The First Law God Black History Handbook

Thurander glanced up at him, and read his thoughts for a split second, "I have to say, Legston, you need to use your brain more to think." Not in heat.

Lord Fashen frowned in his heart.

"Am I not thinking?" Legston did not admit that he would appear simple-minded and well-developed limbs to His Excellency, he held up the note in his hand and said with a smile, "There is a different you , I fell in love with him."

Thrander didn't bother to pay attention to him.

But Legston was having a good time on his own.

"I really can't imagine, how can there be such a perfect person as you in this world? I can't control my love, Your Excellency Fashen."

"I saw what you wrote, 'The elves seem to be particularly favored by the moonlight. Their faces and bodies are always covered with moonlight like water and silver'. This sentence is really beautiful. And, I think this sentence applies to you It's more appropriate for me."

"Your Excellency Fashen..."

Without waiting for Legston to continue, Thrander got up, strode away without hesitation, and turned to another study room for his own reading.

He decided to reserve the space here for the over-excited Saints.

Karl originally wanted to leave with Fashen, but when he left, no one would look at this kid, so he turned back and rolled his eyes while arranging the books in the reading room.

He didn't speak until Mr. Steward was too annoyed by Legston's thoughts to listen to.

"Shut your mouth, Mr. Aruman! What do you think the Fashen was like when he was young?"

Legston answered him without hesitation, "calm, kind, wise, powerful, seeking power without being overly fanatical."

Carl sneered, "You are talking about the adults now."

Legston thought for a while, "You're right, what I said is completely described according to the current appearance of Lord Fashen. His Excellency, Fashen, he has gone through the baptism of years, and now he is too perfect and powerful. It makes it impossible for me to know and understand what he looked like when he was young."

Carl felt that the kid had finally said something human.

He pushed away the contemplative Saint Seiya, wiped the table in front of him, and sorted out all the books and notes on the table.

"How long are you going to stay? It's already late at night."

Legston came back to his senses, "...Of course I'll wait until His Excellency Dharma God rests, and then I'll go back."

Karl was angry, but unfortunately his anger couldn't stop him from being a young fighter in the air.

Legston's reading lasted for two days. In these two days, he almost forgot everything, and was immersed in His Excellency's notes every day.

At that time, His Excellency Fashen hadn't learned to look at history without emotion. What he described was not so much history, but rather a young mage's view and vision of the world.

He made Legston's heart sway and sway;

It made Legston continue to extract and apply the information in those texts, trying to piece together the Lord Fashen that he had never seen before;

It makes Legston more deeply in love and attached to his bones.

In addition, Legston also learned about the person named Cecil Dill and Karl from the notes.

The year 5330 in the West Fantasy Land.Metropolitan capital.

"I met a little boy who was of the same blood as Cecil Dill, but humble. He looked no better than those orphans."

"He said his name was Carl and he was a slave."

"I'm very surprised why this is so. Because I clearly feel that he has the same bloodline as Cecil Dill, which is the noble and pure bloodline of the Metropolitan royal family."

"I introduced Carl to Cecil Dill."

"Cesidil is happy. He treats Carl like a brother—without me telling him that's his brother."

"Cesidil is a kind child. His kindness is like the brightest star in the night sky. No matter how far away he is, he can be seen and felt."

Legston continued to read, and he saw that Carl and Cecil Dill were getting better and better, especially when Cecil Dill found out that Carl was his brother.

The three of them have been with each other for nearly 30 years, and Cecil Dill has become more and more dazzling and powerful.His light completely obscured the humble Carl.And Karl didn't care about those things, he just followed Master Fashen steadfastly and traveled with him everywhere to stop the darkness and spread the light.

Nearly 30 years was enough for Thrander to become the most famous Dharma God on the continent.He is kind and tolerant, kind and magnanimous, with a handsome face, powerful magic, and the power of light that everyone in the world yearns for.

