The Dean Has Arrived

Let us first move our eyes from the Tuyekou Plateau to the evergreen forest of Keboer on the border of the Ecrakit Principality in the Eastern Plain.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy carried a girl who looked slightly younger than him on his back, pushed aside the still lush branches and leaves of trees in the cold winter, stumbled and struggled forward.

The boy was dressed like an ordinary hunter, with a purple machete pinned to his waist.

It's just that it's the end of the new year, and hunters at this time will no longer venture into the jungle where there may be dangerous creatures wandering - the danger of hungry monsters in cold winter due to lack of food is much higher than in summer.

The girl was wearing a thin linen gown, her shoes had long since disappeared, and her little feet were purple from the cold. She wears a cotton forehead protector on her forehead, and there is an eye pattern embroidered with gold and silver thread directly in front of the forehead protector.

If you get close, you can smell a strong smell of blood from the girl.

"Jon... that's enough, let me down..."

Suddenly, the girl's voice sounded in the boy's ears like a candle in the wind.

"Don't worry, Aisha. As long as you go through this forest to reach that kind of big city, you will definitely be saved!"

Obviously his strength was about to run out, but the boy still gritted his teeth, regardless of his blistered feet, and stubbornly moved forward.

"I...in my heart...very clear...I am... hopeless."

The girl's voice was very calm and weak, but in the boy's ears, it sounded like a thunderbolt, making his body tremble.

Not long ago, the girl used her own slender body. Blocked a cursed rune arrow for him.

Although he quickly tried to do emergency treatment on the girl's wound, the curse on the arrow still devoured the girl's life, making her wound unable to heal at all.

Up to now, even the boy's back was already wet with blood.

"Don't give up, Aisha! Can't you see the future! Your future must still continue!" The boy shouted regardless of the possibility that his voice might attract pursuers, giving him the experience he grew up with. My childhood sweetheart encouraged me.

"I'm sorry, Jon... it took a long time to get out of there... From now on... you may be left alone..."

The girl's voice gradually weakened.

"Damn, hate, hate! Sure enough, that uncle is right! Soul tools and the like... can only bring misfortune to people!"

The boy's words were already nasal: "Wen Na also left us because of her soul tool, and now even you..."

"Jon... I can't say anything..." The girl's voice suddenly increased a little: "It is because of the soul tool... that we can escape from that slave owner..."

"Your sister...Wen Na too...she believed until she died...a soul tool is a power that can bring people happiness..."

Desperately squeezing out what little life she had left, the girl wanted to convey her feelings to the boy: "I too... the few days I ran away with you... were the happiest days of my life..."

The boy named Jon was stunned and felt something cold fall into his collar.

Presumably it should be the tears of a girl.

"Don't resent this world...don't resent the soul tool...you have to be with Wen Na and me...live well..."

The unconscious legs finally stumbled over the air roots of the trees exposed above the ground. The boy and girl fell to the ground together.

"I can't. I can't even imagine a world without you."

The boy struggled to get up from the ground. Regardless of his ashen face, he sat beside the girl, tears streaming down his face.

"Ahem..." The girl's face turned even paler due to the impact of falling to the ground. She coughed for a while. Desperately squeezed out the last smile: "Jon... Let me tell you a secret..."

"What?" The boy held the girl's hand that was gradually turning cold. Sniffed.

"Actually... in order not to be found by those guys... Wen Na's soul tool... was swallowed by me..." She wanted to do as usual. She showed a mischievous smile at the boy, but her tear-stained face made her unable to even do such a thing, and she stretched out her hand with all her might. He took off the forehead guard from his head and put it in the boy's hands: "After I die... cut my stomach open... take that out from inside... you will have a total of three soul tools... ...will definitely be able to become a...hero whom...everyone admires."

"A-what are you kidding!" the boy roared, "Stop talking stupid! How could I do such a thing!"

"Becoming a hero...isn't it your dream?" The girl's eyelids began to droop uncontrollably: "Use the power of the soul tool...to save more people...after becoming the number one hero in the world...you can also... Tell others...you used to have...the best childhood sweetheart...the best...lover..."

"I don't want any past! Didn't you promise to stay with me all the time!"

The boy couldn't bear it any longer, and hugged the girl's body in tears: "Don't go, I beg you!"

"Sorry... I... can't see... my future..."

At this moment, white, cold snowflakes began to fall slowly from the sky.

It seemed that even God was weeping for the girl.

—Edge of the Evergreen Grove at Copol—

"It's so cold." A soldier wearing the leather armor of the Ecragit Princess Army held his spear in his arms, brushed off the snow that had accumulated on his shoulder armor, and rubbed his hands in leather gloves. He breathed out at them, probably wanting to warm his hands, but unfortunately it had no effect at all: "I said, just looking for a few slaves, does it take such a big battle? Even us, the most The cold scale insect army of the strong army has all been pulled out. I really froze to death."

"I heard that the fugitives this time had incredible treasures on them. They were obviously just a few untouchables, but they even killed a high-level monster that Master Basha spent a lot of money training to guard the slaves."

The other soldier beside him, who was spying on the bushes, shrugged and replied casually

"No way? Isn't Master Basha the well-known rich man in the whole country? I remember that there was a gossip saying that he bought a monster with a crusade level above level 20? A mere slave without magic talent ..."

The complaining soldier gasped in astonishment.

"Who says it's not." Probably because he felt a little tired from work, another soldier paused for a while leaning on his spear, pulled off the iron mask and wiped his sweat: "Even those big men in the Qiyao Mage Tower The master was alarmed, and of course His Excellency the Duke couldn't sit still."

After speaking, he continued the work at hand while waiting for his companion to answer.

But after waiting for a while, he still didn't hear a response, so he turned his head to see if that companion was fishing and being lazy again, but he was startled by the scene in front of him.

The soldier who complained just now was split in half from the middle, blood and internal organs splashed all over the ground, and he died like that before he even had time to scream.

The one next to the corpse was the fifteen-year-old boy on the wanted warrant.

At this moment, the other party was holding a purple machete in his right hand, a forehead guard with eye patterns tied on his forehead, and a red thing in his left hand. The soldier noticed that the boy's hand holding the object was covered with a black solid that looked like blood coagulated.

Swallowing his saliva with horror, the soldier immediately followed what he had learned in military training, rolled into the bushes, and then hid behind a tree thick enough for two people to hug, intending to use that as a cover while attacking the surroundings. S.O.S.

However, in the next moment, he found that he, together with the tree, was cut in half by the opponent with a machete from his waist!

How is it possible...the other party is just an ordinary person...such a ridiculous thing...

"Your future ends here."

At the end of his life, what the soldier heard was the boy's cold voice. (To be continued..)