Roy has heard many legends about the Knights of Farrington.[This article comes from]
For three hundred years, this knighthood, which has always fought bloody battles with the demons at the Farrington Line of Defense in the Broken Sky Mountains, has been an eternal topic of conversation among the people in the Land of Redemption.
People marvel at their power and are curious about their mystery.
They have always talked endlessly about every battle between the Farrington Knights and the demons for three hundred years; about their traditions, their fighting methods, their black eyes and black hair, as well as their coldness and iron-bloodedness.
Talk about it with pleasure.
According to various legends, this army no longer looks like humans.
When they are mentioned, what comes to people's minds is the dense swarm of demons clinging to the city walls in front of the towering cloud-like Broken Sky Mountain Fortress, the sky-blocking arrows and fireballs, the flowing blood, and the broken remains.
limbs and screams and roars that will forever echo in the mountains.
Under that bloody sky, these warriors wearing black and red armor and cloaks fought silently.
Their sharp swords waved, and the ferocious demon heads rose into the sky with the spurts of blood. Their battle axes chopped down, and the flesh made a dull splitting sound under the sharp ax blades. They rode war horses,
They lined up to charge, and under the thunderous hooves of the horses, there was bloody mud.
They fought like this until the blood reached their ankles, until corpses were piled up on the city walls, and until the demons all over the mountains and plains receded like the tide.
When the sun rose from the east the next day, they, covered with scars, held their swords again. Everything started again.
Day by day, year by year.
This group of sinners, who led to the final defeat of the human coalition in the final battle, used this method to atone for their sins that will never be freed.
There is hell. And they live in that blood and fire. With scars all over their bodies and old armors full of sword marks, they fight and fight forever!
Three hundred years have been enough to make people's historical memory of the final battle blurry.
The people who witnessed that era have died. People now only know that without the bloody battle of the Farrington Knights, there would be no last place of salvation for mankind. No matter what crimes they had committed, the three hundred
Years of atonement are enough to erase everything.
They are more sympathetic to the Knights of Farrington than to the superior Holy Church.
Since childhood, Roy has had a special, even inexplicable sense of identification with Farrington. Every time he played knight games with Tom and other children, he would always disdain to do what other children were rushing to do.
The prince and the knight who bravely save the princess. But as long as he plays the role of the Farringdon Knight and the demon, he will definitely insist on choosing the Farringdon Knight.
With a childish look on his face, he would kneel on the ground in pain, lower his head, press the hilt of his sword with both hands, and imitate Knight Farrington's world-famous death order.
Every time at this time, he could feel the solemnity and solemnity from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't understand it before. It wasn't until he learned about his life experience that he realized that everything he unconsciously experienced back then came from his inseparable bloodline.
Over and over again, he imagined that one day he would return to the Broken Sky Mountains, walk into that hell-like fortress, and meet those people who were like him, with black hair, black eyes, and oriental blood. He thought
, that day will take a long time.
But he didn't expect that one of them would appear in front of him in such a way today.
Roy was a little stunned.
Just like the "lone wolf" mark he subconsciously chose when registering as a mercenary, he has always thought that he was just a lone wolf wandering in the vast snowy fields. After the death of his parents, except for Grandpa William,
No one cares about me anymore.
Whether it is Grand Duke Renault, who followed Donald, or Grand Duke Roland, who disapproved of his father and mother's marriage from the beginning, they are just two cold symbols. The meaning of their existence is just to make him feel a sense of abandonment.
, just indifference and indifference.
But he didn't expect that just when he had accepted all this, he suddenly discovered that no one cared about him.
"Master Rook..."
Roy looked at Luke's weather-beaten face. There was no fear, no doubt, and no desire to deny his identity. He knew that with Luke's strength, if he wanted to be disadvantageous to him, there was no need to spend such a time.
Twists and turns.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulence in his heart, helped Luke up, and asked, "How did you recognize me?"
"I recognized you as soon as you took off your mask just now," Luke sighed. "We live in Farrington and rarely have contact with other people. Therefore, even your father and your
Very few people can match my grandfather's appearance."
"But," Luke looked at Roy kindly and smiled, "I am your grandfather's knight knight, and I also grew up watching your father. I am very familiar with the appearance of the Hanshan family. Your appearance
, at least 70% similar to your father when he was your age!"
