The First Law God Black History Handbook

Legston's silence finally came to an end.

He slowly raised his head and looked directly at the handsome mage behind the long table.

"Perhaps what you said is right. My good luck accompanied me in my growth and made me achieve what I am now, but Your Excellency, you have forgotten that good luck is also part of a person's strength. I am now the youngest saint on the mainland. Fighter, this is the result. This result is enough to prove my excellence, and I will continue to be excellent." He paused, and looked at the expression of the person opposite him with a probing gaze, "And, I think everyone Some strong people have good luck, otherwise why some people have worked hard for a lifetime, but they are still ordinary people?"

"Continue." Thrander nodded.

There was a momentary pause on Legston's expression, but he still bite the bullet and continued, "Just like you, your life experience is like a perfect story woven by the gods. Good luck always comes just right, and opportunities always come. Unexpectedly follow; Your Excellency Fashen, not all of your achievements today come from talent."

Thurander straightened up slightly, and looked up at Legston, "Of course, I've never denied my good luck." His expression seemed to express approval, but it didn't seem to be.

Legston hesitated, he wanted to wait for Thrander to continue, but I'm sorry, Thrander just stopped here and didn't continue to speak.

Thrander leaned back in the chair, his brows and eyes drooping slightly.It wasn't until Legston gradually realized the strangeness of the atmosphere at this time that he suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were indifferent and alienated, "It's very good that you have the boldness and boldness that only belong to young people. Maybe you are right, no You need my teaching, you are enough to cope with the rest of your life."

"Your Excellency Fashen..." Legston's heart skipped a beat. He felt that he had touched something he shouldn't have touched. Thrander's eyes and attitude changed obviously.

"Before you walk out of this door, I want to say one last word to you." Thrander looked at him carefully, with a slow and deep voice, "There are many choices for one thing, and different choices correspond to countless ways Different results. What you call 'results' is only one of a kind, it's the 'results' of your 'good luck'. If you're smart enough, Legston, you'll understand that good luck always helps The end of the day. Smart people are good at taking advantage of their good luck, and stupid people are good at spending their good luck.”

Legston's eyes paused slightly, he understood Thrande's meaning at this moment, and he also clearly noticed Thrander's mood swings.

Such weak and subtle mood swings are not pleasant, but they are not anger, just a kind of exhaustion and burnout recalled by people from the past - this feeling is imprinted in Legston's mind very clearly, It's hard for him to ignore it.

He thought that what he said before must have touched on His Excellency Fashen's past, something he didn't understand and that His Excellency Fashen could not forget, that's why he was so unceremoniously expelled by the other party.

Legston wanted to know these secrets, but it was clear that now was not the time.

"Go down." Thrander sat on the large chair, his posture didn't change much, his right hand rested on the armrest, and his whole body was hidden under the loose white mage robe, his whole body was extremely calm and elegant. Extremely, and extremely noble.

Legston's eyes darkened, he calmly suppressed the restlessness welling up in his heart, bowed his head and retreated.

And the moment he closed the door, he saw the mage who had been sitting steadily raised his right hand, and slowly, as if he couldn't restrain himself, gradually pressed it against his forehead—that was deep into the bone marrow. The lethargy and exhaustion that even Legston, who glanced lightly at him, caught his breath.

Legston regretted it.

He closed the door calmly and stood in the corridor for a long time.

He was annoyed and blamed himself, hated and helpless.

He hated himself for being reckless, annoyed at his ignorance of the past, and helpless at Thrander's rejection.

If he knew that what he said unintentionally would bring such a heavy blow to His Excellency Fashen, he would rather kill himself than say such words.

But now it's too late.

Because of his ignorance and recklessness, His Excellency Fashen picked up those memories again.

Legston was doomed to sleepless night.And in the next half month, he didn't really fall asleep.

Thurland's stay at Selkcarlow Castle did not last long.

Karl followed Thrander's instructions to bestow blessings on the villages near the fortress, and left behind the token of Lord Fashen, and they set off again.

This time the team has added Glendoll Erik and Esso.

Glendower is a loyal warrior, he learned swordsmanship, and has a small amount of sword energy in his body.Thurander occasionally gave him some pointers during the journey, and he made rapid progress.

As for Esso, Karl has always kept him by his side and taught him himself.Thrander also had enough trust in Karl, so he didn't intervene too much.

These days, Legston and Thrander have been keeping a close distance, very quiet, and even a little deliberate estrangement.

Thrander knew what he was avoiding, but he wouldn't try to wake him up.

After all, Thrander was very satisfied with the current result, so satisfied that he even improved his appetite.

"Is our next destination the City of Sol?" Legston asked Carl beside him.

"I don't know. No one knows what Master Fashen thinks. We just need to follow the instructions of Lord Fashen to move forward."

Legston frowned, "I feel the darkness spreading to the north."

The implication is that they are on the wrong roadmap if they are following in the dark footsteps.After all, Sol City is located in the west of the continent, and the darkness is heading north.

"We will go north along the Amitiwina Mountains to the Monata Giant Tree Forest." Thrander passed by several people and said lightly, "We can start now."

He got into the carriage, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The Amitiwina Mountains are a slender mountain range located at the junction of the Hebaan Empire and the Nu/Rman Empire. It separates the two empires and lingers all the way to the Monata Giant Forest in the north.

It was the ancient forest where the elves retreated.

The darkness spread quickly, and none of the villages they passed by in the past few days was spared.Legston could feel the silence of the Fashen and his psychology of researching something.

They try their best to save those poor human beings.The power of light shows its strength and gentleness at this time.

