I! The Salted Fish Law God Was Eavesdropped On By Master Loli

The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.

The sun is shining brightly.

In the downtown area of ​​Duori City, you could vaguely see a boy with a wooden sword walking on the street.

He had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were full of novelty, as if he was very interested no matter what he saw.

Walking alone in the street.

At this time of day, he has an hour of free time to do his own thing.

And what he likes to do most is to walk along the street, watching the busy traffic along the way, watching the lively scene that he has never seen before.

His name is Lin Meng.

is a child without a past.

Daddy told him that he was picked up by him, an orphan that Daddy brought back from the battlefield and the cold winter.

But don't know why.

Although only for a few days.

But when he woke up and saw his father, he felt extra kind and respectful.

It was as if he had been by his side for countless years.

As if.

As it should be.

So when Daddy asked him if he wanted to go with him, he replied without any hesitation.

"I would."

Walking on the street, looking at the surrounding prosperity with interest.

At this moment, a person in the square suddenly caught his attention. It seemed to be a wandering poet, wearing a large purple robe, holding a harp in his hand, eyes closed, and his fingers caressing the strings.

The melodious sound of the piano is particularly sweet and sad.

He didn't understand music, but he didn't know why, but when he heard the sound of the piano, he unexpectedly felt extremely familiar.

He walked towards the wandering poet in a daze, at a loss as to what to do in the mourning sound of the piano.

finally.

He still couldn't help opening his mouth and asked in a daze:

"Hello... Excuse me, what song is this..."

The wandering poet stopped, raised his head, showed green smiling eyes, and said softly:

"This is a song from a thousand years ago. Not many people know this song. It is called "Elegy of the Violet Empire." Child, do you like this song very much?"

For a moment, for some reason, Lin Meng stood there in a daze, only feeling that his mind went blank.

He lowered his head in a trance and said, "I don't like it, it's too sad."

The wandering poet said softly: "Why do you feel sad? The demise of that empire, in the eyes of many people, is a very exciting thing."

Lin Meng sat cross-legged on the ground, bowed his head and said, "Fart."

The wandering poet said softly, "Do you know the history of the Violet Empire?"

Lin Meng whispered: "I don't know, but I don't think the demise of any country will inspire people."

The gentle tone of the wandering poet slowly lingered, and he said softly: "Yes, you are right, especially for those who have experienced it, they do not think that the empire has perished."

Lin Meng was suddenly in a trance, as if something was pounding in his heart.

Violet Empire... Violet...

Obviously he didn't have any impression, but why, he felt heartache.

It hurts.

It hurts like a needle stick.

"Would you like to hear me tell about the history of that empire? Few of the children of this era are interested in the past."

Lin Meng didn't know when he nodded his head. He sat there in a trance, listening to the narration of the wandering poet.

From the establishment and conquest of an empire.

From endless glory to fighting against God.

Falling fast at the height of the empire's glory, his voice was like some kind of magic, as if it had dragged him into the chaotic battlefield of a thousand years ago.

The roar, the sound of the blade piercing the flesh, the sound of explosions, the sound of crying, the thunder of the sky and the unyielding cry.

even to the end.

He seemed to have personally experienced that battlefield, as if he had really experienced the tragic years of annihilation.

"The Violet Empire has gradually gone to ruin since that war. It was a history of resistance and oppression. They wanted a result from God, but in the end they were ruthlessly suppressed and nothing was left."

"Many people say that era was the stupidest era, because they didn't know how to be flexible, to have fun, and to keep themselves safe, so they died."

Lin Meng listened in a trance.

He bowed his head.

He didn't know when, his hands were already wet.

Something seemed to run down his face and wet his hands.

In a stateless trance, he seemed to see the wandering poet handing him something.

It was a coat of arms inscribed with violet flowers, and the purple petals bloomed as if soaked in blood and fire.

"This is the symbol of the Violet Empire once, it symbolizes eternal loyalty and pursuit, if you like it, leave it to you."

He took the coat of arms.

Dazedly.

As if the coat of arms was heavy, as if he took it so heavy that it was hard for her to breathe.

And when he raised his head again.

The wandering poet has disappeared.

Only the faint elegy proved that he had been there.

this day.

He fell asleep.

I don't know why, but he returned home in a daze. Today was the first time he didn't follow the training mission left by his father.

Holding the coat of arms alone, sitting there is an afternoon.

No one knew what he was thinking.

He was silent, even letting the university fill his body.

until evening.

until late at night.

It wasn't until early in the morning that he fell asleep in a trance.

He had a dream, a very real dream, he dreamed of the fall of the king, he dreamed that countless soldiers fell in pieces, and he dreamed of the death-like despair brought by the gods.

Can't die, don't want to die, don't deserve to die!

He dreamed that before dying, the crowd sang the last elegy emptily.

He dreamed that there was a man carrying the king's body and walking alone in the desert step by step.

It was death, it was shattering, it was loneliness.

At the end of the dream, he seemed to be left alone, no matter how much he chased and shouted, no one turned back.

It just seemed as if someone was shouting at him, and it seemed like a swan song in his own heart.

east!

east!

"east!"

He suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes trembling, his whole body was wet with sweat.

He didn't know what he was doing either. He quickly opened the door, grabbed his wooden sword, rushed out of the courtyard, out of the street, and rushed out of the city wall by himself.

He panted, but he didn't seem to feel the cold of the night, nor the stinging pain under his feet.

The voice kept telling him.

Go east.

Go east to find it.

There are the last embers of the violet, its petals withered, but from the ashes it will grow new leaves.

There is your home.

He kept running, kept moving forward, gritted his teeth, and let the sweat freeze, but the hands holding the sword and the coat of arms were steadfastly reluctant to let go.

The endless snow has frozen the entire wasteland.

There is only one young man who desperately pursues in that snow and ice.

It's as if years have passed.

across the entire ice sheet.

Finally, the morning sun at sunrise was about to rise, at the moment when the first ray of dawn crossed the high fortress.

The boy who had been trekking in the cold night for a whole night finally raised his head.

Above the high city wall, the coat of arms of the huge violet flower is reflected in the dawn of the east, flying in the wind.

For a moment.

Full of tears.

"I found it!"