Chapter 261

Lu Zhengkang took the letter paper and couldn't help taking out a bottle of hot honey wine from his lined pocket and handing it to the messenger. It was too miserable. The man was red with cold and still panting. He was less dressed than a bald dog in cold weather.

The messenger's face was dirty and he said thank you. He took the honey wine and took a big mouthful of it. It was very hot, hot and warm. He felt very comfortable. He shivered suddenly, and his face showed a smile unconsciously. He repeatedly said thank you to Lu Zhengkang for his kindness.

"Do you know who sent this letter to me?" Lu Zhengkang looked at the fire paint on the envelope without any mark. He planned to go back to the rest place of the wolves to see it again.

"It's a young man with a hood, very mysterious."

When Lu Zhengkang heard this, a word came into his mind - the dark brotherhood.

The famous assassin organization in the game, the interesting part of this line is that it can assassinate the emperor.

The story happened more than ten years later. The poor old emperor came to visit the sky to boost the morale of the imperial soldiers, and then he was cut down by the Dark Brotherhood as a rising grindstone.

In fact, there is a lot to be said about this amazing assassination. Lu Zhengkang vaguely remembers that it was the plot of the Imperial Senate that led to the death of the emperor. In fact, it doesn't matter. What impresses him is that the emperor has a lot of backbone and never changes his color in the face of death.

Still, that doesn't matter.

The story of the sky has not yet begun, the civil war has not started, and the dragon has not returned. Now the wind is calm, and it is a good time to recuperate.

Lu Zhengkang once again fell into the confused thoughts of memory. When he recovered, the messenger had already run away.

Unfortunately, I had planned to send him a package of meat to eat on the road.

Jonas sighed, "Nord's blood is really Hardy."

Lu Zhengkang muttered: "I'm more curious about where the mailbox is. What should I do if I want to reply?"

"You can give the letter to the owner of the tavern and hand it in when the messenger comes to receive it."

"Oh! Do you have any more? That's good. "

Lu Zhengkang plans to care about Jonas's studies. "Have you ever thought about what path to take in the future? Destroy, summon, change or magic

Jonas looked blank. "I didn't think about it."

"Is there anything in particular that interests you?"

"All right."

When he heard that it was ok, Lu Zhengkang's heart sank immediately. This word was used to perfunctory his parents

"Did the mages say which department you are particularly talented in?"

"All right."

Lu Zhengkang is calm on the surface, but he is shocked in his heart. I'm afraid he doesn't learn the tone and the line well!

"You put a spell to see."

Jonas nodded and put a small fireball on the berry bush that had just sprouted. With a bang, the poor Bush turned into a fire.

Lu Zhengkang's eyebrows are full of resonance. There's no need to recite incantations. The magic power reserve seems to be sufficient. It's released quickly It's Xueba.

The troll was very satisfied. He nodded and encouraged Jonas. The boy was a little proud. Then he turned his eyes and asked to go to a peaceful place to have a look.

Children can always be rewarded for their good performance. Of course, Lu Zhengkang agreed and led the boy into the pure land again.

The pure land is really big, boundless and small. After all, there is only so much soil in it. The rest are vast ice fields. Except for the green fields, everything is white and there is nothing to look at.

But the charm here lies in the endless space of creation. Jonas can go wild on the ice, set fire to the fireball at will, practice other magic skills, chisel ice to make an ice house, help to farm the land, and hum on the tractor. He has the greatest childlike fun.

Lu Zhengkang sat on the ridge of the field and watched Jonas go wild. He felt lonely and speechless.

Childhood is a good thing, full of possibilities, full of novelty, no boredom, playing fingers can also have a happy day. He had no childhood for a long time, and he had never recalled it. He just saw it again and felt sad.

What about Jonas' future? Who decides?

Lu Zhengkang knows he can't let go, but he doesn't want the rules to restrain the boy's soul.

The reason of adults often can't understand the romance of children.

Lu Zhengkang hopes to be a romantic person.

Over there, Jonas found a bone flute, which was the relic of the old mage killed by Lu Zhengkang. The boy played the flute with a sharp and harsh voice, like a crow crowing in the silence of no one in the night. It was too abrupt, and the boy was startled and delayed for a long time. He turned his head to see Lu Zhengkang's reaction. In the green field at the end of the line of sight, the troll lay on his back and disappeared high There's no trace in the wheat seedlings. Jonas continued to try to play the flute. This time, it was much better.

Playing the flute, the sound is loud and bright, just like birds and the sun suddenly spread in the flute hole, straight up to the sky, and back and forth in the pure cloud space. The sound of the flute is not invisible, but colorful. The birds, petals, night lights and stars all alternate in the ups and downs.Lu Zhengkang was startled by the sound of the flute. He looked at the boy in surprise. He stood on tiptoe and walked cautiously on the high ridge of the field to the ice field. Suddenly, he began to slide. His posture was leisurely and natural. It was like a young deer suddenly turning into a swallow on a quiet lake.

Flute, far away, and close, and sometimes far away, but as if close, and sometimes close, and as if separated from the end of the world.

The poetry of Brighton people turns into a clear stream on the pure land iceberg, which is infinitely clean and comfortable, scattered into the fields and the sky, lighter than the clouds and wetter than the rain.

Lu Zhengkang went to the edge of the field, sat down and watched Jonas slide over after the song.

"Who taught you this tune?"

The boy was stunned, then squinted and laughed, "my mother taught me."

Lu Zhengkang had never seen such a smile, and he could not tell how much spiritual power Jonas had hidden in such a smile.

"That sounds good."

"If you like, I'll always blow it to you."

“…… Good

Troll is still sitting, tall body like a heavy rock, hand can touch the boy's forehead.

"Good..." Lu Zhengkang repeated, gently, low.

……

Back at the wolves' resting place, Lu Zhengkang opened the envelope.

"Dear friends,

" long time no see. I'm writing to tell you a good news. After getting great favor, I'm no longer the sad weak who can't fight back. Now I've started to plan a counterattack, and I've found some effective assistants. I believe I can start revenge soon. Of course, now this matter alone, I dare not deliberately disturb your life, but I still have some doubts to solve from you.

"As for that favor, I found it difficult to restrain an impulse, which forced me to carry out unjust killing. Now I can still control it, but I don't know when the beast in my heart will lose control. Please help me and teach me how to control it.

"As for your living conditions, I will spare my hand to prepare a batch of materials for you in a few months. If it goes well, then you will be able to get them before rigao month. At that time, I will send a messenger to you. You can just go to the old place to get them. "

Signature, a person burning revenge flame in his heart.

Lu Zhengkang nodded and began to write a reply.