living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 168 The Dust of History

Song Yu looked at Mu Lan with a mocking smile, and chose "Yes" consciously.

"Main quest completed and we killed two members of the Blood Wolves"

Song Yu looked at the two teammates, endured unspeakable pain and said:
"You are no longer negative points, let's go back."

Then the figures of the three gradually faded away, and disappeared into the air after a while without a trace.

Mu Lan sat on the ground with a pale complexion, and immediately stopped using the green ink jade bracelet. Fortunately, the time was short, otherwise she would have to spend a lot of points to repair her body after overdrawing too much vitality to return to the main god's space, which would be too bad.

"Lan?" Julian worried, "Are you okay?"

Shaking her head, Mu Lan looked at the other teammates. Lin Yi leaned on the rock and panted heavily. Zhao Ziyu and Shen Wei lay on the ground without moving for a long time. Shi Zhengyang hadn't arrived yet, and he was anxious in the soul link shouted to himself.

"I'm leaving." Mu Lan stared at Julian's blue eyes, and consciously chose to return to the main god's space.

"I guessed it." Julian said disappointedly: "You always have to go."

"I'm just not happy"

Mu Lan, who had always been cold, broke into a smile. Although her face was covered with blood, the smile was as bright and moving as a hundred flowers blooming. Julian held his breath, feeling a little obsessed.

"Goodbye!"

Mu Lan's body gradually became thinner and lighter. Julian subconsciously wanted to grab her, but he couldn't touch Mu Lan's body.

"Julian, be a good king."

Mu Lan's smile drifted away with the wind, and she finally disappeared into this world, while Julian felt lost, looking at his empty hands, he felt that everything had disappeared without a trace like a beautiful dream.

"Be a... good king."

Time settles, years pass by.

On the continent of St. Warren bestowed by the gods to mankind, there are always ups and downs and magnificent legendary stories, but on the scale of time, these stories are gradually distorted, and finally only a few strokes remain in the pile of old papers and become history. dust.

Maybe you'll hear these stories being told by a bard on a street corner, in a tavern.

You may be emotional, you may be excited.

But that is just some kind of embellishment in the ordinary life, and the days will continue, and the passionate epic stories have also turned into conversations after dinner.

"Grandpa, did the emperor finally drive the barbarians away?"

"Of course, otherwise we wouldn't have a good life now!" The farmer stopped his cultivation, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sackcloth, and then scraped the tip of the child's nose with his big hand.

"His Majesty Julian saved us, he is a hero."

"I also want to be a hero!" The child showed a look of admiration and yearning.

"Do you want to be a king?" The farmer was amused and laughed.

"No! I just want to be a hero!" The child waved his little hands, making two gestures of a knight swinging a sword.

"I want to become a legendary mercenary and help His Majesty punish rape and eradicate evil!"

From spring to winter, from cold to summer, the city of Saint-Dantier, the capital of the millennium king, is still magnificent.

Not long after sunset, the western sky was still burning with an orange-red sunset glow, dyeing the palace in a warm tone.

Noswar's future successor, the young prince slowly made his way to the throne.

He looked at Julian Frenwisher the Great on the throne. This great king who is as famous as Claudius is already 80 years old. He has become a dying old man, and his face has been eroded by the years. There are no wrinkles, but those wise eyes are not cloudy at all, they still reveal a frightening and admirable sharp gaze.

"Father!" The prince saluted with his right hand on his chest.

Julian looked at this son who was very similar to him when he was young, and he changed his usual calm and pretentious manner, and smiled gently.

"Take you somewhere."

The secret room of Hercules Hall slowly opened, and the young prince looked at the dark tunnel inside in surprise. He didn't know that there was such a place in the palace.

"This is a rule handed down by kings throughout the ages. Before I return to the embrace of the gods, I will tell you a secret."

"Father!"

The prince was startled and looked at the old man leading the way with a torch. His back was a little stooped. He felt that his father, who had always been heroic and majestic in his memory, was really old. However, he couldn't bear to say: "You are still very strong. You will live to be a hundred." No age is too old!”

"Boy, stop comforting me."

Julian said with a smile, and then touched a mechanism, the whole secret passage was lit up, and he led the prince into one of the rooms.

There is a circle of hanging oil paintings in the room, and the things described above are vivid under the light of the fire.

The lush and tall forest is a bit familiar, it should be the Lagon forest, two men and two women surround Julian in the forest, they are fighting with the monsters, the appearance of the young Julian is not the same as imagined, there are more With a soft breath, he looks like an ordinary nobleman.

The tall and majestic black minaret, and the barbarian army is attacking the city. This picture should describe the famous Battle of Willenburg in history. The flag is flying behind Julian, and the four people are also standing beside him. At this time, the protagonists in the screen are fighting side by side.

The next one is more familiar. It is the capital of the king, Saint-Dantier. Julian is wearing an officer's uniform holding a sword. Countless soldiers are standing in the square, all of them are wearing uniforms. It's like holding a big ceremony.

The following painting depicts the Battle of the Vale of Silver, the final battle of the barbarian war more than 50 years ago, when Joritan's barbarians swept across the north, and the life of the entire continent was hanging by a thread. Julian, who had just become king He was ordered in danger, and defeated the incoming barbarian army in the Silver Valley, and his glorious life began. In the picture, his temperament has changed, and he stands on a high platform like a king.

There are many oil paintings, but each one has those four people, sometimes five people. In the picture, they are different from the Noswar people in appearance, and have a taste of the southern Seres people. From the paintings, we can see that they are different from their parents. Wang has a good relationship and is a partner who can deliver behind his back.

A young girl in the painting has attracted the attention of the prince. Every painting has her. Her demeanor is indifferent, her face is as delicate as an elf, and she always appears in the most important place in the painting. It can be seen that the painter has a partiality for her. .

"Is this the legendary mercenary group?"

As the prince spoke, he looked at the last painting, which was a bust of a single person, and it was the black-haired girl in the painting. She smiled faintly in front of her eyes, and there was an inexplicable meaning in her eyes.

"Yes." Julian replied. She also looked at the last portrait of Mu Lan and sighed. Even if he invited the best painter in the whole continent, he still couldn't restore her own demeanor. This has always been his regret.

The girl in front of him seemed to be looking at him with a smile. Julian's thoughts returned to the prosperous years of his youth, back to more than 50 years ago, and he saw his decadent and downcast self again, and saw them alive again.

"Am I a good king?"

"What?" The prince thought he heard it wrong, looking at Julian's earnest eyes, he seemed to be waiting for his answer.

The answer seems to be beyond doubt. His father is the leader of the same name as Claudius. He is the second great emperor. He saved Nuo Siwaer when he was in his 20s. He raised taxes and allowed the people to own new land. He took back the rights of the lord and reshaped the unity of Noswar. Externally, he controlled the mainland. Internally, he allowed the people to live and work in peace and prosperity year after year. Out of the sight of mortals, he began to use the power of magic to facilitate his life.

In the prince's heart, the father had already surpassed Emperor Claudius, and he bowed his head with reverence.

"Of course you are a good king."

Julian smiled in relief. Looking at the portrait of the black-haired girl, he seemed to be talking to himself:

"I did it."

Julian looked at his successor with a long and troubled tone.

"I'll tell you a story, a story about the Chosen One."

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(End of this chapter)