Dust of History Chapter 2: Li Song

Asa took out the knife from under the bed. It's already full of dust. This weapon, which embodies his father's hard work and blessings and represents his dream, has been lying under the bed for a long time. Bishop Ronis told him not to wear this knife, which was completely unsuitable for a priest even in terms of shape. Because knives are the standard weapons of low-level soldiers and hooligans, they are vulgar objects for rough chopping and killing.

With the knife on his back, the familiar weight rubbed against his skin through the rough feeling of the linen clothes on his body. A suit of clothing and equipment most commonly used by adventurers, as well as small things necessary for survival in the wild, such as salt, honey and herbs, are also carefully carried in his arms. The current state is the same as the night he left in Karondo, but the mood is completely different.

At that time, it was pure excitement and excitement, but now I don’t know what it is. There seemed to be a little discouragement, and there seemed to be a strange sense of relief.

Come out from the cabin inside, look around, look at the weird old man who is standing there with a dead hand looking at him curiously, thinking that he will never come back again, but he is so full of enthusiasm for this There is a feeling of reluctance in the strange place of dead bodies and organs.

Walking in front of Sandro, he sighed. He patted Sandro on the shoulder with a half hug and said, "Goodbye, old man. I will miss you when I am free."

Unexpectedly, Sandro jumped away like a stabbed rabbit, patted the place where he hugged, glared at him and said, "Why are you so disgusting? What's wrong with your head? "

"Hey, I'm just saying hello to you before I leave." Asa withdrew his hand awkwardly.

"Go? Where are you going?"

"I don't know either, probably traveling around the world while avoiding wanted people."

"You didn't do the things Ronis arranged for you?" Sandro rolled his eyes and looked at him.

"Not doing it. I can't do it."

"When you make up your mind to get caught, go to Vidnina's place?"

Asa smiled wryly: "Are you looking for death? I was almost killed by two necromancers a few days ago. I heard from a guy named Master Aiden that all necromancers except Vidnina wanted to kill her." Killed me. I really don’t know what happened to my Lich classmate.”

"That fellow Aiden..." Sandro was startled. "These **** already... don't know what will happen to Vidnina... Forget it, these things have long been none of my business. Let them make trouble." Sighing, he looked at Asa again. "Then you still dare to go out and run around like this? Are you tired of work?"

Asa spread his hands and said, "Anyway, I don't want to continue to do **** under Bishop Ronis. I have something I want to do."

"Even if you are wanted by the church, you don't care if you are wanted by the elves?" Sandro stared at him, his black and white eyes were lifeless. "What about being hunted down by the guild? Aren't you afraid? In this world, except for Ronis and the others, they probably have a little bit of scruples. Even an imperial emperor, in their eyes, is no different from a chicken. Kill him if you want. You are such a sissy." Boy, aren't you afraid?"

"Scared. Who is not afraid of death?" Asa smiled wryly, sighed again, and said lightly. "But I know better what I will do and what I will not do. If you want to kill, kill it. I may not be easier to kill than an emperor."

Sandro tilted his head and stared at him blankly, his eyes continued to glow with a color that seemed to be death but not death. Suddenly nodded: "So you are not a sissy anymore, I don't know when you are already a man." He raised his head and asked: "But aren't you afraid that I will capture you, a guy who wants to escape, and give it to Roniss right now? You know we It's from a friend." He spread his hands, awe-inspiring. "As for a person like me who values ​​loyalty, I must think a lot about my friends."

"Oops. I forgot." Asa suddenly came to his senses and patted his head. He frowned again and looked at Sandro. "But you are so loyal, you shouldn't betray me, right?"

Sandro stared, and said aggressively: "You are one of my coolies who carry corpses. What kind of loyalty do you have to tell me?" Throw something to Asa. "I won't give you any wages for skipping work halfway. But for the sake of your hard work, here are two things that I don't use. Give them to you. Maybe it will make you live longer."

Asa took it, a book and another soft thing. He opened a page of the book casually, and saw "Principle Analysis of Expelling Skeletons and Zombies" written on it. He looked at Sandro in surprise and asked: "This is...."

"This is a book about necromancy that I wrote myself after being bored all these years. I didn't intend to show it to others, but you are an honest guy, so I gave it to you as a souvenir. "

"But... this is necromancy..." Asa hesitated.

"It's good magic that saves your life." Sandro spat out. "Bah, you bastard, do you know what's good or bad? I gave you a souvenir with good intentions and good intentions, and you still pick and choose. If you don't want it, just return it to me."

