Who Says Knights Can't Backstab?

After finishing three chapters, I have a new understanding of the situation and goals of Cyril, the male protagonist of this book. In terms of difficulty, if I compare it with several amber books I have read (Amber, Cang Qing, Demon Hunter, Holy Sword), in the fourth volume of this book so far, Cyril's main enemies are only the surrounding enemy countries Arcane Emma and Palandia, as well as the domestic nobles. In terms of difficulty of the main story, he is only slightly better than Asker who travels around the continent with his girl (the others are either dusk, void, abyss, or disaster). After all, his current goal is just to let this country survive, and it is far from having a great desire to save the world. This goal, to put it simply, is easy to achieve, because the current enemies can influence and intervene from the perspective of him who has experienced the plot. It was difficult to say the least, because a crisis that could destroy the world would also affect his desire to survive the country, so he killed the gods to save the world. So, as long as there is no epoch-changing crisis after the fourth volume~ The disaster of world destruction is about to awaken~ The existence of the void is about to come~ The devil of the abyss is coming to conquer the world again~ Then Cyril has a bright future, his The wish is still very easy to come true. Of course, if there is a conspiracy and conspiracy like the bloodline of the kingdom next door that reverses and reverses again, and the terrifying enemy combat power is enough to overturn the table, I will pretend that I didn't say it I wish the novel will get better and better (￣▽￣)

Amber Stream, a book with great potential. I think he has a chance to become a good novel. As for other tags travel? Harem? Maybe it's too early to label it that way. Growth and Plot flow are the only two labels I can put on it. The young man has come to a different world. Will he save the world beyond his own capabilities? This is the biggest controversy in this book so far. The male protagonist came to a familiar but unfamiliar game world, and faced La Rochelle, who was about to be completely defeated. He did not seek to "save his life and the troubled times" but tried to "save the country" With the memories of his previous life, he did not go farming and develop Doing things that exceed his own capabilities Is that so? The author has been contacted and explained many times in the book review area, and I also have some speculations of my own The protagonist doesn't know why he came here and where he will go in the future, but he has to do something now. Having worked hard for something but failed, will you take action first when you suddenly get a second chance? He wanted to try again, so he got on. Whether it is reasonable for the author to choose the declining Western Fantasy as his first novel, but he has to take the first step. Worry about being shelved while your dreams are still hot. Then the author opened a certain gate, and the story began to flow. So it is not only the protagonist who is conflicted, but also the author. So the label is growth. Growth It is not just the growth of the protagonist It is the growth of a young man and a new author Because of a certain opportunity, it can also be said that it is a miracle, the people in the book and outside the book began to grow together. Will the protagonist be defeated by reality, run away in despair, go farming in a low-key manner, and then save the world in a magical disguise? Will the author be defeated by reality, numb to life in a city of steel and concrete, and only move forward according to inertia? Youth Youth, I have used this word to describe the protagonist many times in book reviews. Different from the conventional people who are precipitated through time, he has a rough appearance, escapes without losing his rationality, and has not been defeated by life, so ideals will become his first driving force. This word is used to describe the author's thinking. I saw many comments praising the author, saying that his writing skills are so sophisticated that he doesn't look like a newcomer. Although the narration of the story does have a sense of sophistication, I still think that he is probably a newcomer. In just eighty chapters, I saw not only his jerky narration, but also his beautiful flashbacks, and his sophisticated and eye-popping moves. What is even more gratifying is that the growth of the author can be seen. From the ultimate boss Caroline who has almost become a transparent person except for being well-behaved at the beginning, to Alina in the underground palace, the author has become more and more skillful in establishing the image of the character when he first appeared. The character is no longer a vassal who helps the protagonist advance the plot, but an excellent character who can impress readers from the beginning and has the potential to become the core. It can be seen that the author is consciously downplaying the impact of golden fingers and past life memories on growth, whether it is because the system panel does not change the values, or it has been driven by various events until now. The author is also consciously trying to get rid of the "game" identity of this world and create more flesh-and-blood characters and stories with characters other than the protagonist. Will it be the plot flow I expect? The author has great potential and I am willing to have high hopes. To praise the author as the starting point of the future, the God of Heaven, is definitely flattering. Of course, I have no doubt that this author will leave a mark on the declining Western Fantasy at the starting point - it should be said that he is writing, and it will take time to verify whether the handwriting is deep or shallow. The story at this time is reaching its first climax. A knight who knows how to backstab comes to the battlefield where the gods fight. It is very suitable for newcomers to enter the pit and confirm my opinions. A work worth looking forward to, I hope more readers will try this work In addition, the updates seem to be very stable (laughing)

