Cards are born to be king

"Tell me, can anyone solve our riddle?"

The brown-haired boy sat on the long oak table, resting his chin and looking at the door with great interest, his legs dangling in the air.

"This will be our secret camp from now on!"

"Tsk, I don't want such a messy place."

Sen Lan critically glanced at the sundries piled up to the roof and the parchment balls all over the floor, only willing to stand stubbornly in the small grid that had just been cleaned, for fear of staining her dark blue little star robe.There was a creaking sound, and the 'disabled' alchemy robot with missing arms and legs was cleaning up the dust with a piece of sheepskin, but the speed was surprisingly slow, and it took so long to clear out just enough space for Senlan to stand.

"If a man is wise, he will choose a better place as a meeting point."

Sen Lan raised her chin, glanced at Altman from the corner of her eye, and said slowly and casually:

"For example, the reception room of an old castle, I think it would be very suitable there."

"Asen, are you inviting me to your house!"

"Who invited you!"

The noble boy immediately retorted, emphatically saying, "I'm just giving you an example!"

"Hey, am I the first person you invited to play?"

"Of course not! Besides, I'm just giving an example, not inviting you over!"

"Ah, what a pity."

Altman's eyebrows drooped, he looked aggrieved, his legs didn't shake, and his brown eyes looked at Senlan.

"I thought I was your best friend."

"Humph!"

The little noble snorted arrogantly, frowned and looked around, finally couldn't help but took out a few master-level mechanical servants from the space ring, and directed them to start cleaning.From afternoon until dusk, I managed to tidy up.No one has been found until now.Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Atman sighed and muttered in disappointment:

"Is it because our puzzles are so difficult that no one can solve them anyway?"

"With all due respect, I was able to solve problems of this difficulty when I was three years old."

“Asen is awesome!”

Altman praised him warmly, he jumped off the long table neatly, and patted his pants.

"If there is no one, this will be our secret camp from now on!"

"Let's go, I heard that there is creme brulee today, but I can't let Teacher Turanzo eat it all!"

I don't know if that word touched my heart, Sen Lan suddenly felt a little happy, and looking at the dilapidated house that couldn't even compare with his stable was much more pleasing to the eye.There was a slight arc on the corner of his reserved mouth.Just when the two were about to leave, the rumbling sound of mechanical operation came from the depths of the room, and the old brown wooden door began to turn, revealing an extremely old portrait.

Behind the portrait, a thin figure cautiously poked his head over, looking left and right.He has a dark complexion, long pointed earlobes falling down, and dark blue pupils.As if he couldn't see clearly, he squinted his eyes and looked into the secret room. He was startled by Altman and Senlan's staring eyes, and almost shrank back again, looking very timid.

"That... was it you who carved the puzzle on the desk before?"

he asked timidly.

"Yes, yes, it's been a day and someone finally found it!"

Altman responded enthusiastically, pulled Sen Lan who had an ugly face, and looked curiously at the dark elf.

"My name is Atman, and he is Senlan. What's your name?"

Sen Lan's sharp and critical eyes pierced the dark elves like sharp knives. It's a pity that this race is all short-sighted. Even if they see people as two blurred patches, no matter how sharp their eyes are, they are completely useless.

"My name is Mayfett."

The dark elf smiled shyly, and said:

"Can I play with you in the future?"

"Of course!"

"Humph."

**

"Sen Lan, medicine is so difficult, I don't want to learn it."

Atman sighed and slammed the book shut, lying down on the grass as if giving up, rolling around.The grass clippings got on his hair, but he didn't care, and rolled all the way to Sen Lan's side.The boy with rose blond hair was reading a book with a sullen face, writing strings of pleasing handwriting on the parchment with a quill pen.Sen Lan read the book seriously, and Altman looked at Sen Lan seriously, admiring his friend's profound knowledge, but also quietly admiring the good looks.

The ten-year-old boy has grown up compared to before, handsome and dignified, androgynously beautiful.It's like an angel drawn from an epic picture, and now there are girls in the Star Academy who have sent love letters to Senlan.

