Circle Warlock

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"Aite--"

"Father." Little Aite braved his courage and looked up at his father.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry with you in the morning." City Wood Battalion Commander Atwood crouched in front of his son, helping him organize his leather armor and straps over and over again, trying to hide his dismay.

"Father, I haven't practiced well enough ..."

"No, you are doing very well! Believe me, son, no one in your peer group is better than you. I am proud of you." Atwood said with a red eyes. "It's just ... Dad and Mom are going to do something and can't take care of you for the time being. We'll take you to Wudong City first, and stay with your teacher for a while. Practise sword skills, we'll pick you up when we're done. Tell me , Can you take care of yourself? "

"Of course, I am an adult! What about my mother ... where is my mother? Can't I say goodbye to her?" Little Aiteqiang asked with tears, after all, a child under ten years old.

"She's looking at you upstairs, boy, she loves you too much and doesn't dare to come down to give you away." Atwood finally kissed his son's cheek and looked at the illuminated teleportation array, bringing the child and luggage together Push the teleport forward. "Go, Ait, remember, we are proud of you ..."

"me too!"

...

Little Aite disappeared in the white light that he transmitted, and Atwood squatted there for a few minutes before getting up and walking slowly upstairs.

When he pushed open the door, his wife was changing clothes in the room-approving a priest's white robe on the body without the silk, and then casually tying it with a simple strap, even if it was finished.

Sexy body and holy white robe constitute a very tempting picture. However, there was no **** in Atwood's eyes, only uncovered hatred.

"Don't look at me like this, it's her choice." The woman said without looking back, "Your wife is my most loyal pastor, possessed by me, her only joy in her heart."

She turned around, the middle-aged woman's face with a kind of divine radiance that was very disproportionate to her body. The incarnation of the goddess hung a nail-head hammer on the already loose belt, and the tight clothes became even more unable to wrap around her chest.

"Follow me now, to see what your children are doing ... And, do n’t worry about Atwood Jr. ’s safety, he has my lucky blessing on him, and the danger will stay away from him."

"... Then you'd better give yourself a luck, if the lady finds you into the ring, you will never use a second knife to kill you!" Atwood said bitterly.

Tamora's heart was uncomfortable. The attitude of people around the city who took God so seriously was really exciting to God! She was so famous for her elegance that she couldn't help replying with threats, "I know, but your wife is with me, so it's all up to you next."

"Forever! Forever! Don't threaten me with this thing!" Atwood stopped and turned her head to look at her coldly, her eyes piercing the shell! "Otherwise I will let you understand why it is so simple to commit suicide in the city! Do you really think that if a lady wants to kill God ... will only kill one avatar?"

"I ..." Temora was speechless.

...

Atwood, who was far away in the future, suddenly awakened, a little cold at the corners of his eyes.

He seemed to dream about the farewell to his father when he was a child ... the scene at that moment.

*****

Forgotten Bar-now the name is still "Betrayal Bar".

The boss is a legendary mage with gloomy temperament. The two are like a wonderful combination, but unexpectedly constitute a safe and drinkable place around the city. Those who have a story are always attracted to this name, come here silently, order a bitter and unpleasant cinder, and then leave silently.

Over time, many people have stayed and become regulars here.

People who come here are nothing but betrayal and betrayal.

Once something is wrong, there will be nowhere else in the world, even around the city, except here. Just like Phil Dabas, the famous traitor around the city-as a member of the Dabas race, he betrayed the lady-is a frequent visitor here. He would also sit in the corner and drink, no one cared about it.

When everyone has a story to tell, there is really nothing to tell.

"Ding--"

The bell at the door was ringing.

Augustine, who wiped the glass behind the bar, looked up and looked at the door. An elderly elf with translucent silver-white hair pushed the door in.

"It's closed now, five o'clock in the afternoon, please open the door early." Augustine lowered his head and continued to wipe the wine glass, and said indifferently, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Am I an old customer? It's no exception?" The old elf ignored Augustine's refusal and came to the bar to sit down.

The old elf's robe is sewed from six different colors of top velvet, inlaid with a dozen magic gems, which looks dazzling and luxurious; although the robe on Augustine's body behind the counter is also velvet, but The color is pure black, the style is rustic, and there are no decorations on it.

The two elves are located on both sides of the bar, and a lamp hangs between them, forming a wonderful picture.

"What would you like to drink?" Augustine first broke the silence.