"Yes, of course I want it." Asa quickly put the book into his arms. Indeed, any magic that works is good magic. Under the effect of dark meditation, necromancy seems to be the only type of magic he can practice now. He still remembers very clearly how when he encountered Master Aiden, he was hit by the opponent flying all over the sky and then hit him like a rain of lightning and thunder balls, making him run around all over the ground. If I still only rely on the lowest-level rotten fireball in the future, it will not be enough to bring a hundred leaves of the World Tree with me.

Asa looked at the other thing again. It was a piece of soft skin, and the distorted facial features seemed to be condensed by melted wax. It was actually the one he used to avoid the duke when he first arrived in the capital. mask. Since the Duke lifted his arrest warrant, he forgot where he threw it, but Sandro put it away unexpectedly.

"You old man, you didn't give me this good thing sooner." If the book on necromancer magic just surprised him, this thing simply made him ecstatic. With this thing, as long as the old man Sandro doesn't say anything, no one can recognize himself except for the limited number of people, the bishop, Duke Mrak. But I have been forgetting this most important thing, and if I think about it, I can let Sandro give it to me and I can run away.

"I don't give these things to sissies." Sandro said lightly. As if remembering something suddenly, he stretched out his hand to Asa. "By the way, show me the woodcutter on your back."

Asa took off the knife and handed it to Sandro. The old man looked at it, stretched out his thin and pale fingers and flicked the knife, and there was a sound of gold and iron. "En. It's really good. It's a good thing made entirely of Kalendo concentrate. But it seems that it's just a good blacksmith without any other processing, right?"

"Well, it's my father." Asa replied.

"Your father?" Sandro nodded, walked into the inner room with a knife in his hand, came out with a small bottle after a sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes, and said to himself: "I just found out that your knife is so special today. Good stuff, there's a magic experiment I've been wanting to do for a while. You don't mind."

"Hello..." Asa was a little worried. "Don't break it."

Sandro didn't make a sound, just swept out an open space on the stone platform with a knife, bit his finger, drew a small magic circle on the stone platform with his own blood, and put the knife in the center. Then he unscrewed the vial, and a wave of magic with a **** smell came out.

Asa saw that there seemed to be two animal fangs inside the vial, and asked with a frown, "What are those?"

"The tooth of a vampire count. It's not easy to come by. Killing that monster gave me a headache." Sandro murmured. Then he put two of his teeth on the blade and held it down with one finger, muttering a low-pitched incantation.

The entire magic circle began to emit a faint light. Asa could vaguely feel that the extremely huge magic power was condensing and vibrating in the magic circle. But it hardly exudes the small space in the magic circle. As Sandro recited the mantra, the magic power in the three-foot-square semicircular space became more and more intense, and the two teeth that Sandro held on with his fingers began to soften and melt slowly.

The **** smell contained in the teeth permeated every space in the big house, completely covering up the smell of corpses that originally occupied this place. I don't know if it was a hallucination, but Asa could vaguely hear bursts of shrill and mournful screams. This voice was both real and illusory, but it made his heart tremble, as if it echoed directly in the mind and soul of a person.

The magic power in the magic circle became stronger and stronger, and the small space seemed to be squeezed into a rough sea. The vampire's two teeth had completely melted into a white liquid flowing on the blade. Although it was actually inaudible, Asa felt that the howling from nowhere seemed to destroy the whole big house. He looked at Sandro inexplicably in horror, only to find that the old man, who was always present at all times, was covered in cold sweat, and his face was translucent white amidst the beard and messy hair.

But Asa didn't dare to make a sound at will. Interrupting the spellcasting in this situation is no longer a question of whether the knife will cause problems.

Finally, the shrill cry quickly weakened. The white liquid formed by the melting of the teeth on the blade also seeped into the blade like water that met a sponge.

"Here you go." Sandro said in a deep voice. But before Asadu could react, he found that his hand had somehow reached Sandro's. Sandro retracted his fingers that were holding his teeth, and gently grasped a small piece of flesh in the center of Asa's index finger. A piercing pain came, the piece of flesh had already left him.

The splashed blood fell on the knife and made a scoffing sound, as if dripping on a red-hot iron plate, leaving a dark mark. The strange howling sound also completely disappeared. The magic power in the magic circle poured into the blade at the same time.

Sandro staggered, and Asa quickly reached out to support him. He wiped his sweat with his hands, and sighed, "I'm really old..."

After taking a few breaths, Sandro pushed away Asa's hand to stand firm, and said to him, "Pick up the knife and have a look."