How should I put it? After reading about 200,000 words, I have two main problems. One of the highlights of this book is probably one of the author's ideas. The protagonist, as a senior rogue, had to become a knight after traveling into the game world, and finally became a "knight who can backstab". Judging from many early descriptions, the author really wanted to show the knight's "glory" and "justice" attributes in the protagonist, but what about what the protagonist actually did? Just because Caroline will be a big boss in the future, I want to kill her. I also want to kill the resistance leader and the rogue mentor. And although the book emphasizes that they are not good people in the game, these are only based on the protagonist's judgment of what they will do in the future, and none of this is known after the protagonist travels through time. There is a contradiction between the protagonist's behavior and what the author wants to express. And the reason why the protagonist wants to save his country is indeed given in the book. It seems to be about making up for his regrets or something (sorry, I can't remember clearly). Anyway, in my opinion, this reason is not enough to be a reason for a shrewd wanderer to save the country even at the cost. The second problem is numerical problem. The protagonist is only level 3 or 4 in the early stage, but he can fight against vampires of level 20 or 30. It stands to reason that the vampire can directly crush the protagonist numerically, right? Moreover, the book says that upgrading is relatively difficult, so from this point of view, the benefits of upgrading cannot be compared with the effort. When exploring the Dragon Corpse Underground Palace, the protagonist can even fight against Visconti's undead, which seems quite unreasonable to me. In general, although the author has numericalized the abilities, he actually weakened the numerical values ​​when writing, preferring a Western fantasy with no numerical values, which feels a bit fragmented. There is also the matter of learning skills. The author said that the game panel cannot help learning skills for the first time, probably to reinforce the concept that this is a real world. However, the process of learning skills by the protagonist is very easy, and it can basically be done in one go. This is a bit far-fetched to explain even if the protagonist is "very talented" and has the experience of being a "senior wanderer". It is not as refreshing as directly telling the game panel whether to learn or not. After all, this is just a corner.

How to put it this way, for now, I personally don't feel as comfortable watching it as Lord of the Abyss. For example, in the scene with Alina, the ancestor's bones were turned into skeletons by the lich. Shouldn't I feel angry and have a sense of being blasphemed? As a result, there was a lot of talk, including the upgrading of the protagonist, and the skills were not mentioned whether you can develop new skills by yourself, or you can only learn the skill book from the instructor (well, others don't know, anyway, I was very confused and uncomfortable, and I didn't have the same sense of clarity as when I watched Lord of the Abyss), and the combat power was not clear (why The protagonist, a fifth-level rookie, can play so happily and happily with a rogue who is at least 20 levels higher than him), and his mentality has not calmed down. It still feels like playing a game, life is not life, and he just rushes in without understanding anything (he is not afraid of death at all, does not care about life, and has no wretched development period before jumping straight into it)

The bookshelf I added a few days ago was a bit dull when I read the first few chapters, so I put it on the bookshelf when I read about chapter 20 and added a book club first. I clicked on it again last night and continued reading. I found that the writing became more and more exciting as I read it, and I lost track of time. The middle and later stages of Tower of the North Wind are amazingly written, and Poi is a newcomer who is even better than some old authors! (The time of posting proves everything... I originally planned not to stay up late, but ended up staying up until after four o'clock to catch up on the new chapter..._(´ཀ`‖ ∠)__ )

I feel like it's okay The overall idea is pretty good and remarkable, and the beginning is quite attractive. But the too many chance encounters in the first few chapters are a bit too deliberate, and the number of encounters with bosses in the later stages is a bit ridiculous. After all, this is not the era of adventure streaming many years ago. Is it really okay to just swipe important NPCs in the face so hard? A lot of battles are just hard fights regardless of the level difference, but I haven't seen too much yet. Maybe there will be a patch later. If you keep doing things like forcibly jumping levels, who knows if the combat power system will collapse. Then there is the issue of world view. It is rare to see more detailed descriptions of the natural and cultural environment. I only know that it is a different world, and it is difficult to have a sense of the picture or the overall concept.

