[Slow Wear] Assassin System

bid farewell

"I'm going to the capital once."

Miao Xuan thought, maybe this time is the last farewell.

In the dim light, Fenrir didn't realize anything, he was used to Miao Xuan wandering in every corner of the dark realm and the glorious land.

Maybe there used to be farewells and blessings every time they separated, but after the two gradually drifted away, this little warmth has long since ceased to exist.

But even so, Fenrir still maintained the habit of coming to St. Amber's City Wall from time to time.

"Are you going to the Holy City of Light?" Fenrir smiled, "Then, I will maintain order while you are away."

He didn't realize that Miao Xuan just came to say goodbye after a long absence, he just thought it was another warning from Miao Xuan.

Fenrir's response made Miao Xuan stunned.

The positioning of this person in his heart is too complicated. If he is a close friend, he is certainly not, but if he is an enemy, it would be absurd. He does not have such self-assertive subordinates, nor will he identify with violent and crazy compatriots in this way.

What's more, this man still preserved half of his innocent and innocent self in the depths of his soul...

They actually got to the point where they were worried about saying goodbye.

Miao Xuan's long silence made Fenrir misunderstand again.

"It seems that you need some help from me?" The Governor of Northwest China smiled slyly. "Then, what do you need, Your Majesty? In terms of information, I can't lose to you."

"It's not like that..." Miao Xuan took a deep breath, and finally decided to say it out, "I told you that I worked with Balder, and we got a batch of materials in St. Laurent. Now the establishment of the academy is for Translating them, I'm actually doing the same thing."

"The birth of the sun disc needs the support of a saint, and a saint is a person with black characteristics and physique. The sun discs of all cities are lifted by a saint, that is to say, they are all people with black hair and black eyes..."

Miao Xuan stopped narrating, and silence pervaded the two of them. The dim light and cloak covered Fenrir's face, and he couldn't see Fenrir's expression clearly, but Miao Xuan thought, he could guess what Fenrir said. The mood of the moment.

Shock perhaps?Or feel ridiculous?It's not a peaceful state of mind.

After a long time, he heard Fenrir's soft laughter.

"Your Majesty, you have never deceived me." He said, "This time, too?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

The conversation has already begun, and it is not difficult to continue, Miao Xuan said: "Yes, and... the seeds of the sun wheel are on me, as long as I can reach the church in the capital, I can lift the sun. wheel."

This time it was no longer dead silence, and Fenrir's breathing became more and more rapid. Miraculously, Miao Xuan heard his heartbeat, which was so strong and rapid.

Like... a dying person.

After an unknown amount of time, Fenrir finally spoke. His voice was deep and hoarse, which was different from usual.

"So, this time is farewell?" He asked, "Holder, are you saying goodbye to me?"

Miao Xuan: "...Yes, didn't you ask me if I was Ned Hogg? I gave you the answer."

It seems that this news still has too much impact on him, Fenrir even called out the name "Holder".

Fenrir approached Miao Xuan, and in the dim light, Miao Xuan finally saw his red eyes.

"What do you have to give?" he was asking, "to be able to lift the sun disc—life? Power? Soul?"

"No need." Miao Xuan said truthfully, "It's just lifting, the power of the sun has its source."

All of this coincides with the information Fenrir obtained from the academy, and the characteristics of a saint are dark survivors.

...The Remnants of Darkness is just a title of contempt second only to the devil.

Fenrir didn't want to listen anymore: "When are you coming back?"

Miao Xuan smiled and avoided answering: "See how far I can go."

He looked up at the dark land outside the city wall, where he could vaguely see the outlines of those dilapidated buildings.

This is not the Great Wall, there is no desert outside the city gate, only countless bones and walking corpses.

It doesn't matter whether the task is completed or not... what matters is his decision, his direction, his goal.

What exactly does he want?What had he been doing in the first place?

The world has been dark for too long, and it's time for a change.

"I'm leaving." Miao Xuan smiled, "Take care."

-----

After a day's inspection, Baldr returned to Langyakou. He changed his armor, went to the butler and asked, "Is Governor Luki Tucker here?"

The steward replied with trepidation: "The master is still on the wall of the outer city, and he will patrol with today's knights."

"Patrol?" Balder asked, "Being able to fight with your subordinates is really a commendable quality. Does your governor do this every day?"

The steward knew very little about it, so he bowed and said, "Master will patrol once a month."

Balder commented lightly: "Once every ten days? That's not bad."

The steward smiled apologetically, "Your Majesty, what about those who begged to see you?"

The nobles from San Sulca did not leave because the misunderstanding was over. They were lingering on the mace's mouth in the name of the monarch. Everyone was eager to seize the opportunity of the new king's inspection and give their family a leap forward.

It would be even better if he could enter the capital because of this.

Balder really hated this kind of entertainment, but it was impossible to refuse all of them, so he could only say: "Please send the invitation to my knight, and I will summon some people."

