The Snows of Tasikel

As precious as exotic beasts are, they are actually less enviable.

Irene Youting adapted the "Irene Youting Soul Warlock Clause" from the "Soul Warlock Code" without authorization, and stipulates that the son of the soul who is discovered will be admitted to a penance school with harsh living conditions, and is forced to learn the art of the soul. To intervene in the world is like imprisonment.Of course, that is also because the son of soul is too dangerous, and he can only be relieved if he is locked in a penance.

During the war, the soul son needs to participate in the war unconditionally and is responsible for leading the soul warlock team. The enemy will regard the soul son as the primary target to kill. The soul warlock basically has no defense power, so even with the protection of the knight, it is usually short-lived Kind of like, the previous Son of the Wind almost destroyed a country by himself, but died in the soul technique he performed in the end.

When the child of the soul grows up to the age where he can reproduce, he will be forced to have sex with a strong-blooded soul warlock of the opposite sex in order to produce offspring with powerful mana.

"To put it bluntly, in the Irene Youting Empire, soul warlocks are nothing more than high-level livestock raised by the royal family, even the son of the soul is no exception."

Gong Jiulang shook his head and sighed, he has studied dance, writing and ink, he doesn't look like his ancestors were bandits at all, but he is better than Qinghe's vulgar warrior.

It is not incomprehensible for the ruler of the Irene Youtin Empire to do so. There are few soul warlocks in the Glory Continent. Bend Island, which originally belonged to the Glory Continent, is rich in soul warlocks, but suffered a huge war a hundred years ago. Most of the soul warlocks It flowed into the Eastern Red Empire.

The "National Soul Warlock Non-Interference Treaty" that was signed later could not allow Irene Youting to recall the lost soul warlocks, so the empire could only use this method to try to make up for it.

If the son of the soul is a commoner, his family will receive a generous pension and be promoted to a noble. Unfortunately, this son of the soul called the drifter is not among them. His adoptive father is the Grand Duke of the Empire Bajinbai Tarumaki , therefore, his family could no longer receive higher honor and favor because of this.

Since ancient times, the children of souls are short-lived species, which seems to be an accepted rule.Although in theory one can live a hundred years longer by practicing the art of the soul, but now almost every country is at war, and soul warlocks are indispensable in wars, and most of the soul warlocks themselves are extremely delicate. Ye Alan, the son of water who died in the aftermath of the founding war of the Eastern Red Empire, and Pangxi, the son of the wind who went mad during the war on Bend Island, silently demonstrated this law.

At this time, Si Sheng suddenly tapped on the table with his knuckles, and raised his chin to Gong Jiulang, who had been standing tremblingly by the side, "Tell me, the information you got."

Gong Jiulang once thought of betraying the owner, but he was just cowardly and pure-hearted, so he felt a little guilty at the moment, and hurriedly poured out all the news about the Son of Soul that he had learned from other attendants.

"Following Tarumaki is the third son of the Grand Duke of the Irene Youting Empire, but he is an adopted son. From the appearance, he definitely has the blood of the Eastern Chi Continent. Some people say that he is the son of the Duke of Tarumaki and the woman of the Eastern Chi Continent. An illegitimate son, some people say that he is the son of the soul obtained by the empire through improper means because of his talents in soul art. The two older brothers above him are both imperial soldiers and do not have any soul power.

According to the public statement, Sui Liu was found to possess soul power when he was six years old, and was later found to be the son of the soul of water. Only 11 years old.The Tarumaki family has had good relations with the Kuzgud family, another Duke of the Empire..."

"This is impossible. The son of the soul can only be born in a family with a strong lineage of soul warlocks. Although Duke Tarumaki's family has military exploits for generations, there has never been a soul warlock. This follower must not be the Duke's own son. Adopted more likely."

Si Sheng only wanted to know the information about Sui Liu, so he interrupted Gong Jiulang. He took out a small note that had been pinched and deformed from his sleeve, "Today is the Knight's Loyalty Day, this son of the soul borrowed Handed it to me when we were exchanging letters."

The Love Letter of the Son of Water

Si Sheng only wanted to know the information about Sui Liu, so he interrupted Gong Jiulang. He took out a small note that had been pinched and deformed from his sleeve, "Today is the Knight's Loyalty Day, this son of the soul borrowed Handed it to me when we were exchanging letters."

Qinghe and Gong Jiulang were so surprised that they surrounded him.

Si Sheng unfolded the note, and there were many words densely written on it.

"This is... the script of the Eastern Red Continent?!" Qinghe opened his eyes wide, "Didn't this follower grow up in the Glory Continent, Irene Youting? Could it be that he has learned the language of the Eastern Red Continent?"

