north of the north

This castle is almost exactly the same as the princess's castle, only bigger.

Langdon led them inside, and a strong smell of blood wafted out.Chang Wuyong almost felt like he was walking in the princess' castle a few months ago.

After entering the door, there were corpses everywhere, which seemed to have been dead for a long time.

Guards, maids, cooks—

Everyone was lying on the ground coldly, and many of them had their eyes open, with terrified expressions on their faces.

Chang Wuyong remembered that she once said that she was going to kill Suckling, but when the real death hit her face, she felt a little scared again.

This up close, mass, death of others.

All kinds of desperate gestures. Before death, they were still struggling, running, and dodging, thinking that they would survive.

But they all died.

Freya took Chang's useless hand from behind.

The entire castle was still silent, except for the sound of some blood dripping from the table and chairs.

Tick ​​tock.

They stepped forward on such a sound.

Slowly, she walked to the master bedroom. Chang Wuyong knew that this was the master bedroom, and the princess lived in such a room.

creak creak-

In the master bedroom, where the bed was placed, a large cradle was shaking.

Blood flowed from the edge of the cradle with the rhythm of the shaking.

Often useless heard the voice of a little boy crying.

"Daddy—" the boy's voice mumbled, "I'm afraid of pain, Daddy..."

A man stands with his back to the cradle.

"The main course has finally arrived," the man said.

He turned around.

Chang Wuyong was startled, she couldn't believe her eyes.

This man is...

Emperor Aneurin!

"You..." Chang Wuyong didn't understand why someone who had been dead for many years appeared in front of her.

The man's gray eyes looked at Chang Wuyong, and when he saw those eyes, Chang Wuyong had a sense of time and space.It seems that all of my past and future are presented at this moment.

Chang Wuyong shook his head and said, "You are Verrier."

The man nodded and said, "I am also Aneurin."

He turned his head to look at Fuliya, and Fuliya fainted suddenly.

"What are you doing?" Chang Wuyou was in a hurry.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her." Aneulin said, he waved at Chang Wuyong, "Don't you want to seize the inheritance, come, come and get it."

Chang Wuyong thought for a while, then walked to the cradle.For a moment she almost thought she saw Dorcas, seeing the princess in her ten-year-old form.In the cradle, a boy with short platinum hair was holding a tattered toy, and was staring blankly at Aneurin, tears constantly diluting the blood on his face.

His chest was almost pierced, revealing the core of white magic power.

His blue eyes, which were almost exactly like the princess's, had begun to look a little slack.

Sensing Chang Wuyong walking in front of him, the boy coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said in a daze, "Is it Dorcas? Am I already dead?"

The boy, is the princess' father, Sackling Argent.

He was already dying.

"Why?" Chang Wuyou asked when he heard his own voice.

She felt that there were countless questions exploding in her mind, why is Suckling Argent, who is 56 years old this year, still looks like 10 years old?Why should he stay like this?Why is Aneurin not dead?

Why did Sacklyn Argent do that to her daughter?

"If you don't take it, it will be too late when he dies." Aneulin said.

Chang Wuyong moved his fingers with difficulty.

"Let me help you." Aneurin suddenly reached into the boy's broken chest, took out the bloody magic power core, and stuffed it in Chang's useless right hand.

The magic power began to merge, and Chang Wuyong felt the scenery in front of him distort.

All my life I've been looking for an answer.

I am Sacklyn Argent, eldest son of Aneurin Argent, the greatest name of our time.After I finally started to understand, I understood the meaning of this name and this identity.As with all the sunshine of this continent upon me, as first in line to Aneurin Argent, I shall have all that I desire.

By the time I started to understand this, I was 26 years old.And the world was just unfolding before me, I was just beginning to learn to read scrolls, and I was just beginning to communicate fluently.There is no problem with my brain, and this has been double-proved in the following time.

Where is the problem, where is the problem.I don't know either.

Before I was 24, the world was the same for me, happy and carefree.My little castle is always beautiful, and I found out later that my father spent a lot of energy designing my little castle.All the furniture fits my size. Every time he comes, he is so big, but he has to sit on my small stool because of grievance.The outer edge of my castle was painted bright yellow, and the rooms were painted light yellow, light green, and sky blue.

