Demon King's Mentor

Perhaps because he was too tired, Eric dreamed about the past. Accompanied by the sound of pattering rain, he stepped through the muddy pit in his wet uniform and came to a young man who was also dirty and desolate.

At that time, he was not very good at expressing. Looking at the man's nose, he put a wine bottle at the man's feet: "Why did you give me a hand?"

Gillens finished talking with his companion, looked up at him, "I think what you want to say is thank you?"

Eric looked into his gray eyes: "Why did you give me a hand?"

"A stubborn donkey." Lamir beside Gillens sneered.

Gillens shrugged, picked up the bottle, opened the cork and took a few sniffs: "Isn't it cheap?"

Eric didn't answer him, and the rain dripped down his sleeves onto the tent floor.Gillens took a sip of his drink, sighed and said, "I heard that you are also from County Fino, and so am I."

"That's it?" Eric said suspiciously.

"There's not so many whys here," Gilens stared at him, "It's like old soldiers bullying newcomers, noble gentlemen put us at the forefront, if you like to get to the bottom of everything, why don't you go to school? I think So I did this, instead of standing here asking questions like a fool, how about making myself stronger?"

Eric was silent for a while, then whispered, "Thank you."

Lamir stood up with a giggle and said, "What's your name?"

"Eric Huerta," he replied.

"So, Eric, why don't you sit down and have a drink with this shitty weather?" Lamir told him.

Eric felt a kind of warm emotion gradually filled his body that was icy from the rain. After he drank the bottle of wine, the sky suddenly cleared up, and the sun seemed to be right in front of him. , he was already standing by a dilapidated cabin.The sun shines on the white snow from among the dense pines and cypresses. On a pine chair, Lamir’s grandma is weaving a scarf. The discarded wood picked up was beating and beating, and the rotten dining table was being repaired.

He took two steps forward, the soles of his shoes creaked on the snow, the gray-haired grandmother put down what she was holding and beckoned him to pass.Eric walked in that direction, greeted Gillens' mother, squatted beside Grandma Lamir, the old woman hung the semi-finished scarf around his neck, and asked with a smile: "What do you think?" How about it?"

"I..." Eric felt the warm touch from the wool, "very warm."

"The yarn removed this year is only enough to weave one time, I hope you don't mind this kind of old yarn." The old woman took off the scarf and tied a knot in her hand again, "But no girl will laugh at you, I His craftsmanship is the best in the town, and he can weave any fashionable pattern, but that little bastard Lamir said that this thing is old-fashioned, hehe, he knows how to play with those tools all day long, last time I saw those in the city This is the style of the old man's scarf!"

"Thanks, I love it," Eric said, looking at her withered hands.

"You are the best child among them." The old woman smiled.

"I'm still here!" Not far away, Timon put down his saw blade and shouted.

"But you are loved already!" said Gillens' mother. "Yesterday I saw your little girl come to you!"

"Don't...don't...talk nonsense..." Timon began to stammer when he was nervous, "Lilian...she just wants me to help her fix her dresser at home..."

"Then why don't you stop what you're doing and hurry over there?" Gilens' mother asked.

"I told her that I'm free today..." Timon replied, "Today...I have to fix the table at home today, and I want everyone to sit at the same table for dinner."

Not far away, Lamir and Gilens came back with the hunted rabbit, and everything began to become blurred, until his vision was clear again, there were panicked figures in front of him, and the raging fire behind him engulfed him like a wild beast everything.

"Run! Run!" Lamir tugged on his sleeve, "Quick!"

He ran behind the other party, and for some reason, everyone ran for their lives as if being chased away by evil spirits.

"We can't solve it this time," he heard Gillens' voice, "Damn it! Those nobles clearly know that the demon king's army is not something that mercenaries like us can deal with! They didn't say that we What needs to be dealt with is a group of undead monsters!"

"Grandma, I will go back alive, for sure!" Gilens' voice was choked with sobs, "This time, we must invite the most famous doctor and buy the best medicine!"

They ran like crazy until they came to the edge of the cliff, the four of them looked at each other, watching the black knights who were getting closer.

"Do you want to jump?" Timon's voice trembled, "Or fight?"

Eric saw behind the black knights, on a dark horse, a handsome blond man, looking at them with blue eyes.

"Wait!" Eric grabbed the friends around him, "Don't be afraid, we will survive, trust me!"

Eric woke up.

The glass ceiling of the greenhouse reflected the blue sky. He stood up, and the people around him were no longer there. On the top of the tree fern in the distance, a black anaconda with cobalt blue patterns climbed on the feathery canopy. Looking at him with his eyes, he spit out a bright red letter.

"Hello," the black boa said in his head, "You seem to have had a very long dream, can you tell me about it?"