Son of the Olden Days

The firewood in the fireplace made a'crackling' burning and cracking sound, and the sparks disappeared with the wind.

On the soft and comfortable recliner, Setin Gerald, the three-seat elder of the Dark Council, silently opened his eyes, and then pulled the blanket on his body to increase his baking area. Although the cold winter has disappeared, spring and February are still warm and cold.

Old Setin was actually not too old, and he was not yet at the age of chills. He was only in his fifties. He was very energetic and wrinkled.

A hairless black hair has a small braid behind his head. His actual age may be older than the surface. It is just that people who study magic all the year round have longer life boundaries than ordinary people, and their appearance is affected by time. It is also relatively slow.

The old Setin had a pretty good dream just now. In the dream, he seemed to have gone back decades and participated in an adventure for the first time.

The harvest seemed good, it seemed that a brown bear was hunted, and everyone in the team was a little happy. So everyone sat around the fire and drank warm ale to celebrate. Strictly speaking, as a mage, you shouldn’t drink, but Setine was drunk.

I wanted to be more active in my dreams, but it was a pity that I woke up involuntarily. It was like this when I was old, and even wanting to have a good dream became a luxury. But it was a good time when I was young, wanton, passionate, wild, and I didn't live enough every day.

As for the later... it seems that there is not much worth talking to others. Just like waking up now and looking at the red fireplace, Old Settin will always be in a moment of trance and strangeness, and then slowly remember, oh, it turns out that he is already one of the three leaders of the Dark Council.

This may seem like a great achievement, but Old Setin knew it was not. He once imagined that he would make a name for himself in the mainland, become the greatest mage, and let the world mention his surnames with admiration, and he also imagined that he would lead mankind back to the Illuminati.

When I was young, I always thought a lot and felt omnipotent. There is nothing wrong with this, but we young people don't understand. Behind every seemingly simple world event, it may be necessary to go through the dimension of time, to overcome obstacles, and to bite the iron before reaching the shore.

Since it was impossible to do so for a while, many fantasies were slowly shelved, and they were gradually buried in the depths of the years.

When time has passed your life, when you suddenly remembered in a dark night, you realized that there are some things that you will never have the chance to do.

It is said that the older people are, the easier it is to turn their heads back. That is the favorite thing for every elderly person to do. Old Setin didn't believe it before, but as time passed, he finally realized that he was no different from the other old things.

"Hiss~" There was a faint sound of friction between the door and the carpet, and a faint boredom flashed in the eyes of the old Settin. He thought that the old housekeeper had sent something urgent to deal with in the middle of the night. But not, it was his daughter Sinel who came in.

"Father." Sinel gently moved the chair and sat down beside the fireplace, as if she wanted to have a father-daughter dialogue.

"You are here." Old Setin opened the blanket and felt a little hot.

The father and daughter both prepared a posture for an in-depth discussion, but in the end they were speechless and silent.

Old Setin knew why his daughter came to visit late at night. It was nothing but news that the nightmare-like kid had not died yet and had begun to be active on the mainland again. It is said that he went to Allantis three days ago to do a nasty thing, and the news arrived this afternoon.

Since the funeral of the three sixth-order mages failed to send the kid away, Old Setin didn't have much energy left to entangle him.

"Forget it, hatred shouldn't be the whole life." Old Setin couldn't bear it, but in the end he said something to his daughter.

Speaking of it, this daughter's talent is better than her, and she has the strength of a seventh-order illusionist at the age of less than twenty. Although it was piled up by the resources of the family, being able to cross the gate of promotion time and time again was a manifestation of strength.

Back then, she was also known for having the title of "The Flower of the Empire" in the entire southern border. Later, after marriage, she devoted herself to life with peace of mind.

Helpless life is always unsatisfactory. She had a child, Nadal, at the age of fifteen, and she was happily ever after. Unfortunately, at the age of 22, the war of the Empire took the life of his lover, and then the 14-year-old Nadal was sent to the gods by Sol.

From then on, she began to lose her mind, and there seemed to be nothing left in her life. The old Setin loves his daughter very much. Even if his life suddenly becomes so empty, he may not be much stronger than his daughter.

"..." Listening to his father's persuasion, Sinel, who was a little haggard, lowered her head slightly and was silent.

Although Nadal is her child, it is hard to say how much love he really is. When he was a child, he might have been a heart-wrenching one, but as the child gradually grows up, with his own knowledge, he gradually becomes an aristocratic dude who is annoying around him.

With a rich and tall family background, there is no need to struggle to lead a prosperous life. Without the care of his father, there may be many reasons for the fall of a child. She has spent countless efforts in the education of her children, but unfortunately she did not get the desired results.

