The small tile-roofed house that Famas visited is located in a secluded corner of Tianheng Mountain. It is rarely visited on weekdays, and its roof is covered with a steep rock wall.
Unless you look for it specially, it is extremely difficult to find this simple residence even if the knights and heroes who ride the wind and clouds occasionally pass by.
Although Ningguang used the power of the Heart of the Rock God to save the Tianheng Mountain Range from falling, the shock that had occurred could not be undone. The houses that were already damaged in the battle with Dadalia were severely damaged, and it was no longer possible to see the original
look like.
Only when the sun sets and the sky is filled with sunset glow does this tile dwelling hidden among the hills and bamboo forests reveal its dilapidated beauty.
The mountains shrouded in white clouds are dotted with sparse charcoal trees. The red light of the evening glow dyes the wheat fields in the distance red, like a drunken drinker, with a drunken crimson on his cheeks.
As the setting sun was about to fall into the horizon, a slightly weathered middle-aged man with red hair led a child in the uniform of a firefly warlock, limping out of the secret passage in the mountain stream, and arrived at Vikas' newly established village.
In front of the grave.
"Uncle Marcus, is that man telling the truth?"
Little Thunder Fire Warlock tightly grasped the fighter he called Marcus, and stared at the gun mound in front of him in despair.
The bronze-skinned man raised his hand to cover the wounds caused by the last battle with Dadalia. He was silent for a while, and then slowly answered the little girl's doubts.
"Your Excellency Harpas is still as clear-headed as ever, as if the wear and tear has never taken effect on him."
"Everything he said is true, Shabu."
"Vikas Arjuna is your grandfather. Your surname is Shenaitsvna, and you are not from Winter. You have the blood of the Arjuna family and the Kamrya royal family."
Marcus came to Vikas's grave, picked up the photo and the ring finger left by the boy on the top of the tomb stone, and pointed to the woman wearing a Mond style scarf in the old photo to the little Thunder Fire Warlock.
"Shabu...she is your mother and my wife, [Tail of Innocence] Divda Arjuna."
As time goes by, Marcus has grown white hair on his temples, and he no longer looks as arrogant as he did in the photos.
Despite this, as the third-ranked winner of the War Ancient Kingdom Martial Arts Conference, Marcus was very convinced that the former Vulcan who had just left had discovered them, but he had no intention of exposing them.
"When the disaster curse comes, your mother and I have to entrust you to the care of Zhidong's friends..."
The middle-aged man told these old stories with guilt, but he was not as violent as when he was fighting with Dadalia.
"When everything settled, I tried to contact that friend, but he had already moved away from the original address."
"Later, when I went to Winter Kingdom to look for you, I found out that he had changed his name and now works for the Queen of Snow Country."
The man was like a dying lion on the grassland. He knelt down in front of the little girl and gently touched her head: "I am indeed your father... Shabu, I am very happy that despite the twists and turns, you are still healthy."
Grow up."
It's just that Little Thunder Fire Warlock didn't rush into his arms as Marcus expected. Instead, he gritted his teeth and knocked the man's hand off, complaining with tears.
"Then why..."
"When I was wandering on the streets of Solstice, when I was sent to Hearth House, when I was on a dangerous mission... you didn't show up!"
Shabu's evasive movement also accidentally lifted the dark purple hood on her head, revealing the childish dragon horns similar to Vikas hidden in the light green hair.
"I'm sorry..."
Marcus moved his lips, as if he wanted to comfort the other person, but the words that came to his lips turned into a pale apology.
In front of his daughter, the middle-aged man took off his shirt, revealing a strong body that only belongs to a fighter.
However, that strong chest was covered with ugly scars as deep as the starry sky. The dirty dark blue scars spread along the left arm to the right shoulder, stopping at the neck.
"Before Munata was destroyed, I sent you and your mother away, and fled to the territory of Kanria alone."
"But the gods in the sky cursed all the Munata people who tried to resist, and I was not spared."
Marcus, who was telling the story of the past, knelt solemnly and lonely in the mud, the clothes tied around his waist swinging in the wind, and his tall and strong body seemed particularly small at this time.
"Fortunately, the divine authority assigned to the people by Mr. Harpas worked, and the experimental potion provided by the alchemists of Canria allowed me to keep my sanity and human appearance."
"If you mother and daughter had not left at that time, you might have ended up like me."
"I wanted to wait until you grow up to tell you these things..."
Marcus put on the tight clothes again to cover the horrific scars on his body, then took out the silver wrench in his pocket and handed it to the bewildered little Thunder Fire Warlock.
The moment the ring finger touched the girl's palm, the carved patterns on it glowed with a warm white light as if the lead had faded, and the unclear patterns reappeared in their true form.
On the ring is a simple pattern of a young man holding a sword cutting off the head of a demon.
"This is the scene when Lord Arjuna, Lord Singh, ended the road rights war. It was also the first time that humans completed the feat of killing the devil."
"As long as the ring is still shining, it means that your mother has not returned to the embrace of the flame."
Marcus spoke sincerely, but the scars on his body looked very old, as if he had not participated in the struggle for a long time.
All kinds of evidence can prove that he is indeed Shabu's biological father, and not the wealthy businessmen in the Winter Kingdom who pretend to adopt orphans but actually have ulterior motives.
But after learning the truth, Shabu just collapsed on the ground as if relieved, holding the small fog lamp with flames dancing in his arms, and cried loudly.
"Why do you want me to give it to others..."
"Why didn't you show up earlier..."
The cold winter in the North has long days and short nights, and the outdoor temperature can freeze people to death. As an orphan, the first word Shabu remembered was the word "fireplace" in the solstice language. Her childhood life was also composed of farm work, bullying and the smell of rust in the cold water.
The aunt who was responsible for taking care of the children would always make up some horror stories to scare them: "Poor little Peter Yinrich! After two gulps of fire water, he didn't know who he was. He went out without his bearskin hat, and his ears were covered with tears."
It was so frozen that it fell off my head when the wind blew!"
This story left a big psychological shadow on Shabu when she was a child. Every time she went out in the winter, she would carefully tuck her hat in. The first thing she did when entering the house was to check whether her ears were still there. p>
At that time, every child was praying that the severe cold and frost would not leave him disabled. Fortunately, Master Arecino discovered the identity of the Sabu dragon descendant and allowed her to become a reserve soldier for the Fools in advance.
Marcus lowered his head guiltily and took Shabu into his arms.
At this time, the father and daughter finally hugged each other tightly.
Until the moon and stars are thinning, insects in the Tianheng Mountains begin to chirp, flags on the gun mounds flutter, and the evening wind blows from the harbor past the pier being rebuilt and breaks into the corner of this wilderness.
Marcus used the broken wooden beams of the house to light a bonfire, and the sizzling hare was roasting on the fire. The two of them sat cuddled together by the broken beams and talked about their respective experiences over the years. p>
The Heart of God left behind by Famas has already been put away by Marcus, and he plans to take it back to Nata after finding his wife Divoda.
Although Munata has long ceased to exist in name only, and Vikas’s soul has turned into dust and dispersed, the burning desire will not disappear: