"Henmo! Henmo!" A slightly hoarse cry penetrated the wooden door and beat my eardrums while I was sleeping soundly.
In a daze, I fumbled to put on my leather jacket, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and staggered toward the back room of the grocery store downstairs where the sound came from.
Although I was reluctant, I knew that if I didn't arrive in time, I would be shaking my brains out.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the grocery store, a burly figure stood in front of me. Before I could raise my head, a large cheese sandwich was stuffed into my mouth, and then there was a burst of urging: "Henmo, finish your meal quickly.
Work."
This man is my uncle, a grocer who has lived in the small town of Inverness.
Inverness is located in the cold north. Beyond Inverness to the north is a barren land in Scotland.
Most merchants traveling to and from the city use Inverness as their final stop.
Travelers who are looking for novelties, medicines and adventures use Inverness as their starting point. Therefore, the town has become a complete sparrow place.
I have been living in Inverness with my uncle for as long as I can remember.
My uncle's name is David Lionel, a well-known honest man in Inverness. His family has been running the town's only grocery store, cafe and beer bar for generations.
The folk customs in the town are simple and honest, and almost all the people in the town have friendships with my uncle. Therefore, although I was told that my parents died suddenly due to illness when I was young, no one in the town despised me because of this, and they all took great care of me.
I lived in such a warm environment until I was fourteen years old.
On my fourteenth birthday, my usually serious uncle laboriously moved an oak barrel back. I stood there stupidly, watching him wipe away a piece of cement at the bottom of the barrel and insert an old water pipe into the barrel with a pop.
At the end, he took two beer glasses from the grocery store and drank two glasses of beer.
After signaling me to sit down, my uncle handed me a glass of beer with thick foam. I looked at the color of the beer, smelled it, and said, "Uncle, is this the beer brewed by the Baker family in February this year?"
The uncle put down the beer he had just brought to his mouth, and a smile appeared on his always serious face: "Yes, Henmo, today is your fourteenth birthday. According to the custom of Inverness, you are already a man. Drink this
For a glass of wine, you will have to face the wind, snow, frost, jackals and beasts alone."
This was the first time I heard of such a rule. Growing up, my uncle was very strict with me. Not to mention wine, I was rarely allowed to touch coffee, saying that drinking too much coffee would hurt my brain.
Because of this incident, I was teased for a while by other children in the town of Inverness.
Baker's beer is famous far and wide. Many tired travelers or travelers returning from braving wind and snow to make a living would come to their uncle's grocery store and ask for a cup of Baker's hot beer mixed with honey and butter.
Just as I was thinking about it, my uncle impatiently held up his empty cup and urged me to drink it quickly.
I looked down, closed my eyes, and drank it. It was not as punchy as I thought, but instead had a wheaty aroma of bread.
After finishing the drink, I gradually felt my cheeks getting hot. I didn’t know when I started to giggle.
The uncle opposite me looked at me and kept smiling slightly. The lantern shone on his slightly weathered face, flickering brightly and dimly, unable to hide his happiness from the bottom of his heart.
"Uncle, why do you want to drink today?" In my impression, my uncle would not drink even when attending a party in a small town. He was strict with me and extremely self-disciplined with himself.
After hearing this, my uncle just smiled, took a big sip of beer, and put a piece of blue cheese into his mouth.
After chewing for a long time, he slowly said to me: "Henmo, today is your fourteenth birthday. From today on, you are a real man, a real man who can inherit the glory of the Clinan family."
"Wait, the Corinan family?" I was tasting the beer again, but I choked and couldn't speak for a long time. "Uncle, what Corinan family? Isn't your surname Lionel?"
"Henmo Cullinan is your family's surname. Your full name is Henmo Cullinan. Cullinan is your father's surname."
I was confused after hearing this. My uncle has always told me that my name is Hummel Lionel and that I am my mother’s illegitimate son. Even if I pressed again and again, my uncle would not tell me any information about my father.
, just say that my father is sorry for my mother.
"Henmo, today is your coming-of-age ceremony. I didn't prepare any gifts for you, so I just gave you your last name. Your original name was Henmo Cullinan, and your father's name was Sylvie Cullinan.
