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Looking at his son who was trying to cheer him up, Wilde was a little disinterested for a while for some reason.

After reaching out and scratching the back of his head, he sighed in distress, then took out an ugly rice bowl and held it in his hand.

The shape of the rice bowl is a little old, with a narrow bottom, a big belly, and a slightly closed mouth.

It's been five hundred years since that day...

Reaching out his rough fingers and gently rubbing the ancient and clumsy patterns on the rice bowl, a deep nostalgia appeared on the face of the bearded man.

When I was young, I tried to touch those scumbags of the church, but not only did I miss out, but I also signed up with the Shadow Church and the Church of Knowledge. When it appeared, it would provoke bishop-level powerhouses and even the Pope of Knowledge. Chase and kill yourself.

I originally thought that in this life, I was afraid that my father's wish would never be fulfilled.

Unexpectedly, the bloodline left over ten years ago is actually a rare genius! He grew up to be a Tier 4 professional before he was twenty years old. Including the bloodline of myself and my child, it is not bad compared to the average fifth-order.

When he and his child couldn't make a move, he actually entered the Church of Shadows and snatched the crucial [Bone of White Night]!

Child, thanks to you!

Thinking of this, the emotional bearded man couldn't help but burst into tears and patted Hans on the shoulder moved.

Wilde was going to talk to him about how lucky he was to have such a good son. By the way, he recalled his five hundred years of hard work, and then talked about the complicated mental process behind the struggle.

However, after seeing Hans's wise eyes, he gave up this plan very rationally,

Forget it, it's not important to talk about it, it's more important to hurry up and get things done.

Although he was about to fulfill his long-cherished wish but no one held it, it was a little uncomfortable, but the bearded man could no longer care about it. He saw his hands trembling in his hands as he held up the rice bowl, excitedly turned to the auspicious city built along the Great Wall, raised his arms and pushed hard. splash.

However nothing happened.

Whether it is the white-haired wind that can make people stiff on the north side of the Great Wall, or the hustle and bustle of people in Jiri City, nothing has changed, and it is still exactly the same as before.

However, when Wilde was holding the rice bowl, his muscles were bulging, and it seemed that there was indeed something extremely heavy in it, and it was being dumped continuously.

Hans, who was standing on the side, looked at it for a long time inexplicably, but still couldn't understand what his old father was doing.

After scratching his head habitually, he couldn't help reaching out and poked the sweaty Wilde curiously.

"Father, what are you doing... eh?"

I don't know when it started, the voices in Jiri City gradually weakened, and even the wind and snow on the north side of the Great Wall became quiet a lot.

As the northernmost city in Flange, the average temperature in Jiri City is extremely low, so the buildings are mostly small windows with thick walls, and the roofs are very sloping. The house colors prefer neutral colors of black, white and gray.

Therefore, although the name is very festive, the buildings in the auspicious city look very solemn, more solemn and grand, but slightly lacking in vitality and vitality.

However, it was just because the color was monotonous, and it seemed that there was not enough vitality, but now the auspicious city has disappeared even that little vitality.

The yellow streets were the first to cast a shadow, and then the evergreen cedar trees by the roadside began to slowly fade, and clusters of dark green hard needles were gradually turning gray.

The same is true for the buildings on both sides of the street. The outer support columns of black wood and the walls of white clay are not bad, but those with too many impurities during firing are especially obvious.

Those splendid colors have faded, and the whole piece of window glass has almost completely turned into a thick ink color.

As if being licked by some kind of beast that feeds on color, all the colors in Jiri City except black, white and gray are gradually fading and disappearing.

And more than that. Centered on the father and son standing on the Great Wall in the north, all the colors inside and outside the city were slowly reversed, and the pitch-black Great Wall gradually became lighter until it turned into a large area of ​​dazzling white.

The snowflakes falling from the sky became deeper and darker, and finally even became pitch black as ink. When they fell on the clothes of the two of them, they would slowly melt away, forming small ink dots one after another.

"This...what's the matter?"

Shocked by this strange and beautiful sight, Hans quickly grabbed the pheasant that had become crystal clear and white, and looked directly under the tower.

Next to the stone stairs to the building is a small camp for the guards who change shifts to rest.

Because the location of the camp was stuck in the narrow part of the aisle of the city wall, when they climbed the tower, they naturally couldn't avoid these patrolling posts, so they had to take action to knock out all the people inside.

But now, the stunned guards are gone, replaced by unknown creatures with vague shapes. Although they look vaguely humanoid, their size is more than three points.

The back is slightly arched, the hands and feet are turned into hooves, and there are argali-like forward-spinning horns on both sides of the head. Except that the body is composed of shadows instead of lava, it looks different from the man-eating sheep-headed demon in fairy tales. as if.

He seemed to have sensed Hans' horrified gaze. Those sheep-headed demons composed of shadows looked up at him in unison. Dozens of pairs of evil eyes with white holes on a black background opened and closed neatly. His scalp was slightly numb.

"Huh...why are there so many! I'm tired of riding a horse..."

"Awakened" by a tired grumble behind him, Hans hurriedly turned around and grabbed Wilde's arm, dragged him to the wall and pointed down.

"It seems that something has happened! Look down!"

"what?"

The bearded man who was pulled over was startled, and quickly imitated Hans's appearance, grabbed the pheasant and looked at the camp below.

After squinting for a while ~www.novelmt.com~ he scratched the back of his head in confusion, then turned his head and said doubtfully:

"Is there nothing wrong? Isn't this normal?"

"..."

Seeing Wilde's bewildered expression, the bearded cousin was also confused, and then anxiously grabbed his arm with one hand and pointed to the strange creature in the camp that was staring up at them.

"Take a good look! Those people suddenly disappeared! There are black sheep-headed monsters below!"

"What kind of monster is not a monster? Why is your child's speech so ugly!"

After raising his hand and slapped Hans on the back of the head, Wilde squinted at the strange sheep-headed creature below, and grinned cheerfully:

"They are not monsters, but the future hope of our Elon family!"

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