My summons are weird

On the way to the communication circle, Lu Yu finally found an opportunity to approach Sera.

"Why pinch my puppet!" He tried to lower his voice and asked through gritted teeth.

After being discovered, Sierra behaved quite freely, with a stalk on her neck, and said nonchalantly: "Pinching Lulu's face is not good, it looks weird, so I thought about pinching some others to practice hands first. Think about it carefully, I don't feel sorry for your face being pinched in a mess in the territory."

The moment the quilt was lifted, Lu Yu could see it very clearly.

"Don't try to lie to me, that face is very restored!"

"Yeah, I stayed because of restoration." Sera said with a smile, "I can't beat you, do you have any objection to beating a puppet?"

"Oh, by the way, the puppet is stronger than you, and it can't be broken no matter what, hehe."

The grinning Sera smiled and said words that made Lu Yu break out in cold sweat.

It seems that every time I have close contact with Lulu, there will be a poor puppet suffering from anger...

Beside the huge communication circle built next to the castle, Mi Lai nodded to the approaching Lulu, and sent the owl magic messenger resting on the back of his hand.

"Just in case, I took the messenger out of the territory to listen. The people looking for you are two gold-level adventurers. They claim to have been entrusted by Shalem to send a squirrelman to live in the territory."

"This group of people said that we didn't go to the vicinity of the Broken Gold City as agreed, because we didn't dare to go deep into the mountains, so we could only take the Squirrelman to stay in the city temporarily."

After hearing Mi Lai's words, Lulu was very confused.

"Agreement? What agreement?"

The dazed Lulu triggered the messenger, and what she heard was consistent with what Mi Lai said.

She picked up the statue, but didn't realize that Shalem had sent her a message.

Serra checked the statue and found no error in the magic circle.

And Lu Yu, who has always been cautious, is already thinking about whether there is fraud in it. Now Chenxi Ling no longer has information channels in the regions of the four major countries, and basic information must be obtained through Broken Gold City, which is inefficient.

Sensitive, he was even thinking about whether Shalem had been in an accident, and if so, did Royer also...

"Send a message to Shalem, first confirm the authenticity."

Because it takes time to transmit and respond to the information, Lu Yu sent someone to Suijin City quietly, and found the person who sent the magic messenger according to the address in the message.

A man and a woman, a squirrel man, no abnormalities were found in the day-long observation.

Just when Lu Yu was thinking about whether to try to make contact, Lulu's tentacle statue sent a wave of magic power.

"Sorry, it's the first time I use it. It seems that the message has not been sent. The incident happened suddenly. I hope you can help take care of the little mud for a while. After I find Royer..."

The voice stopped abruptly. It is not known whether Xia Leimu triggered something by mistake or encountered something and had to cut it off.

Although he still had doubts, Lu Yu still brought Little Niba back to Chen Xi's collar.

When a basket of white bread appeared in front of Little Niba, she swallowed, but immediately suppressed the naked desire after her eyes touched Lu Yu and the others.

Seeing that Little Niba remained silent, standing or sitting obediently like a puppet, Lu Yu passed the bread over.

"Let's eat."

There was another long silence, and the little muddy who was surrounded by everyone said in a low voice, timidly: "It's too expensive..."

"No money, just eat whatever you want."

Little Niba's eyes were still full of fear, even though the bread was close at hand, even though the corners of her mouth were overflowing with saliva, she still lowered her head humblely, as if every time she met Lu Yu's eyes was a torment.

At the critical moment, it has to be Sigrid.

With experience as a slave, she went out to find a nun in black who had just cleaned the pasture with dirty clothes, and threw white bread to her.

After bowing to everyone in the room, she smiled and stuffed the fluffy and soft white bread into her mouth, and began to chew intoxicated.

Little Mud swallowed her saliva, and when she raised her head again, she looked at Sigrid and asked tentatively, "My lord... can I really eat it..."

"absolutely okay."

The mist demon brought a water basin, intending to wash his dusty little hands for the little mud. The poor squirrel man jumped up flattered as soon as his hand was touched. With bread in her mouth, she dared not let the delicious food Landed on the ground, but this made her unable to speak, so she had to shake her head desperately.