Each room has a different design and theme, I am in the forest tonight, and the sea tomorrow.I can always do what I want, and all the rooms have thick woolen carpets that allow me to run around barefoot.Dozens of stoves are lit in the castle in winter, and servants will keep fanning me in summer to keep me cool.Later, the castle was engraved with a constant temperature array, and I can feel absolute comfort at all times.

I learned all this later. At that time, I didn’t know what yellow and green were. I didn’t know what a forest was, and I didn’t know what a servant was.All I knew then was, Dad, Dad.He always feeds me, tenderly, and he always holds me and wraps me in his arms.He always kissed me and hummed some songs to me. He said a lot to me at that time, but unfortunately I couldn't understand a word. I only knew to call him Daddy.I just cry.

Time stops, everything stops.Once I wanted to go out of the castle, and I was crawling on the ground that day, and I was bored.I was held back and stopped.I was crying and screaming, and every time I cried and screamed, my dad would lift me up and rub my face with his beard.He would talk to me very softly and rock me in his arms until I fell asleep tired of crying.I fell asleep and he was still shaking and shaking, I often vaguely feel him kissing me, itchy, short beard, I would push him away impatiently, in my dream I heard him The sound of giggling.Stuffy, passed from his arm, I fell asleep on his chest.

But that time he didn't.He was yelling at me, his face flushed with anger.I was perplexed at that time, in fact, I was perplexed a lot of times, everything was strange to me at that time, except my father.But, I feel it acutely, I can't go out.

If you can't go out, you won't go out.

It's not a problem for me, I love being pampered by my dad, he's a giant, he has everything I need.I always feel that I am stepping on the ground, and I feel that this is real.Later, after I began to understand the world, I still felt the same way.There is no truer reality than that.

My father put me in the small castle, and 22 years passed like this. In fact, I don't know the year or the time.Maybe all I know is happiness, I'm fully contained, I'm fully pampered, I can't dress myself when I'm 22.Sometimes my dad wakes me up and he picks me up from the bed and dresses me and I spit on him and he lifts me up and spins me and laughs.

I think my dad likes everything I do, he always looks at me with those soft, gray eyes.I didn't know much about words back then, I didn't understand people, I didn't understand furniture, I didn't understand carpets, I didn't understand that I was the eldest son of Aneurin Argent, I didn't understand that I could have been the most powerful man in the world.But I know Dad, and it means the world to me.

People always seem to like nostalgia, bards will praise children's ignorance, fearlessness, and carefree life.In fact, they don't know what carefree is, and I know that I have lived a carefree life for 24 years, and I always feel that this is the truth.

Yes yes yes, you might say, truth is independence, it is autonomous action, it is understanding.Everyone says so.

That is, none of you have had the same experience as me, and I never had to worry about myself at that time.I never knew what worry was at first, I just cried, I just got angry, or I laughed.Life is always interesting to me, and I can sometimes twirl the carpet for a day, ignoring the servants who chase after me to feed me.Until I was tired, I would just lie down on the carpet, and I would always be carried to the bed.

When I was 22 years old, I fell asleep for a long time, and when I woke up, I found that I had grown a lot taller.I've never grown taller, it's a novelty for me, and then my little stools, little plates all seem too small.I lose my temper, and when I lose my temper I like to yell endlessly.Immediately someone came and replaced the thing for me and put it in better shape.

After I grew up, my father came to me less and less. At that time, I didn't know, I didn't know anything.At that time, life was an unimpeded flow of water for me, and I often believed that I could go on like this unimpeded forever.I thought at the time that if I started yelling, I could have everything, especially, I could have my dad.

Then I was taken away, and I was taken to a cold, hard place with no one to feed me, no rugs, no servants.I nearly starved to death, and I started yelling like crazy, really at the time I totally believed that if I yelled, Dad would show up.

Then I was beaten up.That was the first time I felt pain, and it was a unique, very different feeling.I cried so much harder that I nearly died from crying.My eyes were red and swollen, and my throat was dry and sore.As I recall now, they were really careless, those who caught me.They want to use me to blackmail Dad, then they have to let me live, don't they.

Their ideas are very good. In fact, no one thought that my father would not want me.I thought, maybe I was the last one to think of it.

In the end, they had no choice but to find someone to teach me to eat, teach me to hold a spoon and a fork.That woman was so impatient with me, she hit me a lot, and while it wasn't multiple injuries, I was always bruised.In fact, I learned very quickly, my brain has no problems, and I survived very quickly.I hoped that my father would come to me one day. At that time, I had no doubts that my father would come to me.It's an undeniable thing, for me.

