Scepter of Thorns

The black widow led them all the way to the exit, and kept making indirect remarks, "You don't look like locals."

Edward and Amiens looked at each other, and then Amiens explained: "We are travelers from Wispen, and we just came to 'Swan' now. We are not very familiar with everything there, but it looks very prosperous. Very advanced."

He uses several awkward syllables, some of which are not yet the lingua franca of the mainland.Edward didn't understand much, but Black Widow did.

"Wispen?" The black widow seemed to be thinking, but in fact he knew that the other party was lying, "It's not close to the 'Swan', I heard that Wispen is famous for wizards, they are different from mages, but It is an existence that can divination the future and even reverse fate."

"It's not that exaggerated." Amiens nodded slightly, trying to bring the topic to the other party, "Then are you a local?"

The Black Widow shrugged, "Ah, of course. I belong to the pharmacist family, because 'Swan' has rich herbal medicine resources, so I am familiar with everything here."

"That's it." He pondered for a moment, "Because we are not locals, so we want to hire a guide. It only takes one day, and the total is about ten shellfish. Do you have the time?"

"Oh, why are you so formal." The black widow glanced at Edward who didn't speak much, and smiled like a sly fox, "'Swan' advocates barter, I can take you there for free, but only if You're going to tell me something about Wizard Wispen."

Edward noticed his gaze, and glanced at Amiens beside him.The other party laughed far-fetchedly, obviously there was something hard to say, so he simply continued, "The power of Wizard Wispen is innately inherited."

"According to the earliest myths and legends, they were a hybrid of undead and demons, but later people gradually forgot that wizards were another new race, because they believed that undead and demons could not have sex... no, reproduction In fact, it has been recorded in "Genesis" that the undead have a physical state, and the typical one is the lich. Unfortunately, the undead who can reach the lich state are very rare, which led to the undead being crowned with the title of "Phantom Clan". , Liches have always used this as an insult.

"Half-bloods have inherited the advantages of the undead race and the demon race, but because their blood is not pure, the power of their descendants will be weaker from generation to generation. The first generation of wizards is powerful enough to step into the top of the continent, and they are called 'Apostles of Destiny'. However, the God of the Undead discovered this heaven-defying offshoot. In order not to endanger the status of the Undead Clan, he engraved the brand of the apostle on the big vertebrae of these people, so that they could no longer attack the same clan, and exiled them to remote places. A bloodline that once ruled the mainland has been reduced to the object of ridicule by the same clan, and then disappeared in the history of the undead clan."

"Yes." Amiens stopped laughing, and his eyes were full of anger, "Even in Wispen, all the demons refuse to associate with wizards, and anyone who wants to have an affair with them will be isolated by the same clan .Because they think wizards are dirty and don't deserve to touch the land."

"That's right." Black Widow nodded agreeingly, "But the only record I remember about this is "The Epic of Creation". Who wrote "Genesis"?"

Edward's body froze suddenly.

Yes, he had never heard of the book "Genesis", but those materials and documents were faithfully recorded in his notebook.A wizard, a time axis, a space that doesn't exist... He can't dialectically verify the authenticity, and he can't even verify the source.

In the end, he could only answer like this: "A book that has long been lost, I just heard fragments of folklore by chance."

Black Widow didn't pay much attention to this book. After coming to the exit of the stone gambling field, he asked seemingly casually, "Where do you want to go next?"

"Warcraft Forest." Edward remembered the location of the key resources of the Demon World in the book. "It is a magical forest that is still well preserved. It has rich resources of Warcraft, and we have been attracted by it for a long time."

"Okay, I just happened to be going there to collect owl heads recently. You just came here, and you must not know that the Warcraft Forest has been divided into the private hunting ground of the Royal Academy. Any outsider must submit an application to enter. I am an intermediate pharmacist. If you have a qualification certificate, it will be more convenient for you to follow me." The black widow said happily, "It's getting late now, go back and rest, and meet at the central square at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. My name is Ann, and I will wait for you there of."

After speaking, he left like a gust of wind, leaving no chance for discussion.

"This person," Amiens thought for a while, "it's not easy to get the approval of the Royal Academy..."

"The most urgent thing now is to find a remote place to rest first, and there will be more demons at night-let me remind you, we are fleeing, not traveling. Oh, by the way, you are still a black household."

The two turned into an empty side street on the right side of the exit of the Gambling Stone Field, without talking all the way.It seems that since a few days ago, there has been no rain in the Demon Realm, but the sky still shows a moist color, like a pair of eyes that are about to cry, shining with a charming color.

Edward memorized the route in his mind, and then walked in remote places.After turning a few corners, the roadside scenery seems to have reached its destination, becoming more and more withered and desolate.There are iron chain shops and small restaurants on the side of the road, but they all closed the iron gates tightly. Finally, at the end of the road, there appeared a dilapidated signboard with the words "accommodation" written crookedly in black paint. Character.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door, the rusty iron door opened a crack, a small head poked out, and asked cautiously: "You, are you here to stay at the hotel?"