With that said, Luke pulled out a necklace from his collar, opened the pendant with the towering mountain crest of the Hanshan family underneath, and showed Roy a portrait of the magic pattern that was already somewhat yellowed.
Magic pattern portrait is an extremely expensive method of image preservation. It requires spending a large amount of magic crystals and arranging complicated magic pattern arrays to imprint the real image of that moment on a special canvas through magic. This method,
It is only in the hands of a very small number of magic pattern masters, and even princes and ministers cannot obtain it casually.
Roy stared at this small portrait carefully.
It was a smiling couple.
The man looked very similar to me, but he was a little more capable and heroic. He was wearing a dark blue ruff collar striped top, with one hand bent and the other hand holding the long sword at his waist, smiling happily and silly. The woman beside him was holding his arm.
He was wearing a long goose-yellow dress, beautiful and gentle.
The place where the two of them were standing should be a section of the city wall, with battlements covered with marks of swords and axes vaguely visible behind them. Beyond that, there was an empty valley and a vast, blood-red sky horizon.
Roy looked at this photo infatuatedly.
He had been driven around by William since he was two years old, and he could no longer remember his mother's appearance. And his father, Roger, had died in the war before he was born.
This was the first time in more than ten years that he saw his parents.
Although Luke did not tell him who the people in the portrait were, he knew that they were his father and mother. In that time and space that had passed away, they were smiling happily to themselves. Their appearance, expression, everything
, all exactly the same as in my dream!
Eighteen years of loneliness and longing were like a flood that burst a dam, instantly breaking through the line of defense that I thought was indestructible.
Roy felt his nose was sore and tears burst into his eyes!
Just like the day I fell off a cliff and found out my life experience. Just like the late night when I stood up from the cold river and walked ashore step by step. However, in addition to the heart-breaking pain, there was also an equally heart-breaking pain.
of happiness.
For many people, happiness means reputation, status, money, power... They pursue those things diligently, but they don't know that for a boy who lost his parents when he was young, just seeing their parents is already a life.
The greatest happiness.
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Sitting on the roof of the attic of a wooden house, an old man and a young man quietly watched the city of Munich in the night.
The night was already deep. In the attic, the even breathing sounds of the family's two children could be heard while they were sleeping. Two police officers on patrol rode their horses slowly through the deserted streets. The top of the bell tower in the distance was blue.
The magic array light curtain ripples gently, giving the city a layer of light like water waves.
"Can you tell me about them?" Roy watched as a gryphon knight passed through the huge shadow of the magic moon on the horizon and landed on the city wall. He turned to look at the old man beside him and asked.
"What do you want to hear?" Luke looked at the boy's clear and soft eyes kindly.
These eyes look so much like Sarah's, the old man thought.
"I don't know..." Roy said, "I mean... I want to know everything about them. But I don't know where to start."
"Then let me tell you what I know," Luke smiled, "I will say whatever comes to mind."
Well. Roy nodded and crossed his legs.
In the cool night wind, his thoughts returned to the past as the old man told him.
I heard from Luke that his father, Roger, was a very naughty guy when he was a child. He could never sit still and maintained a strong curiosity about everything. He liked fantasy, reading and painting, hunting, and riding horses.
gallop.
He is a person with an unusual enthusiasm for life. Even though he, like other boys, left his mother's arms at an early age, grew up in a military camp, and accepted the most difficult and even cruel tempers, his optimistic nature could not be erased.
.
Roger has extraordinary talents as a knight. At the age of fourteen, he was already an excellent warrior. He once followed the scout team and went deep into the territory of the demons. He also fought hard on the city wall for three days and three nights.
Seriously injured.
Everyone likes him.
Not because of his identity, but because, no matter how cruel the battle he went through, he was always smiling. In his nature, there was a kind of nonchalant optimism. It was completely different from the silent and serious nature of his father, Duke Roland.
When he was fifteen years old, he met His Royal Highness Prince Edward, who was visiting Farringdon.
At that time, Edward was just a teenager who was also full of curiosity about everything. One yearned for a life outside Farrington, and the other tried to understand this mysterious fortress. The two young men quickly became the best friends.
Two months later, when Edward finished his travels in the Principality of Farrington and was about to leave, he and Roger together begged the Archduke Roland to allow Roger to accompany him to the imperial capital.
Edward is qualified to make this request.