Kavin is fine, don't worry. The author will sort out the outline.

The plot is a bit messy. The author wrote it too fast. Please be a little more fluent. You have written more than 70 chapters while other authors have written more than 200 chapters. It's too messy.

After reading the Northern Xinjiang chapter, tell me your feelings about this book. First of all, I can say that this book can be called a good book. Although the design of some large frames is a bit "conventional", the writing is not bad and still gives people a good look and feel. But there are still a few points to say Firstly, the image of the "heroine" Caroline cannot be said to be plump, including the other female characters except the leader. It can be said that there is almost no emotional scenes and so-called "sugar", but this cannot be said to be a shortcoming. Secondly, in some places in the early stage, the author would introduce some characters in a surprising tone, which does seem a bit "awkward". But you can just laugh it off. Third, we can see the author's efforts and it can be said that the future is promising.

Don't be ridiculous, such a good novel is really hard to resist

Following the article, I will write a few comments. A previous comment said, "How this country is destroyed is just a plot for the player. How to get to the point where the protagonist becomes what he must do, and saving this country does not benefit the protagonist at all." I have read a lot of time travel stories, some of which go back to one's own past and abuse scum and change one's life, and some of which travel to the past era or another world and strive to become a superior person. After the readers take the role, they have fun along with them. There are also some novels in which not only did one achieve some achievements after traveling through time, but he also helped save many people and reached a higher level. At the beginning of this book, the protagonist is reborn in the game world, and the game becomes a reality. He is surrounded by the big boss of the undead world in the future. The reason should be that he is also a human being, and the two sides in the war are not humans and humans, but undead and humans. He doesn't want to see the destruction of living beings. These are deeply engraved in his DNA, so he can act without thinking. Compared to the sophisticated egoist who has seen too many stories, such a protagonist and such a choice are undoubtedly very cute. Reading the whole story now, it is a very clean and beautiful young man's adventure. From the main character to the supporting characters, everything is very clean and not greasy. The relationship between people is also hilarious, innocent and beautiful, like a fairy tale. The skill settings are creative. Stealth can completely escape into the shadow world that is parallel to the main world or attached to the main world. People are looking forward to the subsequent skill and character upgrades. Finally, two chapters a day is not enough, so please try your best😄

Is there any Shen Nong? Let's see if this book is edible.

Isn't the protagonist just playing a game? How come he wants to save the country so much after traveling through time? How the country is destroyed is just a plot for the player. How come it becomes what the protagonist must do? Saving the country has no benefit to the protagonist at all. So why does the protagonist desperately do something that has nothing to do with him? ? ?

It felt like something was wrong. The protagonist was obviously on the side of the country, but the country did not reflect his attractive and convincing characteristics.

