Part Two The Human World Chapter Sixty-Three Names
"Aren't you going to Tularion Forest with me?" Luya frowned and looked at Asa, with disappointment and surprise written on her face like a child.
Asa patted her head and said with a wry smile: "I have important urgent matters to rush back to the royal capital. Besides, you have also met Lord Cedros. He is a good friend of your elves. General Gru will definitely be able to
You got there safely."
Luya groaned, looked at the tall, thin, seemingly human man next to her and nodded.
"Are you relieved to leave the Leaf of the World Tree and her in my hands like this?" General Gru looked at Asa and asked calmly. His sculpture-like cold and handsome face always had a vague expression.
majesty.
Asa smiled and said: "I really can't think of a safer bodyguard than you."
Gru said calmly: "Bodyguard? Do you know what is the most important thing about a bodyguard?"
"What is it?"
"It's trust." General Gru's eyes flashed. "This is a magical thing that everyone dreams of. The last time I used it on you, it was a last resort. And our personal relationship seems not to be as good as this. I
First of all, I just asked the Dwarf King to kill two necromancers when he passed by here. I never thought of helping you specifically. Do you believe me so much?"
Asa smiled and said, "If you really want to, try to rob him. It seems that we have nothing to do. And I feel that you will not do it."
"Feeling? Don't you use your brain to judge?" General Gru still looked at him coldly. "Even if I am not interested, maybe Cedros will be, he is a magician. Even if the two of us are not interested,
Interested, such magical magic items may be useful to Oufu. Then even if the two of us are not interested, we have to be interested. Even so, do you still believe me? "
Asa frowned and thought for a while, sighed, looked at General Gru's dark and calm eyes and smiled: "Believe in you. Because I have no other choice but to believe in you."
General Gru didn't speak anymore, but looked at Asa coldly. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, like a pool of solidified ink.
After a long while, the sculpture-like face finally showed some fluctuations. Although it seemed to be a bit mocking, the corners of the slender mouth pulled upwards and the dark eyes narrowed slightly. He took a look from his arms.
He took out a teleportation scroll and handed it to Asa. "This is the scroll of your royal capital's teleportation array. It was originally given to us by your emperor's envoy from Oufu to facilitate our journey. Use this if you are in a hurry."
"This thing comes at a perfect time. I was worried about running out of time, so now I have enough time." Asa took the scroll with great joy.
"Hey, hey." Luya stood behind Asa and pulled his hand. "Look, even this man himself said he couldn't believe it, so why do you still believe him?"
"Haha, trust is purely a feeling. Because I have fought against him, I can feel that he is not that kind of person."
"So you believe in me so much because I almost killed you?" General Gru looked at him, the smile on his face getting a little deeper.
"Yes. Hahahaha..." Asa laughed. He held the teleportation scroll in his hand and looked at the gray sky in the basin. He had not felt so happy for a long time.
In the conference room of Diya Valley, two necromancers supported the breathless Master Aiden. He was found lying in the teleportation magic circle. The entire right arm and half of the shoulder were completely missing, and the ribs on the right side were completely missing.
The next scar was thick and deep.
The light of pure white magic floated on Master Aiden's body. Under the dual effects of two advanced healing white magics, Rebirth from the Fire and Divine Favor, his gray complexion finally regained some strength.
"This is not damage caused by magic, and we can't tell what kind of weapon it is. If this scar moves a little bit further to the left, he will never be able to come back." A necromancer looked carefully at the wounds on Master Aiden's body.
The wound. The bleeding has completely stopped now, and new granulation has even begun to heal on the wound. Apart from the Pope, the only one who can enjoy the treatment of two almost top-notch white magics is Diyagu.
"Is he the only one back?" A necromancer asked coughing. Because of this rare gathering, most of the necromancers had not left Diya Valley after the meeting. If those two members who are good at healing magic
If he leaves, Master Aiden will only die.
"He's the only one. I don't know what's going on with Asri..."
"Aisri is dead." Master Aiden struggled to open his eyes and said dying. "We intercepted the kid in Kalundo together, but he had an assistant who appeared out of nowhere and was behind him.
Killed Asri in a sneak attack..."
"What?" "What kind of person is he?" The necromancers were extremely surprised.
"...I don't know what kind of person he is, I didn't see him." Master Aiden took a lot of effort to say these words. Two of the top magicians in the world, and a member of the Necromancer Guild.
