(The first time I wrote a testimonial in a non-"Kikube"...... Last year's day - June 21 - was the day when "The Dead" was first released, that is to say, "The Dead" ushered in the first anniversary of its serialization today! Thank you for accompanying me and accompanying the book "The Dead" to this day, thank you from the bottom of my heart! ）

(To celebrate the first anniversary of the serial, I held a prize voting activity in the book review area, for more information, please move to the book review area~)

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When the elegant Lancelot is pulling the "light silk strings......

Astant, the capital, Scott's House.

"It's fine." Examining Scott's right arm, Jonny casually applied a [Holy Healing] to it. In the light, the charred tissues of the arms slowly bloomed, revealing new, tender flesh. "Next, you may have to fight Lancelot."

"It doesn't matter. How can he, a blind man, beat me, especially after I have the 'proof of trial'? Like a child trying out a new toy, Scott Thornmas made his right hand grasp repeatedly, and the charred dead skin fell off.

Last time, when Scott was intercepting the Dusk Empire's ambassadors, the Bone Tyrant summoned a dragon to fight. Although the dragon was eventually wounded, the troops were reduced by more than eighty percent, and Scott's right arm was almost crippled by the dragon's breath. But it was also a blessing in disguise, and the hero's powerful vitality and willpower defeated the remnants of the dragon's breath and sealed it in the arm, forming a magic pattern "proof of trial". Because the dragon is a fire attribute, every time Scott draws the bow with his right arm, the arrows he shoots will be accompanied by a rich fire element and dragon might, further pushing [Absolute Sound] to the peak; Moreover, the strength of his right wrist is greatly increased, and he can grasp a crossbow arrow fired within five steps, and can also hold a rock the size of an apple.

"It's best if he doesn't come to me, and if he comes to me, I'll discard his hands without discrimination." The marshal looked into the distance from the window, his eyes like a bow and his gaze like an arrow. "Don't meddle, it's between me and him."

Jonny's eyelids were still drooping, uninterested in the subject: "I'm just coming back looking for the Cloudy Singer. Complete the mission assigned by the cardinal, and I will go to the Empire of Dusk. Like you, I have goals that no one else can touch. ”

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Bigbow, capital, in the warehouse of a bakery.

There were sacks of wheat and oats, and countless extinction ravens. The room was filled with aroma, but the birds did not care about the food, only raised their heads, opened their mouths, and made a sound that was difficult for mortals to hear.

"Oh, don't be in a hurry, take your time one by one, or the contemptible won't be able to hear it." Oskol stood among the birds, smiling and waving his right hand as if he had a baton in his hand. Sometimes he faces this way, sometimes he twists his face that way: "Really? Is it? It's amazing, although things are beyond the expectations of the contemptible people, but it is more beneficial to the contemptible people! ”

After his apostle Oliver was seriously injured, Lancelot the Graceful did not say anything or do anything. At first glance he seems to have abandoned his beloved, but something unusual is always caught by someone who cares - the king himself came to Lancelot's house and has not left for three days! The students of Lancelot were all closely monitored, and when each person went out into the street, there were at least fifteen soldiers behind him, which was called "Your Majesty's protection of you"; And the military headquarters issued one order after another, and some of the troops, although they did not openly disobey the king's wishes, began to move, until they came to the edge of the garrison, like hounds ready to attack!

In the turbulent undercurrent, the people are not completely sluggish. It was said that for three days there had not been a single sound of music in Lord Lancelot's house. You must know that the guardian hero can play with ease no matter how critical it is; Even if the necromantic creatures are overwhelmed, even if the funeral mold is rampant, when the residents hear the familiar melody, it is equivalent to taking a reassuring pill. So, when Master Lancelot stopped playing the lyre, the shock was unprecedented, and it was no wonder that the king had to stay in the Hero's Mansion. The "rumors" that had already been clarified were once again spread to the point that everyone knew about them.

People with a keen sense of politics also took action. Some are brave in the rapids, some are wise to protect themselves, and some are temporarily neutral and wait to see the direction of the wind. How wonderful would it be to say it? During these three days, power influences politics! A word from a strong man can influence the future of the country!

And most importantly, all kinds of information about Astante were gathered in the hands of Oskol, thousands of miles away, along with the Silent Raven. It can be said that he knows the situation better than any chess piece.

"There's never been a better time. There is enough firewood in the fireplace that just one spark is needed to make a strong fire and warm it all winter. With a wave of his hand, the ravens turned into fireballs and burst into the air. In the midst of the dancing black flames, the beautiful man's smile was cruel and beautiful: "Go, birds, birds who control the fate of Astant!" To spread rumors, to create disputes! Burn the wrath of your heroes! ”

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Oliver Quinn sat on the bed, staring out the window. He got a new set of clothes, and although the sleeves were complete, the fabric was much worse than before. It can't be helped, he is penniless now, and life can't be like it used to be.

