~： The third year story 020, Ningxia

The light still did not return, Walnut held the small bread tightly, and the small bread also held Walnut's clothes tightly. The two of them hugged each other, in the darkness, nothing could protect them, could it?

Patter...

A drop of liquid dripped on Walnut's face. She raised her head, and in the darkness, she suddenly saw a very familiar red pupil! If she did before, she might be scared to see this pupil, which symbolizes destruction and death. But at this time, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace of mind in her heart.

"Ah! Short..."

Walnut wanted to stand up, and wanted to thank. Having completely protected her in this darkness, is there anything greater than this? For a while, all the fear in her heart was dispelled, and she even began to imagine how she should introduce this idiot to her father in a while, and then tell everyone that this idiot is the strongest person in the younger generation!

However, before she could finish speaking, the blood-red right eye approached her. Then, the master of the blood pupil took the bun from her arms without hesitation. The next moment, the blood pupil disappeared. Walnut could feel that the boy was leaving the banquet hall at a very fast speed, leaving this place where it is likely to be attacked again.

The idiot walked so fast that Walnut didn't even have time to stop him. Just as the princess reacted and wanted to stand up and call, the lights in the originally dark banquet hall turned on again. The sudden light made Walnut unable to open his eyes.

"Ah----! This...what's going on?!"

"Assassin! There are assassins!"

"Look! The Marquis Solari was killed! Ah! Look at that! Look at Master Dylau Goodsay!"

As the lights turned on, people first screamed. But this scream lasted less than ten seconds, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on the center of the banquet hall. There, Walnut lay covered in blood. In front of her, standing and holding a knight sword in her right hand, Dai Lao, whose sword was stained red with blood. And in front of Dai Lao's feet, there was a tall, strong man whose throat was cut, and blood was even sprayed to the chandelier on the ceiling! Judging from the specially dressed black clothes, it was obvious that he was an assassin.

In an instant, everyone was dumb.

Look at that assassin, he is even more than two meters tall. Compared with him, Dai Lao is really insignificant. But...but! This young genius was able to wipe out the throat of such a powerful enemy with just one sword so accurately in the dark, what an excellent fighting talent and keen fighting intuition this is. !

The crowd on the sidelines couldn't help but swallowed their saliva. Although they had also heard of the strength of this genius, they were often dubious before confirming it with their own eyes. But now, in the entire stag empire, from the princes and nobles to the soldiers and generals, I am afraid that no one can doubt the talent of this young man. This true star of tomorrow has proven his strength in front of everyone with actions!

Dai Lao panted, he just seemed a little indifferent to the big man lying in front of him. Because in the darkness just now, he felt that he hadn't cut anything. But if you didn't cut it, what happened?

After some careful consideration, Dai Lao suddenly realized. Maybe this knight sword is too sharp, so it doesn't feel anything! In that case, his own strength is already so strong? Can you successfully kill the enemy even if you wield the sword instinctively in the dark?

After thinking about this, Dai Lau smiled. He had determined that the tall assassin in front of him had indeed died under his sword. He took out the handkerchief, wiped the blade dry, and returned the sword into its sheath very smartly. Then, he knelt in front of Walnut, showing a pious expression——

"Dear princess, Dai Lao's poor guardianship has shocked you."

At this moment, the smile overflowing from the corner of Dai Lao's mouth was extremely proud.

People began to cheer, and even the death of the nobleman didn't seem to be a big deal. Looking on the throne, the queen of the Bucks Empire was looking at the handsome little knight with a very admiring look. Her two sons also looked at Dai Lao with different eyes.

The heir to the throne, Mudu Frihus, smiled, and a pair of Mimi's eyes forced a small smile. At the age of 30, he looked a little bloated and blessed, and he seemed to be laughing because everyone around him was laughing.

The second prince-Evil Fire·Friesius sneered. Eagle-like eyes stared at Dai Lao below. The twenty-seven-year-old has a strong physique. The royal decorated saber on his waist is different from his brother. It is a real bladed weapon.

