Reckless Through The New World

In the study room of the Kingdom of Ai Lanz, Liu Daoqing presided over the state affairs in place of his daughter who had gone to the wizarding world for refuge.

On both sides of the throne sat a group of officials who were either exceptionally young or very old. Some of them are temporary candidates to take over the job, and some are seniors who have retired. Because the important officials of the state were all driven to the shelter by Liu Daoqing, they were temporarily assisted in the work.

Fortunately, during this period of time, the western land was generally calm, the country was stable, and there was nothing particularly troublesome.

"Today, it's probably the last time I will host the work." Liu Daoqing smiled and said, "In a few hours, we aliens will set off to fight to the death with the monsters that will destroy the world. When we win, Ada I can come back and continue to preside over the work, and then I will really retire."

The Kingdom's provisional cabinet did not talk to each other, and even the youngest people only had doubts in their eyes.

Liu Daoqing is really not good at lying, and it's okay to face ordinary people. Faced with these people, he pretends to be confident, like a crappy actor who has put on eye drops and pretends to cry, but his face is rigid and can't see emotions. .

Liu Daoqing naturally understood, he was silent for a while and sighed.

"Everyone, even if you know I'm talking nonsense, at least give me a little applause!"

applause.

"That's right!" Liu Daoqing smiled, "Wait a minute, let's go all out. If we can win, everyone will be happy. If we lose..."

He hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head with a wry smile: "If we lose, then I can only say sorry to everyone."

"You don't need to apologize." The founding father, Duke Otto Spinola, who has been retired for many years, said with a smile, "It's us who should be sorry, we can't help you in this kind of battle. "

He is also a legendary powerhouse, but he is only a little over the 70th level, and he is completely useless on the battlefield against the Dragon of Doom. Instead of letting him be cannon fodder, let him sit in the center of Elanz and act as a temporary head of state when Liu Daoqing goes out and Katerina and Ada's mother and daughter take refuge.

"Otto, when I get back, let's have a drink together."

"Then you must come back, otherwise... meet in the afterlife world, be careful I beat people!"

******

Locke was wearing plain work clothes with a pen in front of his breast pocket, walking in the office area led by Dracula.

By his side, only the only disciple, Lilina, followed.

He didn't say a word, just watched as he walked, nodding from time to time.

Everyone has long been accustomed to his way of doing things - no greetings, no nonsense, and doing things. Probably because everything was peaceful during this time, no one came to disturb him.

Walking past offices, he had a smile on his face, looking very satisfied.

In the end, they came to Dracula No. 1 Primary School, which was the first school in the north (the name of Dracula didn't exist at that time), and the students were only thirty or forty children in a few villages, and the teachers naturally Only Locke is alone.

Now, this primary school has more than 3,000 teachers and students. When it comes to early reading, Lang Lang's reading sound always makes those new immigrants stop and listen.

Of course, there was no one in the school today, because it happened to be the weekend. The teachers and students have gone home for the holidays. As for the security - Dracula doesn't need such a thing, there is no safer place in the world than here.

Locke walked unhurriedly to a somewhat dilapidated classroom at the back of the primary school.

This is the classroom he built with his own hands, and it is now a memorial hall. Each summer, the students who have performed best in the past year are honored here.

The desks and chairs in the classroom are very old, and even the power of magic cannot make ordinary objects resist the erosion of time for a long time.

Standing in front of the old blackboard, Locke sighed deeply.

"Lilina, I'm going to leave in a minute," he said. "If... the lamp of my soul goes out, you will execute our plan."

"Not that if." Lilina said solemnly.

Locke smiled: "I hope so too, but always have to be prepared. Work hard in the best direction and plan for the worst. We've always come this way, haven't we?"

Lilina didn't answer.

Locke thought for a while, then took off the pendant on his neck and handed it to her: "Okay, my life savings - mainly some messy loot that I don't know what to use, and those magic swords, all inside."

Lilina frowned: "These are all given to me, so what are you fighting for?"

Locke looked left and right, took out the pen on his chest, picked up the pointer on the podium, opened the display cabinet next to it, and took out a **** as an exhibit: "These are very suitable for me."

"Stop joking! How can this kind of thing fight!" Lilina looked a little angry, "Please don't kill yourself, okay!"

