Son of the Olden Days

After sending away the Holy See of Light, Saul knew that the matter was not over yet. This group of guys saw themselves like a fly saw carrion, oh, no, it should be said that it was like a thirsty village woman saw a handsome male nobleman.

But these guys are not too difficult to deal with, it is obvious that years of hiding have smoothed their edges and corners.

Think about it, no matter how strong the character is, after all, it won't take time. Gradually, you will always find that the things that you have been worried about are finally no longer important. So, in the long river of time, how brave do you have to remember?

After Sol personally identified it, Saint Elisa clearly belongs to a new type of mushroom monster, and the whole person seems to be... brave a little stupid? But this is also normal, she should have not been in the dunya for a long time, or it can be said that she is not deeply involved in the world.

How can there be so many talents and appearances?

Saul suspected that there should not be many people in this world who coexist with wisdom and beauty, bravery and fearlessness.

In the past, Saul didn't care much about his appearance and wisdom, but he couldn't help it. From the eyes of his own shiitake mushrooms, Saul finally realized it. The shining ones will always shine, and they can’t be covered.

Standing on the street in early spring, the street lights on the street seemed to soften a lot, but Sol was suddenly at a loss. He turned his head through the dark and distant sky and looked in the direction of Odrensa, the main city of the Southern Territory.

Saul knew that he was standing in the tranquility before the storm, and he knew that the group of people must be brewing, and maybe even a certain slaying situation. But he couldn't figure out what to do, so he didn't know what to do.

This is not a delusion of persecution, the big uproar at the Odrensa Ball is equivalent to slapped everyone in the Dark Council.

The glory of the ancient system, the dignity of those in power, and the deep feud of blood, multiple reasons piled together, turning the whole thing into a storm that will eventually come. It's just that this time he is no longer the protagonist, but has become the vengeful party.

It is the early spring of 720 in the dark calendar, and more than a year has passed since that incident.

In this quiet time of the year, my cobwebs were finally cleaned up. And he can finally stand in the darkness of death and raise his head to take a closer look at what life really looks like.

It's a pity that good things will not last long.

The Dark Council has endured it for a year, and it should be almost time.

If you are afraid of it right now, Saul is actually afraid.

It's just that he is not afraid of his own demise, but of losing those around him.

In the past, Saul was powerful, and one should live and die if he deserves to die. Anyway, there are no people close to him, and no one will be affected if he dies. It is said that people with nothing are the most powerful, and Thor has always agreed with this sentence.

But that's how people live, and the more entangled, the character can no longer be sharp.

After personally burying Lucia and the villagers of Undercurrent Village, Thor rushed to Odrensa with a heart-felt ambition. An old backlash, a curse-ridden body, a monster without a heart, Thor didn't think about the possibility of surviving himself.

When people die, the big deal is to let those people grind their bones into powder and feed them to the fish farming. Anyway, it won't hurt anyone.

But the unpredictability of the world lies in this, and he survived.

Now, every shiitake mushroom in the family, even Stanter and Diller's companions, have all become their own weaknesses.

If the three eighth rank old miscellaneous hairs of the Dark Council attack together, there may not be many people on this continent that can stop them.

No, I should say no.

But the current situation can't go away by himself.

Once you disappear, in order to force yourself out, people around you who have relationships with you will inevitably be targeted and persecuted. And even if he survives alone again, what he gets is nothing more than the next revenge of his life.

And it is not realistic to take everyone to escape. One is that the goal is too big, and the other is that Sol believes that from the moment he fled Odrensa, those people have never let up their surveillance.

In this regard, Thor has never doubted the organizational background of others. If an ancient organization that has been in business for hundreds of years does not even have this intelligence capability, it is better to close the door and sell salted fish.

It is impossible to escape into the secret realm. No food source is a problem. The most important thing is to stay in the secret realm for a long time, and the probability of encountering those secret realm nightmares will become inevitable. Any collectors who come here at random, still have no solution.

In short, as long as he is still on this continent, there is no escape at the moment.

Standing on the street at the junction of light and shadow, Thor suddenly remembered the question that his instructor asked when he was still in Gray Screen many years ago.

"If one day you are besieged by three powerful enemies, their strength is several levels far superior to you, and they have blocked all your escape possibilities, what will you do then?" the instructor asked at that time.

"My answer is that I will choose a method of death and try to preserve the final dignity. But I think the point of the problem is not the result, but before the situation is formed."

"If I was cautious before that, I might be able to detect the enemy's maliciousness in advance through some channels. As long as I have the first opportunity, I can lay out in the dark to eliminate them one by one."