The king of the stag empire was sitting behind his two sons, and he was also smiling. However, there seemed to be more deep meaning behind his smile. Compared to the Dai Lao who received many blessings from below, the king's sight was cast to an open door aside. And that door is the place where the idiot just hurriedly left with the little bread...

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Spring is full, but it is extremely short. The longest midsummer of the year in the wind blowing sand city also slowly swallowed the coolness of the city with the arrival of the June sunshine.

This is the third summer that idiots have ushered in this city. Basically, they are accustomed to this hot climate. Compared with the harsh winter of Senag, this place is just another demon who uses the heat to open its teeth. Perhaps the only thing missing from the Nag on the street is the beggars who fell dead because of severe dehydration.

Huh... Huh... Huh...

The idiot wore prisoner's chains on his hands and feet, and he was wearing that heavy black sweater. Around him, the students after class walked past him in groups, smiling, discussing where to eat ice cream, or going to the swimming pool to enjoy the feeling of summer.

Laughter, accompanied by their sparse footsteps. The trees on both sides of the road made the sound of "sand...sand" in the summer breeze. The idiot still held the broom and swept the ground quietly. No matter how the surrounding environment changes, he always seems to be the one who will never change.

After sweeping the floor, the idiot picked up the trash can and the broom, and pulled towards the broken house among the small trees. Ten minutes later, he dragged his body and walked back and appeared in front of the "house".

"……………………"

The idiot raised his head and looked at what he once called the "house". Now, this thing is riddled with holes, the glass windows are broken, the gates are twisted, and the roof is stabbed to pieces. And the culprit of all this is not someone else, it is...

"Wow~~~~~!"

Inside the house, there was the laughter of small bread. The idiot walked in, and inside, the Dulan tree that had long been free from the appearance of a small sapling came into his eyes.

The roots of this tree have dug out the originally flat floor. Not only that, but the branches and leaves protruding from its branches have begun to completely enclose the wooden house. As this tree grows bigger and bigger, idiots often feel whether this small wooden house is also uprooted by it bit by bit. Looking at it today, he was even more sure that the tree was supporting the entire small wooden house with its branches, some of which wanted to carry the length.

A branch hangs from a thick branch in the room, and the end of the branch is a basket woven entirely from the branches of the dulan tree. The basket is suspended, and the bread sits in that basket. Because the basket is high, she can't get out. But every time she shook, the basket would sway from side to side. She gave her a rare entertainment in a small space.

The idiot sighed and shook his head. The moment he stepped into the wooden house, the Dulan tree that had just stretched its leaves suddenly seemed as if a naughty child saw his stern father all of a sudden, all the leaves of the tree shrank. Looking closely, the branches that seemed to have swayed with the sway of the small bread just now began to stretch straight, and they did not dare to move again.

"Ahhh~~~?"

The bun felt a little lighter, she opened her hands to grasp the gap in the basket, used her two small feet together, and climbed up a little bit hard. When she poked out the small half of her head and saw the idiot come back, the girl immediately opened her hands and screamed.

咚~~~~

Loosening his hands, the bun fell back into the bottom of the basket, and the cradle shook in the warm summer wind.

The idiot closed his eyes and shook his head again. After placing the tools, he walked to the stove next to him and started preparing lunch. At least the Dulan tree was somewhat spiritual in this respect, and it didn't dare to grow near the stove.

The aroma of the batter began to echo in the wooden house. Outside the window, Xia Chan, who appeared early, repeated monotonous but significant calls. No matter how terrible and dangerous the outside world is. But at least for now...at least for this lunch, it's still safe and warm...

"Ah~~~~Ah~~~~ Woo~~~"

The bun climbed up from the basket, holding it with both hands towards the side. Just as the idiot turned his back to the Dulan tree, the branches of the tree originally used to form the cradle began to be recycled bit by bit. Soon, the bun poked his head out of the automatically lowered edge and looked outside.

"..................?"

Suddenly, the idiot who was cooking suddenly looked back! At this moment, the rattan that had just been loosened instantly re-woven. Unprepared, the bun was pushed back to the bottom of the basket by the combined rattan. And when the idiot's dark pupils were watching the tree, its branches... gradually trembled...