I always feel that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, after a while, my father will come to me.I dream all the time, I dream I'm still in the castle, I dream I lose my temper, I dream I kick him, I stab him with a knife, I dream I yell at him like I'm never going to talk to him again He went back.Then he begged for mercy, lifted me up, and took me in his arms as I spat at him, muffled laughter over his arm.

Later, I dreamed that he came to save me again, this time I didn't dare to be arrogant, I only dared to cry, and then asked him to hug me and kiss me.

After that, I wanted to die.In fact, I didn't know that I was thinking of death at that time. I always curled up in the corner, neither eating nor drinking. When someone beat me, I would cry and call my father.

In the end, no one really came to me anymore.My urinal was full, there was no food, and I was dying.I really felt like I was going to die then.In a daze, I saw my father walking towards me. He stretched out his powerful arms to lift me up.

When I woke up, I was back on the soft bed.I thought I'd be able to see Dad, I knew I was saved, and the servants were paying homage to me again.I was as thin as a stick, and I desperately called for my father, I want to see my father.I was ignored, someone tried to talk to me, but I couldn't understand.

Later, people began to teach me to read, to teach me to speak, I stabbed them with a fork, I hit them with my head, and I couldn't sleep all night.

Later, a person came, and he was poked with blood everywhere, but he said a word to me, he said, if I learn well, I can see my father.I was persuaded by him. In fact, what else could I do besides being persuaded by him at that time.

Gradually, I finally understood.I am Sacklyn Argent, eldest son of Aneurin Argent, the greatest name of our time.I understood the meaning of this name, this identity.As with all the sunshine of this continent upon me, as first in line to Aneurin Argent, I shall have all that I desire.

If I'm not a mentally handicapped young man.

My figure didn't grow after I was 5 years old. When I was 24 years old, I grew into a 10-year-old figure again, until now.Now, I am 26 years old.I just learned how to speak and read.But as long as it's about my dad, I get shrewd.

I know that I have been raised by Aneurin in the small castle as a protection for a mentally handicapped son.Until I was kidnapped by the Wendlington family when I was 24 years old, it took Aneurin only one year to defeat the Wendlington family, and he didn't care about his son who was locked up in prison.It was my mother, who died giving birth to me, the Picards, who paid off the caretakers to keep me from dying.They, who have gradually declined, hope to regain some benefits through me.

But I'm not retarded, I know.Although I have been muddled, I didn't feel too much effort in the process of learning. In fact, in the process of learning gradually, I began to show some characteristics of genius.

I don't understand, why, my father gave up on me because of my size, and I also know that I suddenly grew into a 22-year-old body one day when I was 10 years old.This is very strange.

I wanted to study these, and I started to specialize in the human body branch of the Holy Scroll, an area my dad developed.But not many people are interested, such a branch is always slow to take effect, the magic fluctuation is very weak, and a lot of analysis of corpses, even living bodies, is required.Too bad my progress was slow, I'm better at animals.

On the other hand, I began to try to control the Picard family. Since the death of the old patriarch, no one in this family can match the wisdom of the old patriarch.

Thinking about it, Picard was the first family to stand beside my father. Although my mother died of dystocia, as long as it is operated, the attendants and subordinates around my father can all be in a good position to compete effectively.This stupid family is so proud of being favored, and before it starts to play a big role, it starts to drag its feet.

I now know what a worthless person I am. Mentally born in other families, the poor will be drowned, and the nobles will just ignore it.No one treats me as carefully as my dad. No matter how I think about it, my dad has shown enough patience and a lot of love in treating me. Although he seems to want to prevent me from learning to speak and growing up , all the servants in my little castle had their tongues cut out.

But why, this is really the question that torments me forever.

Why, he suddenly doesn't want me anymore.Countless times I think back to how much he loved me back then, how patient he was with me.

It was an eternal torment, and countless times I would recall his love for me, I wanted to question it, but it felt real.My only answer, is that things have changed, that my 24 years of not growing up have made my dad impatient.I am worthless, I can no longer be favored by him, I need to be worthwhile.

Having value is not easy, especially for me.Maybe all my entertainment and all my emotions were taken away by those 24 years, I worked harder than anyone else, I want to make up for my value, and I want to stand in front of my father again.