Nominally speaking, Farrington is still part of the Saint Solan Empire. A hundred years ago, at the beginning of the Solan Grand Dukedom, no matter how bad the situation was or how difficult the situation was, Farrington had never recruited a single soldier, let alone
There was a shortage of copper Sani supplies.
During the two months he lived in Farrington, Edward ate and lived with everyone, fought side by side, and was kind and courteous, earning him the respect of the Farrington soldiers. Edward's plea, coupled with his son's expectation,
With his eyes, Grand Duke Roland actually agreed for the first time.
In this way, Roger left Farrington, where he had lived for nearly sixteen years, mixed with the Royal Knights Guards, and entered the world he had longed for.
If we look back and evaluate him now, in Luke's words, it is: "It's like a tiger that grew up in the jungle and broke into a group of dogs. Until now, his name is a nightmare for many people."
At that time, few people except Edward knew Roger's identity.
People only know that he is His Royal Highness Edward's closest friend, a descendant of the Eastern aristocracy with long curly black hair and a hearty smile. He is gentle and polite, dances more beautifully than anyone else, and speaks funny and funny words.
No one connects him with the Knights of Sinners, who in their impression only know how to fight and live in hell forever to atone their sins. Everyone thinks that he comes from a noble family with a deep heritage, elegant etiquette and gentlemanly upbringing.
Except for the fact that he doesn't like to wear gorgeous clothes with embroidered puff sleeves, stockings, wigs, and makeup, which is a bit strange, everything else is fine.
Soon, Roger gained a great reputation among the aristocratic circles of the imperial capital.
He would return to Farrington for a few months every year to fight or travel around the empire. In July and August, when the purple roses in the imperial capital bloomed most brilliantly, he would come back.
People gradually discovered that this beautiful young man was a naturally powerful character.
Since he came to Edward's side, Edward's influence in the aristocratic circle has skyrocketed. On certain matters, the weight of Edward's words even surpassed that of the then-reigning emperor and the prime minister Donald.
Edward was originally a man of great talent, but he was still sixteen or seventeen years old. When he was young and vigorous, he wanted to surpass his ancestors and become the greatest emperor of Saint Solan. To this end, he carried out drastic reforms to target the empire's long-standing shortcomings. In just a few years, he
Over time, Saint-Soulan's military and national strength has significantly increased. It is prosperous and has swept away a century of weakness. It has the potential to surpass Philippe and catch up with Pompeii.
And all of this naturally poses a threat to some people.
Externally, the Pompeii Empire and the Philippe Empire were absolutely unwilling to see this situation continue. The Holy See, which had always had deep conflicts with the Solan royal family, was also wary of it. Internally, Donald had been in power with one hand, covering the sky for more than ten years.
How can we allow a young man to challenge authority?
They hit it off internally and externally, and for a while, Edward encountered unprecedented resistance and was struggling. No matter which field he was in, there seemed to be someone secretly holding him back and doing things right. The originally good situation was entangled and dragged into the world by countless ropes, both overt and covert.
mud.
What's even more dangerous is that the opponent not only launches interceptions and attacks in various fields, but even wants to physically wipe Edward out of this world.
As the crown prince of the St. Solan Empire, Edward is not the only candidate. There is an older brother above him, and there are two younger brothers below him.
Edward's brother died young and died of illness when he was less than seven years old. In terms of age, apart from his two sisters, Edward was the eldest boy, so he won the position of crown prince.
But the crown prince does not necessarily ascend to the throne of God. Let’s not talk about it far away, let’s talk about the neighboring Philae. Peter the Great only ascended the throne after killing the then Crown Prince Philae, who was his brother.
In the Pompeii Empire and the Roman Dynasty, where the royal bloodline was more complicated and the struggle was more fierce, this kind of thing was even more common.
Even Grand Duke Solan, the founding hero of the country, is just the spokesperson of the Solan nobles, let alone a mere prince. If he touches the interests of the nobles, killing him and replacing him with a more controllable crown prince is not impossible.
things that come out.
Edward paid the price for his youth.
In that period of history stained red by blood, the imperial capital was in a state of flux and undercurrents were turbulent. Assassinations, attacks, slanders and provocations against Edward came one after another. They were so cruel that even the Roman Dynasty, the darkest period of imperial power struggle,
, and far less than that.
