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The night is cold and the dew is heavy, and the blood moon is in the sky.

On the broad forest avenue, a gorgeously decorated four-wheeled carriage was galloping, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The driver was a middle-aged man in light armor.

At this moment, his brows were tightly frowned, his expression was solemn, and he turned his head to glance at the darkness behind him from time to time.

The blood moon in the night sky emitted a heart-pounding red light, shining on the armor of the middle-aged man, reflecting a terrifying color—this kind of light armor made of fine steel and cowhide is not common in Northland.

This is the scout light armor of the Hawk family.

The sound of trampling horseshoes seemed a little harsh in the silent night.The carriage wobbled because of the bumpy road and the extremely fast speed, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

"Well……"

The black-haired boy covered his drowsy head and slowly opened his eyes, looking forward with some confusion.

What caught the eye was an arched glass window, the dark trees outside the window receded quickly, and there was a blood-red full moon hanging in the distance in the distance.

The moment he saw the blood moon, a nameless anger suddenly rose in the boy's heart, as if he was dominated by anger.Then he was taken aback, and quickly turned his face away.

Ok……

who am I?
where am I?
Before the young man could figure out the situation, an old voice came into his ears.

"woke up?"

The young man subconsciously looked at the source of the voice - the old man sitting opposite him holding a cane.

The old man looked to be about 60 years old, and his silver hair was combed back meticulously.Although the face was old, it looked very majestic, especially the pair of dark brown eyes, as sharp as eagle eyes, not like the eyes of an old man at all.

There was a vague sense of familiarity in the boy's heart, as if he recognized the old man in front of him.

But no matter how hard the young man tried to think, his mind was still a mess.

Hmm... what happened?
Why... I can't remember anything?
Now... what is the situation?
"You are very confused." The old man spoke again.

It was only then that the young man noticed that the old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it gave people a sense of stability inexplicably.

He has no hostility towards me.

This is the subconscious reaction of the teenager.

What he saw so far made the young man very puzzled.

But he didn't know why he was puzzled, but the restless feeling in his heart made him want to figure out the current situation.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to open his mouth.

But what frightened the young man was that he found that he could only make the sound of "嘿嘿"!

what happened?

I... am I dumb?

Perhaps feeling the panic of the young man, the old man sighed lightly, and then said, "You want to ask where we are now?"

The boy was taken aback and looked at the old man.

The old man glanced around, and said with a half-smile, "As you can see—on the carriage."

The young man opened his mouth, and couldn't help slandering a few words in his heart.

"If you're asking about our itinerary—the way to escape to Atreia." The old man's face straightened slightly.

Atrea?

The teenager couldn't help frowning.

He seemed to have heard this name before, because there was also an unnamed sense of familiarity in his heart.

The boy's heart moved, he quickly straightened up from the seat, and put his head in front of the glass window beside him.

In the eyes is a young man who looks seventeen or eighteen years old and described as thin.

Although relying on the reflection of the glass window to observe can only see the general appearance, the boy still found that his head was wrapped in gauze.

What the hell does this happen?

Exhaling lightly, the young man subconsciously touched the gauze wrapped around his head, but an indescribable pain came from the slightest touch, which made him cry out in pain.

"I suggest you don't touch the wound, the old Gail's attack is not so easy to suffer." The old man continued.

Ok?
And who is old Gale?Why are you so cruel to me?And...why do I not have this memory?

Could it be that... I was beaten by old Gail and lost my memory?
What on earth did old Gail have against me?As for such a heavy hand on a teenager?
It seems that we have to be more wary of this old Galdo in the future!
The young man couldn't help cursing inwardly, with more and more doubts in his heart.

After thinking about it for a while, the boy really couldn't remember anything, so he had to give up temporarily.

But... who am I, where did I come from, what is the situation right now... why can't I remember at all?

Am I really amnesiac?
The carriage was very bumpy, which made the young man who was injured on the head dizzy, coupled with his doubts and curiosity about the current situation, the young man really wanted to sleep to death!
At this moment, the old man spoke.