It may be that Altman's gaze was too hot, and Sen Lan's mouth was tightened more and more, and finally raised her eyelids to glance at him, sneeringly:

"Why, is there something that the great child of destiny doesn't know?"

"It's not what I want to be."

Altman muttered in a low voice, but somehow stimulated Senlan.He stood up abruptly, rolled his parchment with a sullen face, and strode away.Atman rushed to catch up in two steps, looked at his friend in a daze, and asked doubtfully:

"Asen, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't call me that!"

The corners of Sen Lan's mouth were tightly pursed, and his gray eyes were sharp, those harsh words escaped from his mouth somehow:

"Aren't you so affectionate with everyone!"

Sen Lan regretted it the moment she said the words, but even the most expensive medicine could not reverse time.

"Senlan Haierdi!"

Atman had never spoken in such a voice, stern and angry, as if he was questioning his enemy.

"What the hell is going on with you?!"

Sen Lan clenched her hands instantly, trying her best to suppress the indifference and indifference on her face.He heard himself say coldly and alienated:

"What's going on with me... what does it have to do with you?"

After all, he strode away.There was no one chasing after me anymore, and the brown-haired boys who were always enthusiastic were gone.

They are in a cold war.

From recognition to the present, the first cold war.In class, the two people who have always been inseparable were separated, one sat at the front and the other sat at the end, without saying a word.We don't have lunch together anymore, even if we meet each other, we just pass by, as if we were strangers.Sen Lan never went to that secret room again, but went back and forth between the dormitory and the pharmacy room alone.

Atman has many friends, and he can chat with anyone.

Sen Lan knew about this a long time ago, and the cold war didn't seem to have any effect on him at all.No matter in class or after class, even if he doesn't want to pay attention, he can always see the brown-haired boy surrounded by a group of people, discussing something enthusiastically and happily.He stood in the center of the crowd, talking eloquently, exuding a special charm that attracted people to gather around him involuntarily and obey his orders.

But Sen Lan is different, even though he is a model of nobility, with the best grades and a prominent family, he has always been a loner.The aristocratic airs and distant manners separated him from the others.Those who come to Olanna to study are usually orphans who lost all their relatives in the war, and nobles like him are definitely rare.Class exists everywhere.He didn't have any friends, and he didn't bother to play with silly, innocent, runny-nosed kids.

The family's strict education made him used to only socializing with the elite, concentrating on learning and improving his strength.From coming to Olanna till now, only Atman broke through the ice shell and came to his side affectionately.After he left, those temperatures seemed to be taken away as well.

He is the child of destiny.

Sen Lan thought a little dazedly, this news spread like wind throughout Olanna last month, and since then everyone's eyes on them have changed.People used to say that Altman was Senlan's little follower, and he was lucky to be able to follow the nobleman.Now the relationship between them seems to be reversed, and one by one, those people started to say that the nobles' vision is different, and they have established a relationship with the great child of destiny early in the morning.To be his most trusted friend, that Sen Lan is definitely the illegitimate child of Goddess of Luck!

He is not the illegitimate child of the goddess of fate.

Sen Lan wanted to refute severely.

When I first saw this brown-haired kid, he didn't even have a single piece of decent clothes on him. Except for his strength, there was almost nothing comparable to him!If it wasn't for him to stick to it first, how could I make friends with him!

However, the instructors have also begun to change their attitudes. They prefer to ask Altman to answer the questions, and they prefer to let him explain their ideas.Every time he was given an extra last night, the eyes looking at him were full of anticipation and relief, almost watching a rising star... These treatments used to be Senlan's.But he didn't care, his feelings were originally indifferent, and if he left Olanna, these star apprentices and classmates who were mentors might never have the chance to see them again, and they were no different from strangers.

Why should he care about the eyes of strangers.

It was just that one night, he went back to the castle to report the progress of his studies to his grandfather.After the report, the old man did not let him go back to rest as usual. He leaned on crutches and stared at the dark sky outside the window, his eyes were a little lonely.