, is the second son of the Corinan family. It's not..." The uncle took a sip of beer, took a big breath and then said, "I'm not sorry for your mother."
"Then why did my parents leave me here? What happened if they died of a sudden illness?" My thoughts were confused due to alcohol.
The beam of the lantern swayed back and forth, and my uncle's face flickered.
But there was no wind inside.
He stood up strangely and opened the lampshade. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the flame of the lantern suddenly seemed to be stimulated and guided. It suddenly expanded and became as huge as a torch in the blink of an eye.
My uncle was so frightened that he froze in place. Before I could react because of the alcohol, the fire ball seemed to be alive, and it went straight around my uncle and rushed towards me. In an instant, the fire ball was in front of me.
The scorching heat drove away most of my drunkenness. When I was in despair, a wooden stick split the fire ball in two from the middle. In the gap, I saw my uncle holding the door latch usually used to lock the door and standing breathing heavily.
Behind the fire, he saw me standing there stupidly, dropped the door latch, picked me up and ran out the door.
As soon as I ran out the door, the fire ball was already chasing me, and my uncle blocked me behind me.
At the critical moment, a stream of clear water flowed past my ears, bringing a touch of coolness. In the blink of an eye, the water flow was blocked between my uncle and the flames. In the entanglement of water and fire, there was a vaguely familiar feeling in my mind.
Without thinking about it, my uncle picked me up and ran out of the courtyard gate, all the way to the town street.
I was so drunk that I lay on the ground unable to move. My uncle dragged me and was about to get up, when suddenly a drop of hot liquid dripped down my face.
I wiped my face, but the fishy smell made me sick, and I was about to vomit. Suddenly, through the light from the door of the shop on the roadside, I saw big drops of black-red liquid falling from my uncle's chest, and he
A hand-width wound running from front to back seemed to be torn out of thin air, and blood poured out in large amounts from the wound.
How could this happen? "Uncle! Uncle! Uncle Lene!" I shouted heartbreakingly, but my uncle just kept vomiting blood and kept telling me to run away.
I put him on the ground, covered the wound with all my strength, tore off the clothes on his arms, tore them into strips of cloth and covered his chest. The wound still didn't stop bleeding.
Suddenly, a woman's voice came coldly from behind: "Don't bother, you will go to that world with him soon."
I turned around and wiped my tears, staring hard at the woman in front of me: "Did you kill Uncle Lene?"
The woman rubbed her fingers and looked at me. There seemed to be air currents spinning rapidly on her fingertips. Regardless of anything else, I turned around and pounced on her.
She didn't seem to expect that I would be so reckless about my life. She didn't have time to dodge and was thrown to the ground by me.
But before I could raise my angry fist and hit her face under the black robe, I was lifted up by a current of air and thrown several meters away.
I got up covered in dirt and looked at the woman in front of me. I suddenly realized that I couldn't see her face clearly at all. Even if I tried hard to look at it, with the help of the light, I could only feel that I was looking at a mist, which seemed to be there or not.
Faintly visible.
Before I could rush towards her again, a ball of air flow like a knife rushed straight towards my chest. I quickly turned sideways to avoid it, but the second air knife had already flown in front of my eyes.
At the critical moment, another ball of water flew past me. After wrapping the air knife, it spun around a few times and fell to the ground, leaving only a shallow water stain.
The woman was about to step forward when she saw that her wind magic was resolved, and she stood there, looking around.
I was puzzled, why did the water flow save my life both times?
Suddenly, another man with a mask came out from behind the woman, laughing and saying: "Water is the purest substance created by the universe, and it must be controlled by the purest person in the world. Are the people from the Heli family here?"
After saying that, a man in a green robe suddenly appeared faintly in front of me. I couldn't see his figure from behind, but it sounded like he was the member of the Hurley family that the masked man said.
This member of the Hurley family said coldly: "Evil Mage, what a coincidence, we didn't go to find you, but you came to our door yourself?"
The masked man chuckled and said in a high-pitched clown-like voice: "Hey, it seems that an old friend is coming today? If I'm not mistaken, it's the high-ranking knight commander Alan Steele, right?"
"Yes! Evil Mage! Today is your day of death! I will judge you with the honor of a knight!"
