I!The god of salted fish, was overheard by Master Lolita

Is a child without a past.

Daddy told him that he was picked up by him, that he was an orphan brought back from the battlefield and the cold winter.

But don't know why.

Although only for a few days.

But when he woke up and saw his father, he felt extra kind and revered.

It was as if he had been by his side for countless years.

As if.

As it should be.

So when his father asked him if he would like to go with him, he replied without any hesitation.

"I am willing."

Walking on the street, looking at the bustling surroundings with interest.

And at this moment, a person in the square suddenly attracted his attention. It seemed to be a wandering poet, wearing a big purple robe, holding a harp in his hand, eyes closed, fingers stroking the strings.

The melodious piano sound is particularly sweet and sad.

He didn't understand music, but for some reason, when he heard the sound of the piano, he felt surprisingly familiar.

He walked towards the wandering poet in a daze, at a loss for what to do with the mournful piano sound, but lost his mind.

at last.

He still couldn't help opening his mouth, and asked in a daze:

"Hello...Excuse me, what song is this..."

The wandering poet stopped, raised his head, showed green smiling eyes, and said softly:

"This is a song from 1000 years ago. Few people know this song. It is called "Elegy of the Violet Empire". According to legend, it was composed by the last surviving soldiers of the Violet Empire when the Violet Empire fell. My child , do you like this song very much?"

For a moment, without knowing why, Lin Meng stood there in a daze, feeling his mind was blank.

He lowered his head in a daze, and said, "I don't like it, it's too sad."

The wandering poet said softly: "Why do you feel sad? The demise of that empire, in the eyes of many people, is a very exciting thing."

Lin Meng sat cross-legged on the ground, bowed his head and said, "Fart."

The wandering poet said softly: "Do you know the history of the Violet Empire?"

Lin Meng whispered: "I don't know, but I don't think the demise of any country will inspire people."

The wandering poet's soft tone slowly lingered, and he said softly: "Yes, you are quite right, especially for those who have experienced it, they don't think that empire has perished."

Lin Meng was suddenly in a trance, as if something was constantly pounding in his heart.

Violet Empire... Violet...

Obviously he doesn't have any impression, but why, he feels heartbroken.

It hurts.

It hurts like a needle prick.

"Would you like to hear me tell the history of that empire? Few of the children of this era are interested in the past."

Lin Meng didn't know when he nodded, he sat there in a daze, listening to the wandering poet's narration.

From the establishment and conquest of empires.

From endless glory to fighting against God.

Falling quickly during the most glorious period of the empire, his voice was like some kind of magical power, as if it had dragged him into the chaotic battlefield 1000 years ago.

There were roars, swords piercing flesh, explosions, crying, thunder and unyielding cries.

Even all the way to the end.

He seemed to have personally experienced that battlefield, as if he had really experienced the tragic years of extinction.

"The Violet Empire has been gradually dying since that war. It was a history of resistance and oppression. They wanted a result from God, but in the end they were ruthlessly suppressed, leaving nothing behind."

"Many people say that era was the stupidest era, because they didn't know how to be flexible, enjoy themselves, and keep their own place, so they died."

Lin Meng listened in a daze.

He bowed his head.

At some point, his hands were already wet.

It seemed that something was flowing down from his face and wet his hands.

In a dazed state, he seemed to see the wandering poet handing him something.

It was a coat of arms engraved with violet flowers, and the purple petals bloomed, as if soaked in blood and fire.

"This is the former symbol of the Violet Empire. It symbolizes eternal loyalty and pursuit. If you like it, I will leave it to you."

He took that coat of arms.

Dazedly.

It seemed that the coat of arms weighed a thousand catties, and it seemed that when he took it, it was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

And when he raised his head again.

The wandering poet has disappeared.

Only the faint elegy proved that he had been here.

this day.

He fell asleep.

For some unknown reason, he returned home in a daze. Today was the first time he failed to follow the training task left by his father.

