Demon King's Mentor

Chapter 1 CHAPTER1

"I'm sorry, Eric." The mercenary captain looked at the three corpses covered with sackcloth and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." The voice of the man beside him was filled with suppressed sobs, and his fists were clenched until they were almost blue.

"My condolences." The captain didn't know how to comfort him, "They are all warriors who live up to their honor."

"Warriors?" The man rarely spoke contemptuously. "Only the king's knights can be called warriors. Only they will be mourned. We are just poor people who trade with our lives!"

The mercenary captain was silent, just patted his shoulder with his hand and left.

Erik stood beside his brothers, the anger and heartache that had no place to rest almost made him lose the courage to face them.The past flashed chaotically in front of my eyes, but it was all inappropriate voices, faces, faces and faces, laughing and cursing.

"If only we hadn't participated in this war!" Eric thought, "If we had known it would turn out like this, no matter how high the commission was, we would..."

He was immersed in infinite assumptions, completely oblivious to the mage appearing from behind.

"I hope I have not disturbed you, sir," said the mage in the gray robe.

Startled by the sound, Eric subconsciously turned his head and drew out his sword, but the mage easily turned his sword into a puddle of molten iron with just one finger.

"Don't get excited, sir," the mage took off his hood to reveal his gray hair, "Let me introduce myself first, I am the king's servant, maybe you have heard of my name, my name is Piero."

Of course Eric knew him, the most powerful mage in the kingdom: "Master Piero."

Piero looked at him with a smile, then looked at the three bodies on the ground, and said, "Depending on the situation, we all hope that this war never happened."

I don't know why, Eric felt that he was a bit weird, he said: "Of course, but what's the use, who can change things like the past?"

"What if I say I can?" Piero stared at him with gray eyes.

Eric felt that his eyes were like a preying snake, he looked at the molten iron on the ground, and said: "Are you here just to show off this thing? Or do you mean that a noble archmage like you is willing to stop this war?" , just don't want to see such insignificant people like us lose their lives?"

"Believe me, I don't want to see anyone sacrificed for war," Piero waved his hand, and the molten iron on the ground was recast into a sword blade, "including the king."

Eric looked at him suspiciously: "You want to bring the king back to life?"

"It's not about bringing the dead back to life," Piero said. "It's about not going through this war, so that we can at least have a short period of peace. Now that Prince Cacharel is still young, the regent obviously doesn't know what respect is." He looked at the man Eyes: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"But what does this have to do with me?" Eric looked at the sword in his hand.

"I want you to change the past," Piero said, "to stop this war."

His intuition told him that this was not a good deal, but when Eric saw Timon's blue fingers exposed outside the shroud, he put his sword back and said to Piero: "Please tell me the way! "

"A wise choice," Piero admired. "I have observed you for a long time, and I believe that you are a brave and well-meaning man."

"I'm just weaker than them." Eric smiled wryly.

"Well, say what you want," Piero said, taking a step closer. "Now take my hand, and we must go back to the palace and get ready, sir."