The rain was still falling. Morse looked through the window and wanted to look outside, but the autumn night came very early.
It was so dark that he could only see his blank face on the window.
He wanted to shout, but found that his voice was already hoarse from crying in the evening.
In the evening...that's the time when my father leaves.
My father is gone and will not come back.
For some reason, this voice kept ringing in Morse's mind. This made him at a loss. He didn't understand why his father handed him over to the gentleman with tears in his eyes, nor did he understand what they said between them.
.
He doesn't even understand.
But what he understood was that he would never see his father again.
"Why do you think so? Father, he has just left for a few hours... Maybe, maybe he will come back to pick me up soon." Morse looked at the dark window and said to himself dully.
The rain is still falling and the night is getting darker.
A knight wearing light armor and holding a long sword is running in the rainy night.
He has to stay away from this city, the sooner the better, the further away the better...
After an unknown amount of time, the knight stopped and took a fighting stance, looking through the rain not far behind him.
There were several vague figures there. What did they say...what was it?
What followed was the flash of swords, and blood mixed with rain flowed down. The knight fell, and when he fell, he was still looking at the city in the distance.
A man approached the knight and raised the sharp blade in his hand...
No!
It shouldn't be like this!
Why!?
…
"No!" Morsis opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the ceiling with a horrified expression.
After he calmed down, he realized that his forehead was covered with cold sweat and his pillow was soaked.
"It's that dream again..." Morriss rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall, "It's already seven o'clock, damn... the old man must have to teach me a lesson again."
While thinking about it, Morsis put on his clothes, washed his face in a hurry in the bathroom outside the door, and ran towards the second floor.
"Good morning, Morse! Are you going to Dean Crabbe again?" On the stairs, a little blond boy was carrying a stack of books and walking downstairs. When he saw Morse running towards him, he said hello.
.
"Good morning, Lal. See you later, I'm in a hurry!" Morses ran past without looking back.
"Uh, okay." Lar wanted to shrug, but found himself carrying a pile of books, so he had to smile awkwardly.
This is an orphanage, located in the east of Hull City, next to the slums. It has been twelve years since Morse came here. One night twelve years ago, his father handed him over to the current
It is said that Dean Krabi was once a friend of his father.
From the past few years, Krabi began to teach Morses alone, and the courses covered a wide range of subjects. Krabi did not say the reason for learning these things, only that it was his father's request.
In recent days, Crabbe began to teach historical knowledge to Morses, and yesterday he gave him a book dedicated to the history of the Third Age for him to read.
Arriving on the second floor, Morse quickly approached Krabi's room and knocked on the door with a guilty conscience.
"Come in." A gentle voice came out.
When Moses pushed the door open, the first thing that caught his eye were the huge overcrowded bookshelves on both sides. In the middle of the room was a small table with a tea set on it, and around the table were three small chairs.
For receiving guests.
Looking beyond this small table, there is the exaggeratedly large desk of Krabei. There are various materials, props or books with titles that Morse can't understand.
Behind the big table is Krabi, who has his back against the window. He is forty-nine years old, but his temples are already a little gray. He has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and a pair of dark green eyes looking through the lenses.
Morses entering the door.
"You are late. This is not very common." Krabi's voice was gentle and his appearance was kind. But whenever he spoke, others would always feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"It's that dream again, this time it's clearer. I...I seem to have seen the death of my father..." Morse sighed, found a chair and sat down as he spoke.
Hearing this, Krabi did not reply directly. He shook his head thoughtfully and picked up a book from the table.
"I know you want to know everything about Perval, but it's not the time yet... don't look at me like that. This is for your own good, and your father will think so too." Krabi opened the book and turned to the page with the bookmark.
, and said to Morsis at the same time.
"I understand, I understand, for my own good, oh... great." Morse shrugged and said grumblingly.
Krabi smiled and placed his gaze on the first line of the book. For some reason, his smile froze for a second.
Moses didn't notice, but poured a cup of tea by himself. He had run too fast just now, so he was a little thirsty.
"Yesterday you said that in the middle of the Third Era, an arrogant empire was established, but you haven't explained it to me yet." Morses took a sip of tea and looked at Krabi and said.
Krabei nodded, looked at the book in his hand, and said, "In the middle of the Third Era, to be precise, in the year 1023 of the Third Era, the originally chaotic Eastern Continent ended its five-hundred-year division and separatism. A man named Mo
It took Ma’s regime twelve years to completely eliminate all enemies and unify the Eastern Continent.”