It's a joke to escape with half a life after being killed, but you didn't even see your opponent.
But none of the necromancers laughed. They knew each other's strength very well. The atmosphere in the conference hall was heavier than ever before. This was a group of people who thought they were at the top of the world, but they discovered that someone could actually pinch them like a pinch.
Treat them like dead bugs.
"Where is that guy Inham?" Master Aiden glanced at the colleagues present. "Only he understands that kid. The assistant and the kid have a tacit understanding of each other, and they definitely know each other. Why have you never heard of him? This guy
There are too many things hidden from us." After saying so many words in one breath, Master Aiden took a few breaths.
"He has already gone to kill Ronis." A necromancer said calmly.
"Is he alone?" The excitement almost made Master Aiden faint. Ronis was already a master of white magic and air magic twenty years ago. He is recognized as the number one magician in the church, and there are also former guilds.
Sandro, the acting president, and these two people join forces, I am afraid that all the people here will have to take action to be absolutely sure.
"Of course we also made some church and other preparations for him." The necromancer who supported Master Aiden added a spell to temporarily improve his physical fitness. "Although we don't know exactly how he will do it.
But Inham wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t sure of even if he thought about it.”
"Alas, there have been so many turmoils and changes during this period..." The old necromancer coughed hard, and the laborious look made people think that he was about to cough out his lungs. "I really miss Sandro and Egg.
When Ruinel was still here..." After a while, he adjusted his breathing and said slowly, "Maybe we should elect an acting president..."
Master Aiden's face was extremely ugly, not just because of his injuries. He knew that he probably couldn't be discussed in this position.
Asa ran with long strides, trampling on the soft black soil. He breathed in the air full of charcoal and iron juice. Hearing the sound of knocking and the shouts of the dwarves in the tavern.
He had never felt that this kind of air was so beautiful, and he had never felt that the misty sky above his head was so beautiful. This was the air he had breathed for twenty years, and the sky he had lived under for twenty years.
Under such a sky and in such an air, it seems that no magic fluctuations can occur, and no conspiracy can grow in people's hearts. Everything here is so peaceful.
After running for a long time from the outer reaches of the basin, I finally returned to the poor and dilapidated village, and the familiar scenery finally appeared in front of me.
The steamed bun shop that I frequented is still sandwiched between the grocery store and the armor shop. The two children who were shopping seemed to belong to the miner's family behind the village. They have grown quite a bit now. The one is missing an eye.
The blacksmith's wife was drawing water from the well, and there were still two bricks missing on the edge of the well. I remember that one of them was cut out from a fight with someone when I was ten years old and used as a weapon. When she broke the gangster's head, the brick also rotted.
The carpenter who disliked me still had the big stone at his door, and even the traces left by him often peeing on it when he was a child seemed to be vaguely visible. The door of the girl who always invited me to eat was closed, and the door was closed.
There is still a piece of wood missing...
"I'm back." Asa shouted. The voice echoed under the foggy sky. The villagers looked at this man in surprise. Someone had already recognized him. "Hey, it's that blacksmith's bastard son who actually came back."
Already."
The dozen or so gold coins in his arms were shaking heavily. These were the ones he had specially asked for from General Gru. His father's honest and indifferent face came to mind. It was ordinary. It seemed that the two people, the honest man and the blacksmith, were separated.
Once this concept is clearly expressed, there is nothing left that can leave an impression. But after being outside for so long, I discovered that this extremely ordinary face is the most kind.
I don’t know what my father’s expression would be like when he saw that he had brought back enough money to buy everything in his shop. Would he be excited? But the father in my memory never seemed to have these emotions. Probably he would still be the same as before.
, asked calmly if he had eaten, and then took out the cold porridge or bread that seemed to be always available.
Finally arriving at the end of the village, the familiar house was already in sight. Asa was extremely stunned.
Now this place that I expected to be friendly seemed so unfamiliar. My father's tools, which were placed outside under the straw shed no matter how windy or rainy, were not seen. More than half of the straw shed had collapsed, and the stove was also damaged by the water in the basin.
The damp mist and the moss growing there indicate that it has not been used for a long time. The door is closed, the roof is broken, and the dust everywhere indicates that no one has lived here for a while.
Asa stood stunned in front of the door for a while, then reached out and pushed it open. The door swayed open with a groan.