I worked hard for 5 years to take control of the Picard family.I have finally become a person with value, I am no longer confused, I know that shouting can't solve the problem, I sometimes feel that I am so good, I have regained some power in my hand, but I can't forget, I can't forget that unscrupulous For 24 years, someone can tolerate you forever, all you have to do is to fall asleep gently.

I finally got the chance to meet my father again. I collected all the bardic stories and information about him, and I carefully questioned those who had contacted him.My father is really the top person in the world. He is extremely smart and amazing in what he does. No one can match his achievements.It seems that Wei Ridong also takes special care of him, he is the son of heaven.

His subordinates need some people to do things for him and settle some small things for him.I can be such a person.

So, five years later, I finally saw him again.

I have been separated from him for 7 years, he is much older, not as tall and powerful as he remembered.I am still the same, and time seems to have stopped on me.He finally allowed me to meet him.

I'm not the kid I was when I was 24 years old.He froze for a moment when he saw me, but only for a moment.I couldn't see any emotion in his eyes, those gray eyes were so familiar to me that I could easily sense how foreign they were.There is no liking, no love, no joy to embellish it.But I know that he is my father.

I knelt down on one knee and said that I hope I can serve him, Lord Aneurin.

He said yes, my son.

I can finally understand what he said now, but how sad I am.

For the rest of the day, I tried to please him like a puppy.I am getting to know him again, and there may be no one, no other subordinate or son, daughter, who pays attention to him like I do.I pay attention to him, his every move, I hope he can treat me like that again, it doesn't matter if I become an idiot again.But, I also know this will never be possible.

Because I served him very comfortably, and slowly, our relationship became closer and closer. He would often be amused by me and laughed, saying, you are still the smartest, Suckling.I want him stroking my hair, kissing my cheek, and preferably sleeping with his arms around me.

Once I looked into his eyes, those eyes seemed to be restored again, with a little pearl-like love embellished there. "Dad." I called him, my tone surprisingly weak.He frowned, and his eyes became serious again: "What's the matter, Suckling." He asked me.It was a consistent, unhappy tone. "Would you like some wine, Lord Aneurin." I hurriedly snatched the flagon from the waiter's hand, and I splashed the wine on the table.

"No, you go down." He chased me away.

Since then, I will never be presumptuous again.When I was sleeping alone on the bed, I always thought, that is irreversible, that is precious.Up to now I have been sleeping in a cradle, my bed must have a railing, I always sleep in one corner, and there is a corner for my father.

On the day my father left, it was so sudden that he fell down suddenly.But he was calm and composed, as if he knew it a long time ago.He summoned the important ministers and us, he has already made a will, he is very organized, and there is no chaos.Finally, he gave each of us, the children, the opportunity to spend some time alone with him.

When it was my turn, I was completely overwhelmed by sadness.I know everybody dies, but this one won't be Dad, and besides, he's so young, he's 48, and he's so physically strong, like a block of marble.

I looked into his eyes, held his hand, and kissed his cheek.This time, he didn't say anything.

Finally I asked him, why?Why?dad.

I have already discovered that the reason why I don't grow up is because he embedded carvings into my body.He deliberately kept me in a small castle from the very beginning, deliberately kept me from growing up, deliberately kept me from speaking, deliberately, let me enjoy 24 years of carefree.

I actually don't know what I'm asking, why what?

Maybe what I want to ask is why not continue.

He understands what I mean, is there guilt in his eyes?It seems not, it seems not much?

He said, I am a good boy.Then he closed his eyes.

I was actually the last person by his side.That's when I was out of control, screaming like I was 24, hoping he'd come back like I was, and people rushed to pull me away, and my fingers made ten deep marks on the edge of the bed.

After he left, I couldn't feel the meaning. He gave me love, endless love, and suddenly took it away.Maybe he took something else, my whole life, my whole being.

I dropped everything, I walked aimlessly, I wanted to escape this place, a place without him.I am Sacklyn Argent, eldest son of Aneurin Argent, the greatest name of our time.It's like a fateful curse.I'm gone, my chaotic life has prompted me to keep running away.I'm heading north, and I'm going to find an answer, and even though I know there may be no answer, there never will be.

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Well... because they are connected together, they will not be divided into chapters