A short knight covered in silver mail, dragging a two-handed sword that was much longer than his height, suddenly jumped in front of me, looked back at me, then turned around and rushed towards the masked man without looking back.
The masked man seemed unwilling to stop him and took a step back. A ball of black mist condensed in his hand. As soon as the dwarf knight arrived in front of him, the masked man loosened his hand and the black mist spread quickly. In an instant, the world was pitch black.
I looked around blankly, and suddenly, another circle of water flowed out from the hands of the man in green robe, wrapped around the few of us, and dispersed the black mist around us.
At this time, the woman standing by had quietly raised her hand and aimed at the man in green robe. I knew that this was the move that had just claimed my uncle's life.
I didn't have time to think about it, so I shouted: "Be careful!" The man in green robe was casting a spell. Hearing my shout, he quickly looked ahead.
At this time, a cold light flashed, and if you look carefully, you can see that the dwarf knight has dragged the knife and rushed to the woman. The woman could not dodge, and a deep wound was cut on her forearm. The bones seemed to be faintly exposed under the wound, and the woman collapsed in pain.
On the ground.
Seeing that the woman was injured, the masked man sneered: "See you later." He raised his hand and fired an air knife towards the knight. After being blocked by the knight with his sword, the masked man took the opportunity to cover himself and the woman with a black robe, leaving a ball of white at his feet. The smoke rose rapidly and disappeared in an instant.
After an unknown amount of time, the dwarf knight ran up to me, put down his sword, and helped me up. He saw that my eyes were dull and dull, and he knew that I had lost my mind.
So he muttered something and touched my forehead with a golden light from his finger.
As if my whole body had been exposed to the sun, I came back to my senses and looked at the knight. But suddenly I thought of my uncle, so I broke away from the knight, ran to my uncle, and burst into tears.
The man in green robe followed the masked man and the woman all the way, and returned at midnight. By this time, the dwarf knight and I had already buried my uncle.
After calming down my emotions, the man in green robe whispered with the dwarf knight, then walked up to me and said, "We will take you back to Merlin Academy."
"You're wrong. I've never heard of Merlin Academy and I'm not going anywhere." I sat silently beside my uncle's grave in the backyard, with only my uncle's honest and serious face in my mind and the rare happy smile I had seen earlier tonight. .
Everything is too confusing, what should I do?
As I turn fourteen tonight, I have received the gift of adulthood - my surname, Corinna, but I have lost my closest relative, an elder who raised me like a father.
The dwarf knight seemed to have seen through everything and said: "Henmo, I came to bring you this today."
After speaking, he took out a letter from his arms. The seal on the envelope was a Scottish golden eagle, with the words "Merlin Academy" written around it.
I opened the letter and it read: "Dear Mr. Henmer Lionel, I am here to inform you that after many evaluations and on the recommendation of the Dean of Holmed College, you are invited to join Merlin College. ,We look forward to your visit." Signed at the end by Il Selly.
Something suddenly occurred to me and I asked, "Are you from Merlin College?"
The short knight looked at the man in green robe. The man in green robe always had his back to me and refused to speak. After a long time, the short knight nodded.
I then asked: "Can you teach me revenge? I want to catch that woman and that sissy masked person with my own hands."
"Then what? So what if we catch them? Are you going to kill them?" The man in green robe finally spoke, but his tone was extremely harsh and full of hostility.
I stood up suddenly and said: "I will not kill them, and my uncle does not want me to become a murderer, just like them. I want them to receive the trial they deserve. A fair trial."
When I said the words "fair trial", I looked at the dwarf knight. He was so excited that he seemed to be jumping up and down.
At this time, the man in green robe stopped talking and motioned for me to come to him. The short knight held my shoulders and gave me a thumbs up, but I was not in the mood to look at his cheerful eyes. All I could think about was that lady. Silhouette of man in mask and woman.
I will definitely catch you with my own hands.
Many years ago, when the Cullinan family was massacred, I, Henmo Cullinan, had a lucky escape.
Many years later, the uncle who adopted me was brutally murdered, and I entered the Merlin Academy by accident.
The seemingly peaceful magical world is full of undercurrents. There are many factions, and it is difficult to distinguish between friends and foes.
And I am the only blood member of the Corinan family, and I am destined to bear everything in the family...