Dust of History Chapter 63: Name

"Aren't you going to Tula Leon Forest with me?" Luya frowned and looked at Asa, with disappointment and surprise written on her face like a child.

Asa patted her on the head, smiled wryly and said: "I still have important urgent matters to go back to the capital. Besides, you have seen Lord Cedros, he is a good friend of your elves, General Gru I will definitely be able to send you there safely."

Luya snorted, looked at the tall and thin man who seemed to be human and nodded.

"Give me the leaf of the world tree and her like this, are you at ease?" General Gelu looked at Asa and asked lightly. His sculptural and handsome face always has a faint majesty at any time.

Asa smiled and said, "I really can't think of a bodyguard who is safer than you."

Gru said lightly: "Bodyguard? Do you know what is the most important thing about a bodyguard?"

"What is it?"

"It's trust." General Grew's eyes flashed. "This is a fetish that everyone dreams of. It was a last resort to use it on you last time. And our personal friendship seems to be not so good. Let me say first, I just asked the dwarf king to kill him when he passed by here. It's just two necromancers. I never thought of helping you. Do you trust me like that?"

Asa smiled and said: "If you really want it, you can grab it by force. It seems that we have nothing to do. And I feel that you will definitely not."

"Feeling? Can't you judge with your brain?" General Gelu still looked at him coldly. "Even if I am not interested, maybe Sedros will be interested, he is a magician. Even if we are not interested, such magical magic items may be useful to Euph. Even if we are not interested, we have to Interested. Even so, do you still believe me?"

Asa frowned and thought for a while, sighed, looked at General Gelu's dark and calm eyes and smiled: "I believe you. Because I have no other choice but to believe you."

General Gelu didn't speak any more, just looked at Asa coldly. There was no emotion in those dark eyes, like a pool of frozen ink.

After a long while, the sculptural face finally wavered a little. Although it seemed a little mocking, the corners of the slender mouth curved upwards, and the dark eyes narrowed slightly. He took out a teleportation scroll from his arms and handed it to Asa. "This is the scroll of the teleportation array in your king's capital. It was originally given to us by the emissary of Oufu by your emperor to make it convenient for us to go. If you are in a hurry, use this."

"This thing really came at the right time. I was worried that I would not be able to catch up with the time, but this time is enough." Asa took the scroll with great joy.

"Hey, hello." Luya stood behind Asa and took his hand. "You see, even this person himself says he can't be trusted, why do you still believe him?"

"Hehe, trust, it's purely a feeling. Because I have fought against him, I can feel that he is not that kind of person."

"So you believe me so much because I almost killed you?" General Gelu looked at him, and the smile on his face deepened a little.

"Yes. Hahahaha..." Asa laughed. Holding the teleportation scroll in his hand, he looked at the gray sky in the basin. He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

In the meeting room of Di Yagu. Two necromancers supported the breathless Master Aiden, who was found lying in the teleportation magic circle. The entire right arm and half of the shoulder were completely gone, and there was a thick and deep scar under the rib on the right side.

The light of pure white magic floated on Master Aiden. Under the double effects of the two advanced healing white magics of 'Rebirth from the Ashes' and 'Divine Grace', his pale complexion finally had some business.

"This is not damage that can be caused by magic, and I can't see what kind of weapon it is. If this scar is moved a little bit to the left, he will never come back." A necromancer looked at Aiden carefully The wound on the master. Now the bleeding has completely stopped and even new granulation is starting to heal over the wound. Apart from the Pope, the only one who can enjoy the treatment of two almost top-level white magics is Di Yagu.

"Is he the only one back?" A necromancer coughed and asked. Because of a rare gathering, most of the necromancers have not left Diagu after the meeting. If the two members who are good at healing magic leave, Master Aiden will only have a dead end.

"He's the only one. I don't know what's going on with Ashley..."

"Aceri is dead." Master Aiden struggled to open his eyes, dying. "We intercepted that kid together in Kalendo, but he came out of nowhere with a helper who sneaked up and killed Ashley from behind..."

"What?" "What kind of person?" The necromancers were extremely surprised.

"...I don't know what kind of person it is, I haven't seen it." Master Aiden struggled to speak these words. Two of the world's top magicians, members of the Necromancer Guild, one was killed and the other escaped with half their lives, yet they didn't even see their opponents. This is simply a joke.