Besides the addition of that bloodstain, the knife doesn't seem to have changed much. But as soon as he took the knife, Asa could feel a strange magical power flowing in the knife, probably because of the addition of his own blood, this magic wave seemed to be in harmony with his breathing and heartbeat. strange rhythm. It was just an ordinary knife, but now it has become a magical weapon.

He had only heard of magic weapons before. That requires the cooperation of the most advanced blacksmiths and senior magicians during the smelting process, and the addition of precious magic raw materials to make the magic power in the weapon permanent and endless. Some top-quality magic weapons are even more valuable. And Sandro actually made one by himself in this moment, which is simply unimaginable.

"You are lucky, brat. I just imagined this magic, but I didn't know it was successful." Sandro looked at his work and nodded feebly. "Not bad, not bad."

Asa was holding the knife, feeling the flow of magic power inside, and looking at the book and mask in the other hand, a strange impulse arose in his chest. He looked at the listless Sandro, and suddenly bowed to him: "Thank you...for taking care of me so much."

But Sandro almost spit on his face. "It's less nasty, who took care of you. If you want to get out, get out."

Asa looked at this weird old man and smiled wryly, and said: "If I have time in the future, I will come back to see you."

Sandro looked at him from top to bottom again, nodded, shook his head again, and murmured: "Alas, when I first saw you, I thought I just picked a cheap coolie Oh...how did you know that so many things happened later...the world is really unpredictable. But forget it, don't think about the unpredictable. Everyone just do their own things. Get out...oh, By the way, aren't you going to say hello to Ronis?"

"Forget it. I think it will be avoided." Asa shook his head with a wry smile. "And I heard that Bishop Adela came over from the Holy See today. Bishop Ronis is probably busy."

"Bishop Adela?" Sandro was startled when he heard the name, raised his head and squinted his eyes for a while. "It seems like I've heard someone mention this name... a strange feeling." But he didn't seem to think of anything in the end, he just lowered his head and frowned and said to Asa. "Well... after you leave, don't come back even if you are free. I always feel that something is a little strange..."

"What's strange?" Asa asked.

"There's nothing you need to be surprised about." Sandro waved his hand. "If you want to get out, get out."

Walking out of the big house, I came to a small hill outside the capital city, looking back at the endless houses. Although this place seems to be mostly unpleasant memories for him, but thinking that he may never come back after leaving, he is still a little bit reluctant.

Reluctant to bear anything... Asa sighed.

Evening. In the duke's mansion.

The young female Assistant Minister of Finance had just finished reviewing the last batch of documents for the day, so she stood up and walked around. She has been sitting at the desk and working since the morning, and it has been more than ten hours now. In all the bureaucratic institutions of the empire, there will never be a more dedicated and dedicated official than her.

Not only that. Her abilities were also astonishing. In just a few months, the financial revenue and expenditure of the empire, which had been chaotic, began to be organized slowly under her arrangement. His outstanding ability has been recognized by all officials in the court, coupled with his father's influence and intentional or unintentional means. Although she is only an assistant minister in name, she has already handled many major financial affairs by herself. The aged Chancellor of the Exchequer was happy to give up his job to this outstanding junior, and by the way, he could express to Duke Mrak that he really intended to abdicate to let Xian Zhi know what he was doing. As we all know, it may not be long before she is the Chancellor of the Empire.

For the convenience of the office, and because she is not in good health as a daughter and travels around, she simply set up the office in the Duke's Mansion. Of course, this also has the meaning of Duke Mrak. It is natural that his daughter is in charge of the entire empire's finances in his own home. In essence, he can have extraordinary convenience, and it has to be said that it is a great spiritual enjoyment.

This approach seems to be a bit of a hypocrisy. But Xiaoyi's work is indeed very good and impartial and aboveboard makes people have nothing to say. The most important thing is that with the current power and status of the Duke, he no longer needs to be afraid of what others will say.

Gossip is scary and a good reputation is necessary, but only if you have competitors and need to win favor and numb your opponent's feelings. When the momentum has become the same for a while, and even if it is not covering the sky with one hand, it can block more than half of the situation, and there is no need to spend extra thoughts on erecting any archway. Of course, the Duke is by no means the kind of superficial person who will be complacent once he gains power, for fear that others will not know that he can control the wind and rain. He is very measured.

However, the duke was really overjoyed that his daughter had the opportunity to embark on an official career, and showed such a strong ability, such a strong self-motivation and political ambition. It is definitely enough to be gratified to have such a capable daughter without a son.

I often hear others praise her as worthy of being a tiger father without a dog, but Xiaoyi herself often smiles bitterly in secret. Maybe everyone thinks so, and my father thinks so, but it's not.

