"Okay, let me call you father. Tell me, what kind of world is this? What on earth am I going to do here?!"
"I think I already said it in your dream." The gentle voice had no waves.
"No! This is too general and too retarded! I have felt your power, and your power is enough to purify the whole world! Why on earth did you ask me to come here? I need you to tell me with your own mouth! With your own mouth!" Ryan's face turned red.
He shouted in one direction of the golden glow: "I don't want to play a Dragon Quest game with you! I just want to go home! Go back to that place and continue my career as an office worker!"
"You can't go back, and I can't go back, we are all stuck here." A gentle voice sounded, and there seemed to be compassion in it: "Since you appeared in front of me, there are only two endings waiting for you, one is in
Being torn to pieces in a space storm or becoming a meal for evil gods, you are lucky, you are the second type."
"Have you not been sitting on that golden toilet enjoying the worship of all people? Father? Now you are not willing to come out and see your newly recognized son in person?" Ryan suddenly laughed out loud, his face was full of sarcasm, not a trace of it.
Respect for the father.
"The rotting corpses on the Golden Throne are just shackles that imprison me, my son." The golden figure slowly approached.
This is a man with unparalleled majesty and majestic body. His height seems to exceed the limit of human beings. It is conservatively estimated to be over 2.8 meters. His long black hair, parted in the middle, is constantly swinging with the golden light and shadow and is controlled by a
Secure with a laurel-shaped headband.
He is wearing a set of golden armor. On the chest of the armor is a golden falcon spreading its wings. The armor all over his body is made of unknown golden metal. Complex wing patterns are all over his body and extend to him.
The eagle statue on the right shoulder, the man is holding a huge sword burning with golden flames. Behind his head, there is also an eagle statue. This statue is located behind the armor, rising from the back of his head, cold.
Staring ahead.
"Yes, yes, father, you can sit on the toilet and watch the people quietly, but what about me? I was dragged to this place by you, and you gave me a little bit of your power, but I have to deal with thousands of people who are stronger than me.
Ten thousand times more enemies!" Ryan said dissatisfiedly towards the black-haired man: "Except for the genes and sword you gave me, I have nothing, but you told me this is my destiny?!"
"This is your destiny, my son. It seems that you have done well in the past twenty years." The expression on the black-haired man's face showed no change, and his gentle tone was more like a lie: "You and
Unlike other brothers, you can get much less from me."
"Then what should I do next? You know this world, and you know how conservative this ancient inheritance law is. God knows when that time comes, will I be able to become a count?" Ryan walked beside the black-haired man,
His tone was fast and urgent: "But I must act within order, just because I am your son!"
"No, kid, you still don't understand what your responsibility is." The black-haired man turned around and looked at Ryan who had walked behind him: "If you use violence, then when you crown yourself, you will also
When you fell, the corruption of Chaos was everywhere... My son, you need to use a smarter way."
"Bloody conquests will only please them and make them stronger." Ryan seemed to have recovered from his previous anger. He sneered: "Oh, father, I always thought, why don't you give me a system?"
"System?" The tall figure was a little confused: "I can't deliver those things to you. My son, my body is already decayed."
"No, I mean, just like those time travel stories, father, you shouldn't show up on your own initiative, and then give me a system that continuously releases tasks, and then I can obtain the power you bestow by completing your tasks? And
It's not like now, you just gave me a seed, and I have to do everything by myself!" There was a hint of dissatisfaction on Ryan's face.
"I not only gave you my seed, I also gave you a free world, my son, Ryan." The black-haired man seemed to understand what Ryan was saying: "I don't understand why you have such a request.
, if so, wouldn’t you be just like a puppet in my hands? In the process of running hard and achieving your goals, you will lose yourself and gradually lose your heart.”
"My heart?" Ryan asked doubtfully.
"When you get used to obeying orders, when you get used to completing my tasks as your life goal, when you get used to taking my will as your own, you will also lose yourself." The tall body said slightly.
There was some shaking, and for the first time there was an expression on his face, with a trace of sadness: "My eldest son, your brother, he is like this. When Chaos made him believe that everything he experienced was just a lie weaved by me,
This completely broke his will, and he became a disciple of Chaos, sparking the most horrific rebellion ever to befall Chaos."
"I learned a lot from this, Ryan, my son. Only when you grow up, and only when you learn how to fight and resist the temptation of chaos, can you maintain yourself under its temptation." On the black-haired man,
The golden glow was like substance, pouring into Ryan's sea of consciousness one after another. He strode closer, as if he wanted to touch Ryan's head, but in the end he failed to reach out and just continued: "When you treat me
, or you have become dependent on the system you are talking about, then one day, a small accident, or a deliberate conspiracy, you can no longer contact me, and you find that what this system has been telling you all along is just a conspiracy.
It's a pure scam. The result of your half-life struggle is a big show of deception, so..."
"Then my world will collapse. I will instinctively think that you, father, are the mastermind behind everything. My rationality and calmness will be buried by anger and madness. I will most likely be like my brothers.
Like a part of him, he fell into the embrace of chaos." Ryan frowned. He walked towards his father face to face, but passed him by and walked behind him: "But I am always alone, and I can't get you.
I don’t have any guidance, I don’t have any help, I have no brothers, I don’t have a legion of my own, I don’t even have a territory of my own, how can I fight against the power that can devour the world?”
"But you have time, my son. With the efforts of the saviors, although the next invasion will not take too long, it will not happen immediately. You still have a lot of time to establish your own power and form your own legion.
"The golden figure turned around, with a faint smile on his face for the first time: "Thankfully, my plan was successful. From the current point of view, Chaos has not found any trace of you. You can..."