However, everything was in vain because of a young man standing in front of Edward.
This person is Roger.
He had resolved at least five fatal situations that would have killed Edward. He had fought in a bloody battle on the long street and repelled three groups of top killers. He had also broken into a heavily guarded seaside castle alone and killed one of the controllers behind the scenes.
He killed him and hung his head in the square at the foot of Huangquan Mountain, shocking the heroes.
He is not Edward's personal guard, does not obey the royal family's orders, and is not under the royal family's jurisdiction. Most of the time, he sleeps in the warm sunshine of the garden, flirts with women at balls, and gallops on the hunting ground.
Drinking with others in a pub...
But people only need to know that he and Edward are friends. Any assassination against Edward will usher in Roger's merciless revenge.
He may not be the strongest one, he may not be the smartest and cunning one, or he may not even be the most loyal to the Solan royal family. But he is definitely the most dangerous in the eyes of all those who try to kill Edward.
That one.
As long as he still exists, anyone who wants to deal with Edward must think twice before doing so.
Roger left so many legends in the Imperial Capital that it would take seven days and seven nights to tell them all. If he hadn't met Sarah, perhaps he would have already become a legend in the Imperial Capital.
Roger was twenty-four years old when he met Sarah.
Luke didn't know much about Sara. He only knew that she was the most gentle and beautiful woman in the world, as well as the smartest and strongest woman.
When Roger brought Sarah back to Farrington, no one could believe that he would marry a woman outside of Farrington. Moreover, this woman's father was actually a confidant of Prime Minister Donald.
The rigid and traditional Archduke Roland furiously opposed the marriage. For this reason, he even put Roger under house arrest.
However, all the opposition is no match for the love between Roger and Sarah.
They got married. On a day when the demon clan did not come to the city, they stood on the wall of Farrington and left this precious portrait.
Not long after, Roger died in an unprecedented demon attack, and Sarah was already pregnant with Roy at that time.
Grand Duke Roland does not like Sarah.
Even after she married Roger and gave birth to the only heir of the Hanshan family, nothing changed.
He was always cold and cold towards Sarah. If he saw Sarah from a distance, he would either turn around and leave, or take a detour. Even if he wanted to see his grandson, he would ask his servants to stay away.
Sarah, take Roy over.
He was a stone-hearted father. After Roger died in the battle, he never shed a single tear. However, when Sarah withered on the bank of the Frost River in order to divert the pursuers, Archduke Roland sat in the empty Duke's palace.
For three whole days, I looked at the photos of my son and daughter-in-law in my house without eating, drinking or sleeping.
Then……
"Then what?" Roy stared at Luke.
Luke shook his head and remained silent no matter how Roy asked.
It was a history that still made him tremble when he thought about it. Although everything has been covered up. However, the news can be blocked, the bloodstains can be cleaned, and the cracks can be repaired, but how can the mark of memory be erased?
go?
To this day, there must be many people who often wake up from nightmares because of that past event.
However, now is not the time to tell Roy everything.
Luke looked at the young man in front of him, looking at his face that resembled his father Roger and grandfather Roland, and all he felt in his heart was pride.
When those people thought that the Hanshan family had become history, who would have thought that the boy who was poisoned by the poisonous dragon's saliva, whose meridians were destroyed, and even almost died; the boy who lost the protection of his parents and wandered in the wilderness, living a life of
The heir to the Hanshan family, who is worse than a child from the slums, has grown into the outstanding young man in front of him.
In his body, the blood of the Hanshan family flows. This bloodline was not cut off by a hundred years of war between humans and demons, nor by three hundred years of bloody battles. How could it be cut off in the hands of a bunch of slaves and a few young men?
?
In the future, one day, this young man will grow into a man like his grandfather and his father. As majestic as Mount Han in the east of the mainland.
…
Unable to get an answer from Luke, Roy didn't ask any further.
Today, he has gained enough and is satisfied. There will still be a long time in the future, and those who don't know about his father, mother and grandfather can wait for him to slowly find out.
There are too many of their footprints in the history of this empire. As long as you walk along, you will definitely be able to see them.
"So, tell me about you, Uncle Luke," Roy said curiously, "How did you come to Lulian?"
"After your mother passed away, a lot of things happened in Farrington," Luke recalled. "On the one hand, we have to fight against the demons, and on the other hand..."
