Dawn of the Grey Tower

So, this is what you want? I don't understand that everyone who walks on the battlefield with their own will owns this thing. Compared to my reasons, the things on them are more practical and urgent. You don't need to protect me like this, I'm no different from them.

Lothar's dream became calm, and after walking out of the king's study, a field appeared in front of his eyes. The land in front of it spreads downward, and the harvested wheat field glows golden yellow in the sunlight. The earl took a deep breath and smelled nothing, which made him realize that the scene in front of him was still part of the dream. He looked around. In addition to the farmhouse in the distance, he did n’t see buildings like castles. There were only golden beams scattered between the sparse trees. This is not his memory. He passed by in the future in Losa ’s life. Such a place.

Looking up at the sun hanging in the sky, the light it emits is intense but not dazzling. The Earl pouted, and simply sat on the grass beneath him. He didn't know why he came here, and he didn't know if he could leave, but somehow, he wasn't worried. Lotsa looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and none of them dared to condense into a size large enough to cover the vast sun, and seemed to be afraid of the majesty of the sun. This association reminded Losa of his situation again.

Responsibility, this is the answer he got from his memory. Given by a king who is also his father and teacher, it seems to be the most perfect answer. Indeed, whether as an earl of the kingdom or a warrior who advertises a knighthood, Lothar's innate responsibility is his duty to fight for the kingdom, for the people, for glory, and ... no.

"It's an excuse." The Earl of Montenegro lay back with his hands behind his head. "If I can, I don't want to fight. All I do is imitate, imitate your majesty, imitate Lyon, imitate, parents. . It would be nice if I were not Montenegro ... There are not so many responsibilities and glory to bear. Responsibility, that ’s what I want to escape the most. "

"Meow!" It seemed to agree with Lothar's words, and a meow came from his ear. The count turned his head and saw a yellow kitten about two or three months old standing beside him. One person and one cat looked for some time, and the kitten's golden pupil seemed to have made a decision. Then, it jumped up and fell to Lothar's chest.

The count smiled and gently stroked the kitten ’s back with his right hand. "They all said that I was a madman from Montenegro, a lifeless war mad. They also said that I was the sword of the kingdom and the kingdom of the blood lion. Rely on it. But what does they say have to do with me? I never thought about it. The guy in Marcus wondered how to get an official position every day, but I, haha, what the **** I want. Can you tell me ?"

"Meow." The cat, of course, couldn't answer people's questions. Only people can answer people ’s questions.

"I thought that the cheese could give me the answer. After all, he is the smartest person I have ever seen, even smarter than Marcus. However, the wizard seems to have to worry about a lot of things, and he has to bear the same There are too many things. But you say why, when I act with him, I will feel so happy? Whether in Wangdu or now, he can always do something different from what I thought. If I have a chance, I really want to train him to look at such a place. It must be very interesting. By the way, Networm said that her home is in the south. If I have the opportunity, I would like to see it. There is also a witch-controlled port. It must be interesting."

Lothar moved his right hand away from the back of the cat and stretched out to the sun in the air, eagerly grasping, "I should not be a lord, at least not now. I want to pursue something more pure than the well-being of the people, the rise and fall of the kingdom. Something. It ’s stupid, right? But I really want to act like the heroes in the stories, only to act for the right things. Only to fight for justice. "

"Ah, yes, justice. Justice like the sun, that's what I want. I know it is different for everyone, and sometimes it will burn the earth and sting my eyes, but I still want to pursue It, pursuing pure justice. "Earl, sat up. The kitten lying on his chest leaped lightly and fell beside him. "What do you think?"

"Roar!" The cat began to rise with golden flames. With a high-pitched roar from all over the world, where is the shadow of the kitten? Standing beside Lothar, it was clearly a lion with a golden mane. It was majestic, not angry, and matched with the ring of flame-like mane, just like the sun that fell to the ground.

At the same time, some changes have taken place in reality, and the dream catcher in the hands of the mage has no signs of breaking. Just when the cheese was in amazement, he saw the lion's eyes made of gemstones shining like a golden light on the battle axe held in Lothar's hands. A large number of fine cracks were based on the two pupils of the lion sculpture. ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ quickly spread to the whole body of the battle axe. "Click!" The iron-colored lobes on the blade fell, making a crisp sound, and then more lobes began to fall off, and a gold-cast surface appeared below them.

In the hands of Hearn, this witch hunt knife faded away in just a few seconds and turned into a veritable golden battle axe. The hand holding the handle of the axe swayed slightly, and the weapon was erected. Lothar took off the stone on the eye and stood up without relying on any external force. There were no visible signs of damage on those calves with scars.

"I have never heard that the witch hunt knife will change its appearance with the owner." The mage ridiculed with a smile on his face.

Lothar also smiled. He waved the battle axe in his hand twice. "It wasn't a change, it just restored its original appearance. After all, it wasn't originally a tool for execution. It was just being used as such at that time, gradually I lost my due color. "

"Really, then it can no longer be called the hand of Hearn, the national emblem of the blue lion is a white lion." The cheese continued, happy for Lothar.

"Although I am a bit sorry for the kingdom, the hand of Hearn is indeed the name given to it by later people. The real name of this battle axe is justice of the fool." The count nodded, and when he said the name, he could feel It has been too long for the axe to tremble in excitement, and no one calls it that.

"Fool ’s justice? Because you are a fool, can you be sure that you are absolutely right? Interesting, really interesting." The mage said, looking at Lothar's behind, "So, I'm stupid to a respectable friend, do you have Not interested in using your justice to help? "

"It's my pleasure." The count of Montenegro followed the eyes of the cheese, and saw the wolf walker who was wrestling with the demon not far away, and said provocatively.