blue eyes as beautiful as jewels, and after only a second of looking at each other, those beautiful eyes became shocked, mixed with surprise, joy and worry, and for a moment Mrs. Lina did not know what to do, and was stunned in front of the window.

"Mars... Marquis?" Madame Lina blurted out.

Soon there was a sharp knock on the door and the sound of the maid opening the door, and by the time Lena came to her senses, the tall man in a black trench coat was standing silently at the top of the stairs less than five meters away from her.

"Marquis Mars, you ...... Why are you here?" Seeing Mars dressed in pure black like this, Lena had a faint premonition, and her joy gradually dissipated, replaced by deep worry, and a faint hint of fear, she asked in a panic.

"Something happened, I'll talk about the details later. Mars took off his iron black mask under his high collar, forced his composure, and said, "What about the young master?"

"I have slept in the east room. The maid hurriedly replied.

"Quick, take the young master out through the back door, through the dark alley, at the corner of the eighth block, I have sent someone to prepare a carriage, and the coachman will take you out of the city, and go south overnight to the city of Flomisa. Mars spoke at a steady pace, but even then Lina's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Happens... What happened.... Could it be that he... He came out.... Is there something wrong?" Lena looked at the sturdy and tall man in front of her with a flustered expression, but she didn't feel the slightest sense of security from his strong physique.

"He's fine, don't worry, Madame, I'll go to Flora Mass when I'm done dealing with this matter, and I'll explain the situation in detail to Madame when the time comes." Mars was about to turn and go downstairs, and as soon as he had gone down the stairs, he seemed to remember something and turned back and commanded, "By the way, don't tell anyone that you have seen me tonight, and when you arrive at Flomium, the coachman will arrange for you and the young master to live, and don't go out into the streets until I come." ”

"Okay, I got it. Lina replied with the uneasiness in her heart.

"Also, no matter what happens, don't look back, I'll leave it to me!" Mars said the last sentence and put on his black iron mask again, and quickly walked down the stairs.

The sound of his low footsteps was like a dense drum beat, "thump" against Linna's chest, and the ominous premonition made her delicate body tremble uncontrollably, until the maid came and hugged her thin body and gently patted Linna's back to make her look soften slightly.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled black, and the dull roar of thunder exploded in the depths of the thick clouds, and the blue-purple arcs of lightning that could be faintly seen shuttling through the low clouds, like poisonous snakes trying to break free from the dark abyss, hideous and terrifying.

The trivial sound of horses' hooves quietly disappeared under the old plane tree in front of the courtyard, and five men in red robes and hoods turned over and dismounted, observing the dilapidated old building in front of them with solemn expressions.

"Bishop, according to the information that has been discovered, the woman and the child should live in this building......" One of the red-robed men took off his hood to reveal a cold face, and he turned to the other red-robed man who slowly stepped forward respectfully.

"Okay! Go in and search for the woman. The red-robed man who was called the bishop slowly raised his sharp eyes hidden under the hood, and his deep voice sounded a piercing coldness, "By the way, there is also that woman's child, I want to live!"

"Yes!" the other four red-robed men said in unison.

Just as they stepped forward, ready to bang on the door......

The closed black wooden door slowly opened with a "creak", and the four red-robed men looked at each other, and the Marquis Mars, wearing a black iron mask, stood quietly behind the door, his narrow eyes were covered with a layer of frost, "It seems that you are a step late." ”

"How did you tell we're a step late?" The Bishop's eyes, shrouded in the shadow of the hood, suddenly locked in a dangerous and cold light, his sexy thin lips raised slightly, revealing one white, neat tooth, and a cold and deadly allure in his deep voice, like a bewitching ghost gradually emerging from the shadows.

"Because...... With me here, you won't be able to make it. Mars said in a sonorous voice, and as he stepped forward, he slowly drew a knight's sword from his side, staring ahead without any fear in his eyes, and the swirling wind rolled up the black cloak behind him.

A thunderbolt suddenly fell, reflecting the vast and boundless sky, and a huge and dull roar followed, resounding through the heavens and the earth!

A black carriage sprang out of the darkness and drove past the last inch of land that belonged to Heratium, the gates of the massive city made of rock and dark iron slowly closing behind it.

Mrs. Lena lifted the white curtain and looked through the car window at the increasingly small Heratim, with a complicated expression and tears in her touching eyes.

Another thunderbolt slashed down, purple lightning fell from the sky, like a sharp sword straight into Heratium, and the roar of the explosion came with the pouring rain......

The farther he went, the more blurred he was in the majestic rain......

"I've been waiting for your father to name you, but I don't think there's a chance," Lady Lyna slowly lowered the curtain and turned her head to look at the baby boy she was holding in her arms, her eyes full of pity and sadness......

"Let's call you Wren..."

"Wren ......"