Sword of Daybreaker

In Shadow World, where black and white are intertwined, Gawain, Amber, Betty, and an anonymous Wild Mage sit in a rudimentary wood house with Betty’s just-made lunch in front of them – simple Bread slices, fried sausages, and some vegetable soups.

It’s all colorless, like old black and white photos.

Gawain didn’t mean to change the food in front of her eyes. Although Shadow World can actually cook, he really can’t be sure of the consequences of his living human being (probably) if he ate something from Shadow World.

Amber and Betty next to it do not move the knife and fork.

The Wild Mage across the table didn’t urge them. He just ate the food in front of him quietly.

A strange tacit understanding is in the wood house.

The first thing to break the silence is Gawain: “How long have you been here?”

“It’s been a long time,” Wild Mage put down the knife and fork and looked polite. “From the second year I left Mystic Guild, I settled here.”

“Have you been a member of Mystic Guild?” Gawain asked with some surprise. “I thought you were always a Wild Mage.”

“I was originally an 2nd Level member of Mystic Guild,” Wild Mage said quietly. “I am a crappy Spellcaster by the standards of Mystic Guild – I am good at calculations and reasoning, but lack the ability to convert it into a magic pattern. Ability, in other words, my cast level is always in the first stage, such a mage, is not welcome in Mystic Guild.”

“So they drove you away?” Amber felt incredible. She knows that a real mage is very valuable, even if his level of casting is very lame – just for those Mystic Masters, in the eyes of ordinary people, even the mage that can only release a Small Fireball is also unacceptable. Big men, even if these grassroots Spellcasters are not valued in Mystic Guild, they will not be swept away.

“I left,” Wild Mage shook his head and turned to look at Betty. “For my daughter, I have to leave in order to cure her.”

Betty looked at Wild Mage with a sneak peek and then nodded.

Gawain didn’t do much entanglement on this issue, but stared at Wild Mage’s eyes. The right hand pressed the hilt of the long sword at the waist and said slowly: “You should know what we are doing – we don’t have Too much time can be wasted.”

Wild Mage’s stiff, dull expression finally changed slightly, his body shivered a little, then bowed his head: “…Guest, I don’t really understand what you mean.”

Betty looked at Gawain a little nervous: “Lord?”

Gawain frowned, and after a moment he took his hand off the Sword of the Pioneer’s hilt. He slowed his breath: “Take a wait.”

Wild Mage bowed his head and continued to eat quietly and silently. His only extra action during the meal was to look up from time to time and look at Betty next to him.

The food is finally finished, and Gawain cannot wait indefinitely.

Wild Mage ate the last bite of sausage, then carefully cleaned the soup in the soup dish with a slice of bread. He finished his meal and looked up at Betty’s direction – but his eyes didn’t actually focus on Betty. But focus on more distant places. His body swayed and seemed to be standing up, but he struggled several times without success.

Finally, Betty helped him up.

“Father, I am leaving,” Little girl held Wild Mage’s arm and confirmed that the other party was steady before releasing her hand. She moved to Gawain in a small step. “Miss Rebecca and Lady Hetty are still waiting for me – and Lord is here too.”

Wild Mage’s lips twitched, and finally gently nodded, his expression has calmed down and carefully explained: “Don’t mess with things that strangers give.” “Go to sleep on time.” “Remember to listen to the teacher.” “Don’t fight with other children.”

The glory of reason is gradually fading from the eyes of this poor man, and Gawain knows that all he is saying now is a proverb.

Although he had not been awake much before the whole process.

The silhouette of Wild Mage faded, but suddenly there was a flame-like thing burning in the faint phantom. Gawain had been waiting for this moment, and he quickly pulled out the Sword of the Pioneer. Moving a glimmer of light.

Amber quickly pulled Betty into his arms and caught the eyes of the little girl in time.

Gawain pierced the long sword into the flame of Wild Mage’s chest. The flame trembled fiercely. The Wild Mage, which had already turned toward the evil spirit, suddenly stopped transforming. The illusory silhouette quickly re-solidified into a solid, and then the blazing flame swallowed him. And burned his whole person into a horrible coke.

After burning for half a minute, the body was completely wiped out.

The crack crack sound came from all directions, the small wood house quickly disintegrated after losing the owner, the densely packed cracks were covered with walls and roofs, and the world’s pale rays of light passed through the cracks on the board. Sprinkled into the house.

Gawain pulled Amber and Betty out of the house quickly, and just as they ran out, the wood house collapsed.

The collapsed wood house ignited a fire in front of their eyes. The fire lasted for a short time, as if it was not a wood house but a paper house.

In the process of the wood house gradually becoming ashes and drifting in the wind, Amber suddenly pulled Gawain’s arm and pointed at the foundation of the wood house and screamed: “Hey! Look at that!”

Gawain looked at it and saw that under the ashes of the wood house, a flashing line was brightening, and the rays of light passed through the falling ash, gradually forming a complex and huge structure – it was a large form Look like it.

