Son of the Olden Days

After all, this two-person adventure did not come to an end.

As soon as Shuggs left so halfway, Thor naturally lost the interest in going down, and even his heart was filled with inexplicable disgust for this cold place.

As for what's in it? The Holy Grail? Crown? Pure gold scepter? What's the point?

Sol alone walked through the narrow passage, followed the sloping corridor full of bat **** back to the ground, back into the vast darkness.

Breathing the cold wind that still had the breath of winter, Saul trembled involuntarily, and he couldn't even tell whether the trembling was because of the cold of the body or the cold of the heart.

Sol never looked back this way, but in fact, most of his attention was behind him. He really hoped that Shuggs would suddenly catch up with him from behind, and appear quietly to startle him, just like before.

Then Shuggs, with a cynical look on his face, smiled carelessly, slapped his shoulder and said, look at your down-and-out look. Before my thieves' name became famous in the mainland, die? is it possible?

But not, until Thor left the mausoleum, this scene did not appear.

It will never appear again.

The many hallucinations that I have wove in my heart are really just hallucinations.

Ever since Cowell left, Saul has always felt that Shuggs has been living too hard and wandering sadly like an embarrassed old dog all day long, and now he realizes that he is another one.

Staggering, taking the same path as some old people, Sol can't remember how long he walked in the wilderness.

"Stab~chaa~" Something seemed to be walking through the grass and approaching itself quickly.

Sol stopped, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yes, I can still fight, and I should fight. After I tear something up or kill something, maybe I can feel better inside.

Bend his hand and touched the long sword behind him, and the blade drew a sad semicircle behind him with an explosive sound of breaking through the air.

"Hey! You scared me. Is this the popular way to say hello nowadays?" A strange skull floating in the air chattering with a sharp voice.

"Xugs!?"

Saul looked at it hopefully, shaking so much that his voice was hoarse. As long as Shuggs is still there, what does it matter even if he becomes a skeleton?

"Shugs? What shugs? Your woman? Or your new pet?" The floating skull was a little puzzled.

"Who are you?" Saul's eyes were cold for a moment, locking on the skull.

"Who am I? Uh... let me think about it, I seem to be... Timo? By the way, you can call me Timo, or Lord Timo. Oh, I like people calling me like that, this It will make me feel that I have a good identity." Skull thought for a while to answer.

"Get out! Before I kill you." After the words were spoken, Saul suddenly realized that this sentence seemed meaningless, because the skull was floating there with its head, obviously not alive.

"Haha! Friends, don't be so indifferent. I saw you walking in the passage the first time I flew out of the dead pile. I think this is fate, so I chased all the way from the tomb here to express my happiness." Skull Head The mood at the moment is obviously very active.

Dead pile? In the mausoleum?

"Are you the owner of the mausoleum?" Sol asked.

"Master? Maybe, but maybe it was buried, or some unlucky guy who robbed the tomb, who knows? Anyway, I want to thank you. I think you woke me up."

"Wake you up?... Hehe, I don't have time to do that kind of boring thing."

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I know this is just another way of expressing tenderness for you as a man."

"You can talk?" Thor suddenly realized the weirdness of this skull.

"Talking? What is talking? If I'm happy, I will sing! La la la ~ la la ~ we howl, we sing, we drink, we slap the table." The skull head said to the back and sang to himself. Up.

"I know a tavern owner in town. He likes to collect all kinds of bone wine glasses. I want to know if you can chatter like you do now when you are made into wine glasses and placed on the counter." Sol squinted. Gaze at it.

"Calm down my friend, you can't speak well like this. I can feel that you are in a very bad state now. Did the wild dog take your underwear away? Or did your woman leave you? Or betrayed. What?" Skeleton Timo spoke quickly.

Feeling Thor's surging murderous aura, Timo quickly raised his height and flew into the sky.

After a while.

"Hey! Friends, let go of that stone. Why can't you just have a good chat? What about trust between people? I admit that I have spoken a little bit because I haven't spoken for too long, but it doesn't matter, you will get along for a long time I know, I'm actually a person who doesn't talk much."

The thrown stones were swiftly avoided by Timo, and in the end Thor also lost his interest in entanglement with a skull.

In the dark wilderness, Thor walked silently, and Timo flew a little higher, chattering.

"My best brother, who just died, is in that tomb." As he walked, Saul said suddenly for no reason.

Timothy the skull finally stopped chattering along the way and fell silent.

"...Hey, don't take such small things into your mind, life always moves forward. What does it matter if your brother is dead? I think he died well and in time. So in the future, I will be your new one. Brother."

After a while, Timo began to speak again, and Thor also bent over to pick up the rocks again.