"Sen Lan."

He heard Grandpa speak, with a sigh in his voice.

"I have to say that the old guy Turanzo has taken in a good apprentice."

"You need to spend more time with Atman in the future, remember..."

click.

He seemed to hear something crack in his heart, and the pride and confidence in the past collapsed and shattered, revealing his naked and bruised self.He looked at the old man in disbelief, frantically wanting to question, his lips trembling.In the end, however, he said:

"it is good."

After that day, he returned to Olanna as usual.Still living the same life as before.Inseparable from Altman, playing, joking, learning, teasing.But Sen Lan knew that there were black thorns rooted deep in her heart, spreading and growing poisonous spikes.

The name of the thorn is envy.

Sen Lan, who has always been the pride of heaven, finally feels the feeling of jealousy.He tried his best and spent a lot of time reading, studying, and researching to do everything the best, but he couldn't change anything.Whether it is grandpa or others, they can only see Destiny Child.See that little guy with brown hair.Getting along with Altman made him feel tired, and he was no longer as relaxed and comfortable as before.

Suddenly one day, Sen Lan woke up from the nightmare.He dreamed that he had turned into a dark monster, exuding poison and stench.His heart was completely entwined with thorns, and blood came out.Suddenly he realized that the sores in his heart began to fester and pus at some point. In the busy pursuit, he unknowingly began to lose himself. acknoledged.

"It can't go on like this."

He admonished himself seriously in his heart.

"It can't go on like this."

Atman is not wrong, and being Destiny's Child is not something he can choose.The problem was himself.

Sen Lan knew it well, but still couldn't help it. When she got along with Atman, she showed her dark and terrifying sharp thorns.He's gone too far, and maybe Altman won't forgive again.It would be good for both of them to have some time apart.

But Sen Lan couldn't bear it, and evaded compensation for the mistakes she caused.

He still can't face Altman head-on, for fear that the unkindness that hasn't completely dissipated will strike again.Thinking of that person's poor grades in medicine, Sen Lan began to find time to write a book during her busy study.It explained in detail the methods of refining various medicines, from simple to complex, and countless prescriptions he developed were recorded in the appendix.

These priceless formulas were simply written into a book. Senlan kept improving, revised and revised, and increased the book from one finger thick to two fingers thick.When he was writing the book, he was engrossed in it, and unconsciously his mentality gradually calmed down. He has not paid attention to the eyes of others on Atman for a long time, and even the brown-haired boy rarely thinks about it again. The jealousy and darkness seem to be fading away. , he is becoming normal.

It's just that occasionally there will be an inexplicable sense of loneliness, which is suppressed by Sen Lan's deliberate neglect.Suddenly one day, Atman was taken out by Turanzo, as if he had some important mission.On the day he left, almost the whole of Olana went to see him off, and Sen Lan also went, standing far away at the end.He watched Atman looking around, as if he was looking for something, even though Turanzo urged him several times, he still turned his head and refused to leave.

He is looking for himself.

Sen Lan realized that the suppressed emotions were almost gushing out, but thinking of the book he hadn't finished editing, he took back the steps he was about to take.

Wait for him to come back.

Sen Lan thought about it, saw that Turanzo, who was waiting impatiently for Atman, shook his head and reprimanded him a few times, and then reluctantly left.

When he comes back, he will apologize.

But he didn't expect that Atman almost couldn't come back.

When the news came from the front line that Master Turanso had sacrificed and that Destiny's Child had disappeared and whereabouts were unknown, Sen Lan was like a thunderbolt.After tossing and turning all night, he left a long letter to his grandfather, sneaked into the family treasure house, armed himself from head to teeth, and finally took away the Eternal Void Seed from the family treasure house, packed his bags and went to the front line.

The war is far more cruel and terrifying than imagined. Even though Sen Lan is cautious and suspicious by nature, after all, he is still young. He has fallen into desperate situations and is on the verge of death several times. He can no longer care about his appearance and cleanliness. Come down, when he found Atman in the abyss, it was already more than half a month later.The brown-haired boy was burned almost all over his body, his chest rose and fell weakly, and he was only breathing.