"Yes, how like a great creator's command to his creation? Father, I am me, you are you, I am your son but not your servant, you have no love, I am the sharp sword in your hand,
Instead of the son you love, you gave me genes and new life, but expected me to repay with my life." Ryan interrupted the black-haired man rudely.
The black-haired man fell silent, and his expression changed, becoming like the coldest void in the universe: "I have no choice."
"Yes, I have no choice, so I can only call you father." Ryan smiled self-deprecatingly.
In the golden light and shadow, father and son stood facing each other silently.
"You can only rely on yourself for everything. My son, all I can do is to continue to watch you in the cold void, in this dark era..." the black-haired man whispered, and then his voice
Fu raised his head again: "You are not alone, Ryan. You will never walk alone. In this world, there are also people full of hope, exuding great light, driving away evil and fighting against foreign enemies."
"Unite them, and when that day comes, you will face it together." The black-haired man continued to speak, and the golden light on his body shone brighter and brighter with his words: "One person cannot accomplish everything, you
You are very weak and helpless. This is also part of my plan. Of course I can make you a child of a big noble or royal family, but what comes with it is..."
"It's evil attention and assassination. I heard that the most famous imperial genius, Bruck, the eldest son of the Wittelsbach family, showed amazing talent since he was four years old, but he died of the Chaos God's Chosen Killer when he was nine years old.
The assassination of the 'Eavesdropper'." Ryan nodded deeply. He once complained about his father's choice, but it has to be said that the main reason why he has grown up smoothly so far is that he has not attracted the attention of Chaos.
Otherwise, at such a young age, he would never be able to resist those terrifying Chaos assassins.
"So what should I do now?" Ryan asked the golden figure actively, as if he was complaining, but also seeking approval.
"It's right to go to the south. You already have a plan in mind for what will happen next. An eagle will never learn to fly under its wings." A light flashed on the eagle statue behind the black-haired man: "Okay,
That’s it for this meeting.”
"One last question, Father."
"explain."
"There should be no problem with my fertility, right?"
"……should not."
"That's good."
The tall golden figure slowly disappeared from Ryan's sea of consciousness. Finally, the black-haired man added: "Your recent series of brave performances have attracted Yurik's attention. Yurik's existence... then you
Just know it.”
Ulric, the White Wolf God of War, once personally descended to earth to fight against Chaos. It is said that when Charlemagne was crowned, it was Ulric's chosen one who wore the crown for him.
However, the empire does not admit this matter now, nor does it deny it. It is just that the White Wolf God of War's over-emphasis on competition and cruel teachings does not meet the current needs of the empire. The White Wolf Church is a bit sluggish compared to the founding of the empire, but it can still be regarded as a
A large sect.
"I understand." Ryan nodded. Whether he wanted to or not, his father's appearance finally relieved his pressure greatly.
In fact, he understood the reason why his father was unable to contribute. Although this was only the first face-to-face communication between them, his father had already entrusted him with dreams many times before. What would be his next task?
He already knew it in his mind.
It was just clear that the dissatisfaction must be vented. Sometimes Ryan felt that the world was a large prison. Only after learning from his father that he had no choice, Ryan felt better.
Opening his door, Ryan's pupils shrank suddenly. The half-elf was standing at the door, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Is that...an oracle just now?"
"Please don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations, Mr. Estelle." Ryan complained helplessly, but he was in a good mood now and was happy to say more: "That's right."
"Faith makes us strong. I have seen your skills. Mr. Lane, let's get to know each other again. My name is Estelle Gale. I come from the San Lorenzo Forest and believe in the Phoenix Lord." The half-elf took the initiative to reach out.
own right hand.
"Hello, 'Sledgehammer' Ryan, I won't introduce anything else, I believe you already know it." Ryan also extended his hand to shake.
Now that the half-elf has taken the initiative to reconcile, Ryan has no reason to get entangled. The virtues of a knight are humility and courtesy.
"I'm very happy that you have reached a settlement, but I may have to interrupt your conversation." Oliver approached with a smile on his face: "The evening banquet will start soon. Two friends, you can go on your way.
Let’s talk again.”
"How long have I been in there?" Ryan suddenly realized that the communication between him and his father probably took a long time.
"A little over an hour, Mr. Lane, the banquet is about to begin." Another businessman, Mats, also came up. He had already changed into a dress. Compared with Oliver's tightened buttons due to obesity, Mats' figure was
Being thinner made his dress look more fitting: "We can talk about anything on the way."
"Well, I'll change my clothes later." Ryan changed into clean clothes very quickly, and the four of them left the hotel together.
The only people who got the invitation were two businessmen and a half-elf. Ryan didn't know how the half-elf got the invitation, but he thought that a half-elf with an elegant demeanor and a handsome face could get such a country lord.
Banquet invitations are not difficult.
"Is there any progress? Mr. Oliver?" Ryan rode on his tall horse and smiled at Oliver.
"There is some progress. We plan to unite several caravans and hire several mercenary groups staying in this town to set off together." Oliver nodded, and another businessman Mats also indicated that he was a participant in this plan.
"I've met Birger. His Gray Blade mercenary group has pretty good combat effectiveness. If they encounter ordinary bandits and bandits, they won't have much trouble dealing with them." The half-elf had an elegant demeanor, and he flipped up his long golden hair.
, nodded: "Even if they encounter powerful enemies, they are not without the strength to fight."
"Can his mercenary group compare to a Nord infantry company?" Ryan became interested now.
A standard Nord infantry company consists of one knight, five cavalry, and twenty-five to eighty infantry.
"A little bit worse."
"Mr. Lane, it's hard to come up with anything if we discuss it over and over again. You'll know when we get there." Oliver said with a smile.