She doesn't have the slightest desire for power. She may not be the most capable, hardworking and greatest official in the world, but she is definitely the most helpless.

She seems to have everything, status and status, a family, a husband, and relatives. But in fact she knows best herself that she has almost nothing.

She is not the kind of person who fits in her life circle at all. From the very beginning, the only meaning of the husband and home that is in name only is **** and shackles. Although she still has a father, what the Duke has done is enough to make any son or daughter shudder, and even the slightest intimacy can no longer be raised.

Luckily, she finally has a 'career'. After risking her life to save the emperor, she only asked for a position in the face of numerous rewards, so that she could escape from the role of "lady" in a legitimate way.

And she really did. She has a smart mind, and her years of adventurous life outside made her understand the sufferings of civilians very well. She can immerse herself in her work wholeheartedly, and try her best to do everything well in her hands. When you are so busy that you have no mind and no time to worry and think about anything, you really feel much better in your heart. And when the results are achieved, looking back at those achievements, it seems that there is indeed a sense of satisfaction. She slowly found the focus of her life, and even had some goals and fighting spirit. She felt that the work in her hands might help thousands of people to eat more and live more comfortably, and this country could be better. Better yet, this sense of fulfillment and accomplishment is indeed satisfying

It's just that in the dead of night, when she had to stop work and rest, she still couldn't help feeling lonely, and unconsciously thought: How is he now?

Xiaoyi walked to the balcony of the room and stared blankly at the stars in the sky. For some reason, the night sky tonight is particularly clear, just like the beautiful starry sky that he saw on the wild highlands with him. Sighing deeply, he remembered the days in Oufu again. Those carefree, happy times... But these are gone forever.

I don't know if I'm too tired from work, and my mind is in a trance. It seemed that he heard his footsteps again. The sound of the burlap shoes rubbing on the ground, the unique rhythm slowly approaching, even the nose seems to feel his sweaty body odor again... Xiaoyi couldn't help closing her eyes, fascinated by this In the hallucinations that are as hazy as smoke and silk mist.

"Such stars are really rare in the capital. But how can you see them with your eyes closed?"

Xiao Yi suddenly opened her eyes and turned around. Seeing him standing beside him.

He was no longer wearing the priest's white robe, but the same ordinary coarse cloth clothes as before, with a bit messy hair, and he still carried the strangely shaped knife on his back. Just like when he was in Oufu.

After she was extremely surprised, she didn't dare to move, she didn't dare to confirm whether this was an illusion produced by her thoughts or real.

Asa reached out her hand to her face, stroked and sighed, "You've lost weight again...Didn't I tell you not to be picky eaters?"

Resisting the urge to throw herself into his arms, Xiaoyi took a step back and asked, "Why are you here? Why are you like this?"

"I'm leaving." Asa looked at her with a smile and said lightly.

"Go? Where are you going?"

"Travel the world like I told you before."

"Didn't the bishop arrange so many things for you? Don't you do it?"

"No more."

"How can I do that? Those are very important things, how can you just walk away. And the bishop has great hopes for you and arranged such a good opportunity for you. What he did Everything is for you too. You go..."

"But those are not what I want to do. I have made up my mind to leave here and never come back." Asa took a step forward.

"Never come back again?" Xiaoyi looked at him.

"Yes, I will never come back again." Asa hugged her into his arms. "I'm here to see you tonight."

"What are you doing, let go..." Xiaoyi struggled desperately. But his arms were clasped tightly.

Finally she couldn't move anymore, and she fell on his shoulder with tears streaming down her face. "You go now..." The voice was already choked ~IndoMTL.com~ unable to speak out.

With you leaving, what is my giving up before?

Asa lowered his head and found her lips, he already felt...

The door of the room was opened with a bang. The Duke appeared at the door, his eyes like knives.

Asa turned over and jumped off the terrace, and disappeared into the darkness after a few leaps.

"Father..." Xiaoyi backed away in panic. She hadn't been this upset for a long time.

Duke Mrak quickly walked up to the terrace and glanced in the direction where Asa disappeared. He still had a very amiable smile on his face, but his eyes could already break hairs. "I originally wanted to ask about my daughter's finances, but I didn't expect that there would be uninvited guests at such a late hour, and I heard some very interesting things... It's just that I still don't quite understand, Xiaoyi, Can you tell Dad? Hahaha..."

The intimate title of 'Dad' has disappeared from Xiaoyi's memory for a long time, just like his father's happy laughter. She heard it again after more than ten years, but it only made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and every pore in her body was filled with chills.