The furnishings in the room have not changed. The shelves with weapons are still there, but they are empty. The dining table is still in the corner, and the stool that my father repaired after it was broken by me is still placed under the table, familiar and simple.
The furniture was covered in dust.
Behind the village, there is a lonely hut leaning against the hillside. An old woman is sitting in front of the house reading a book. She has long brown hair and a thin face. It can be seen that she must have been a rare beauty when she was young, but her whole body is
She also exuded a temperament that was completely different from other women. While reading, she suddenly looked up and saw Asa running over.
"Are you back?" The old woman closed the book and stood up. "I know you have to ask me if you have anything to say, so come in."
The cabin was still as neat as what Asa remembered when he was a child. Books and souvenirs of adventure travel from various places were also placed in an orderly manner. Asa asked anxiously: "Grandma Al, where is my father going?"
Where is it..."
"He's dead." Grandma Al sat down on the chair and answered softly.
These three words immediately blew up everything in his mind. Asa was stunned.
"Not long after you left, people came to the mine. They said you stole the iron ore in the mine. Your father didn't say anything. He sold all the goods in the family to pay for it, and he had to work in the smelting plant. As a result, he went to work in the smelter.
On the third day, when he was pouring molten steel, he didn't find a dead mouse in the crucible. The mouse exploded immediately when it was scalded by the molten steel. The splashing molten steel burned his eyes blind. Although his life was saved, his life
But he couldn't take care of himself. He relied on the help of people in the village, and his health was getting worse day by day. He finally died of illness two months ago. I went to see him. It was a disease caused by years of overwork and there was no way to cure it."
"How could this happen..." Asa squatted down on the spot and held his head. He felt as if everything was filled inside, but there was nothing at all.
Grandma Al looked at him and sighed. She turned around and took out a ring from the drawer. "This is what your father left for you. I heard he said it was something he put on you when he picked you up."
"What did you say?" Asa could still vaguely hear the earth-shattering weight of these words. "What did you pick?"
"You are not your father's biological child. His wife has passed away a long time ago. You were abandoned at the entrance of the village one night. Your father picked you up." Grandma Al's face and voice were equally calm, but every word
The words made Asa feel dizzy.
His father's grave is not far outside the village. Just like his family, it is an ordinary mound that makes people forget about it. Even the tombstone only has his father's name roughly engraved on it.
Because everyone in the village believed that the son who ran away would never come back.
Asa half-crouched and half-knelt in front of the tomb, touching the tomb with both hands, feeling the cold dead silence of the soil, closing his eyes and not moving. Grandma Al stood behind him and looked at him, and did not speak.
After a long time, Asa finally spoke softly: "I have been yearning for the outside since I was a child, and all my time and energy were spent on how to escape from this hellish place. In the end, I also escaped. But the outside world also made me very confused.
, I don’t know what to do. Looking back now, I realize...why on earth did I leave here..." His voice choked up and he couldn't continue.
Granny Al said softly: "I asked your father why he wanted to help you leave this place. Your father didn't say anything, he just let you do what you want to do. What you are doing now is yours."
What do you want to do?"
"There are many things I don't want to do...but I can't help it...I can't do anything to face the reality..."
"Think about your father. He is an extremely ordinary person. If he forges a knife for you and lets you run out, what will he get? What will happen if you really run out? But he still does it.
Alright." Grandma Aier patted Asa's shoulder gently. "Like your father, do what you want to do."
After a moment of silence, Asa sighed like a groan and said, "I know. I won't let him down, and I will do what I want to do well." He took out the ring and put it on his left hand.
This ring seemed to be just an ordinary jade, but Asa knew from the fluctuations emanating from it that it should be an extremely rare magic item.
"Your father said your name was engraved on that ring. But I don't think so."
Asa looked carefully. There were several faint patterns engraved on the smooth ring, and the engravings were very light. But Asa saw that this was not actually his name. He had seen this kind of symbol before, and it was not common to the empire.
It was written in the ancient language that only high-level magicians were proficient in. This kind of thing fell into the eyes of my father, who was not very illiterate, and he naturally recognized it as other characters with similar shapes.
The origin of his name turned out to be such a misunderstanding.
"Look carefully, maybe you can find out your real parents and your real name from here."
"No need." Asa turned his finger and scratched the smooth surface of the ring on the tombstone. The faint scratches on it were immediately smoothed out by the friction with the stone. "My father is here. I