Si Sheng nodded, "The nobles on Erin Youting's side have the habit of learning foreign languages, unlike our Eastern Red Empire, except for soul warlocks, only translators learn other languages... But what I can't figure out is not this. A little, but...it's a poem, and I don't understand why he gave it to me."

This is a widely circulated love poem in the Eastern Red Continent. Its main content is:

It rained all day and all night,

The cold wind blows the dead leaves, whirling and drifting towards the horizon.

gray sky without sun,

Looking forward to your return on a bright sunny day.

Your smile is like sunshine.

My beloved, where have you been?

Did the flames of war burn away your return baggage?

Did the ruins bury your way back?

Is the gunpowder smoke confusing your eyes looking back?

Did the war halberd stop you from going home?

My beloved lord, I am waiting for you in the afterglow of sunset.

Please come back soon, come back soon.

Anyone who knows how to recognize the characters of the Eastern Red Continent has heard of this poem. This kind of narrative poem was very popular in the Eastern Red Empire in the past few years.

When the three of them looked at this piece of paper, they all had the feeling of being struck by thunder, and their expressions were all distorted.

"This... this is a love poem. Could it be that the son of the soul has taken a fancy to you?" Qinghe felt that he would bite his own tongue if he said this sentence.

Si Sheng also froze for a moment, "This content...is not right, and even if I like men, I can't give me a zombie."

"Hey, buddy, don't think so." Qinghe patted Si Sheng on the shoulder, "This follower Tarumaki is the son of the soul, if he is kidnapped to Dongchi Soul Association, the president will be crazy I can even imagine that President Ruan Liusheng squeezed tears out of his little eyes that had never shed tears, 'Oh my God, Si Sheng would actually do something beneficial to the association, God bless you!!', yes Isn’t it Si Sheng? Besides, it’s painted with oil paint, so it’s not sure what it looks like inside.”

"Yeah... In fact, the son of the soul is not ugly, the way he washes off the oil paint is very... very... very..." Gong Jiulang interjected at the right time.

"Please don't stutter at a time like this!" Qinghe punched him on the head.

Only then did Gong Jiulang hold back, "It's beautiful!"

"Is it... nice? What's a good idea?" Si Sheng's eyes that usually highlighted the sense of boredom suddenly shone brightly, and he tilted his head to look at Gong Jiulang, "Did you see that?"

With Si Sheng's opinion, Gong Jiulang felt like a frog being stared at by a snake, and couldn't help stammering, "Yes, yes, yes, that's... even if it's very beautiful, I can't say it, I, I, I... I'm too scared I can't take a closer look at him."

Si Sheng didn't expect Gong Jiulang to be so nervous that he could tell why, but since Gong Jiulang said that about the son of the soul, it must be good-looking.

He rubbed his chin and looked at the love poems. After waiting for a long time, he finally couldn't stop talking, "Qinghe is right, maybe I should go see him..."

"Hey... no way!" Qinghe rolled his eyes at the boss, "It's because you haven't had a partner for a while, but you won't be so depressed that you want to find the Son of Soul as a lover..."

After these people quarreled, they still couldn't understand the note. It's not right to say it's a love poem.Even if the son of the soul had his eyes on Si Sheng, he would not come up with such a love poem that was so wrong, and it was wrinkled...

"I think..." At this moment Si Sheng said suddenly: "I know what's going on, this wrinkle!"

Qinghe heard something, "You mean this...was it folded like this on purpose?"

"Perhaps, judging from the behavior of the Son of Soul, he is obsessed with cleanliness. People who are usually obsessed with cleanliness must fold the notes neatly. How could they be so crumpled and there are other ink stains on them."

"Maybe he was nervous..."

"...I don't think so."

Si Shengjing folded the note along the creases automatically, so that it regained its pinched and deformed appearance. They found a candle and faced the candlelight. Sure enough, the words on the front and the words on the back were scattered with ink They overlapped together, and through the firelight, they formed a neat row.

However, neither Si Sheng nor Qing He knew what they were writing.

"This son of soul is not playing tricks on us, is he?" Qinghe looked up at the words through the candlelight.

"No, it must be some kind of password... It's just that we don't know each other." Si Sheng also looked at it.

"This... this is another language!" Gong Jiulang suddenly shouted, "This is the ancient Wandao language of the Glory Continent. Our family fled to the Eastern Red Continent during the Bendao War 100 years ago, so I Know this word!"

Si Sheng and Qinghe were overjoyed, so they ordered Gong Jiulang to translate, but Gong Jiulang was not proficient either, so he read it for a long time, and after a while