Demon King's Mentor

Eric stood barefoot on the shore, touched his lips with his hands in disbelief, what happened just now was so unbelievable.

Estero was not a child who was good at expressing his emotions, but he had always been very polite. Eric had known him for so long, and suddenly realized that he didn't know him at all now.He froze there, pondering over a question: What did that kiss represent?

Was that a prank?Eric first came up with this idea, and now his mind is in a mess. He sat down on the rocks on the bank and looked at the river in the distance. This must be a prank.

He lay back on the stone, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the figure of Estero, and all the usual intimate contacts became clues to doubts.

Eric blocked his eyes with his arm, recalling that it had been nearly two years since he came here, during these two years, he had taken a completely different stand than when he first came here, and thinking about it now, it was unbelievable.The faces of Timon, Gilens, and Lamir even began to become blurred, sometimes even making him feel that those people and things eight years later were just a dream.

But Timon, Gillens, and Lamir are definitely not an illusion. They have been together since childhood until they died in battle. He has known them for almost six or seven years, and the time they have been together is more than this short time. For two years, but he has never cared about a person so much in his heart like now, and the idea of ​​wanting to protect him even exceeds the friendship of the four of them.

Maybe he should find some time to see Timon, Gillens, and Lamir at this age. At this time, they should have been recruited into the army to serve the king.As for himself in this world... He had seen it in the ancient books of Estero, because of the error of time and space, the weaker body would gradually weaken and die soon.

Eric smiled wryly, even if he died young, no one would miss him now.He is the son of a drunkard and a gambler. His parents passed away when he was ten years old. He was left to help farmers in the village and lived hard on moldy rations until he was 14 years old. Time lied about his age and joined the army. Before he met those three people, he was alone and alone. He never expected anyone to look up to him, let alone be friends with him. He was very grateful to them and even regarded them as his family.

But Estero... Eric clenched his fist, and now thinking of him, he felt very confused. There was even a trace of anger mixed in this chaos, a sense of powerlessness that he could not control.

Originally, he wanted Eastero to live in peace and avoid all conflicts until he was old.But now, he secretly felt an unknown change. He began to feel that everything was not as simple as he imagined. Maybe he made a wrong decision on the first night he met Eastero.

But what's the use of thinking about it now?Even if he kills himself now, it is impossible for anyone to make him point his sword at Eastero. He let go of his arms and looked at the blue sky, where the unpredictable clouds changed the shape of the sky.When he thinks of Estero, he still has a warm feeling in his heart, and when he recalls the past two years, he doesn't feel that he did anything wrong.

The scary part is that almost everyone is innocent when he knows all about it.It made him indecisive and indecisive, made every decision he made seem reasonable, and everything about him seemed to have no rules.

He began to feel lost, lost, everything seemed wrong, but when he wanted to correct it, it made more mistakes.If everything was really wrong, what's the point of him coming here ten years ago?

He suddenly had an urge to escape from here.