"You look a little messy, and the fog demon can't bear to look at it anymore... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I said you'll be fine after eating, and I'll ask you some questions when you're full."

Little Mud, who finally relaxed, nodded desperately.

Lulu and Sera on the side sighed.

They couldn't tell from the behavior of the little mud. She was exactly the same as those slaves who were oppressed to the point of engraving their fear of superiority in their bones. Even if she was treated a little bit more equally, it would make them uneasy.

The little mud is very edible. She gobbled up half of a bamboo basket of bread. It is hard to imagine that this body, which is smaller than Lulu, can hold so much food. If Lulu can eat half of the little mud , Lu Yu could jump up happily.

Maybe it was because she was idle and had nothing to do, so the fog demon carefully combed the little mud and big chunks of hair that were sticking together. When she was full, she had changed, at least she could be seen as a girl.

In Little Niba's narration, Lu Yu learned the details of the regicide incident in Civita. When he mentioned that his parents died in the nobleman's winter hunting, Little Niba paused and his voice was softer, but very Quickly squeezed out an ugly smile and continued to talk.

Lulu clenched her fists when she heard that, almost for a moment, she thought of her parents, if the nobles of Solon at that time could have been kinder, maybe the result would have been different.

Little Mud has never learned rhetoric, and her narrative is full of the simplicity and directness of a documentary literature. With tears in her eyes, she said that when Royer broke into Ireland at night and killed Martina with a knife, she was so depressed. The crowd seemed to have seen Royna's decisive knife that left no way out.

Sierra was thoughtful, and Lu Yu and Lulu smiled at each other after realizing that Royer had cut off their retreat—maybe they would join the Chenxi leader soon.

Little Muddy was entrusted by Shalem to two familiar gold-level adventurers, and then followed Royer's trail and left. Little Muddy didn't know anything about their whereabouts.

The thirsty little mud took the wooden cup handed over by the fog demon, and took a sip of water.

Calculated according to the time of killing the king, Lu Yu frowned: "Almost forty days have passed, and now the whole Solon is probably looking for Royer. Where can he go?"

The Solon Empire did not release any relevant information to prove that he has not been caught yet. If a sixth-rank warrior has already escaped from Solon's territory, it shouldn't take so long to reach the Dawn Territory.

Lulu rubbed Little Mud's head: "It's okay, since Xia Leimu entrusted you to us, then Dawn Leader is your home. Mi Lai, arrange a black-clothed nun who likes children to take her to familiarize herself with the environment After asking what she is good at, let her integrate into everyone as soon as possible."

Mi Lai nodded in agreement, and left with the timid little muddy hand.

Lu Yu took out the statue, thought for a moment, and sent a message.

"Royer, we're closing soon."

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The sky was leaden gray, and the humid air was accompanied by the salty sea breeze, constantly hitting Royer's face. The roaring waves hit the reef and quickly turned into a series of white foam, and the sound of the tide rushed into his ears like thunder. , seems to pull him out of the mixed emotions.

The pattering raindrops are the outpost of the squalling rain. The torrential rain rushing like cavalry has been repeatedly brewing above the sky. Suddenly, there is a thunderous explosion, and the blue-purple arc jumps and flickers, splitting a gap in the extremely gloomy sky. , but more blacks quickly rushed from all directions, swallowing up the fleeting lightning.

Raindrops trickled down Royer's hand holding the knife slantedly, and the blade drew a straight wet water line, and a series of water droplets dripped from the tip of the knife—most of the time, Royer's knife would only bleed.

Royer's eyes were fixed on the tall snow monster not far away.

The snow monster held the heavy knight's spear in exactly the same posture. This heavy weapon, which was supposed to pierce through the enemy's formation when the cavalry charged, was useless in the hands of the snow monster. Straight as a pine and cypress, under the mask he revealed two deep and indifferent eyeballs, his gaze was cold.

"Son of the Fedina family, you let me down."

The thick male voice of the snow monster was full of anger and indisputability.

Accompanied by the thunder in the distance, he suddenly raised his voice, and his voice was hoarse with anger: "You already know everything, the truth shrouded in the fog of time writes the cruelest facts, the lies that stand on the top of Mount Solon Forged the maggots that constantly breed on the earth, they gnawed on the flesh and blood of the humble, and reproduced with a foul smell."

