King’s Kingdom

"You are also a guide?" Frode's eyes widened, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief.

In his impression, the guides are only a very, very rare group of people. They have been active on the continent since more than 4,200 years ago, using knowledge and language to teach and guide the kings of mankind.

Even the Eight Holy Kings have been taught by their guides. In addition to educating human beings, they also undertake the responsibility of bridging the contradictions between human races and allowing all human beings to unite against foreign enemies.

However, since the end of the war of the Eight Holy Kings against the dark creatures, the guide has gradually faded out of the public eye, and no longer connects these human races that have been torn apart due to various contradictions.

In his past eighteen years of experience, he has never seen any guide except his adoptive father.

Combined with the small number of people in this group and the environment that gradually loses its usefulness, Frode Knitting feels that it is not surprising that there is only one guide left in this world.

"Yes, do you feel strange? Or do you still have the fantasy of your youth and feel that you are the only remaining guide who needs to shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world?" Jarante shrugged and said.

"Don't be stupid. Although I haven't seen a few guides like you, they still exist. They should have started running around at this time and fulfilling their mission, right?" The corners of his mouth were slightly raised in reminiscence, as if he had thought of something beautiful.

Frode is a very keen young man, he almost instantly captured the key point in Jarante's words: "You? You are also a guide, is there a difference between us?"

"Oh, what a sensitive boy!" Gerante said helplessly: "You remind me of Biambo, who is also a shrewd old man. I remember that the last time I met him was sixty years ago..."

"Sixty years ago? How long have you been alive? Also, how did you know Biambo?" Frode's jaw was about to drop. Unbelievable in one wash.

"My lifespan is very long, didn't your leader give you anything?" Jarante said, and found Frode's doubts: "You don't have anything to do with Biambo? You Heard this name?"

"He's my father!" Frode said in a low voice with pursed lips.

"Oh...but you're nothing like him..."

"It's the adoptive father!"

"That's it, he... Forget it, I'm very sorry..." The Gerante man was so mature, looking at Frode's expression, he probably knew what might have happened to his old friend.

Frode shook his head, his long black hair trembled slightly, like a willow in the spring breeze, and his dark blue pupils were like the sea with a hint of sadness: "My father never said this, before I was eighteen years old. Just forcing me to learn some knowledge, until we were inexplicably hunted down a year ago, my father told me about the guide..."

"Stop talking about this. According to you, you should be a daoist, right? The protector of the guide?"

Only then did Jarante squeeze out a sigh of relief, patted Frode on the shoulder and said, "Smart boy, your father is a very good person and a person with a great sense of justice, this is really a loss to the whole world. !"

"Do you know who the people who are chasing you are?" Jarante frowned. In the long hair test, he had already learned that his anger and anger were invisible. The cruelty and terror of the Silver Hound would only be experienced by the enemy.

"I don't know, they don't have any features, I don't know their looks, their dialects, how they do it perfectly..." Frode's expression was even darker. He didn't even know who the enemy was. Of course, there was no way to talk about revenge.

"Good boy...it's not your fault..." Gerante touched Frode's neck and said, "Continue reading to learn the knowledge of the guide, this noble wisdom that belongs to you, I am just you moving forward. Defenders of the road, it's time for this sparse group to reclaim the glory of thousands of years of money.

"But...but what should I do? I'm very..." Flood looked into Jarante's eyes and held up the lyre in his hand. Obviously, the profession of bard is not for a guide.

"Confused?" Gerante sighed and said, "Seriously, this is the first time I have seen Confused from the town of the guide. Every one of your predecessors I have met has great ambitions and compassion. They all have very clear goals and work tirelessly for their goals.”

"You know, the Taoist can only rely on the two swords in his hand. I'm afraid I can't be your mentor..."

Seeing Frode's increasingly frustrated expression, Gerante hurriedly said: "Okay, I can't be a mentor, but I can at least discuss it with you. Although it may not be useful, there is always someone to discuss. ,Is not it?"

"Okay, like those seniors, I will rescue with compassion and take on the responsibility of being a guide!"

Frode said firmly, and then asked embarrassedly: "Then what should I do next? I mean, how did the former guides work? What should I do first? We don't need our guides..."

Gerante looked at Frode's face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and fell into contemplation again.

"Guide, if it's really like what I said, and there are many more, it won't come to look for such a young child!"

Gerante's heart is full of sorrow, the number of guides has never been large, and due to the influence of qualifications and other factors, the number of this group at its peak did not exceed fifty people, which is extremely rare.

To this day, all the guides known to Gerante have all died. In the short span of twenty years, all four guides have died in various accidents, just like Mr. Biambo.

"Mr. Jarante?" Frode called tentatively.

"What?" Jarante came to his senses.

"I mean, there seems to be no need for a guide now..."

"Of course not! You've lived in the city for too long, and you can't see the darkness in the countryside, only the darkness of your savings. Even in the corners of the city, the evil and rotten things have begun to wake up and are making waves!" Gerante's eyes were serious. said.

"Then, we should eliminate these secretly evil monsters and wicked people?" Frode's brows climbed with a look of excitement that could not be concealed.

The young man has never been able to resist such things as punishing the traitor and eliminating the evil, even if his body is not strong and his swordsmanship is not superb.

"What do you think, the guide's duty is to raise the vigilance of the kings to prevent the human race from falling into danger. These kings have more power than us, and they are the legitimate rulers and patrons of the people!"

"What you have to do is to bring those who have conflicts back to peace, and those who are suspicious of each other back to trust, so maybe..." Jarante's pupils lost focus again.

"Shadow... Mighty black cloud... Mighty evil, he woke up!"