brother wolf

The time goes back 40 years, when Ignatius was just born.

You might find it odd that Ignatius doesn't look more than 40 years old, and, to put it mildly, he looks like he's seven or eighty years old—maybe older.

But that's not surprising, is it?

The suffering of life will always speed up the flow of time on some people, giving birth to the gorgeous hair on their heads, the wrinkles on their foreheads, and their stooped waists.

He was born into an extremely ancient and mysterious family, and was well-known in some fields.Of course, this family has always been low-key and inconspicuous in the present life. They avoid the sight of the people around them, hide in the city and the countryside, and move cautiously under the torrent of history, hoping for the glory of the past. able to reproduce.

When Ignatius was born, his father took him to the elders of the family for a routine examination. He didn't want this child to be the exception, but the world is unpredictable, and it happened to be his. The son became the successor.

The elders of the family took him away.

From then on, he and his wife never saw the child again until they died. His wife held his hand tightly before she died, calling out the child's name - Arrot.

The name on which they pinned their best hopes—happiness.

Wishing you happiness wherever you are, that is the only hope of Ignatius' parents.

However, perhaps their children are destined to carry a heavy burden all their lives and never know what joy is.

Ignatius grew up slowly. He was cared for and taught by a few men in black since he was a child. They educated him in the most severe way, threw him in the garden, never spoke to him, and even There was no physical contact, but they allowed him to play with the animals.

This state of isolation lasted seven years.

Before that, Ignatius never felt any difference between himself and the animals next to him. He thought he was one of them, a member of the animals, and he lived happily in it, which was the only wonderful thing in his life. time.

When he was seven years old, he was taken back to the villa-this villa would become his place to live, but not his home.

Boring studies, severe reprimands, and ancient content all overwhelmed him and overwhelmed him. He used to cry and run away like a wild child. He tried every means, but nothing worked. No.

Every resistance brought harsh punishment and more indifferent treatment.

To Ignatius, being whipped was like eating and drinking. His bony body was covered with scars all year round and never stopped.

The men in black told him that this was his destiny.

He cannot escape, nor can he escape.

Ignatius does not understand why this is his destiny.

He was still young at that time, and life was full of vitality and color in his eyes. Like other ordinary teenagers, he felt that the goddess of fate favored him, and he was the darling of the gods.So what if the goddess doesn't favor her?He is still so young, he has so many possibilities, every year, every day, there will be turning points waiting for him, left or right, it will be up to him to decide.

The meaning of life lies in the choices of free will.

Gradually, maybe it was instinct, he began to be attracted by the contents of the book, he eagerly studied, wandering in the vast ocean of knowledge accumulated from ancient times, never tired of it, day and night, he was fascinated by the mysteries of magic, and secretly decided Will always be those people who are very happy to watch this scene, but soon, they are disappointed, because when it is the turn of the practical class, nothing has changed, this child may have talent, but that talent is almost negligible Excluding.

This is not the first time this has happened.

They didn't give up, as long as they have talent, no matter how much, the inheritance can continue.

During the years when Ignatius was growing up, several of his mentors died one after another, and when it came to him, the last teacher also fell.

Before his death, the teacher looked at him with complex eyes, showing unprecedented love and care. He told him the truth intermittently-why learn magic, become a magician, find a way to restore magic and It is his destiny to pass on magic.

Ignatius holds a human hand for the first time.

The teacher's cold and skinny hand lay in his palm, as if entrusting something to him. He knelt beside the bed. After a day and a night, he stood up, buried the teacher, and began to step on the road. lonely journey.

He is the only magician left in this world, and he is also a magician whose magic talent is almost negligible. If it was in the era of prosperous magic, maybe he would not even be qualified to become a magic apprentice.

In his eyes, humans and animals are the same existence, and there is no distinction between high and low among humans. There are only two types, those with magical talent and those without magical talent.

He traveled to every corner of the known world, looking for objects that could be passed on, but found nothing.

He once slept on the streets of small towns on miserable and rainy nights, curled up and watched the rain drop by drop; he also used to lie on the grass in the wild on nights when the moon was sparse, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky.

He has traveled through the icy and snowy extreme north, and he has also been to the extremely hot and unbearable southern border.

He could talk to everyone, but he never fit in, no one came near him, and he never thought he needed anyone.

He can talk softly to a dog on the side of the road, but he may not be kind to humans like himself, it all depends on his mood at the time.

Sometimes, he would think of those who had passed away, whether they were all immersed in themselves and the world of magic like him, so that they could not spare a little time and energy to take care of everything in reality.

When he was 23 years old, he finally found a gifted child. He cherished this immature seedling very much, took care of it carefully, educated it carefully, tutored it carefully, and tried his best to do everything he could. , although still indifferent on the surface.

However, maybe this is not a seedling that can be used for inheritance, but a poisonous weed.

What this child likes is not magic itself, but the benefits that magic can bring. When Ignatius found out about this, he decided to eradicate this poisonous weed without hesitation.

A duel broke out between him and his apprentice.

What he didn't expect was that the apprentice never wanted to have a fair duel, and he poisoned him secretly, even in this case, he still severely wounded the apprentice and himself was seriously injured.

Ignatius collapsed on the muddy floor, watching the blood spill from his body, feeling more and more empty and colder.

He didn't regret it, and he didn't regret it, even if he didn't complete the inheritance task.

He just felt a little tired.

After so many years of traveling alone, enduring endless loneliness, and then being shamelessly betrayed, he began to doubt everything.

Why did such a great and brilliant magic civilization disappear suddenly 300 years ago?

Why do inheritors appear?

These questions flashed through his mind, but he was powerless to find the answer. The shadow of death enveloped him. In the blur, he saw a pair of bright eyes looking at him gently, and he stretched out his hand blankly to touch that Wipe warm, but powerless.

When Ignatius awoke, he was surrounded by a warm bonfire and a silent male slave.

The slave saved him.

He barely supported himself and sat up, looking at the male slave with a slave mark branded on his neck, he was staring at the fire in a daze.

He coughed and stroked his panting chest, "You saved me?"

The male slave lowered his head and said, "Yes, my lord."

He frowned and asked, "At that time, did you see anyone beside me?"

The male slave shook his head.

Ignatius did not continue to ask him about the rest of the matter, not even his name, this man saved him, he will give a proper reward, and that's all.

However, when a group of people surrounded them the next day, he still hesitated.

It turned out that the male slave was a fugitive slave.

The laws of the Rus Empire punished fugitive slaves very severely. If this male slave was captured, he would be executed in all likelihood.

The reason why this male slave was caught was because he didn't leave his seriously injured and escaped, so the captors caught up with him.

He saw this male slave silently pushing and shoving with those vicious people, neither begging for mercy nor asking him for help.

The sound of the whip cutting through the air made Ignatius feel a dull pain in his body. At this moment, he finally took a step forward and decided to intervene in this matter.

Originally, his consciousness was that the male slave saved him, so he tried to find a way to make him free. What he didn't expect was that after he bought the male slave at a high price from the slave owner, the freed slave was unwilling to leave him. side.

The result is that there is an extra silent tail beside him.

The male slave, whom he named Harrick, followed him and proved his loyalty and credibility with his actions.

At the beginning, Ignatius was not used to having someone close by his side, but this male slave named Harrick was very silent, like air, almost imperceptible but omnipresent.

From the initial rejection to the later habit, it didn't take him as uncomfortable and took too long as he imagined.