Royer was speechless, his hand holding the knife tightened a little.

"The wishes of heroes are misinterpreted, and when comforted souls are defiled, the defilers put on the mask of hypocrisy and step aloft on countless shining wrecks. They are the most disgusting ghouls, with their shining Feed on the light, feed on the brave and fearless soul, and feed on the beautiful prayers from the heart of each kind person!"

"In the end, the scavenging he became another giant owl." The Yeti shouted, "Melias!"

The tip of the knife trembled, and the steady flow of rainwater leaked out.

"enough."

"Enough?" The snow monster laughed loudly, "Sharp facts always make people with fantasies raise their heads and look directly at the distortions that exist naked on this land. Child, you should recall those misty eyes Now, the excessive pity for those who suffer in this land makes you lose the basic ability to assess the situation."

The snow monster turned the gun head, and the thunder and lightning across the sky shone brightly, making the silver gun shine.

"I can bring you here. Stopping it is not something you can choose. Roy Fedina, I am making a statement, not asking for opinions. In this era, no one is worthy of my consultation."

"Has a long lifespan made you so arrogant?"

Royer's gaze was like a knife, carefully watching the snow monster's silver armor woven with dragon scales, looking for an angle where he could use the knife.

"A long life does not give me wisdom different from ordinary people. All I have is more memories." The snow monster tapped his head with his fingers, "For fools whose eyes are fascinated by fictional history, I am relatively Be educated, because of the history you speak of...I was there."

"Divic covered up the truth, gained the throne, made up lies, and suppressed the six pillars...I have been witnessing." The snow monster sneered, "The six pillars have fallen, and the thief has ruled the country for five hundred years, but this kind of truth needs me to come Tell... am I not being arrogant?"

Royer trembled all over, anger, unwillingness, resentment, sadness, all kinds of feelings came to his heart at the same time, his knife was no longer stable.

When he saw the rubbings of the inscription left by the snow monster, he was disdainful, thinking that it was a clumsy creation.

However, after using the relics of the ancestors to compare the handwriting on the inscription, Royer collapsed after he saw the skeleton of the dragon that had the inscription embedded in the flesh and was magically engraved into history on the tailbone.

In this five-hundred-year-old inscription, the six pillars make it clear that Solon should be a country where all races are equal.

And Divic's ancestors revised history, making Solon a privileged place for humans and the six races.

They used to sit together and imagine the new order after the war.

They wrote the inscription with the giant dragon fighting side by side with joy, freedom and openness.

There is a large amount of blank space on the stele, enough for the leaders of various ethnic groups to write their names.

The prayer for the unestablished country is expressed in every word. Royer seems to have seen the picture of the ancestors sitting by the bonfire, drinking happily, and singing... They already know that it is difficult for them to see the rising of the new country. They will flow All the beauty in the body is extracted into these short lines.

In their imagination, it should be an utopia where no one will be oppressed because of their racial identity and all races live in harmony.

In this country, all races will be as close together and embrace each other as they are in the presence of impregnated spirits.

The nameless dragon is the only survivor of this tragic war. The filth soaked in it made him unable to think normally, and the torment of hallucinations and dreams turned him into a "mad dragon".

The long and long time made him begin to forget everything he had fought side by side with those six people in the past, and that beautiful idea began to wear away.

He was afraid of forgetting, and even more afraid of the wear and tear of the inscription, so he melted everything into flesh and blood.

In the end, he forgot everything, and being far away from Meera, he only remembered that he once had a hometown. Although his body still remembered how to return, his thoughts were only chaotic.

Perhaps it was because of missing his hometown, and because the inscription that melted into the flesh and blood awakened some memories with pain, the nameless dragon returned to Mera, where he had no place to live.

He died in pain, his body decayed, the dragon's skeleton stood up, weeds were overgrown, and the ruins covered everything.

At the last moment of his life, he carved everything into his tailbone, nourishing it with surging magic power.

Maybe he has long forgotten why he did this, but a wave suddenly appeared in the depths of his memory, making him realize that some things should not be completely buried with his death.

That was the light that was cast from the clouds and mist and shone on the land before the kingdom named Solon was born.

Even if it only exists in the ideas of a few people, it makes him feel unprecedentedly warm.