"Yes." Edward stroked his fluffy hair, his words softened unconsciously, "Where are your parents?"

The young demons opened the door and welcomed them in, then ran down the stairs and shouted: "Mom, there are guests here!"

A female demon hurriedly responded and ran down the stairs.Her face was covered with a black veil, and she asked softly, "How many rooms?"

"A double room."

Amiens couldn't help interrupting: "Can't we have two rooms?"

"Unless you admit that you are gay, there is no need to discuss it." Edward didn't even look at him, "How much is a day?"

"Ah, that..." The woman became nervous, "We opened this place by ourselves, so we don't need any other formalities. If it's money, we need to charge fifteen zuobei——I can cook, so I can cook for you at any time if it's fifteen or so..."

She still wanted to say something, so Edward took out the banknotes from the interspatial ring and put them in the palm of the opponent's subconsciously closed palm.The woman didn't seem to expect the other party to agree so quickly, her eyes exposed outside the veil were full of embarrassment and caution.

When she noticed the money in her hand, she realized that she wanted to take them to the room.However, Edward was not in a hurry to go back to the room, but sat idle on the small faded sofa by the door, playing with the house key with his right hand.After looking around the environment around him, a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"Although it's very presumptuous, ma'am." He put down the key and stared into her eyes, "but I still want to ask, where is your husband?"

The woman's eyes dimmed instantly, and Edward suddenly thought of the red sky outside, they were so similar and so sad.

"I, my husband," she choked up, wiping the corners of her eyes with the back of her rough hand, "not long ago passed away due to a mine accident."

Edward apologized: "May he rest in peace."

The woman waved her hand. The young demon had been quietly staying in the corner since his mother came down, repeatedly folding a piece of yellowed paper.Amiens dragged Edward into the room. This guy seemed to want to continue asking, but he didn't want to listen anymore. Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, the premise must be to uncover other people's scars.

Edward took off his cloak and hung it on the hanger.The demon woman knocked on the door and handed over a kettle made of fire spar.Amiens brought some hot water, then poured a glass for Edward.

"Thank you." He put the water glass aside, took out the notebook from the space, wrote down the route when he came, and carefully looked through the things he had recorded before.The handwriting is still immature, Edward thought, he must have been very young at that time.In that seemingly long but extremely short childhood, the only thing he remembered was his father's side face, and he looked down at himself, just like looking down on a small and humble ant.

"You think I'm very unreasonable, don't you?" He raised his head from the heavy notebook, and Amiens, who was secretly looking at him, caught his gaze unexpectedly and couldn't help being stunned.

After a while, Amiens nodded.

"I'm just here to find out about this woman," Edward said. "She just said that her husband is a miner, so she must be poor. In fact, this happens in many poor areas. They kill overnight travelers. , and then plunder their property. Usually it is the woman who comes out, and the man behind the scenes. This woman should not lie, but it is always right to be careful."

Amiens looked at him and suddenly didn't know how to answer.

"You've always been like this." In the end, all he could say was, "I don't know what you're thinking, and I can't feel your emotions, because your indifference is so rational, I don't even know what angle to look at. Criticism. When others embrace the world with all their enthusiasm, only you choose to reject it with due caution. You live in your own world, and bury all your emotions deep in the soil , and what I saw was just a barren land."

Edward lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips were pursed tightly.

"When I was young, I used to blindly worship my father. I know he detested me, just like I detested my mother." He stared at his notebook, as if looking at himself in the past, "My mother is a Mozu, she draws gorgeous makeup and lives in the romance she wove. Sometimes she thinks that I am a child born to my father and other women, and she will play the role of a vicious stepmother; sometimes she feels that I am a wealthy family The eldest lady, who eloped with others because of love, but was cruelly abandoned, so she decided to take revenge on her son. However, no matter what role she chooses, I will always be abused by her. They poisoned the cake and forced me to eat it; or painted on my back with a knife, the more blood flowed, the more excited she would be."

He explained in a calm and unwavering tone, like reciting a boring and monotonous article, "I have hurt myself, I have committed suicide, and I even tried to escape from this house, but every time my father found me , he locked me in a dark cubic space. But I still adore him so much because he beat my mother when I was about to kill her and locked her in the dressing room.

"When I was 16 years old, he killed my mother and left here forever. I saw him spread his wings and return to the sky. People in the temple said he was the celestial clan, the favorite of the god of light, so, I choose to believe in the God of Light."

There was a kind of extreme paranoia and sickness in his eyes, Edward tilted his head, as if he was smiling, "Then, you who are called the 'Son of Gentleness', after hearing this story, do you start to feel sympathy and pity? Does your heart Pounding? Do you think the world is so unfair?

"But I didn't." He looked at Amiens and smiled slowly.The smile was shrouded in shadows, like a mask attached to his face: "I just feel that it hurts to the bone."

----Chapter35. Scars & End----

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The next chapter is a high-energy warning, and the stupid author marks that play is about to start.