Later, she even did not hesitate to stand up to the image of a strict mother, cut off him from mixing with other clan wastes, and often hit other people's homes several times because of the child's affairs. Others look at her as a widow, plus they are afraid of her family background, and they don't bother to care about it.

In short, in the end, all the club education and confinement education have been tried, but they still failed to get Nadal back on track. But no matter how unbearable he was, it would be his own child after all, and he couldn't just die unexplainably because of the flesh that fell from his body.

Maintaining hatred is an extremely exhausting task, and she doesn't know why she should live in the future other than this.

"Stupid daughter, marry again while young, there is still time for such things as family." Seeing that Sinel's expression seemed to be more rational, Setin hurriedly gave comfort. No one can live on hatred alone, and even if they can, that kind of life is too tormenting.

Old Settin was not exaggerating, and Sinel was just over thirty. With her appearance and family background, even with the status of a widow, it is still easy for Odrensa to start a family. The difficult thing is whether Sinel herself is willing to accept a new life.

"...Okay, father." Sinel replied in a low voice, but what she thought in her heart was the bad words that Thor said at the prom at the time.

"Who is this old **** who crawled out of the grave? Stay away from me, the smell of the old man on you is on me." These words are not vicious, but at the time Thor cursed himself and he was crazy. Who will care about the tone if you are desperate.

This kind of scolding is how it hurts, even if Sinel is only two or three years older than him, Saul will still scold like this.

"Although it's not a good world now..., let's not talk about it. Next Tuesday, there will be a dance party at Elder Xi's house. Go and relax."

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In the meeting room of the Allantis Military and Political Office, the three Marshals of the Liberty Alliance held hands and were somewhat silent.

The expression of Shivank sitting at the table has been a little ups and downs, no way, Saul came and left, but the things he did are still fermenting influence. Shivank's own marshal status will not be shaken, but some negative rumors are still unstoppable.

At this moment, the top marshal Eisenbar, Delena with a bandage around his arm and waist, and blond Shifank sitting around the table are discussing the follow-up of the matter. For example, whether to retaliate with more severe means, or to hide the beaten face silently.

Shivank must have grievances in his heart. This might have been a personal grievance, but now it has involved two of his colleagues, and Delena is also injured. To talk about a more violent method, Sifank could only think of Tu Renjia.

But he really didn't dare to do that. Saul said very clearly, you are free, but you don't have to complain when I do it. After all, even if Thor loses only a few women, and his own big family loses more than a few lives.

Once the family is in turmoil, he will lose the strong support behind him. It is possible to say that the position of the marshal is not guaranteed. Of course, that process will not happen instantaneously, but will be imperceptible. Allantis has never lacked a successor in the struggle for power.

It is obviously not cost-effective to hit stones with gems. The key is now that the situation is tense, and food is the problem Allantis is focusing on.

"Forget it." In the end, Delena, who was injured because of this, summarized the discussion. Eisenbar and Shifank were relieved at the same time, saying that they were really afraid of Sol. Throughout the past, that guy is just a mad dog with no bottom line.

Don't ask, ask is to die together.

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It was another day when Barrell or Shirken opened his eyes, feeling full of vitality.

He returned to the City of Liberty and lurked a few months ago, and then began to inquire about Thor's information heart and soul.

Although there was no news of Thor's return on the surface, Shielken felt that he had seen it. Through the long-term lurking at the gate of the old lord's mansion, during that time Shielken found a suspicious black robe figure in and out, and Shielken suspected that it was Thor.

Then Shielken draped far behind, watching the black robe and the Holy See's saint Aresa entering the Soul Slayers Association, and then the two sisters and brothers of the Soul Slayers Association followed Sol and Elei. Behind Sha, they disappeared somewhere in the wilderness together.

It really disappears, and you don't see that kind out of thin air. Shielken had heard about the creatures, and if ordinary dead spirits could beat them by themselves, the creatures would forget it. After being itchy for a long time in the distance, Shielken returned to the city and prepared enough water.

Originally planned to be lurking near the creatures for a long time, but unfortunately a group of people came back that day or suddenly appeared. From the sneaky and mysterious acting style of the black robe, Shielken finally confirmed his guess, and Saul really came back, which made him extremely excited.

My life has finally returned to normal.

Then Shielken quickly learned what was happening on this continent through his own intelligence channels from the feet of the craven he was raising. It turned out that Thor had gone to Arlantis, and Shirken smiled happily, as if he had done the big things that were circulated.

Even yesterday, Shielken mixed with the onlookers with great interest, admiring the demeanor of the Scarlet Cross against the polluters.

When it came time to take the medicine once a week, Shialken got up and stretched out, taking the medicine down like honey tea. Then he took his beloved notepad and went out with enthusiasm to follow Saul's trail.

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