The sun rises. The sun hangs in the sky. The sun sets.

The man with the broken arm sat and watched, going nowhere and doing nothing. His wounds may be healing, but his heart is dying.

The sun climbs and sets naturally at its apex, so that the day ends. The morning sun, the noon sun, and finally the remnant sun. Is it because it has lost its brilliance that the sun is sinking in the west, or is it because it is sinking in the west that the sun is losing its brilliance?

"I, who have lost my brilliance, should also sleep." He said, his face was like ashes.

Lancelot the Graceful is a guardian hero with supreme status, and many people want to be associated with him. Because Lancelot taught a lot of apprentices, the students were also stained, and they were deliberately welcomed wherever they went. In order to avoid a conflict between Lancelot and Marshal Scott, and to curry favor with both sides, the king granted Lancelot's students some official positions with empty titles, which did not do much work, but the salary and benefits were considerable. Oliver Quinn is Lancelot's chief student, a quasi-hero, and the most favored by Lancelot, so his importance can be imagined. Wealthy merchants lined up to give gifts during the New Year's holidays, and Oliver, even if he didn't do his job, was better off than the average nobleman.

However, without the protection of his teacher, without his hands, he is nothing.

It would be nice if there was a knife now, and one knife would end this lost dog-like life. Thinking so, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch his throat, and suddenly it dawned: his hands are long gone. Why, hasn't the body accepted this fact?

"I'm back." Protin carried the piano case, food, and keys in the other, and the cold wind followed her into the house. In fact, the home is not much warmer than the outside, because there is no one to add firewood, and the fire in the fireplace has long been extinguished. The aroma of fruit firewood, which does not match with warmth, appears quite thin. She put the case away, and then immediately crouched down in front of the fireplace, and lit the fire with flint: "There are few listeners to-day, and I have earned five gold coins and seventeen silver coins." ”

Oliver didn't know what to say, so he was silent.

Now Protin is not using fruit firewood, but ordinary firewood that has been coarsely chopped on the market, and there is black smoke when burned. Today's dinner was not as hearty as it had been when I came here, except for rough rye bread, impure peanut butter, and a few pieces of unsightly cured meat, which was a very standard civilian meal.

"Remember your old life?" Prottin used a burning stick to pluck the firewood and set out flying sparks.

"I used to have a sweet dream." Oliver Road.

"It's not going to be a nightmare now, huh."

Protin took off his bandana and went to the kitchen to cook. After about twenty minutes, a simple meal is ready. The lady picked up the fork, forked the bread, and brought it to Oliver's mouth, but Oliver shrank back and said, "I don't want to eat." ”

"You'll just have some."

Oliver was like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and it exploded: "That's not what I mean, I don't have an appetite!" Don't give it to me! The quasi-heroic momentum exploded, startling Protin's hand trembling, and the bread fell on the bed.

"Let's drink water first." Protin put the bread back on the plate and picked up a glass of warm water instead: "You haven't drunk water all day, are you thirsty?" ”

Why isn't this woman angry? Are you taking pity on me? Do you disdain to worry about me? I was a waste, to the point of asking for her mercy! Oliver's eyes were bleeding. He wanted to bring up his mid-breath roar, but suddenly it was dark in front of him, and he almost fainted. He hadn't eaten for three days, and he had lost so much blood that he couldn't hold on.

He leaned against the wall, gasping for a few breaths, and a hard object was pressed against his lips, a cup. Prostine poured water on him. He wanted to bite the cup in one bite, but remembering that Protin only had two cups at home, he had to give up. As soon as he had finished drinking the water, and before he could swallow it, the bread came into his mouth. Protin's movements were a bit rude, and it touched Oliver's memories of his mother, who used to be picky eaters, and his mother forced herself to drink milk.

After finishing the meal, Oliver suddenly said, "I want to drink milk." ”

"Milk isn't cheap." Protin picked up the plate and smiled.

"I can go out and earn money."

"How do you earn?" Coming out of the kitchen, Protin asked. I don't know when the honorific title has not been used between the two, and it seems that this thing has disappeared with Oliver's hands.

"As soon as I show up, I'm going to attract a lot of people. The extra money is mine. Oliver laughed self-deprecatingly.

This time, there was a trace of sadness in Protin's eyes: "Really? Don't you care? ”

"For the sake of milk, it doesn't matter." Oliver stared at Protin, "Didn't you send me a pot of flowers?" I want to survive this winter and see what color that pot of flowers is. Right now...... Help me to the bathroom......"

Protin couldn't help laughing, hurriedly came to help him, and said, "I boiled water, and I'll help you wipe your body later." ”

Although he is embarrassed, such an embarrassing life may last for a long time.