The butler immediately took the order to retreat, and at this moment, Sullivan arrived with a letter from the capital.

The news of the royal capital is the most important. Baldr immediately opened the sealant, and directly turned to the last part of the report about the academy.

This time, the report from the academy was very long, with five pages in total. The more Balder read it, the more he frowned, and he even crumpled the letter paper when he turned to the last page.

Sullivan had never seen the monarch lose his composure when he read the news from the academy, and he was a little worried: "Your Majesty?"

Baldr folded the letter paper, he looked at Sullivan and said: "Under what circumstances... will the content about the 'Dark Remnants' appear on the stele recording the sun wheel and the saint?"

Sullivan was taken aback: "This... condemns the devil? Does it mean that the saints were coveted and hurt by the devil when they conceived the sun wheel?"

Balder glanced at Sullivan firmly: "This is indeed the guess of most people."

Sullivan was confused, he couldn't understand what the monarch meant, and Balder didn't explain it to him. He put down the speculation of the academy and started to read from the first page.

All the news is the same, the Queen Mother continues to make small troubles, the nobles and ministers are still chasing interests, it is the social season, engagement and marriage are covered up by the exchange of interests and the alliance of surnames...

Obviously it is an all-too-familiar content, but Balder can no longer calm down.

Countless messy messages intersected in his mind intricately, each one seemed to be independent, but each one seemed to have countless connections.

The "mercenaries" full of mysteries, the "hungry wolves" closely related to the dark realm, the secrets of the royal family hidden by the mother, the precious metals whose whereabouts are unknown, the interpretation of the stone tablets that are constantly conflicting, the Saint Amber who is about to fall...

There must be something he failed to grasp, Balder had a hunch that once he could solve any one of the puzzles, all the rest of the information would be linked together and the truth would be revealed.

Sun wheel, what the hell is it?

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The wind of the cold night howled and roared, and Fenrir once again stood on the gate of St. Amber's outer wall. The cold wind from the dark realm was unshakable, and went straight from the northwest to the south.

I don't know if it is because of this reason that he has lost consciousness all over his body.

When was the last time you felt like this?

Perhaps it was the first time in the cage that he saw the son of the Luki Tucker family who was connected by blood. He was clearly a brother, but he could get his father's caress and smile under the brilliance of the sun.

His father found out about his peeping, so he lost his only palm-sized window.

Or witnessing the burning of another for the first time, with black eyes and shaved hair, but who cares what he did?It was his original sin to live on the glorious land.

At that time, Fenrir had already dyed his hair white with precious dyes. He hid in the crowd and watched the wailing man on the stake, listened to the beeping flames, looked at the rolling and blackened flesh, and smelled the scorched flesh. Stinky and disgusting smell - he also seemed to suffer the same pain in a trance.

And... probably when he killed his father and eldest son?Their strength is really great, even if they are fed medicine, they can still resist. It took him a lot of effort to strangle them. His arm was scratched bloody by the nail, and there are still several scars left.

But when the door was pushed open, the way he looked at him was no longer as gentle as before.

……

There are too many times of numbness, so Fenrir learned to be silent. He used a smile to hide all the emotions that could tear apart the mind. He killed people in various ways, carefully dissecting these so-called glorious people, and they After death, it's just a pool of rotten meat.

Everyone is the same, what's the difference?

But the sun discs make a difference, they are too bright, too beautiful and too warm, they forcibly isolate two completely different sides of people, they shelter these weak and glorious people, these things that should have been eliminated.

Wouldn't it be great if the sun fell?Darkness is the real justice. His king is on the throne, and everything is subject to a brand new empire.

Fenrir thought so until his king coldly refused.

This person who occupied all the joy and pain in his life now gave him the ultimate despair.

If the sun disc is conceived and lifted by a saint, then...then...

Then, these races struggling in the dark, what have they suffered, what they have done, what they yearn for, what they look forward to... have become?

In Fenrir's long memory, when St. Amber's sun disc could really illuminate this city wall, he once watched him go here.

At that time, the bones hidden in the shadows could still be vaguely seen at the bottom of the wall, and it was he who told him with a smile, "Don't be afraid."

The sun was getting darker and darker, and the place was getting more and more desolate. When the first walking corpse wandered here, Fenrir had become the new owner of the Luki Tucker family.

From then on, he also lost the qualification to bid farewell, and the person he was waiting for would never appear on the sun disk carved in stone again.

How old is it?Fenrir finally waited for the second farewell, but this time he was unwilling to bless and did not respond.

'Why' - that was the question he most wanted to ask, but he knew he couldn't get an answer.

Fenrir saw light in those eyes, and he was still burned by the light, even through a thin slice of Friggian stone.

He doesn't want to be on the throne, what he wants is a brilliant tomorrow.

He said he would lift the sun disc.