Demon King's Mentor

It took Eric a month to arrive at Silver Rock Village in Fino County. The long-lost hometown was the same as before, as deserted and poor as he remembered.

He who was leading the horse attracted attention here, and some children in rags even followed him and pestered him: "Master, give me something to eat!"

He gave them some leftover dry bread, and the children left happily. Eric used his memory to go to the farmer's house where he had worked. The farmer who had abused him humbly Call him lord, and ask him what he wants.

"Do you know a kid named Eric Huerta?" Eric reported his real name, "He is an orphan."

"Of course I know him, he was working here a few years ago, a thin kid," he blinked at Eric, "Master, you look very similar to him, are you his father... "

"No, just a friend asked me to ask." Eric waved his hand, "How is he now?"

"He died two or three years ago!" said the farmer. "He suddenly became ill for some reason! Perhaps he was under an evil spell!"

"Really?" Eric smiled, "Where is his grave?"

The farmer began to hem and haw, "We don't know him, we just let him work here... so... I don't know..."

Eric looked at him, and suddenly wanted to avenge his younger self. On those cold nights, this was the man who made him harvest the resin overnight without even giving him a pair of shoes. If there is less, he will definitely beat him with a belt, no matter how much he begs for mercy, it will not work.

He didn't want to forgive this person, but he couldn't find a reason to let his head fall, especially when he knew that this person had a sick wife and young son.Eric sighed and left quickly, feeling a little indecisive.Obviously hated him so much in the past, and obviously smashed his tool shed after returning from military service...

He left quickly, heading towards the southern tundra, where the king's army assembled, where Timon, Gillens, and Ramir should be by now.

When he finally found them a few weeks later, the three young men gathered around boiling water in a pot and rubbing their frozen hands.Just looking at them from a distance, he felt so overwhelmed by sadness that he tried to keep calm for a long time.

"Who are you?!" The vigilant Gilens stood up and looked at him.

Eric froze for a moment, looking at the young, tall and thin Gillens, he was always the first to come forward no matter what happened, and seemed to always have inexhaustible courage and curiosity.

"Excuse me, do you know someone named Eric Huerta?" Eric looked at him.

Gillens thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know this person, sir."

The other two young people who heard their conversation also came over, and Ramir also said that he didn't know him, only Timon said softly: "I know a boy named Eric Huerta, he met two years ago died."

Timon and him met when they were working. Eric looked at him with a smile. Only he was willing to talk to himself at that time. Who would have thought that this shy young man was the first among them to find a girlfriend?

"I'm a friend of his father's," Eric told them.

"His father is a gambler, does he owe you money?" Timon asked.

"Even if you owe it, their family is dead, and you won't come back, sir," Gillens said with a hint of vigilance, "You don't seem to be short of money."

"I'm not here to collect debts." Eric smiled and shook his head. "It's just that his father won me a small sum of money before he was alive. I want to pay him back, but they are gone."

As soon as they heard the money, the three young men all started chattering. Eric took out a small purse from his arms and said, "In this case, I will do a good deed for you children. I heard that you In the same village as him." He handed the money to Timon, "Remember to pray for Eric Huerta."

Timon froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Gilens, and then at Ramirl. Gillens responded quickly: "Thank you, sir, you are such a good man! I will pray for him!"

"Isn't that good?" Lamir asked in embarrassment.

"If someone is willing to give it, what's wrong!" Gillens poured out the money and divided it into three parts. "Besides, this gentleman looks like a landowner. He must not be short of this money!"

Sly Gilens!Eric looked at them and asked, "Would you like to do things with me?"

The three of them froze immediately, and Lamir lowered his hand holding the coin: "So, is this actually a commission?"

"Give it back to him!" Gilens said immediately.

"No, you keep it, I'm just asking." Eric said.

"Thank you, sir," Lamir said, "We can't leave without authorization now, the officer is very strict, if I leave, he will find fault with my grandma."

The other two were also silent, and the money in their hands became hotter and hotter.Eric smiled and said, "Okay, I just feel sorry for you, come and ask, I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

"We are not pitiful!" Timon said, "I can now support myself on my own, and I will soon be able to make achievements, and maybe I will become a general in the future!"

Gillens nodded in agreement: "My mother also said that I was a man after entering the army! Now I can send money back every month, and I think it is very good now! At least it is much better than being a lumberjack!"

Eric nodded: "You are all brave, I have no doubt. I hope you can cherish life, after all, if there is no life, everything will be over." When he said this, those three words appeared in his mind. corpse.Then, he stuffed a note to Timon: "This is my address, write to me if you have anything to do, or come to me directly, I welcome you anytime."

Timon looked at the letters on it. He was illiterate, so he handed it over to Gilens, who was stunned for a moment: "You come from the capital?!"

"Yes." Eric said, "It's a long journey, and I have something to do, so I left first." He looked at them, "You must remember my words, no matter what, life is the most precious, don't be a fool If you don't, your friends will be very sad."

Eric returned to Mufan at the end of December, and the guards at the gate let him in. Eric asked, "Has His Royal Highness Estero returned?"

The guard nodded: "I came back last week." Then he refused to say another word.

It seemed that he still couldn't come back before him. Eric dropped his horse and ran upstairs immediately. After almost bumping into the maid, he came to the living room. Mrs. Eluchil looked at him in surprise and stared at him. Glancing at him, he said reluctantly, "He's actually back, he's in the study."

"Thank you, ma'am." Eric immediately turned his head and walked to the study.

He came to the door of the study lightly, and saw the young prince reading a book quietly. The morning light painted his handsome side face. His lips were slightly pursed, looking serious and serious, and the drooping eyelashes covered the blue light slightly. Dark-colored eyes, and short-cut blond hair with a soft halo.

Eric didn't speak for a long time, and even his breathing began to slow down. Just looking at this young man made him forget everything else in this world, those deaths and disputes, calculations and conspiracies. At this moment, he just wanted to Walk over, sit opposite him, and spend this long time quietly with him.

Estero seemed to want to take notes, so he stretched out his hand without raising his head, and a notebook on the shelf slowly floated towards the table.

"Esther," he stepped into the room with a smile, "you can't rely on magic for such a small matter!"

Estero's heart almost stopped at that moment. He raised his head incredulously, and couldn't help smiling after seeing the familiar figure. He stood up and stretched out his hand, grabbed the book, and said to Eric : "Welcome back, teacher!"