He also taught Cecil Dill to be fair and strong, which is extremely dazzling.

They are all legends on the continent, people's hopes.

They have traveled almost all over the continent, dealt with all dark creatures, dispelled the most terrifying dark forces, and even faced the devil of the dark abyss.

And the king of the empire was getting old.

He sent a letter to Thrander asking him to bring the prince back to the imperial capital and preside over the prince's coronation ceremony.

When the note was recorded here, there was an obvious incompleteness.Legston looked back and forth, and finally confirmed that the missing parts had been deliberately destroyed.

He looked at the last page of this note:

"As the most noble and outstanding prince of the Metropolitan Empire, Cecil Dill guides every citizen of the Metropolitan Empire."

"They expect the noble and kind prince to lead them to overcome the darkness, usher in the light, and enter a period of peace."

"I'm looking forward to it too."

Legston put down the notebook anxiously, and went to look for the next one.

He really wanted to know what happened afterwards, because as far as he knew, the Metropolitan Empire suddenly disappeared in the third year after that.

No one knew what happened to the empire at that time. They only knew that the capital of the Metropolitan Empire, Metro City, completely disappeared overnight and never appeared again.

Later, there will be the current three empires.

As the young duke of the Ktrondor Empire, he had also learned about the history of the creation of the three empires, the kind of wonderful history that has been processed, as if appointed by the gods.

After a while, the young fighter found another handwritten notebook, but this notebook only contained a few pages.

There are indeed mentions of the three empires: "The three dukes are trustworthy people. I choose to let them lead the rest of the people to build a new empire."

"Starting today, the name of the Metropolitan Empire will be erased by the three dukes, leaving only an introduction of less than a hundred words."

"Even my students, Cecil Dill Leffy Chesterton and Carl Chesterton, have disappeared from the annals of history."

"Only I remember, only I can remember."

Legston could feel how desolate and desolate the Lord Fashen was when he wrote these.

He recorded the past in 130 seven notebooks. Everything, his country, his family, his relatives, his students, his friends, one by one, left him one by one, leaving only the devastation after the war land, and a few hundred words of historical records.

His youth is gone forever.

Even if he became a powerful Dharma God, became the only demigod, gained supreme glory and endless life...

But he is not young anymore.

The young mage who was full of love for the world, full of longing for the light, full of gratitude to all living beings, cold and lively, wise and naive, powerful and gentle, is gone.

Not because of age.

It was war, death, loneliness, the demise of faith, etc. These desperate factors contributed to his transformation.

Legston didn't dare to imagine how much Cecil Dill played in this.

He remembered that in the seven notebooks of 130, Cecil Dill appeared on the yellowed pages countless times.

Even every stroke is full of joy and anticipation.

His Excellency Fashen put Cesidil in a very important position from the very beginning, even in the last notebook, he put him in the position with Karl, and kept thinking about him.

But now Cecil Dill is the Demon King.

No matter how casual Legston was, he understood Cecil Dill's identity.What Carl said back then was still in my ears, it was the chief culprit who betrayed His Excellency, and even caused irreversible damage to His Excellency.

Legston got up again and searched in the reading room, he wanted to find the incomplete three-year notes.

From the time when the old king let Cesidil go back to inherit the throne, to the establishment of the three empires, what happened in the past three years?

His Excellency Fashen said three days ago that he had no shady past that needed to be covered up, but today he discovered that the other party had hidden the past for three full years.

Legston was both a little angry and a little slumped and sat on the short bookcase beside him.

He wanted to ask His Excellency Fashen to clarify, but it was obvious that Fashen, who deliberately hid his experience in those three years, could never tell him everything frankly.

Besides, His Excellency Fashen seems to be very busy these days.

He asked Karl two days ago, and Karl said that the Lord God was healing the forest eroded by darkness.

And in order to prevent being disturbed by Legston, Lord Fashen even put the magic tent in Karl's bedroom, and asked Legston to just come to Karl to read books these days.