"I'm not seeking death, these things are really powerful." Locke put them away, walked over and patted her head as usual, "Don't believe me? I'll show you a magic trick."

He took Lilina to the empty playground, clapped his hands, and a huge magic circle appeared out of nowhere.

This is a magic circle that transforms ordinary weapons into magic swords. Back then, he needed to consume a lot of treasure and hold a few days of rituals to complete the transformation. Now, it's just a matter of hand.

Taking out the pointer that had been used for many years, he stroked it twice with nostalgia, and then threw it lightly into the air.

Colorful rays of light rose from the magic circle and wrapped it in it. After just a moment, the rays of light dissipated, and the shape of the pointer did not change, but there was an imposing aura that was hard to see directly.

Under Lilina's shocked gaze, Locke completed the transformation of the other two things. The three strangely-shaped magic swords turned into three red lights, surrounding him. With only three magic swords, the aura that he exudes is far better than when he released more than a dozen magic swords together in the past.

"In this world, there are a lot of things that carry people's 'longing'. If that 'longing' matches me, I can turn ordinary iron into a powerful magic sword." Locke explained, "In this world, there is no more It fits me better than these three things. I think, in people's minds, I should always be associated with them..."

Lilina didn't say anything, her eyes were full of mist.

"Okay, it's getting late, I should go." Locke looked at the sky and said apologetically, "That thing... I should have done it, but I have to trouble you in the end, I'm very sorry."

After speaking, before Lilina could answer, he jumped up, turned into a dark red light, and flew away into the sky.

On the empty playground, the heir to the "Demon King of the North" held the pendant tightly, and said nothing, only tiny tears fell to the ground one by one.

******

On the top floor of the Tarakhan Magic Tower, Eric stood in front of the room of the great magician of Anna Tarakhan and knocked gently on the door.

"Who is it?" A question came from the door.

He knew that the other party was knowingly asking and would never open the door.

Over the years, Anna has been deliberately avoiding him, trying not to meet him as much as possible.

"I want to tell you something," he said, "about your father, your brother . . . and Tarakhan."

"I do not want to hear."

"You should know—maybe you already knew it, but at least I should tell you myself once," Eric said sincerely, "the information you know may not be the whole truth. Even if you You know enough things, at least, you should listen to the memories of my client."

"What's so good!" The voice behind the door suddenly became fierce, and then became calm again, "Please come back, don't worry about me causing trouble for you, I'm not that stupid person."

"It's not stupid or not..." Eric smiled, "it's a pity question."

"After today and now, even if you want to inquire, you may not be able to find a person who can recall those things. So, even if it is not to waste, at least listen to these first-hand information."

"What?" exclaimed, "You...are you leaving?"

"Maybe it will come back, of course, maybe not." Eric answered truthfully, "Of course I really hope to come back, but in the face of the destruction of the world, and the destruction of the world as big as ours. The monsters of a world, even us, have no great assurance that they will be able to come back."

The sound of the lock cylinder turning sounded, but it stopped again.

"What do you want to say, just say it." The voice from behind the door was a little weak.

Eric smiled again and narrated the past events one by one.

This time, he didn't hide anything.

"...The person who is now the Earl of Tarakhan is the descendant of your second brother. After Anthony retired, he made the son of your second brother the heir. The subsequent earls are all the orthodox descendants of your Tarakhan family. ."

"That Anthony can become anyone, why doesn't he always be an earl?"

"No need, we are not people who pursue power - even if we pursue power, with our ability, it is not necessarily difficult to build a country." Eric said calmly and proudly, "What you worry about is The problem, in fact, didn't exist from the beginning."

There was no sound behind the door.

He waited for a while, making sure that the other party didn't want to say anything, smiled and said, "Okay, the problem that has been bothering me has been solved now. Let go of this burden, and I can fight without any worries."

When he turned around and was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from behind the door: "Wait!"

"Um?"

"Back then... my father said that when I wanted you to be... son-in-law..., did you have... did you have..." The voice became smaller and smaller, "... a little, even a little... tempted ?"

Eric was silent, and after a long time, he sighed deeply.

"Some people, some things, miss it, it's a lifetime."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Behind him, the door opened, but only his back could be seen.