He looked at Roy, sighed, and said, "We sent many brothers out to find your whereabouts, not just in Lulian, but also in other provinces and cities. Even in the Philippe and Pompeii empires,
We have people."
"Did my grandfather send you here?" Roy asked.
He has always been somewhat resentful of his grandfather's cruelty. In various legends, after the Frost River tragedy happened fifteen years ago, Archduke Farrington Roland's reaction was described as cold and ruthless.
Nothing was done.
He and his Farrington Knights are still fighting against the demons in the Broken Sky Mountains. They are like a machine. Apart from fighting, they no longer have any human emotions.
If he hadn't just learned from Uncle Luke that after his mother was killed and he disappeared, his grandfather didn't eat, drink or sleep for three whole days and nights, Roy wouldn't even ask this question.
Luke was silent for a moment and replied: "Yes and no."
This answer made Roy a little confused.
Looking into his eyes, Luke said, "You will gradually know about your grandfather in the future."
Roy nodded.
Luke continued: "At the beginning, we searched everywhere. We searched everywhere we could go and everyone we could ask. But you seemed to have disappeared from this world, and no one knew your whereabouts.
.”
Roy smiled slightly.
Before he was five years old, Grandpa William and he almost lived in the deep mountains and old forests. In many places, even the most experienced hunters did not dare to set foot easily. Even the Vatican's search was avoided, not to mention these people who were not interested in searching for people.
The incompetent Knight Farrington?
After that, he was either in the lakeside city of elves or the dwarves' underground city. He didn't really return to human society until he was ten years old. Even Luke had been to Borabel before, but it was not at the same time as him.
In a vast sea of people, finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Later, we changed our strategy. Some people entered the Mission Hall, some entered the Chamber of Commerce, and some even entered the Ignorant Hall." Luke said, "We know that it will be difficult for us to find you on our own.
Therefore, we must rely on other forces."
Roy nodded. For the Farrington Knights who have never set foot in the world, this may be the best solution they can think of.
"Unfortunately, we still found nothing." Luke said with a bitter smile.
He was silent for a while and said: "From the day we came out, we swore that if we didn't find you, we would have no shame to go home. Therefore, over the years, finding you and going home has become a dream of all of us.
Two things.”
As he said that, he looked at Roy with relief and said with emotion, "It's been thirteen years. Originally, I had given up any hope, but I didn't expect that you are still alive."
Looking at Luke's kind and relieved eyes, Roy felt moved in his heart.
He knew the Farrington tradition.
In the Farrington Knights, every warrior leaves the arms of his mother from the day of the full moon and is sent to the military camp to be raised intensively. They have received the most arduous training in the ice and snow since childhood. In addition to fighting,
, nothing else.
They are a special group and are incompatible with this world.
For three hundred years, no Farringtonite has been willing to leave the land they hold on to. It is their home. Their lives have been integrated with the high fortress and the Broken Sky Mountains that tower into the sky.
, inseparable.
Therefore, Roy could not imagine how this old man left Farrington Fortress alone and his brothers, in order to find himself, and how he came here and stayed incognito for thirteen long years.
Now he looks like an ordinary old man. His hair is gray and his face is full of wrinkles. His back is hunched and silent. It seems that apart from facing the identification items every day, he
There is no other life.
It's hard for you to imagine what he looked like fighting among the demons back then. It's also hard to imagine that he gave up his passionate and galloping fighting career, buried his glory and sword in the soil, and was willing to find out information about a child.
And how uncomfortable it was to waste thirteen years in the south.
"Now," Roy said, "you can go home."
"Yes," Luke looked into the distance with deep longing in his eyes, "I can go home. Not only me, but also the other brothers who came out together can go home. But..."
He turned his head and said to Roy, "...that will have to wait until the day you return to Farrington."
"go back?"
Roy was silent and didn't speak.
Before he figured out how to face the indifferent grandfather, he never thought about returning to Farrington. Besides, let him give up Tom, give up Alessia, give up his mother, give up all these grievances, and become a
He can't be a killing machine without emotions!
Seemingly knowing what Roy was thinking, Luke patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly: "You can understand some things later. However, whether you want to go back or not, and no matter when you go back, I will obey you.
decision."
He leaned forward slightly and said respectfully: "Before that, I will serve as your butler and follow you around. My young master."