But none of the necromancers laughed. They are very aware of each other's strength. The atmosphere in the conference hall was unprecedentedly heavy. This is a group of people who thought they were at the top of the world, but they discovered that someone could deal with them like a bug.

"Where's that guy Inham?" Master Aiden glanced at his colleagues present. "Only he knows that kid. That helper and that kid cooperate tacitly, and they are definitely people who know each other. Why have I never heard of him? This guy hides too many things from us." After saying so much in one breath, Aiden The master took a few breaths.

"He has already gone to kill Ronis." A necromancer said lightly.

"He's alone?" The emotional excitement almost made Master Aiden faint. Ronis was already a master of white magic and air magic twenty years ago, recognized as the number one magician in the church, and there is also Sandro, the former acting president of the guild. The combination of these two people may have to be here Only when everyone makes a move can they be absolutely sure.

"Of course we also made some church and other preparations for him." The necromancer supporting Master Aiden added a spell to temporarily improve his physique. "Although I don't know exactly what he's going to do, Inham probably won't do anything he's not sure about."

"Alas, there have been so many turmoil and accidents during this period..." The old necromancer coughed hard, and the way he was struggling made people think that he was about to cough up his lungs. "I really miss when Sandro and Agrinel were still here..." After a while, he adjusted his breathing and said slowly. "Maybe we should elect an acting president..."

Master Aiden's face is extremely ugly, not just because of the injury. He knew that this position probably couldn't talk to him.

Asa ran in big strides, trampling on the soft black soil. Breathe in the air full of charcoal and iron juice. Listen to the knocking and the shouting of the dwarves in the tavern

He has never felt that this kind of air is so beautiful, and he has never felt that the foggy sky above his head is so beautiful. This is the air he has breathed for twenty years, and the sky he has lived for twenty years. Under such a sky and such an air, it seems impossible for any magical fluctuations to occur, and it is impossible for any conspiracy to grow in people's hearts. Everything is so peaceful here.

After running for a long time from the outskirts of the basin, I finally returned to the poor and dilapidated small village, and the familiar scenery finally appeared in front of me.

The steamed bun shop I frequented was still sandwiched between the grocery store and the armor shop. The two children who were shopping seemed to belong to the miner's family behind the village, and they had grown quite a bit now. The blacksmith wife who lost one eye was digging a well, and there were still two bricks missing on the edge of the well. I remember one of them was a weapon I picked up from a fight with others when I was ten years old. Also rotten. The big stone was still placed by the door of the carpenter who always thought he was not pleasing to the eye, and even the marks left by him when he was a child when he often urinated on it seemed to be faintly visible. The door of the house of the girl who always treats herself to eat is closed, and there is still a piece of wood missing from the door...

"I'm back." Asa shouted. The voice echoed under the foggy sky. The villagers all looked at this man in amazement, and someone had already recognized him. "Hey, it's that blacksmith's **** son, he's back."

The dozen or so gold coins in his arms were shaking heavily. This is what he specially asked for General Gelu. My father's honest, unremarkable face came to mind. It seems that after clearly expressing the two concepts of honest man and blacksmith, there is nothing left to impress people. But after spending so long outside in rough waters, I realized that this extremely ordinary face is the most kind.

I don't know what father's expression will be when he sees the money he brought back is enough to buy everything in his shop? Will you be excited? But the father in my memory never seemed to have these emotions. Probably he will still be the same as before, asking himself lightly if he has eaten, and then take out the cold porridge or bread that seems to be always ready.

Finally at the end of the village, the familiar house was already in sight. Asa was stunned.

Now this supposedly intimate place seems so strange. No matter it was windy or rainy, the father’s tools were placed outside under the thatched shed, but more than half of the thatched shed had collapsed, and the stove was covered with moss due to the damp mist in the basin, indicating that it had not been used for a long time. . The door of the house is closed, the roof is broken, and the dust everywhere shows that no one has lived here for some time.

Asa was stunned in front of the door for a while before reaching out to push. With a groan of 'ah', the door swung open.

