Sir Aven I Blood Pact

This night is unusual.

This green light peeled off the layers of clouds and mist, and cast it towards the forest under the night.However, the forest at this time did not have the tranquility it had in the past—the successive unusual turmoil among the branches brought more uneasiness.

The footsteps of those people did not stop, even if they were fettered by the branches of good and bad on the ground, they could not stop their progress.They were all wearing a large black cloak, and the wide brims of their hats covered their faces so that only their bloodless lips remained.

They ran vigorously among the lush forests, the commotion behind them made them have to quicken their pace, and the occasional green light revealed from the branches of the trees made their figures ethereal.

The ones who ran in the front were short people. He hunched his body and guided the direction of the road for the three people behind him who supported each other.When they finally came to a spot of green light, they stopped. "It's here." One of the three people who supported him walked up to the beam of light and said softly, his voice carried a glimmer of hope. When he turned around, his face under the beam of light looked extremely old, but His eyes were still so wise.He beckoned to the others: "Come on, put him down and put him here."

The other two walked to the side of the light beam without hesitation, holding a person who seemed to be unconscious, and put the person in their hands on the ground safely. They adjusted the posture of the person so that his face was facing the green beam. In the light, under the cloak, the man lying on the ground revealed his face - the golden hair flowed out from the cloak, under the light, his high nose bridge and delicate cheeks looked pale .

The man before came to his side, squatted down, he bent over his ear, and whispered a few words, no one heard what he said, maybe only the wind floating in the woods would know . "Your Highness—" The hunched man seemed very worried about the people on the ground.

"He'll be fine." The squatting man stood up again, telling everyone else to stand back, and facing the man on the ground, he opened his arms and stood there quietly.

He opened and closed his mouth, speaking a strange language. Gradually, the fallen leaves and branches on the ground began to move with the wind. A small tornado, the wind slowly wrapped the person on the ground, lifting him up from the ground bit by bit...

——About him, I still don't know how he crawled out of that thick tomb, and then came to me.He didn't tell, and I didn't ask, because I knew that if he wanted to, I believed he would tell me.Everyone can have a little secret, a secret that is completely their own and does not need to be told to anyone.Therefore, I will not take the initiative to ask Yu him.From our initial acquaintance to his final 'departure', I have always retained some views on him, and of course there are more - curious.

This acquaintance between me and him was like a dream, even a little ethereal.We experienced life and death together, faced everything with a smile, and cracked one bizarre incident after another together.Although he didn't fully explain what I wanted to know until the end, I still knew very clearly—who he was.

His name, he told me, was Alvin Sars Lydon - 'Sir Alvin'.

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After nine years, I came back again. This time I really finished writing this part~ This time I came back and adjusted the whole article. From the beginning to the end, I made all changes~ I hope someone likes it~

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