Even if the old Olympics will come to the city and fall into a lich, it is also this character. There is a very inclusive heart hidden under the cold appearance. Just like Atwood and other great gods, Penny, and 40-level Dade, etc., the old Olympics would rather grieve themselves than customers, especially patience.

"Cinder wine."

"I remember you never ordered this?"

"Because it was the last time ... maybe the last time." Said the old elf, and the two fell silent again.

But when the wine came up, the old elf looked a little regretful. The elf's keen vision can clearly see the coal particles floating in the wine, and the burnt smell has been torturing his nose-the original cinder wine is not an adjective, this is cinder, wine!

"How is this wine brewed! Why do so many people like to drink it?" The old elf couldn't help vomiting.

"It's just ordinary malt wine. After making it, walking in the pipes of the big forging plant will become cinder wine. The wine can clean the pipes and make wine by the way. It's a double benefit." Augustine poured himself a glass , "Why do many people like it? Because it is difficult to swallow."

"Just because it's hard to swallow?"

"Just because it's hard to swallow."

It ’s the same taste when you ca n’t drink wine and go back to your home.

Augustine raised his glass and gestured, sipping lightly. He drank slowly, as if to taste the bitter, bitter taste.

The old elf also picked up the glass and licked it, almost vomiting. He vomited for a long time before relaxing, pushing away the remaining half of the glass. "Damn, whose foot wash is this! I've seen many people order this for the first time, but I haven't been able to stand this taste for so long!"

"Because you don't belong here, it's nice to go back to the forest." Augustine said lightly.

"... Do you know my identity? Know that I'm here to hunt you down?" The old elf asked in surprise.

"I knew it from the first day you came to the bar." Augustine said quietly. "You may not know me as an unknown pawn, but I can't recognize the most talented person in the Green Leaf family. You are My idol, Jing Anqiluo. "

He raised his toast and swallowed it.

"In fact, in our world, you are also a well-known genius, Neofi, the flame of fire ..." said Master Anqiluo.

"That man is dead. There is only Augustine here." Old Ou interrupted, pouring himself another glass of cinder. "Suddenly anxious to go back, is there something wrong with your hometown? Then let me do it when I finish drinking this glass of wine."

Augustine closed his eyes and slowly tasted the last glass of cinder.

After escaping for too long, I no longer want to escape.

"It's so delicious?" Looking at Augustine's all-flavored look, the old elf An Qiluo took back the glass of wine and gently sipped it a bit. This time it seemed to taste some flavor, and he didn't put it down again.

The bar returned to silence.

The wine in the glass bottomed out early, and the decadent old Olympics behind the bar, waiting for their feet to stand sour, couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you still do it?"

"What to do? What to do? I'm here to drink today." The old elf showed a funny expression. "In fact, it is impossible to do it ... I don't know how big the world is if I don't come to the city. I won't know us until I come to the city." How small is the world and how difficult is it to make a legend!

It takes hundreds of years of talent to gather on a person to create a legend. Who will give us the talent to kill you for hundreds of years? "

"But I almost destroyed a quarter of the elven kingdom."

"... this is magic." Can we not build a nuclear bomb because of the risk? Magic is the most powerful weapon that people in this world can find.

After all, tolerance comes from inner fear.

If the hometown of the two is an isolated world that is not connected to any world, then the world needs only one guardian standing at the peak of the world. Master An Qiluo can live for thousands of years and is not in a hurry to train his successor. When Master An Qiluo stood at the top of his own world, he also suppressed this and expelled it so well that no one in politics was allowed to be second.

At this time, Augustine was carrying the original sin.

But wait for Master An Qiluo to go out and find out that it is not the case at all-the gods are walking outside, the legend is not as good as a dog! The strength is scary! My hometown was not invaded, only because it was "no value" ...

Master An Qiluo felt Alexander in an instant! I feel that my home is very empty, and I wish I could help those who were suppressed in the past to help myself share the pressure.

Just like a human on earth, I was complacent just to study exoskeleton mechs, and occasionally found the kind of panic and powerlessness that a group of bigwigs were wandering a light year away in a star destroyer.

"That's what I want to say, you think about it." Master An Qiluo finally drank the cinder in the cup and stood up.

"I have to do something recently. If I can come back, my hometown will still be guarded by me. If I can't come back ... I hope you can go home and take care of her instead of me. That's why I came to see you today."