Surrounded by monsters that were about to move, the alchemy armor protecting him was so fragile that only a translucent membrane remained, and it might disappear completely in a few days.Exhausted, Sen Lan couldn't help being afraid, he crawled to Atman's side, opened his teeth and poured the last bottle of master-level recovery potion directly.Seeing the brown-haired boy slowly opening his eyes and regaining his senses, Sen Lan was relieved, and it took almost all of his strength to hold back the tears.The apology that I couldn't say no matter what, was surprisingly smooth.

"sorry."

"sorry."

The two spoke in unison, and then both froze.Atman was the first to come back to his senses. He took Sen Lan's hand, arched himself into his arms, and begged sadly:

"Let's not quarrel anymore in the future, okay?"

it is good.

Sen Lan was as cautious as hearing a promise made in her heart.He took Atman with him, and used the Eternal Void Seed to return to the space coordinates that had been set long ago.Naturally, everyone was delighted at the return of Destiny's Child, and Grandpa reprimanded him for his rash and reckless actions.The layout of the battle situation in the future has also been adjusted.During this trip, Altman gained two more powerful card abilities, and his overall strength has improved to a higher level. He has basically been able to graduate from Olanna and began to lead the human coalition forces to fight back against the invasion of Chaos Great.

Sen Lan gave Atman the potion book that was finally compiled, and at the same time there was the Eternal Void Seed.The mission of Destiny's Child is too dangerous, and he needs it more than himself.

Atman is extremely busy, he gathers a group of reliable companions, the frontline success news comes frequently, bards no longer sing the epic of God, but sing the story of Atman, son of destiny.It's just that every two months, this well-known child of destiny will return to Olanna, under the tree of dawn, the noble boy waits as promised.They would sit back to back under the tree and enjoy a rare leisure time all afternoon.

Of course, there is also the usual time to test the endorsement.

"Why can you endure such a boring alchemy! Can't we talk about something else? For example, I drove those Chaos species back to their lair..."

"If you don't study, you have to learn. I have recited all the books."

"Hey woo woo woo!"

**

"Let go of me, you hurry up!"

The pouring rain fell like a waterfall, as if a hole had been opened between the heaven and the earth, the torrential rain rushed out, and the thunder was deafening, and the sky and the earth were completely enveloped in a blurred water curtain.The dark sky seemed to be collapsing, and the already rugged mountain road became steeper and slipperier.The accumulated rainwater trickled down the crevices of the ravines, turbulent and swift, like streams.

A tiny figure is struggling to climb the mountain, with a person on his back.Blood mixed with rainwater flowed down, and the legs of the man on the back hung down limply, covered with bone-cutting scars, rolled up, and turned white from the rainwater.The only raincloth wrapped him tightly, but let more rain fall on the man below.

The gust of wind lashed at the man fiercely like a whip in a torrential rain, making the thin body even more rickety, slipping every step, but he never fell down, struggling to step over puddles and rocks.The lightning like a long snake suddenly tore through the sky, and the surrounding rocks were shone brightly and whitely. The boy hurriedly turned his head under the light of the lightning for a short time, and saw the chasing soldiers sent by the Chaos Emperor behind him.

Those monsters described as terrifying are brutal, but their IQs are worrying.He had lost half of it, but the extremely exhausted physical strength and the loss of body temperature in the cold and heavy rain made his hands and feet seem to be filled with lead, making it difficult for him to move.He tried his best to be as calm as possible, acting as usual.However, the trembling of the body was still felt by the person lying on his back.Amidst the continuous thunderclap, the man raised his throat and said sharply:

"Let me down quickly! Go to the teacher of the academy, I can hold on myself!"

"Don't shake, Sen Lan."

Altman let out a breath, he couldn't open his eyes from the heavy raindrops all over the sky, but the corners of his mouth were still curled up.

"I almost didn't stand firm just now, and the two of us are about to roll off the cliff together."

