The First Law God Black History Handbook

"Is that what you plan to do?" Isley asked.

Thrander was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Isli, I'm not a god. Besides, even a god can't do anything." Even sometimes, gods need to rely on the power of darkness.

The Elven Queen said nothing more.

Thrander stared at the Elf Queen for a while, then lowered his eyes and saluted slowly, then turned and left.He knew that Yisili would definitely agree, but not now.And what he has to do now is to give the other party enough time to accept and arrange.

Night fell silently again.

Today's Giant Wood Forest is full of evil and danger. After dark, almost no one walks outside.

Of course, except for the elf guards.

Legston was not used to such an early bedtime routine, so he ran to Lord Fashen's palace and got into his magic tent.

As soon as Karl saw his figure, he warned viciously, "Who allowed you to enter here?"

Legston showed the magic lines on his palm, "Of course it was allowed by His Excellency, otherwise what do you think?"

"……This is impossible!"

Legston smiled triumphantly, "Why is it impossible? His Excellency the God of Fa has given me this right a long time ago, but I have never had the chance to use it. Isn't this my chance now?" He walked around the butler and turned towards Seran Walking to the reading room where De was, he let out an exclamation that made the housekeeper angry, "Your Majesty's magic tent is so easy to use. No matter where you go, you can come in and do what you want. It's really enviable."

Karl followed him, and warned viciously and urgently, "I tell you, don't disturb Lord Fashen!"

"I don't quite understand what you mean?" Legston paused, with his hands behind his back, and leaned forward to approach the butler, "I came in to disturb the Lord Fashen? Why? Obviously, the Lord Fashen allowed me to come in at any time. Or are you questioning your master's decision?"

Karl opened his mouth, trying to search for words that could refute this scoundrel.

But before he could figure it out, Lord Fashen had already opened his mouth.

"Let him in." Thrander knew how difficult Legston was, and he didn't intend to make things difficult for his poor housekeeper.

"Look, Your Excellency Fashen let me in." Legston's gloomy mood for the past few days suddenly rose, and he felt that he really came here at the right time!

Thrander was reading some ancient magic books, and he had no time to pay attention to the young fighter who raised his invisible tail like a pet.

"If you still want to stay here, be honest." He picked up the pen and kept taking notes in the book, "I hope you can understand me."

"Of course, Your Excellency the Fashen." It was already satisfying to watch His Excellency Legston up close, so he propped his chin and sat on the other side of the table.

He stared intently, fascinated.

Carl's eyes twitched when he saw it, but Thrander was unmoved.

... Otherwise, what else can I do?

He couldn't really argue with a child about this.Furthermore, the enthusiasm of young people is always surprising and unexpected. If he drives people out now, maybe something will happen tomorrow.

Karl is frustrated that he can't get rid of the obnoxious young fighter.

He delivered tea back and forth to the reading room four times. It was not until Thrander looked up at him that he aggrievedly took a book from the shelf and sat down quietly.

Seeing this, Legston raised the corners of his mouth, feeling more complacent from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, he also developed a little... curiosity about the book in Lord Fashen's hand.

The heavens testify that the young Duke of Legston has been a genius since he was a child. He can learn everything quickly and do everything smoothly, but there is only one thing, which is very difficult and painful for him.

That is, reading.

He hates books and those densely packed characters, especially there is not only one kind of characters on this continent.

Therefore, the little duke only learned the common language of the mainland and a little magic language, and knew nothing about the languages ​​of other races.

But Thrander is a master of language, he is proficient in the languages ​​of all races, such as elves, dwarves, gods, and dragons.

There are also the magic language books that he is best at, and has even been repaired and perfected by himself.

Therefore, if the atmosphere at this time was not too exciting for the little duke, it would be impossible for him to become interested in these boring books.

Legston touched his chin, turned his head back and forth to look at the two people who were concentrating on reading, and finally got up and walked towards the bookshelf.

Then, on the tall bookshelf on the right, he saw "The Chronicle of the Western Fantasy Continent", "The History of the Changes of the Continental Race", "The Chronicle of the Elves", "The Craftsmanship of the Dwarves", "The Change of the Age of Magic in the Continent", etc., which have a sense of time. s things.

He was attracted by the handwritten "Rise and Fall of an Empire" on the top.

The writing looked smooth and beautiful, and even though Legston hadn't seen it much, he could recognize it at a glance as the handwriting of His Excellency Fashen.

No way, he is extremely sensitive to everything about His Excellency Fashen, especially things with distinctive features like words.

Legston turned his head and glanced at the two people behind him, seeing that they hadn't noticed this side, so he stood on tiptoe and reached for the next few notebooks above.

"What are you doing, Mr. Aruman?"

Carl suddenly made a sound, which startled Legston.

He realized that the housekeeper was not paying attention to reading at all, but was staring at him.