"Really, believe me, nothing in this world can kill me, and time can't. I will always be with you, even if you become like me one day, I will still be here with you."

"Come on~ my dear brother, we howl, we sing, we drink, we pat over the table, la la la~"

"Oh, by the way, how can two poor bachelors have no women? What's the point of living like that? Don't look at me like this. There are more women who want me before. How? Is there any good introduction? ?"

"We can care about them together, look at them, tear off their clothes with our eyes, and...oh, then it's your turn to take action, and I will cheer for you on the sidelines."

Timo was talking excitedly all the way, and Thor felt that his hands were sore, and the surrounding stones had been picked up.

Just stop and go, and finally returned to his tomb-keeper's hut.

The moment Thor was about to close the door, Timothy the skull squeezed into the crack of the door quickly.

"This place you live in is really...oh, very special." Timo commented.

Behind him, Saul grinned and closed the door tightly, rushing forward and holding Timo, holding the skull in his arms.

"That's how you treat your brother? Is it fun to play some dirty tricks that are unprepared?" Timo struggled in Thor's arms.

Oh, this guy is very strong and sleek, and Sol doesn't feel like he can hold it very well. And more than that, this guy seems to be very hard, and will fly out some weird curves like a fly.

The two fought in the hut, occasionally there would be the sound of someone drawing a sword and hacking, and occasionally there would be a "boom" sound of a head-like hard object hitting the wall.

In a blink of an eye, the tables and chairs crooked, a mess.

Finally Saul straightened his chair and sat down.

"Drinking?" Sol asked Timo, who was squeezed in the corner of the roof, and suddenly realized that it was nonsense.

So Saul pulled out the stopper of the wine pouch and filled the jar himself, filling himself with a gas.

"Hey! It's the right thing to find someone to drink and find me, don't you have a cup? You just treat guests like this?" Timo flew to the table.

Sol looked at it, then raised his hand to fill a jug in front of Timo.

The skull bit the edge of the wine tank, and the whole head tilted back at an angle, and then the drink disappeared.

The strange thing is that the drink did not leak from the skull, so where did it go?

"Are you... a spatial head?" Sol asked hesitantly.

"Damn it, don't nickname anyone and call me Lord Timothy."

So one person and one skeleton drank at the table.

"No, the first time I woke up, I talked too much and tried too hard. I have to go back to the mausoleum to sleep. I think I will sleep for a long time. Put your hand out." Timo said.

Saul stretched out his hand hesitantly, and then Timo leaned closer to his palm.

After a while, Saul raised his hand with a look of disgust and threw something into the corner.

"Damn, you treat a part of my body like that?" Timo cursed, flew to the corner and picked up one of his teeth on the table.

"You keep it first. This is a good thing. Trust me, you won't regret owning it." After speaking, Timo flew to the door of the cottage, bit the handle and pulled the door open, and walked away.

Well, this head would open the door by itself, and Thor looked at him drunkly, then smashed himself into the bed and fell asleep.

For the next period of time, Saul spent a few days drowning himself in grief.

He didn't eat anything, didn't think about anything, so he lay on the bed with his arms folded and looked at the roof silently, as quiet as a corpse.

A few days later, Sol finally got up and did something.

He quietly returned to the mausoleum in the unknown night, went down to the bottom of the valley with a rope, and carried the cold body of Shuggs back.

Then, in Sol's cemetery, four tombstones side by side appeared.

One belonged to Cowell, the other belonged to his mentor during the famine period, and the nameless old man.

Two newly erected tombstones, one of Precia's, said on it.

"Here is a goddess resting in peace. She once walked on earth."

"I have the honor to witness her beauty and kindness, suffering and fall. I hope that my thoughts and sorrows can follow her, and accompany her to dream with the wind and rest sweetly."

The other is Shuggs's, right next to Cowell, and it also has content on it.

"My brother is sleeping here, Shuggs Drake."

"A person who really cares about me and cares about me."

"He selfishly went to another world at the age of fifteen."

"This wretched and crazy thief, selfish, lustful, and treacherous little tramp, I miss him."

These texts do not introduce the life, strictly speaking, they are not like the inscription on the tombstone, but more like a eulogy.

But Saul didn't care. He was a person who didn't even believe in death itself. He did this only to prevent him from coming back if he was still alive a few years later, but he couldn't find where to bury them.

Of the four tombs, only the sleeping residents of Kouvel and Shuggs, the other two are empty, but what does it matter? Saul has buried them in his heart.

Sol once said to Shuggs.

"No one in this world will truly die, and nothing will truly disappear, as long as we remember him."

But, if one day, even we die?

Saul shoveled the soil blankly, then shoveled the soil one by one.

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