Sen Lan didn't dare to move anymore, her whole body was stiff.He leaned against Altman's ear, gnashing his teeth, his final voice trembling:

"What time are you still joking..."

Altman smiled weakly, struggling to climb another mountain.He stepped on the steep and almost invisible rock crevices, and climbed up with the help of them.The pursuers behind him seemed to be getting closer. He threw out an alchemy object without looking back, and it exploded violently accompanied by heat waves and stone chips. At the moment of the explosion, he held Sen Lan in his arms, and his back was burning and painful. But at the same time, he was also pushed forward by the air wave, throwing those Chaos species behind again.

"Sen Lan, what do you think the Chaos Emperor looks like?"

The bone marrow pain and exhaustion almost crushed Altman, his vision was black, and his mind was blurred. His extraordinary willpower supported him to stabilize his trembling legs again, and ran forward with Sen Lan on his back.His mouth is incoherent and unconstrained.

"I think he's not as good-looking as you are."

"I……"

Sen Lan choked up, knowing that he was trying to divert his attention, but he couldn't continue talking.It was as if a big stone was stuck in his throat, preventing him from saying anything.

"I……"

"say something."

In the darkness, Altman accidentally stepped on a rolling stone, slipped suddenly, and almost rolled him and the boy on his back down the mountain.Panting for breath, he stumbled and continued to run forward, out of breath, holding on with only a willpower.

"Anything is fine."

"I……"

Sen Lan's eyes were sour, and the rain was streaming down the corners of his eyes.He put his arms around Atman's neck, his voice trembling and lightly almost broken:

"Atman, turn around."

The moment the brown-haired boy turned his face to the side, he leaned forward, and his lips brushed between Altman's cold brows.The lips that had lost their blood color were as cold as ice, but when they fell on the center of the brows, the feeling was really hot, like a hot and fluffy feather, fluttering and falling on the heart.

"It's a blessing, my mother told me."

Sen Lan hastily explained, as if to cover up.It was almost completely covered by the sound of rain and thunder.

"I believe you."

"My God."

Atman sighed:

"A Sen, your mother is right, I feel energetic now, and I have endless energy in my whole body."

The power that was completely overdrawn before has finally recovered, squeezed out the residual star energy in the deepest part of the bone, the dazzling silver light instantly tore the sky, the silver-white petrel soared in the storm, and disappeared with the two of them in the next second In place.

Opening his eyes again, the two of them had already appeared in front of Olanna's door.When the star disciples ran over in amazement and took over the seriously injured Sen Lan, Altman let out a breath, and without any extra strength, he lay down in the rain with a smile and gasped, letting the downpour hit him.

"Your blessing, I give full marks."

**

"Sen Lan, Sen Lan, I want to see what I will look like in 20 years."

"Just let me see, let me see."

"Hmph, boy, don't draw your voice like a baby."

Sen Lan sternly accused him of being very ruthless and unwavering in the face of Atman's prayer.Then he ruthlessly summoned the original card that transformed him into a silver ant. Altman excitedly summoned the golden butterfly. When the golden butterfly wrapped the silver ant, a new figure appeared.It's just that because of the special identity of Destiny's Child, every time there is only a phantom of that figure, and the face cannot be seen clearly.

"Hey, I also want to see what you look like when you grow up."

Atman sighed, the door was knocked, and Dragon Knight Blade leaned over and urged with a smile.The battle is getting more urgent, and the free time is gradually decreasing.Even a short time together is precious.

"You should go."

Senlan pushed him, but Altman told Ren to give him a few more minutes.The door was closed, he turned around, and mysteriously took out a pocket watch from his pocket.The amber pocket watch body is extremely delicate, the hands inside are all golden, and the tips are like hearts.

"As expected of Master Edini's work..."

Sen Lan sighed, the whole body of the pocket watch is made of the whole holy dorm crystal, which is extremely precious.Suddenly he saw Altman open the pocket watch, and mercilessly snapped off a watch hand from it, he was in a hurry and stopped:

"what are you doing!"

"Here, take it and you'll be able to find me."

