"Madam, young master, he still won't reply, and he won't let us in," the maid said with an anxious face standing in front of Lin Nan.

"It's okay, Xiaocui, you go down to help first, young master, don't worry about him, let him be alone there for a while" Lin Nan waved his hand and motioned for the maid to retreat.

Compared with Shang Haolai, Lin Nan and Shang Qian and his wife were more open to the death of Carlo. As Carlo said, he is just a passer-by for the Shang Mansion, and in the past 15 years, only Shang Hao has made him really care about the entire Shang Mansion.

After Shang Hao woke up, the first thing he did was to come to Carlo's independent courtyard, lock the door, and not let anyone in. The maid who took care of Shang Hao was naturally very anxious, but Lin Nan knew that any comfort with Shang Hao at this moment was not as good as letting Shang Hao be quiet by himself, and only by waiting for Shang Hao to really come out by himself.

In the courtyard, Shang Hao sat on a square stone step, looking at the tree in the courtyard, which was carved with dense sword marks, which were all traces left by his sword practice when he was a child.

Slowly stepping forward, Shang Hao pulled out a wooden sword inserted in the soil next to the tree, gently wiped away the soil attached to the tip of the sword, and the sword raised his hand, and the thunder magic was released.

In this way, with the memory in my mind, one move and one style, I move at will, and there is no rule at all. But Shang Hao was immersed in such a state, tracing the memories of the past.

"Bang ......"

An explosion sounded and pulled Shang Hao out of his memory.

Looking down at the wooden sword in his hand with only the hilt left, the wood chips that shattered were slowly burning, and the wooden sword could not carry the violent thunder magic after all.

Looking up at the steps at the door of the hut expectantly, he retracted his gaze in disappointment.

The hilt of the sword fell to the ground, and Shang Hao slowly knelt on the ground, and at this time, the blood covenant circle in the center of his eyebrows suddenly lit up.

"Huh... Woo Woo Woo..."

The magic emitted by the circle condensed the shape of the Nymph, and the two pairs of wings behind the instigator flew beside Shang Hao. The voice in his mouth comforted Shang Hao.

After the establishment of the blood covenant, Shang Hao and the spirit of the Nymph are linked, although the language of the Nymph is incomprehensible to Shang Hao, but he can understand the meaning of the Nymph, and the Nymph can also feel Shang Hao's emotional changes.

"Nymph, I'm fine, thank you!" Reaching out to drag Nymph, Shang Hao looked at Nymph and said with a smile.

It's just that the smile on Shang Hao's face flashed away, and he glanced at the wooden sword hilt on the ground, Shang Hao picked it up, the thunder magic power in his hand condensed, the thunderstorm turned on, and the wooden sword hilt turned into debris, burned, and fell into the pile of ashes before.

Nymph looked at Shang Hao and slowly flew up from his hand.

"Phew..."

"Nymph, you?"

What Nymph meant at this time was that she had a sword, but Shang Hao was still full of doubts, not knowing what Nymph meant.

Just as Nymph flew in front of Shang Hao, Nymph raised his little hand, stretched out his index finger, and his fingertips condensed the magic power of the light system, swiping in the air, drawing an extremely complex magic circle.

At the same time as the Nymph drew the magic circle, the thunder magic and life magic in Shang Hao's body began to radiate uncontrollably to the outside of the body. Mixed with the Nymph's light magic, it blended into the circle.

The circle gradually took shape, and the Nymph uttered a few syllables that Shang Hao had never heard of, and at the same time, ancient elven scripts began to appear around the circle, two of which were ancient elven scripts that Shang Hao could identify as "creation", and the rest were not recognized.

The ancient elven script floated up and down, with the word creation as the core, forming the appearance of a sword, the style was streamlined, the same as the wooden sword carved by Carlo for Shang Hao. The strong magic power condensed in the magic circle slowly flowed with the ancient elf text at this time, and condensed into an entity.

As the movements of the Nymph's hands stopped, all the magic power was condensed, and those ancient elven characters were carved into the sword like patterns.

"Woo Woo"

Nymph's voice was a little hurried, and Shang Hao immediately understood what Nymph meant.

Reaching out and holding the hilt of the sword, there was a warm, comfortable feeling coming from the palm of his hand. The blade of the sword is three fingers wide and seven feet long. The sword is pregnant with the power of the violent thunder system, and at the same time, the violent thunder of destruction is mixed with infinite vitality.

After Nymph completed all this, his body flying in the air suddenly shook a few times, Shang Hao hurriedly stretched out his left hand to catch Nymph, after Nymph landed on Shang Hao's hand, two pairs of wings hung down behind his back, sitting on Shang Hao's hand, looking at Shang Hao with wide eyes.

"Phew. Purine.. Phew.."

"You're saying Uncle Carlo used this sword before?"

"Woo ......"

"Are you fused my magic and recondensed?"

"Huh... Phew..."

"Can the sword be put away with blood like you?"

Shang Hao listened to what Nymph said, opened the blood covenant circle in the center of his eyebrows, and the long sword in his hand turned into a ray of light, which disappeared into the center of his eyebrows, and suspended in the original sleeping position of Nymph.

After putting away the long sword, Shang Hao put the Nymph on his shoulder and walked to the bluestone steps at the door of the hut and sat down. At this time, it was getting late, and a little starlight was faintly visible in the sky.

"By the way, Nymph, do you remember Uncle Carlo's past?"

Shang Hao looked up at the sky and asked the nymph.

Nymph shook his head, although Shang Hao didn't see it, he and Nymph were in the same spirit, so he naturally knew Nymph's answer at this time.

"That's right, Uncle Carlo said you lost your memory, so let's go find it together?"

"Woo ......"

"Your memory is not lost, but blocked?"

"Woo ......"

"I think so, Uncle Carlo probably doesn't want me to know about those things, but I'll find out for myself."

"Does that sword have a name?"

"Woo ......"

"Elven King Sword, I know, thank you Nymph"

When Nymph heard Shang Hao's words, she flew around Shang Hao twice happily, and then flipped her wings and slowly landed beside Shang Hao and sat on the ground. Shang Hao looked at Nymph, who was sitting on the steps like him next to him, but looked untroubled, and felt a little sad.

Carlo left, and took everything he could, just like the memory of the Nymph, after Carlo sealed it, told Shang Hao that the Nymph had lost his memory, and he didn't want Shang Hao to understand his past, but apparently Carlo underestimated Shang Hao's determination.

"Nymph, do you miss Uncle Carlo?" Shang Hao asked, turning his head to look at Nymph, who was sitting on the steps, shaking his legs slightly.

Nymph, who was originally a little happy, heard Shang Hao's words, slowly quieted down, looked up at Shang Hao after a while, and shook his head gently. Nymph shook her head to mean that she didn't know how she was feeling now, and after her memory was blocked, Nymph's memories of Carlo were only for a short period of time after she woke up.

"I think you miss him too, right? After all, Uncle Carlo is so kind to you, he rarely laughs, but when he looks at you, he laughs so happily, he blocks your memory, maybe he also wants to separate you from some things and protect you!"

After Shang Hao finished speaking, he put his hand behind his head and lay down on the steps gently, seeing this, Nymph also learned from Shang Hao's appearance, and lay down on the ground, Shang Hao gently flicked Nymph with his other hand and smiled, but then quieted down and lay there quietly.