Holding that coat of arms alone, sitting for an entire afternoon.

No one knew what he was thinking.

He was silent, and even let the university cover his whole body.

until evening.

until late at night.

He didn't fall asleep in a trance until the early hours of the morning.

He had a dream, an extremely real dream, he dreamed of the fall of the king, he dreamed of countless soldiers falling in pieces, he dreamed of the death-like despair brought by the gods.

Can't die, don't want to die, don't deserve to die!

He dreamed that the crowd sang the last dirge hollowly before dying.

He dreamed that there was a man carrying the king's body on his back and walking alone in the desert step by step.

It is death, it is disillusionment, it is loneliness.

At the end of the dream, he seemed to be left alone, no matter how much he chased and shouted, no one turned back.

It was just as if someone was shouting to him, and it seemed to be the swan song in his own heart.

east!

east!

"east!"

He suddenly sat up from the bed, trembling all over his eyes, and his whole body was already wet with sweat.

He didn't know what he was doing, he quickly opened the gate, grabbed his wooden sword, rushed out of the yard, out of the street, and desperately rushed out of the city wall alone.

He was panting, but he didn't seem to feel the cold of the night, nor the tingling pain under his feet.

The voice kept telling him.

go east.

Seek it eastward.

There was the last embers of the violet, whose petals were withered, but in the ashes it would sprout new leaves.

That's where you belong.

He kept running, kept moving forward, gritted his teeth, and let the sweat freeze, but the hands holding the sword and the coat of arms were stubbornly refusing to let go.

The endless snow has frozen the wilderness everywhere.

There was only one young man desperately pursuing in the ice and snow.

It seems that the whole years have passed.

across the entire ice sheet.

Finally, the morning sun was about to rise at sunrise, at the moment when the first ray of dawn passed across the high fortress.

The boy who had trekked through the cold night for a whole night finally raised his head.

On the high city wall, the coat of arms of the huge violet flower is reflected in the dawn of the east, flying in the wind.

For an instant.

Eyes full of tears.

"I found it!"

Chapter 241 is already working hard on the second day.

"Sun Thief, don't think that I don't know that it's you who did it!"

Lin En grabbed the Sun Thief by the collar, squinted his eyes and looked at him deeply, saying:

"What did you lead him there for?! He hasn't recovered his memory yet, what did you let him contact my army so early?!"

Looking into Lin En's eyes, the Sun Thief did not resist, allowing Lin En to vent his anger on him.

But this time was different, he didn't give up as quickly as before, but looked into Lin En's eyes very seriously, without flinching.

"Lyn, I may have thought that what you did was right before, but this time, I don't think I was wrong."

"He is the soul king and Lin Meng, and the Violet Empire is his affiliation. If you really want to change his paranoid loyalty to you, then you should let him grow up in the army, not in yours." Beside!"

Lin En grabbed his collar vigorously and said angrily:

"What do you mean?"

The Sun Thief took a deep breath, his eyes full of complexity.

The so-called bystander clear.

It is because he stays out of the matter that he can see more what Lynn himself cannot see.

"Lynn, you shouldn't make the same mistakes you once made."

"Don't think that I don't know. The reason why you named him that way is because you couldn't let it go. You saw the shadow of your own son in him. You let him treat you as a father, not as a father. A king!"

The Sun Thief almost tried his best to speak out the words in his heart. He gasped and forcibly resisted the huge pressure that Lin En gave him.

He had wanted to say these words a long time ago.

Because more than 1000 years ago, he had already seen the problem.

But he never had a chance.

But now, under the circumstances that the Soul King has already made a big mistake, he absolutely does not want Lynn to make the same mistakes as in the past again.

But he still committed a crime.

The moment he heard Lin Meng call him daddy, he already knew that Lin En didn't really want to understand the problem of the soul king.

Because it wasn't the soul king who had the problem.

But him!

Why can the soul king paranoidly abandon his own ideals and even his comrades for his resurrection?

That's because from the very beginning.