"Even if I find that the person who comes is invincible, I can still take the opportunity to escape when I have spare capacity."

"In short, when the unsolvable situation of the three people besieged and killed, I have no chance to correct my mistakes. My mistake is that I didn't take the enemy seriously before that, and ultimately put myself in danger."

"Then at the end, I should die." This was Saul's answer at the time.

To this day, Sol still clearly remembers how he was talking at the time.

It's a pity that answering the question is a simple matter after all. In many cases, we can do everything we want or just open our mouths. Anyway, even if we answer the wrong question, we won't bear any consequences.

When things are coming, or a random question and answer many years ago has become the reality of the moment, Sol really understands the horror of reality. If you can't fight it, you can't escape. The reality itself has become an unsolvable dilemma or a cage.

And the choices I can make are very limited, the difference is only to face it alone, or to face it with a group of people.

It's a pity that both are dead ends. The strength of those Tier 8 old monsters is not something that Sol can catch up without sleeping for a few days and months. It may take many, many years.

There are even many people who have spent their entire lives, and are still on the path of searching for power to this day.

Then forget it.

Compared to the bleak life that I used to hug my knees in a corner, I have seen a beautiful life now.

Sol decided not to think about it anymore and let the flow go. At this moment, even if you stand on this street as a sculpture, or even stand as a philosopher, you cannot solve this insolvable problem.

Leaving the street, Sol went to the quartermaster of the military department to inquire again about the preparations of the supplies, and asked them to prepare for departure at any time. War is about to start, do something you can do, living in the moment has always been Sol's principle.

The White-robed Archbishop Bernat has made it clear that they will not intervene, intervene, or support any form of territorial wars. At most, they will take advantage of the beginning of the war to find a chance to steal a chicken, this treacherous old bachelor.

At the dinner table, Saul was a little silent as always, but everyone was accustomed to his quiet appearance.

The shiitake mushrooms chatted very happily.

"Yes, the craftsmanship has been improved." Feeling the expectant sight of the two bean sprouts of Anduo and Finch, Sol smiled and nodded.

Complimented by Thor, the two bean sprouts smiled contentedly, as if they had picked up money.

"What are you thinking about?" Beth looked softly, putting her little hand into Saul's hand, passing the temperature of her fingertips.

Sol shook his head slightly.

"What else can I think of? This guy must be thinking about how to take the saint of the Holy See of Brightness back. That woman was deliberately covered with a veil, and she should be a little bit pretty." Petty curled her mouth and condemned with contempt.

Saul turned his head and glanced at her subconsciously.

Petty, who was ready to blow the hair, was stunned. She saw Saul's eyes calm, as if they were still a little...empty?

After dinner, the shiitake mushrooms made an appointment to visit the market. It is said that the new fabrics are very popular. Sol waved his hand, he would never take the initiative to suffer such suffering, anyway, the safety of the mushrooms was followed by a guard, so he didn't need to worry about it.

After Anduo and Finch packed their cups and plates, and hurriedly chased them out, the entire Lord's Mansion became completely quiet.

Sol poured the warm tea from the cup, returned to the room and poured it on the bed.

"Boom~Boom." A knock on the door suddenly sounded in the room.

"Who?" Sol was a little puzzled. At this moment, the lord's mansion seemed to be alone.

"I came back quietly halfway." Petty opened the door to explain, and then quickly glanced down the corridor.

"Something?" Seeing her mysterious look, Saul was a little bit dumbfounded.

"I just... come and see you." Petty squeezed her skirt.

You come to see me? You actually came to see the enemy of your life? Is the conscience finally hurting? Or is this a new mushroom tactic? Saul sat up abruptly from the bed, his shocked expression as if he heard Stant lay a nest of eggs himself.

"I'm finished, I'm leaving." Seeing Saul's shocked reaction, Petty Shiitake turned angrily to twist the doorknob.

"Stop, do you think that the lord's room is where you want to enter and leave? Come here." Saul held his hand.

Petty walked to the bed hesitantly, was dragged by Sol and sat sideways on his lap.

Then Saul lay on her legs, arched his head with his arms, and closed his eyes.

The surrounding is very quiet.

Looking at him silently, Petty thought her judgment was correct, and he seemed a little tired. Petty stretched out her little white hand nervously, first her fingertips and then the palm of her hand, falling on his head and rubbing it, this guy didn't give a reaction.

"Is it because of me?" Petty stroked his hard hair gently.

"Because of you?" Saul asked in a muffled voice.

Listening to his tone, Petty breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it had nothing to do with him.

"I thought it was because I often quarreled with you and made you tired of making you angry." Petty explained subconsciously.

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