Chapter 145：

Chapter One Shilang Pole Vault [Third more]

The British Isles in the fifth century AD.

The island is in endless turmoil.

At the beginning, the Western Roman Empire located on the mainland continued to have people's uprisings and foreign invasions. The Bhagavad movement in Gaul and the Agniest movement in North Africa shook the regime of the empire.

The turbulent empire caused the decline of the British power under the aegis of the empire. The turmoil on the mainland has also caused this island nation to call in powerful foreign enemies.

In order to survive, the materials and shelter, in short, the alien Saxons who sought land came across the ocean.

Britain is an island nation of countless peoples and kings.

Even though the disputes between the kingdoms continue, because it is necessary to guard against the Picts who are staring in the north, the kings of the various kingdoms work together to attack foreign enemies.

However, there is a king who has made this unity and cooperation relationship break.

In order to unify Britain, the king took advantage of the Saxons who had come across the ocean.

His name is Humble King Fu Tigeng.

Born in Britain, it is rumored to be the incarnation of a white dragon who wanted to destroy Britain!

The Humble King Votigeng attracted the Saxons and destroyed the city of Lundinium, a hub city built when the Western Roman Empire ruled Britain, and defeated the eulogized King Youser Pendela. Tribute, fighting with the Picts, eyeing Britain!

On this day, it rained heavily.

In a forest near the territory of the Leidekuan Kingdom, on a muddy road, a young man fell to the ground covered in blood, panting violently.

He has broken black hair and is wearing a white long sleeve. There are three claw marks on his back, with black, red, black and red blood flowing from the wound along the skin to the muddy road.

"Tick, tick"

A piece of red mud.

The black mud was surging around the wound, as if he wanted to repair it, but the magic power was almost consumed, but it was unable to stimulate the effectiveness of the mud.

It is already a great fortune to be able to kill from [there]. The magic power is consumed cleanly, and it can also be said to be the lightest price.

But, is life going to end here?

No--, he has to go back.

Back to the family.

The meaning of fighting is definitely not to end, but to be able to smile and meet important people again.

This sentence has become one of the young people's beliefs.

So...

Anyone can save my life first!

Footsteps sounded in his ears, and the boy struggled to raise his head.

Blood leaked from the wound on his forehead and dripped into his eyes, but he could still see the shadow walking towards him.

A princess, a princess with long black hair and a soldier, came to him.

"Oh my God! Why is he hurt so badly?...My knights, hurry up and lift him up!" said the princess.

Perceiving the evil of humans and absorbing the evil of humans, the exhausted magic power begins to work, and the mud begins to exert its ability to repair.

——Thanks!

The boy fainted.

Things have to start ten days ago-

...

...

Tuesday, April 5, 1994, 16:00 pm.

In the early spring, the sky turned very fast, and Shirou hadn't practiced pole vaulting for long before the sky became very faint.

Reaching out his hand was about to roll up his sleeves to wipe the sweat on his face, only then he was about to roll up his sleeves. The next moment, Shirou appeared in front of a dozen colorful towels.

"Fujimaru-senpai, please use this one!"

"Fujimaru-san, use this one!"

"Fujimaru, I heard that you like pink, please use my one!"

...

The boys and girls in front of them handed out towels one after another, staring at Shirou with shining eyes.

A cold sweat appeared on the back of Shirou's head, "No...no. Thank you for your kindness, but no more."

"Then Fujimaru-senpai must be thirsty? I have prepared lemonade for you! Please look at me more with your eyes!"

"Me too, Shi Lang! You must be very tired training pole vault for the sports meeting, right? I prepared pinball soda! Be sure to look at me with your eyes and drink it!" It was a big boy who said this.

"Drink mine..."

Twitter, some boys quarreled with girls altogether.

-Help!

There was more cold sweat on the back of Shirou's head.

At this time, the Mediterranean class teacher came and he scolded all the students around him. Then he patted Shilang on the shoulder heavily and said with earnestness: "Shilang, in order for the class to achieve good results in the next week's sports meeting, you worked so hard. Pole vault training. As a class teacher, I am very pleased that you don’t need to write this month’s homework. Come—and look at me more with your eyes.”

The cold sweat on the back of his head is getting more and more, Shirou said: "Um... teacher, I am going home. Later, my mother is coming to see me."

"Well, go home first, go home first. Do you want the teacher to see you off?" asked the Mediterranean class teacher.

"No, no."

Shi Lang picked up his schoolbag and left.

Walking on the road, every passer-by with a sad face passed by Shirou, as if he had been sucked out of bad luck, with a refreshing smile on his face, and he walked with his head straight up.

Perceiving some gazes, staring at him from every corner, Shi Lang guessed with his toes, he knew that it was his group of classmates and the teacher who were watching him.

Because this kind of thing has been going on for almost five months!