"How are you thinking?"

Ok?
The young man looked bewildered, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

But immediately his mind moved, and then he pointed to his head.

The old man narrowed his eyes, and then said: "I know you have a bad headache. But I just asked you how you think, you just need to nod or shake your head."

The young man opened his mouth, then tried his best to put on a painful look, and then pointed to his head, but he was extremely anxious in his heart.

Alas, being unable to speak and communicate is such a hassle!I don't know if he can guess that I have amnesia...

After all, the young man can only deduce from the words of the old man that he may be hit on the head by that old Gail and cause amnesia, and he knows nothing else!Therefore, if you want to understand the current situation, you can only use the old man in front of you.

The old man frowned deeply, staring closely at the boy's eyes, and slowly said: "You mean...you can't remember?"

The boy gave a thumbs up violently, then nodded vigorously, but accidentally pulled the wound on his head, causing him to grin his teeth again in pain.

The old man looked surprised, and quickly asked, "Can't remember anything?"

The teenager shook his head slightly.

"Atrea... Hawke's house... Gravekeeper..."

Every time the old man uttered a word, the young man's heart trembled slightly.

Ok?
So familiar!

But why do I have no memory at all?

The boy shook his head in distress.

The old man's face instantly turned extremely pale.

"Damn old Gale!" cursed the old man, gripping his cane tightly in both hands.

"Could it be that you can't even remember your own name?" The old man almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

Looking at the old man's face, the young man couldn't help sighing in his heart: This is what I want to know the most!But I really don't know!

Looking at the face of the other party, the young man knew that the old man must be extremely angry now, but he was eager to know his identity, so he could only shake his head as a signal.

As expected, the old man's complexion got worse, but he didn't speak.

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became a little awkward.

After a while, the old man said softly, "Your name is Zhang Ye."

The young man was inexplicably surprised.

Zhang Ye!

The moment he heard this name, several images quickly flashed through the boy's mind.Although those images were all fleeting, the boy knew that the reason for all this was that name——Zhang Ye.

I know, I know the name!
Although I still can't remember what the name stands for, it's a name I'm extremely familiar with...

It turns out that I am Zhang Ye, and my name is Zhang Ye...

"Tuk-tuk-"

The old man tapped the chassis of the carriage with his cane. After a while, he sighed, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Extend your left hand."

Zhang was also taken aback for a moment, but he followed the old man's instructions - who knows what will happen if he doesn't follow now?Besides, judging from the current situation, I don't seem to have any right to choose!Moreover, although the old man in front of him looked stern, he didn't seem to be hostile to him, and he might even be his elder!
Just when Zhang Ye was thinking secretly, the old man found a palm-length red translucent spar out of nowhere.

The moment he saw the spar, a light flashed in Zhang Ye's eyes, and a rather strange feeling arose in his heart.

The old man didn't pay attention to Zhang Ye's expression, but just lowered his head and pricked his left thumb with the sharp point of the spar.Then dipped Zhang Ye's fingertip blood with the red spar to draw a strange eye-shaped pattern on the palm of his left hand.

Strangely, the red spar was only dipped in a trace of blood from Zhang Ye's fingertips, but it was able to draw a pattern covering the entire palm of his hand!

As the old man made his last stroke, a surprising scene appeared - a light red light burst out from the palm of Zhang Ye's left hand!
Although the red light only disappeared in a flash, the old man on the opposite side showed a relieved smile.

Zhang Ye stared blankly at the pattern on the palm of his left hand, and the familiar feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"In the ancient legends of Atreia, the 'gravekeepers' of all dynasties are specially selected by the heavens to be robbed. They will be accompanied by death all their lives, and they will create death with their own hands. And the palms of their left hands will be killed by heaven. It is endowed with the 'God's Eye' that can perform miracles. It is said that this is the favor of Artuban, the god of death." The old man explained.