"Just reading a book, what's the matter?" Legston replied naturally.

"It's nothing, it's just the top row, no." Carl didn't care whether the other party was happy or not, he just wanted to stare at the restless Mr. Fighter.

"Why not?" Legston felt that no matter what he did, the housekeeper would not give him a good face, so he might as well do it directly.

So he tiptoed to remove one of the notebooks.

"Hey!" Karl stopped him.

"Carl." Thrander frowned almost invisible, "I don't think there is anything that needs to be kept secret." Since Legston wants to see it, let's watch it, as long as he doesn't disturb him.Thurander sank back into those ancient magic spells.

Legston made a funny look at Carl upon hearing this.

Carl rolled his eyes and turned his head away.

Time passed unknowingly while the three of them were reading, and Legston even forgot that the purpose of his coming here was to have a few more words and look at each other with Lord Fashen.

He thinks the history of His Excellency Fashen's handwriting is particularly interesting, such as those words with strong personal feelings, those delicate and peculiar small details, and the blank space he deliberately left at the bottom of the book.

Legston guessed that those places should be deliberately set aside to write his evaluation and thoughts, but he didn't know why they didn't add them all later.

He found only a few reviews.

For example, the former king of the Metropolitan Empire, he said that he was a wise and funny king with only one shortcoming, that is, he was afraid of his wife.

He also added a picture at the bottom, which is a scene of a beautiful middle-aged lady sitting on a chair and scolding someone. The middle-aged man standing with his head drooping is obviously the one that Thrander was talking about. that king.

Legston looked more and more interesting, and when he looked up to check the time, he found that it was already late at night.

Karl didn't know when he was gone, and he didn't know if he went to rest or what to do.

Legston didn't feel sleepy. He was more curious about the remaining handwritten books, so he got up and changed one.

This one is more interesting than the previous one, because it looks older and retains more emotion and color.

When Karl came back, he found that the fighter had changed his book, and immediately turned cold, "Mr. Aruman, how much can you understand?"

Legston pursed his lips into a grin, lest the overjoyed mood lead him to a gaffe.

"Mr. Carl, I don't think there is something I can't understand in these diary-like notes?" He turned to the cover of the book and showed it to the housekeeper.

The butler sneered, "Superficial and childish."

Legston felt that this was a malicious slander from Mr. Steward, so he didn't care.

He lowered his head and continued to look, then laughed uncontrollably.Carl frowned, and couldn't help but walk over to see what he saw, so that he laughed like this.

"The hairy dwarves are always reckless and impulsive. I told them that dark creatures were on their way. Not only did they not believe it, but they even slandered me and my companions as accomplices of those dirty creatures—well, although we Some of the guys in the team are really not very hygienic."

"The palaces of the dwarves are very magnificent and tall. I think many people on the mainland have similar questions. One, why do they need such a big palace with such a short body; two, how did their short bodies build such a palace?" A magnificent palace."

"Of course, no one dares to ask that in front of the dwarves. Even me, because I don't want to be thrown out of the hall by the hot-tempered dwarves."

Karl was a little annoyed, "Why are you laughing?" He didn't think there was anything worth laughing about in the notes of the respected Lord Fashen.

Legston coughed, glanced secretly at the unmoving Lord Fashen, and then whispered to the butler, "Don't you think that the Fashen at that time was very cute?"

Karl stared at him and said angrily, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you out!"

Legston waved his hands again and again, "Okay, if you don't say it, don't say it, and it's not what I want to say? Didn't you ask me? Besides, I'll see mine. What are you doing here?" He also felt that he The feeling of wanting to share it with Carl was a bit silly, so I moved my ass, turned my back to Mr. Butler and continued to read.

Carl, "...idiot."

Although Karl made an angry and disdainful look, he was really worried that this naive young man would distort the perfect image of the current Fashen because he could not understand the Fashen at that time.

He walked to the table with a little worry, and looked at the Master Fashen who was concentrating on it.

Thurander could sense Karl's gaze. He didn't look up, but just narrated in a low voice, "I remember that those notes didn't record any shameful sinful past and evil heart, so what are you worried about? Karl, when you were young I am also me, I don’t need to be afraid, let alone cover up.”

Legston looked up in surprise.

Karl thought about it, and gradually understood the meaning of Lord Fashen.

But Legston jumped off the high stool and walked towards Lord Fashen.

"Why have you changed so much?" Legston leaned over the table, staring at the Fashen, trying to match the image of the Fashen he got from the notes with the Fashen in front of him.

It's a pity he couldn't imagine it.

He didn't dare to imagine how charming such a lovely Thurander would be, and how many people would fall in love with him.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow's Chapter V red envelopes will all have more than 100 points!Will someone come!Hey, never mind!

PS: Squat squat next chapter is going to make trouble again, and make a big one!Hahaha

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