Ashes of Hogwarts

"So, what you are saying is that this woman will be my wife in who knows how many years, and these two guys will be my son in who knows how many years?"

On the high tower of the sacrificial site, Hawkwood poured the drink in his hand into his stomach while blowing the cold wind.

The ups and downs of life don’t stop there.

Didn't I just end my first love that hadn't even started yet? I was so heartbroken that I went to do good deeds to entertain myself. Why did I have a wife and two sons when I came back?

"Well, actually I can understand you. After all, it's common sense that the undead and ashes can't have offspring. At least for now, I've only seen me as an exception."

Ash patted Hawkwood's somewhat forlorn shoulder.

He has not told everyone the news that the other world is the Deep Sea Age.

The main reason is that this matter is too big, and he is afraid that these people who have devoted everything to spreading the fire will be whipped directly.

A new era has begun. Is there any point in continuing the old era just to survive?

But if these people don't spread the word, what's the point of their lives?

"I must have been looking at that portrait for a long time. How will those two children grow up? Are they handsome? Do they look like me and my wife? We must have a good relationship."

Hawkwood is still full of yearning for his future life.

He has a beautiful wife - indeed very beautiful in his opinion now, two lovely sons, and a bicycle.

The extravagant hope for You'ersika was ruthlessly shattered by the unknown king before it even started, but fortunately Ash gave himself comfort now.

"Your two sons?" The images of two delinquent middle-aged people slowly emerged in Ash's mind.

If you simply freshen up and dress up, you should be considered "handsome".

After all, both of them have good foundations.

Thinking of this, Ash nodded affirmatively.

"They do look a lot like you, especially the younger brother named Dante. Even his figure is similar to yours."

"Really? I knew my son would be fine."

Hawkwood's mood became visibly happy, and even crow's feet appeared in the corners of his eyes.

t~t~t~

He drank himself another half of the drink above.

The alcohol brewed by the first fire was a little heavy, and his face was very rosy in the sunset.

"What about me and her in the future? How are our little lives going?"

Hawkwood won't ask how Ash got to the future.

After all, the ashes of this generation are different, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the strongest inheritor of the First Fire since ancient times.

The other world has gone, what’s wrong with going to the future?

"Honestly, it's not good. She passed away, and it wasn't a natural death."

Ash felt Hawkwood's breathing quicken, and his hand holding the wine bottle trembled slightly, with veins popping out.

"Revenge?"

"not yet."

Clap!

Remembering the crisp cracking sound, Hawkwood frowned and approached Ash.

"Am I, Hawkwood, the kind of person who doesn't want to take revenge?"

Ash shook his head.

At least when facing people other than himself, Hawkwood does have his revenge.

Ash began to tell him the stories he had heard from the brothers.

The story is actually very simple, but Hawkwood's expression keeps changing.

I originally thought that I was a coward enough when I escaped from the undead team, but I didn't expect that I could be even more cowardly.

"So, you ended up sending my two sons to work as porters and door openers?"

Hawkwood keenly captures the final point of the story.

"It does not matter."

Ash was very confident.

It's good that I can help them find a job with enough food, unlike you, a father who is not reliable at all.

"The focus now is that we have to find you in the future, and then use you to regain your wife's soul from the hands of death."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

Hawkwood was puzzled.

I have nothing to do with the God of Death now, and I don’t know as much about him as you do!

"You don't understand this. A wise man from the East once said that magic must be used to defeat magic. What I have to do now is to let Hawkwood find Hawkwood."

Ash patted the frustrated brother on the shoulder.

"Wise men from the east?"

Poor Hawkwood's only memory of the Orientals was that of a guy in a weird suit of armor wielding a cloud.

I heard that he slipped and fell to his death in Anor Londo, but I don't know if it's true or not.

"I think this wise man may not be very wise."

What does it mean to use magic to defeat magic?

Is it because my wolf swordsmanship is no longer fast or is the Farlan sword no longer sharp?You have to rely on that thing to defeat the mage.

"You have to forgive me for knowing only magic. Besides, this makes sense. The person who knows you best is yourself!"

Ash took out another bottle of wine from his backpack and gave it to Hawkwood.

Drink, drink, drink more.

I don’t know when I will be able to drink it again in the future.

"Although that seems to be the case, why does it feel like something is wrong? What are you doing here this time?"

Ash's evil intentions can be felt by everyone.

It's a pity that the current discouraged brother was concerned about his wife and children and failed to notice it in time.

"Of course, I'll send you to hell!"

Bang!

Hawkwood was kicked off the tower by Ash.

"Damn you! I will definitely come back!"

The frustrated brother fell directly into a thick fog.

The clouds and mist rolled in, and Hawkwood was completely gone from the Fire Sacrifice.

Ash glanced condescendingly, and then silently took off the horse leg ring on his hand.

"No wonder Patch likes kicking people's butts so much. It feels so wonderful."

Ash scratched his head and disappeared with a gust of wind and thunder.

The people in the sacrificial hall still didn’t know what happened.

All they knew was that Hawkwood never came back after being taken away by Ash.

……

Empty, lonely, cold.

He didn't know how long he had been falling, but Hawkwood was so bored that he almost fell asleep.

Fortunately, a cold wave hit him halfway, and some weak souls tried to attack him, which made Hawkwood feel a little interesting as he was running the wolf blood in his body.

After all, I am also one of the salary kings.

Feeling the rushing wolf blood, he began to think about a very serious question.

What is hell.

As we all know, the soul world does not provide reincarnation services.

Ashes will only repeat the process of spreading fire over and over again in the time-fixed continent of Lordland.

So Hawkwood felt that his already narrow vision was once again limited.

Knowledge blind spots are really fatal!

After a long, long time.

slap~

Hawkwood fell face first to the ground.

I was so absorbed in thinking that I didn't even have time to adjust my posture.

There were two returning bone fragments that landed with him.

"How stingy, not even giving me a spiral sword fragment." Hawkwood muttered and picked up two bone fragments.

He straightened up.

"So, where to start?"

In front of him, an endless black river was raging.