In other words, Legston has not seen His Excellency Fashen for two days.

Hey.

Somewhat discouraged, Legston decided to go back and think about it.

night.

Legston tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

His mind was filled with the appearance of His Excellency Fashen over and over again, and he was almost driven crazy by this deep-seated longing and longing.

He wanted to see His Excellency Fashen, even if it was just to catch a glimpse from a distance.

Saint Seiya wanted to do it, he got up from the bed.

When the moonlight cast through the gradually dissipating darkness towards the elf palace, and then into the window sill of His Excellency Fashen, a slender figure quietly descended from the window sill.

His movements are light and fast, and he is very dexterous.But to his surprise, His Excellency Fashen sat up from the bed the moment his feet landed on the ground.

"Leggston, you'd better give me a decent reason why you're on my windowsill so late at night."

Legston looked at the cold expression of His Excellency Fashen in the darkness, his tongue became dry for a while, and he felt frightened.

"...I, I can't sleep well." Legston swallowed, "Your Excellency..." He took a few steps forward, trying to see the deceptive figure clearly under the moonlight.

At this time, His Excellency Fashen was wearing soft loose pajamas, which were robe-style clothes, which were different from the mage robes that were usually wrapped tightly.This pajamas exposed His Excellency Fashen's neck, which was slender and fair, and even the collarbone caught the eyes of the Saint Seiya through the hazy light.

His mouth felt parched.

In fact, Thrander was very tired these two days, which is why he didn't notice until the other party landed on his window sill.

The darkness of the giant tree forest was too evil and dense, even he couldn't control it.

But there is no need for the child in front of him to know about this matter.

Master Dharma God leaned slowly into the pillow in the darkness, and looked at the young fighter who was clearly out of shape with scrutinizing eyes.

"Homesick?" The corners of his lips curled slightly, and his tone was a bit inexplicable, "Mr. Aruman, I didn't know that at your age, you still need bedtime stories from your elders to lull you to sleep."

Legston didn't refute anything when he heard the words, but took a few steps forward.

He walked closer and closer, until he was close to this gorgeous big bed, kneeling on the side of the bed with his legs bent.

Thrander looked at him with puzzled eyes, "There is something wrong with you." He didn't think that the young fighter had any unresolvable worries or problems that could not be solved, so he needed to break into his bedroom on such a night, Then talk.

He raised his hand to the young man's face and asked him, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Legston looked at each other in a daze.

The two looked at each other for a long time.One of them had fiery and flickering eyes, and occasionally struggled; the other had flat eyes, frowning slightly.

Something in the air is gradually surging, ambiguous and sticky, making people dizzy.

"Your Excellency...Your Excellency Fashen, would you like me?" Legston grabbed Lord Fashen's hand and pressed it against his face, "Even a little bit is fine. I love you to my heart's content It's all going to shatter."

Thrander was a little surprised.

The young man's confession has always been warm and bold, without any cover-up.He had never faced such a frank and abrupt love like him.

And it was after he had already refused.

This really made him unable to understand.

The room fell into silence again.

After a while, Thrander finally reminded him, "I remember, I have already rejected you."

Legston's fingers trembled when he heard these words, and then he buried his cheeks in the palm of His Excellency, and lay down on the edge of the bed.

He didn't move for a long time, and Thurander almost thought that the man had just fallen asleep with his hand on his head.

But obviously, this young man didn't fall asleep so easily, he was just trying to take advantage of his sweetheart.

Because Thurander felt a soft and creamy touch.

Those were Legston's lips, and his tongue.

"Aruman!" Thrander shouted suddenly, the corners of his beautiful eyes were twitching and ashamed.

He looked down at the young man who was holding his hand tightly, "Let go!"

Legston looked up at him slightly, his eyes were bright and moist, like a small animal that just broke into the world with endless curiosity, with temptation and flattery——

If you ignore his nasty lips and tongue licking his palm.

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