"Twelve years? I remember you said, old man, that the Becket Empire, which unified the central region of the Main Continent at the beginning of the Third Era, fought for nearly a hundred years. The level of chaos in the Eastern Continent must be even worse. Why..." Moore
Sith asked with some confusion.
"This is a good question. The question you asked is also the most important reason why the Momoa Empire can be called the strongest empire in the third era." Krabei closed the book and suddenly changed the subject and said, "You still have
Remember the five gods of today, right?”
"Please, old man. I'm not an idiot... Who wouldn't know this kind of problem?" Morses smiled and said with some confidence, "First of all, there is the Supreme King who represents power and destruction. Most of his followers
Concentrated on the continent of Stantic.
"Then there is the source of nightmares that represents corruption and evil. He is the leader of the demon clan and has been sealed in the depths of the abyss since the first era.
"There is also the immortal god who has just emerged in this era. He represents time. The churches and believers who believe in this god are concentrated on the main continent, mainly the Kingdom of Medicis.
"As well as the Lord of All Dimensions, who represents matter and energy, his followers rarely appear in public, and this god is rarely mentioned. He is the most mysterious god.
"Finally, it is said that the Twelve Emperors have twelve kinds of powers. His followers are within our Tasok Empire. It is said that this god is inevitably connected with the establishment of the empire... Old man, could what you just said be...
"
Seeing the expression of realization on Morse's face, Krabe also smiled and said, "Yes, it is said that there is a god behind the Momoa Empire, just like the Twelve Emperors of the Tasok Empire.
"And the name of that god also proves this very well." When Krabi said this, his expression suddenly became serious. He looked at Morses and said word by word, "People call him,
Momoa.”
"Don't be so serious, old man... That god should have fallen for a long time." Although Morses said this, he felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
"Yes, at the end of the third era, it was rumored that the Twelve Emperors killed Momoa on the ancient continent... That is a story for later. Momoa's empire prospered for a while and was inextricably linked to this god."
Krabi sighed and said.
Morses thought for a while and asked, "Old man, the book I read last night said that the Third Age ended with an extremely fierce divine war, and the biggest beneficiary of this divine war was Ten
The Second Emperor…”
The meaning of Morses is obvious. The author of this book is obviously not a believer of the Twelve Emperors, and he did not overly beautify this god.
"Does that mean that the destruction of the Momoa Empire was actually planned by the Twelve Emperors..." Morses said this with some hesitation in his tone. After all, this was a blasphemous statement.
"How many times have I told you, I am only forty-nine years old, don't scream like an old man all day long..." Krabi did not answer him, but turned the page of the book, "That period of history is difficult to explain, you will understand in the future..."
Morsis frowned and was about to ask, but was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.
"Dean?" A voice came from outside the door.
"Korg? Come in and talk." Krabi heard that the person outside the door was the staff of the orphanage, so he motioned for the other person to come in.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a cheap white shirt walked in. Beads of sweat could be seen faintly on his forehead.
Kilger greeted Morses with his eyes, and then said without wasting time, "Dean, you'd better come down here. Those damn guys are here to cause trouble again."
Hearing this, Krabi didn't say much. He stood up slowly and nodded.
"Morses, wait for me here for a while." He said softly as he passed by Morses.
Morses also sighed as he watched Krabi and Kilgor walk out of the door together.
He knew who those troublesome guys were. In the slums of Hull City, there was a group of gangsters who formed gangs and often caused mischief in the surrounding areas.
This was not their first visit to the orphanage. Morsis knew that the funds of the orphanage were not very sufficient, and it would probably cost a lot of money to send these gangsters away. No wonder Kilger was so nervous.
Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly glanced at Krabi's desk from the corner of his eye.
On the table, the book that Krabi had just flipped through was open and the words on it were even faintly visible.
Morse didn't dare to look through Krabi's books. If he was discovered, he would probably have to clean the toilet for another week. Besides, the old man seemed to have magic and could always discover the bad things Morse did.
But Krabi forgot to close the book himself. If he just glanced at it from a distance, there should be nothing wrong with it, right?
Just as he was thinking this, Morses stood up, stood on tiptoes, and tried hard to distinguish the words on the book.
"The powerful minister Qiming colluded with the false gods to frame the ancestor Momoa..."
Just when Morsis had just read a line of words clearly, the door was suddenly pushed open.