“This is probably the highest achievement of the Wild Mage in this life,” Gawain slightly nodded. “Probably it was the problem with this formation that led him to fall into this situation.”

While speaking, Betty’s silhouette began to transform into fluttering spots that flew two times in the field and then quickly flew in the direction of Gawain and Amber.

Amber looked down at his hands, and the hands that had been turned into gray white were re-emerging, and as the color returned to her and Gawain, Shadow World’s rejection of them became more apparent. .

Some of the shadows are condensed from the temperament of all around. They are completely devoid of form, but they are obviously not good. The native residents in Shadow World finally smelled the outsider’s breath, and some of the shallowest things came out. It is gathering like a hyena that smells bloody.

“We have to withdraw!” Amber said to Gawain. “This place doesn’t welcome us!”

Gawain finally glanced at the ruins of the hut, remembering the glowing lines and symbols in his mind, then pulling Amber’s arm: “Go!”

After a brief dizziness, the reality of World’s scene reappeared in front of him.

Wraith Mist has dissipated, the jungle has returned to its original appearance, and the repulsed Rebecca and Hetty are supporting each other under a tree. Knight Byron uses a long sword to support the body and barely guards the two hostesses, surviving. The two soldiers who have come down have already fallen to the ground.

Betty should be the best of all people – she is standing next to Rebecca with frying-pan, as if this dull expression has solidified on her face.

Hetty immediately supported the body after seeing Gawain: “The ancestor – it’s great that you are safe!”

Then she saw Amber behind Gawain, her face suddenly subtly: “Is this Thief not running away?”

“Hey! What do you mean by this difference!” Amber suddenly picked up like a cat who had stepped on his tail. “I told your family, Old Ancestor, just went to Shadow World and died in the Nine Deaths and still alive.” You are a big, brainless old woman…”

Hetty didn’t think that Miss Thief would dare to face the street with himself. His face would not look good: “Stop! It’s rude! You know what it is like to offend the nobility…”

Gawain hurriedly inserted in the middle of the round: “Don’t make a noise, Amber didn’t lie, we just did it together to solve the crisis – of course, she was behind her chest and it was indeed her fault…”

The scene was quiet for a little, and Rebecca raised his hand cautiously: “Ancestral ancestor, just Amber said a total of such a derogatory term was given to you…”

Hetty’s face is in love.

Gawain: “…”

Fortunately, Hetty is also a general-minded person. He hasn’t been entangled in these small problems for too long. After Gawain explained the things that happened before, all misunderstandings were disappeared.

Gawain and Amber’s observations in Shadow World surprised everyone, and even Knight Byron, who couldn’t understand magic, couldn’t help but listen for a long time.

This after all is an unimaginable experience.

“You can actually enter Shadow World?” Hetty’s first concern was Amber’s special ability. She looked at Amber with a suspicious look up and down, as if to see the answer from Miss Half-Elf’s face, “Only The high-order mage of a few shadow elements or the ‘God’s Chosen’ of Shadow Element Gods have this ability. What do you do?”

Amber don’t look at the face: “I am God’s Chosen from Dark Night Goddess?”

Hetty stared at her: “Don’t make a noise, can a God’s Chosen be shot on the floor by Byron with a plain steel sword?”

“Forget it, don’t ask,” Gawain finally stopped Hetty from trying to get to the bottom. “I have promised that she won’t pursue this – she will naturally say when she wants to say.”

Old Ancestor is the biggest, Gawain is so open, and Hetty can only choose to die.

“First bury the dead,” the fog dissipated, and the warmth returned to everyone. Seeing that everyone had recovered a little stamina, Gawain got up and went to the soldier who died because of the broken soul. “He I have also fought bravely and should be buried like a warrior.”

The two surviving soldiers looked at Gawain with some surprise.

Gawain is puzzled: “Why, what am I wrong?”

“After he was a serf,” Knight Byron walked over from the side. “It was the Viscount who issued the decree. His sons of serfs had the opportunity to enter the Feudal Territory army and serve to redeem them. But he had just served for half a year, so he It is still a serf status, and such an identity cannot be buried as a soldier.”

Gawain frowned, look towards towards Rebecca: “Is it?”

Rebecca immediately became nervous as if he had done something wrong: “I am sorry… but I don’t think the serf system really…not very reasonable, so let them redeem them in service. I know that this is not the rule, but… …”

Gawain’s brow stretched out slightly: “No, I didn’t blame you.”

Then he bent down and fumbled for a coin from his arms and stuffed it into the chest pocket of the dead soldier, placing it in his heart.

The coin was placed by Charlie I himself when Gawain Cecil was buried seven hundred years ago.

Amber realized what it was at the moment he saw the coin, and then squinted: “Mom… at least half of the manor…”

But Gawain himself had no idea about it. He just finished the things according to the rules in memory. Then he clap his hands and stood up: “Now someone redeemed his soul’s debt and buried him.”

Byron is slightly hesitant: “But the rules…”

Gawain glanced at him: “I am the rule.”