Altman smiled and blinked slyly.

"If you miss me, you can use it to see me."

"Don't tell anyone, I only give you the watch needle. You can always find me, can't you?"

**

Under the light of the alchemy lamp, a pair of hands poured the crimson solution in the test tube into the boiling cauldron.The hand is very steady, and there is no splash of water.The solution poured into the crucible quickly dissolved with the original powder, but when it was half-dissolved, countless dark green bubbles suddenly appeared inside, and with a bang, the crucible was scorched black, and the mixing failed.

Sen Lan carefully recorded the fusion time and reaction results. With a wave of her hand, the scorched crucible and potion disappeared, replaced by a brand new pot.He started the experiment again, and when the progress reached the most critical moment, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open.A figure rushed in with the cold wind, and staggered onto the plush sofa.

Sen Lan shook her hand, and the crucible made the same mistake again.

"Tsk, look at what you've done."

The noble boy frowned, seeing the long white hair on the sofa twitched at the corners of his eyes, he couldn't take it anymore and pushed the boy who had collapsed on it, with a bad tone:

"Go to sleep in your hammock."

The embarrassed young man who was buried on the sofa didn't move, and even his breathing fluctuated extremely weakly.The brown hair was still stained with crystal snowflakes, and it felt extremely cold just by leaning over it, without the temperature of a living person at all.Sen Lan choked for breath, and the hand he stretched out fell on his shoulder hesitantly. She didn't dare to use force, so she pushed gently.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead, you bastard."

"I'm exhausted... Asen, I want to drink cocoa."

When the muffled voice came, Sen Lan unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He twitched the corner of his mouth and complained sarcastically:

"Yes, yes, Master Atman, your servant Senlan is at your service."

Light the fireplace, and the tower is filled with the mellow aroma of hot cocoa.Atman gulped it down in one breath, then resurrected on the spot, and sighed in satisfaction.

"Oh, Sen Lan, what would I do without you?"

"Humph."

A camel's hair towel was thrown head-on, and it directly stuck to Altman's face.

"With all due respect, all the muddy water on your body dripped onto the carpet."

His brown hair was fluffed up, and Altman was wrapped in a blanket, holding another cup of cocoa that Senlan made for him, and leaned against the cushion by the fireplace.The orange fire light was reflected in his eyes, which looked warm and scorching, like a blazing flame.As if being burned by the flames, Sen Lan avoided his gaze, and continued to modify the formula of the potion as if leaning over the table, but in fact, the quill pen drew a mess of lines on the parchment, just like his heart.

"Hey, I can stay for three days this time."

Altman looked at Sen Lan with a lazy smile while hugging the velvet cushion.

"If you want something to eat, I'll make it for you."

"Where are you going in three days?"

Sen Lan asked dryly, not being moved by Atman's begging and evasive eyes, insisting on asking:

"answer my question."

"In three days, let's go to a small slope."

Altman touched his nose with some excuses, and changed his words under Sen Lan's stern gaze:

"Okay, it's just a volcano. You know, only the high temperature of the Lava City in the Far East can forge the sword that kills the King of Chaos."

"Wait a few days before going."

Senlan said categorically:

"My potion is estimated to take ten days, no, it can be made in seven days. Take it with you before you go."

Atman said nothing, just smiled apologetically.Sen Lan understood his choice, anger welled up in her heart, but most of them were restless.He can't help with this matter, and it's useless except for refining medicine. It's just Atman's burden to force him to follow.For the first time, the proud boy realized his weakness and powerlessness.

He lowered his head, using silence to hide his embarrassment.

"Sen Lan."

At some point, Altman had already walked behind him, the brown-haired boy rested his head on Sen Lan's shoulder affectionately, smiling, half coquettish and half complaining

"Aren't you going to bless me? It's dangerous to go to the volcano."

"I don't care if you're in danger or not."