The furnishings in the room remained the same, the racks for placing weapons were still there, but the top was empty. The dining table is still in the corner, and the stool that my father repaired after I broke it is still placed under the table, and the familiar and simple furniture is full of dust.

Behind the village, a lonely hut leaned against the hillside, and an old woman was sitting in front of the hut reading a book. She has long brown hair and a thin face. It can be seen that she must have been a rare beauty when she was young, but her whole body exudes a temperament that is completely different from other women. While reading, she suddenly looked up and saw Asa running over.

"Are you back?" The old woman closed her book and stood up. "I know you must ask me if you have something to say, so come in."

The hut was still as tidy as Asa remembered when he was a child, and the books and souvenirs of adventure travel in various places were also placed in an orderly manner. Asa asked anxiously: "Grandma Al, where is my father..."

"He's dead." Granny Al sat down on the chair and replied softly.

These three words immediately blew up everything in my mind. Asa was stunned.

"Shortly after you left, people came from the mine. They said you stole the iron concentrate from the mine. Your father didn't say anything, he sold all the goods in the family to pay for it, and he had to work in the smelter As a result, on the third day there, when pouring the molten steel, no dead mouse was found in the crucible. The mouse exploded immediately after being scalded by the molten steel, and the splashed molten steel blinded his eyes. Although his life was saved , but he couldn’t take care of himself, relying on the help of people in the village, and his health was getting worse day by day, and finally died of illness two months ago. I went to see him, it was a long-term illness caused by overwork, and there was no cure. "

"How could this be..." Asa knelt down on the spot and hugged his head. He just felt as if everything was stuffed inside, and there was nothing.

Grandma Al looked at him and let out a long sigh. Turn around and take out a ring from the drawer. "This is left to you by your father. Listen to him saying that this is what was put on you when he picked you up."

"What did you say?" Asa could vaguely hear the earth-shattering weight of these words. "What did you pick?"

"You were not born to your father. His wife passed away long ago. You were thrown at the entrance of the village one night. Your father picked you up." Granny Al's face and voice were equally calm, But every word makes Asa feel dizzy.

My father's grave is not far from the village. Just like his people, it is an ordinary mound that people will forget when they look at it. Even the tombstone is only rough with his father's name. Because everyone in the village believed that the son who had run away would never come back.

Asa half-squatted and half-kneeled in front of the tomb, touched the tomb with both hands, feeling the cold dead silence of the soil, closed his eyes and did not move. Grandma Al stood behind him and looked at him without saying a word.

After a long time, Asa finally said softly: "I have longed for the outside since I was a child, and all my time and energy have been spent on escaping from this ghostly place. In the end, I also escaped. But the outside world also made me I was very confused and didn't know what to do. Looking back now, I realized...why did I leave here..." His voice was choked up, and he couldn't continue.

Grandma Al said softly: "I asked your father. Why did you want to help you leave this place? Your father didn't say anything, just let you do what you want to do. What you are doing now Is it already what you want to do?"

"There are many things I don't want to....but I can't help....I can't do anything in the face of reality...."

"Think about your father. He is an extremely ordinary person. If he forges a knife for you and lets you run out, what can he get for himself? What can you do if you really go out? But he still Do it like that." Granny Al patted Asa's shoulder lightly. "Like your father, do what you want to do ~IndoMTL.com~ After a moment of silence, Asa sighed like a moan and said, "I see. I will not let him down, I will do well what I want to do. "He took out the ring and put it on his left hand. The ring seemed to be just ordinary jade, but Asa's fluctuations from above showed that it should be an extremely rare magic item.

"Your father said that your name is engraved on that ring. But I don't think so."

Asa took a closer look. There are several faint patterns engraved on the smooth ring, the engravings are very light. But Asa saw that it was not actually his name. He has seen this kind of symbol before. It is not the common language of the empire, but an ancient language that only senior magicians are proficient in. This kind of thing fell into the eyes of my father who was not very literate, so he naturally recognized other characters with similar shapes.

The origin of his name is actually such a misunderstanding.

"Look carefully, maybe you can find out your real parents and your real name from here."

"No need." Asa turned her fingers around and stroked the smooth surface of the ring on the tombstone. The faint nick on it was immediately smoothed out by the friction with the stone. "My father is here. That's what I'm called."