The Forgotten Strait is located in the northeast of the cold sand wasteland of the Principality of Sisai. It is not only the second seaport of the Ice Sea, but also the only entrance to the frozen continent.
The Tundra Continent is a barren principality located in the far north of the world map, or it is more appropriately called King Ogu’s back garden.
Although the Forgotten Strait is very wide, there are only a few ships that come and go every day, and most of them are the tundra continent's own patrol fleet.
Resources are scarce, the population is sparse, and the weather is bad for nearly eight months a year. Therefore, those who choose to move here are all desperate.
If the land of shadows is a playground for demons, then the frozen continent is a wasteland where "no dogs go". A man of nearly fifty years old, carrying a giant sword on his back, coldly watched the ship gradually
A three-masted sailing ship sailing into the port.
Cervantes, the swordsman stationed in the Forgotten Strait, came to the tundra continent from the ancient city seven years ago. That day, a bloody man appeared in the Forgotten Strait, holding an arm tightly in his arms. p>
It was his wife's arm, and it was the only skeleton of his entire family. He inserted the broken sword deeply into the ice, tears bursting from his eyes, but it only added some ice chips to the frozen continent.
The time goes back to three months ago, when he was a newly advanced swordsman of the royal city. Not only was he high-spirited, but he also received invitations from countless noble families.
You can gain fame by joining the King's Division, and by choosing a noble, you can also gain countless gold coins and finances. My father, who has been abstaining from alcohol for many years, rarely gets drunk, and my mother, who has always been peaceful and gentle, turns into a praiser.
The flashing look in his wife's eyes never changed. It was looking at a hero, and it was her own hero. The four-year-old daughter put on a new dress, kept laughing and acting coquettishly in his arms. In the end, he chose to join the Royal Cavalry, hoping that he would become famous in a few years. In the morning light, he walked step by step outside the city, holding the letter of introduction tightly in his hand.
Familiar sweating, familiar vulgar conversations, familiar ale and big pot of rice. Although the man missed his family, he also enjoyed it.
He was not a young master from a noble family. His father had been a carpenter all his life, and he could only collect enough gold coins to send him to the Royal City Academy.
As for the wedding ceremony between him and his wife, it was just a gathering of two families, a sumptuous dinner, and a flashy ring.
In those years, while enduring the cynicism of his classmates, he took on some mercenary missions in his free time. Two meals a day became a luxury, and the swordsman's enemy's relics were mended again and again.
The noise interrupted his thoughts, and a roasted rabbit leg was stuffed into his arms. Although the Royal Cavalry was fierce, they were extremely caring for their companions.
"Hey, kid, you just came here today. You have to get some benefits no matter what. You can take whatever you want to eat."
"As a swordsman at a young age, the future is limitless. When you become rich in the future, don't forget us."
"Isn't it enough after just two sips of ale? Hey hey hey, if you drink some more you'll get used to it. A man should drink until he vomits."
The man looked around with a smile. He liked this kind of life, he liked being with these people, and he liked direct conversations.
Time flies by, and more than two months have passed since the man first came to the Royal City Cavalry. Today is his day to rest, and it is also the time for him to go home to visit.
Stepping into the city gate, walking on the bluestone pavement, and finally wandering from shop to shop. Tea is my father's favorite thing, and perfume is a luxury product that my mother is reluctant to use.
A necklace from the Whispering Forest cost thirty gold coins, and the giant plush doll that my daughter cherished was carried on her back.
He walked towards the deep north of the city with a smile, where he had everything, and all the hope he had gritted his teeth to hold on to until today.
However, along the way, acquaintances chose to avoid him one after another, and a few old friends even told him to be cautious and calm. Still smiling, the man finally opened the courtyard door.
They were two unfamiliar faces. One looked a little surprised, while the other was full of contempt. My father's body was already cold, and his face was stained with blood and soil.
The mother's finger bones were white as she held the dagger, her dead-eyed expression full of despair. The two old people cuddled together and stared in the direction of the courtyard door.
His eyes trembled as he shifted towards the stone steps, and a pool of bright red came into view. The small body was badly damaged, and the originally cute face had lost its vitality.
"Damn untouchable, you should regard this as an honor, don't forget your identity as a royal knight!"
"That's right, what is the Royal Cavalry? It's the dog of our nobles, hahaha!"
Although the two servants were afraid of the man's strength, they still spoke unhesitatingly. In their eyes, the other man was just an ordinary person, even if he was a powerful professional.
What kind of place is Augu City? It is a glorious place shrouded in the lion's flag. And the so-called nobility is an indispensable decoration on the flag.
The man raised his head numbly, and was about to say something, but a roar filled his ears. That was his wife's voice, a wail of extreme despair.
The unbearable noise gradually amplified, the wooden bed creaked rhythmically, and the breathing as thick as a bull became more rapid. The tears disappeared instantly, bloodshot eyes filled the eyes, and the giant sword was held in the palm of the hand.
The two servants made no sound anymore, and were neatly chopped into four pieces. Bloody footprints spread out towards the door, and finally blended into a ball.
The aristocratic young man was horrified and planned to reprimand him, but what greeted him was the man's violent fighting spirit. Everything fell silent, and time seemed to have stood still.
A smile suddenly appeared, and the wife gently touched her husband and wiped away the blood stains on his face. She opened the gift box and put the necklace away.
Limping out of the room, the woman placed the bodies of her parents and daughter together, and then cut her throat with a dagger.
Night fell quietly, and the man silently held his daughter's broken arm and lit the kerosene with his own hands. The armor of the royal cavalry faded away, and the gray hemp hood once again covered his figure.
He walked out of the ancient city in despair, passed through the Miracle Plains, climbed over the Cisse Rolling Stone Valley, passed by the Firefly Lake, and finally boarded a slave ship bound for the frozen continent.
Although he was desperate, he also knew that he had no possibility of revenge against his relatives. He accepted Adrian's invitation and eventually became a garrison in the Forgotten Strait.
The most comfortable relationship is not that you are always available and chat until late at night every day. It is that one party sends a message of comfort, and the other party will naturally reply after seeing it.
Then the two of them chatted in bits and pieces for a long time. If there is no reply, no one will make random suspicions, and no one will feel sorry for not receiving a reply.
Cervantes withdrew his gaze, then turned and left alone. The guards followed him with complicated expressions. They knew the experience of his master, and although they sympathized with him, they could not offer any words of comfort.
The three-masted sailboat finally arrived at the port. The wide wooden planks creaked, and the escapees who still had a breath of air slowly walked out of the cabin.
The young man carried his sister on his back and looked around with cold eyes. No one dared to approach, and no one came to disturb him. The black robe was blown by the cold wind, and finally half of the staff was exposed from the cuff.