Death... Artuban?

The moment Zhang heard the name, Zhang felt his heart tremble for no reason, and a shadow appeared in his mind inexplicably, a dark shadow.

The old man did not notice Zhang Ye's abnormality, and continued: "About 100 years ago, the 'tomb keeper' suddenly no longer received the favor of heaven, and the 'eye of god' no longer appeared on his hand. The world thought it was the 'tomb keeper'. People' offended the gods, so they no longer receive the blessings of the gods... and the ninth 'gravekeeper' used special means to draw the 'Guardian Eye' similar to the 'God's Eye', using the power of the soul to release miracles. "

After the old man finished speaking, Zhang Ye was at a loss.

Looking at Zhang Ye, not knowing why, the old man sighed softly.

"Miracle"... what exactly?
After Zhang Yewu pondered for a while to no avail, he turned his attention to the old man, hoping that he could give him an answer.

But the old man couldn't see through Zhang Ye's inner thoughts, so he just looked out of the window silently, completely ignoring Zhang Ye's searching eyes.Looking at the old man's expression, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing that the other party didn't notice him, Zhang Yebian also turned his gaze out of the window.

After a while, the old man seemed to think of something again. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly changed.

At this moment, the carriage shook suddenly, and then the window shattered, and a black shadow suddenly rushed in.

The old man frowned, and raised the cane on his right hand without saying a word.

Accompanied by a "cracking" sound, the cane quickly turned into a barbed chain whip in mid-air!
And the black shadow was severely whipped by the chain whip before he could react in the slightest.

The next moment, under Zhang Ye's stunned gaze, a bright yellow flame suddenly ignited in the old man's hand, instantly enveloping the black shadow!

It all happened extremely fast.

When Zhang also reacted, the black shadow had already turned into a black mist and dissipated in the air, and Zhang didn't even see the opponent's appearance clearly!

Zhang Ye's face turned pale in an instant, and he leaned tightly on the seat, not daring to move.

Just now... what was that flame just now?
magic?

hallucinations?

Or...a miracle?
That's right, it must be a miracle!
"Hmph... Abyss magic, these scum!" the old man muttered.

Immediately afterwards, the old man saw Zhang Ye's panicked appearance, so he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

At this moment, the carriage stopped abruptly.

The old man flicked his right hand again, and with a "click", the long chain whip turned back into a walking stick again.

Glancing at Zhang Ye, the old man nodded slightly, and then got out of the carriage under Zhang Ye's puzzled gaze.

The carriage stopped in front of a bridge, and the middle-aged man who was driving had disappeared.

The old man touched the silver ring on the little finger of his left hand, and immediately walked towards the bridge.

A man sat by the bridge, a man wrapped in a black cloak.

Seeing the old man walking towards him, the man slowly straightened up, and then made a standard aristocratic etiquette towards the old man.

"Count Renner, you are finally here."

This is a man wearing a white mask, and his voice seems to be young.

"Who are you? Where are you from the Yolt?" The old man stood three meters away from the masked man, with his hands on the handle of his stick, his gaze like an eagle.

"Me? I'm just a killer who walks in the dark." As he spoke, the masked man stood upright, slowly pulled out a slender rapier from behind, threw it on the ground in front of him, and said, "As for you The Jolt...should be the owner of this rapier, right?"

Seeing the reaction of the masked man and the randomly discarded rapier, how could the old man fail to guess the ending of the coachman?

"What's the matter with you?" The old man's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand clenched his cane tightly.

The masked man laughed twice. In the silent night, his laughter was a little creepy.

"Lord Earl, why do you ask knowingly? Hand over the remnants of the Hawke family, and the lord will spare your life."

The old man shook his head and said, "Your lord...has gone crazy."

The masked man stopped talking, but slowly drew out a strangely shaped short scimitar.

"The Black Blade Society...it really is him!" The old man frowned, then slowly raised his cane.