As they continued to advance, news gradually began to spread on the mainland that Master Guangming was traveling in the mainland and helping ordinary humans.

Most people are looking forward to the arrival of the white robe mage.

But none of them can guess or change the travel route of Master Guangming.

Gradually, as the darkness continued to spread, news of human cities being severely damaged continued to spread.Thrander and his party finally approached the giant tree forest.

In the evening of this day, they chose to rest at the foot of the mountain.

It was still Pique and Esso who prepared the dinner for the others, and Karl prepared the dinner for Master Fashen.

Glendower and Legston are fighting each other. Legston is younger, but his fighting skills and fighting awareness are not much weaker than Glendower.

Glendower was a free swordsman before following Thrander, without a fixed allegiance or team; he could trade with anyone, and was willing to help any team that could pay him.

This made him live a life of licking blood on the knife's edge.

Although he tries to avoid too dangerous actions for the sake of his beloved female mage, but sorry, he is not the darling of the gods, he always encounters dangers of one kind or another, and even hangs his life many times.

This caused his every move to be fierce and full of murderous intent.

Legston is fighting skills, Glendower is killing skills.The battle between the two became more and more serious, and gradually began to bring a fierce wind to every move.

Thrander leaned on the blanket prepared by Karl, with high pillows behind him - Karl could always create better conditions to give Thrander the most comfortable enjoyment.

So Thrander has always been very satisfied with his butler.

"My lord, Eric is just a swordsman after all." Although there is sword energy in the swordsman's body, Glendal Eric is just a free swordsman, an ordinary civilian, and he is not qualified to learn advanced swordsmanship And conditions, which made him unable to become a strong man no matter whether he was talented or not.

And Legston, he's a saint.Even if he doesn't use grudge, the oppression he brings still exists.

What's more, Karl doesn't believe that this young boy will always deliberately suppress his fighting spirit-when he finds that he can't defeat the brave Eric with only swordsmanship, he will definitely not be able to bear it.

"He won't." Thrander quietly flipped through the notes in his hand, "If he doesn't even have such self-control and tolerance, then he won't be the youngest saint on the mainland."

Karl wasn't surprised that Master Fashen was able to see through his thoughts, he just cared a little about Master Fashen's praise of the other party.

Legston has managed to settle down these days, but don't get entangled/entangled again because of the praise of the Fashen!

"There's nothing to worry about." Thrander motioned him not to disturb himself.Carl had to quietly retreat to the other side of the bonfire, and continued preparing dinner with Pike Esso and the others.

When supper was ready, Legston and Glendower ceased their sparring.

They walked over with their arms around each other's shoulders, laughing.

"I have to admit that you are a great swordsman!" Legston patted Glendoll on the shoulder, smiling heartily.As if all the gloom during this time had been released in this fight, his brows no longer showed sorrow, but the vigor and joy of a young man.

Glendower also admired Legston, "Your swordsmanship is the most tricky and fierce I have ever seen. If it weren't for the countless battles I have experienced and the teachings of Master Mage a few days ago, I would not be able to resist it at all. Your moves—it's unimaginable, how could you have such a weird way of fighting?"

He was telling the truth, and Legston was a surprise.His scrambled attacks always drove him into a scramble and scramble.And he was able to resist for such a long time, in addition to the accumulation of previous combat experience, it was more because of the occasional guidance of the Master Mage some time ago-even such short and rare guidance has benefited him a lot.

This made him respect and awe his master even more.

"But you resisted it in the end, which shows that I am always inferior to you." Legston generously admitted his own shortcomings, "It stands to reason that unexpected moves can always interrupt the opponent's attack. Take one step forward and give yourself a chance to win. But you resisted for so long, if I didn't speed up in the end, I'm afraid I would lose to you."

Glendower patted him on the shoulder, "You are so modest, do you come from the far east? I heard that this is the most excellent quality of Eastern people, hahaha!"

The two laughed and joked with each other, Thrander put down his notes and began to eat gracefully.

Legston approached and saw Thrander eating without raising his eyes, his eyes dimmed, and finally he and Glendoll sat opposite the Fashen.

He asked Peake for some wine and gave it to Glendower.

Glendower politely declined, "Drowsy alcohol may not be suitable for me at night watch."

Legston bumped him with an elbow, and said with a smile, "What's there to worry about? I'll keep watch with you. It's hard for fighters to get drunk!"

Glendower still didn't take the wine in the end. He knew who he was loyal to. Legston was his friend, but the master mage was his master.He will never make fun of his master's safety.

Carl was very satisfied with Glendower's refusal, so satisfied that he even mentioned Eric's swordsmanship to him again after Fashen finished his meal.

Pique and Esso had already climbed into their tent to rest. Thrander put down the half-read "Magical Creatures Illustrated Book" and asked Carl, "So what are you implying to me?"

Carl shook his head quickly, "No, I don't mean anything." He spoke with a serious face, and if he didn't know him very well, he wouldn't be able to see the thoughts hidden in his heart at all.

Thrander felt a little amused in his heart, reached out and handed the book to Carl, and turned to Glendoll who was chatting not far away.

"Take your sword and wait for me in the nearby forest."

Glendower, who was listening to Legston's speech, was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed by Carl's crazy eyes, and quickly got up to salute, "Yes, my lord!"

He got up so suddenly that it seemed to irritate Legston beside him.Legston stood up, with an unavoidable gloomy look on his face.

——Your Majesty Fashen called Eric!God!He called Eric, but ignored me!

Legston, who had drunk a lot of wine, was constantly filled with these words in his mind. His thoughts were completely muddled by alcohol, and only the deepest desire in his heart was still tormenting him!

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