Sen Lan taunted, he pushed Altman, but did not push.At this time, the cold body soaked in ice and snow was already warmed by the fireplace, like a stove, sticking to her back, making Sen Lan's face a little hot.Altman was still acting like a baby jokingly, but Sen Lan couldn't stand it, she hurriedly turned her face to the side, her lips brushed against his eyebrows, her heart was beating like a drum.In the next second, he heard Altman whisper:

"Sen Lan, I'm about to become a god."

"Oh."

He heard himself dryly respond.The previous strong emotions seemed to have cooled down instantly, leaving only a pile of ashes.His heart seemed to be clenched tightly by invisible palms, making him breathless, and even the sound seemed to come from far away.

"Oh."

**

"What are the chances of success?"

Before the final battle, Atman came to the tower for the last time.He was silent for a long time, sitting on the hammock with brows frowning, staring blankly, as if he was thinking about something.Sen Lan had never seen him with such an expression before, and most of the time had passed before he knew it, and he finally couldn't help asking.

"It's definitely not a problem. I've seen it with Time Swordfish. There will be no mistakes."

"But, that's God..."

"Asen, don't worry."

Altman smiled reassuringly and changed the subject.

"A Sen, your birthday is coming soon, I will let the whole world celebrate your birthday, okay?"

"Tsk, is there something wrong with you?"

Sen Lan suddenly couldn't hold back his face, as if he had been poked in the middle of something, he was a little bit ashamed in his exasperation.Atman laughed and stood up.

"I'm leaving."

"Get out!"

Sen Lan was merciless, but for some reason, there was a trace of worry in her heart.He stared at the young man's leaving back, and finally couldn't help chasing him out. He stood at the door and emphasized loudly:

"My birthday is the day after tomorrow, you have to remember it clearly!"

"A word is settled!"

"The day after tomorrow, I will be back."

**

The Chaos Emperor was sealed, and the news of Andeste's rebirth quickly spread throughout the continent, and everyone was cheering. They designated this day as the 'King of Cards' Day, and all races came to sing and commemorate that person.

On her birthday, Sen Lan waited quietly under the dawn tree for a long time, from dawn to dusk, from hope to disappointment.Sen Lan didn't wait for the brown-haired boy.He directly set it to search with the watch hands, but found that it was completely useless.It is like an ordinary gold watch needle, which has no half reaction.

Only when Atman is alive can he find him by the watch hands.

Sen Lan waited for a long, long time.

Days, months, years.Decades, hundreds of years.

Atman's concept of time is really bad.

**

Legend has it that butterflies once lived in this world.

Later the gods hated butterflies.

"Wow what is this, I've never seen anything like it."

"It should be a butterfly. I've seen it in history books."

It has been a long time since the last time the newborn world encountered a catastrophe.Various races thrive in the new world, and Mott Village is an inconspicuous small village, and there have never been any big figures.Only this year, a gifted child was born.

He is not outstanding in appearance, with brown hair and brown eyes, but he has the strongest talent. As soon as he was born, a giant dragon descended and gave him his child who was still in the egg.Awakened the card when he was five years old, and he had countless strange experiences in the process of growing up, and he couldn't finish talking about it for three days and three nights.The boy was hailed as the favorite of the gods.But at the same time, he was very unlucky and always fell down when he walked.

Lucky Art, unlucky Art.

People in the village called him that, and the boy didn't mind, he just laughed.When there is no one around, he always likes to sit on the highest tree branch and look at the sky.

What exactly is God?

He often wonders whether it is really what the adults said, whether there is a pair of eyes in the sky watching him.

God must be a good person.

he thinks.When the rice was ready, there was a call from the village.Art jumped off the branch in response, and ran back happily, but fell again for some reason on the way.

"Why do you always wrestle?"

He muttered and rubbed his butt that hurt from the fall.

"God, if you really exist, bless me from wrestling in the future."

On the extremely high sky, Sen Lan was wearing a divine robe, looking down at Art from a high position.Hearing the boy's prayer, the corner of his serious and tense mouth twitched slightly, secretly letting the spring breeze trip him again.

I'm afraid Art will be in bad luck forever, God is narrow-minded and holds grudges.