Gray brown hair color, pointed ears, silver knight sword, perfect! 😎

Veronica and Narola

Write some fan fiction, During this period of pursuing books, I also saw a lot of doubts about the subjective initiative of the male protagonist, so I added some insights into the protagonist in the article. [Text] Why choose a rogue, why do you want to be alone. Like walking in the dark? Like to dance on the edge of a knife? Do you like the exhilarating feeling of running down your spine with cold sweat when you are on the line between life and death? No, he hates boring management, and he hates winning by relying on team grinding over and over again to test the boss skills of the game mechanism with human life. He likes to prepare to the best of his ability to face the unknown future, likes to reverse the situation or the long pain after a long battle. It was dripping with pleasure and dripping with pain. He walked alone in the lonely wilderness, in the rugged valleys, by the white river beaches, in the jungles with colorful light and shadow, and in the ruins of a single person. Except dripping, there is no other word that can encompass the various tastes involved. He hates mages who carefully survey their opponents before fighting to match their spells. He despises the soldiers who rush forward without any care or brains. He hates nobles who talk about mercy and sacrifice in a sanctimonious manner. He is an appreciator of misfortune, fate, and coincidence. He was excited to encounter a chasm that he could not cross with all his strength, but regretted his defeat, and then regained his mood and set off again. But I also look forward to being able to create miracles with my own hands, break down numerous obstacles, and use the impossible to achieve heroic epics. He didn't know why he woke up here, he didn't know why he came here and where he was going, but he had a second chance. Second chance! His blood boils every time he thinks of this. He still wants to save La Rochelle, so this time he needs many like-minded teammates and has to do a lot of life-threatening things. What is Alina's future? Is she worth betting on? Cyril didn't know. "There are still three minutes." The girl's body trembled and she wanted to move forward. Should we laugh at her for being dazzled by the glory of the pedantic aristocracy? She is glowing. Fuck Mingzhe to protect himself and go to charge! Cyril hit the skeleton in front of him with his shield "Hey, standing in front of you is the strongest wanderer on the entire continent in the next twenty years, a faithless person who walks in light and darkness at the same time." Cyril only felt that his thoughts were clear, and he even had time to make a joke that went unanswered. The soul fire in Bai Gu's eye sockets swayed slightly, and he used the block just now to retreat and gain some distance. Sheath the sword, gather momentum, and draw the sword. That is the power brought by diligent practice while still alive, integrating it into the sword skills engraved in the bones of the soul. What is a swordsman? If one sword is not fair, another sword will strike. So why should you put away your sword, and what is the next sword? The PK experience related to the swordsman after twenty years of wandering alone passed through my heart like a waterfall. Is it a stabbing start, but left or right? Cyril's heart beat rapidly. Bet on the left! This is when he once again leaves the victory or defeat to the fate of the depths of chaos, and it is his fate to put the stakes on the gambling table. There is nothing more exciting than the outcome of a bet on your life. The tension and anticipation are unparalleled. "!" Guessed it right! The tearing feeling from the tiger's mouth made him miserable, and the harsh collision sound made him start to feel dizzy. But it doesn't matter, it's his turn to fight back! No one knows how to fight unprepared better than a rogue! Success is at hand! All private settings are OOC, I hope the author will not slap me in the face too early x

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Just read it, the division of strength levels in this book is a mystery 🤔🤔 It's hard to distinguish between a few levels and dozens of levels 🤔🤔 The difference in attributes is not even noticeable in a second 🤔🤔

Intrusion and deletion()

In Huiyao Continent, people who are proficient in astrological predictions will reveal too many secrets. Before death, you will receive Danya's gift or curse: before you die, you can see the long future, but no one can know it except yourself - The gift is to see a beautiful future, and the curse is to see an irreversible tragedy. "There is a dragon in the north, and the tower collapses!" At the end of the ceremony, large and small crystal balls beside the host exploded one after another, cutting his exposed skin. The blood mist caused by the fragments and the ceremony venue The burnt incense inside mixed with it, filling it with an unidentifiable smell Carnegie Antonio tried his best to swallow the blood in his throat, and wrote the results of the divination in the most straightforward words on the tablet that had been blessed by the sacrifice. This is the most advanced blood sacrifice divination among divination, using your own life as a medium to ask questions about the future——If you want it to happen, you must sacrifice your own head first. Danya responded to him - so he saw the future and managed to speak it out. Danya responded to him - so he was going to die so he saw the indescribable clearer future - the undead overran the city, Saint-Emma took the opportunity to devour it, and La Rochelle was in turmoil. He saw the daughter of a blacksmith in the north being taken away by the undead, and in the next moment it was the shadow of twilight that stopped the baby from crying. He saw the girl who was trying to restore the glory of her family, falling on the cold ground of the underground palace, her eyes gradually losing their luster. He saw a dragon rising from the underground palace, and the North Wind Tower was devastated. He saw someone raising his sword to shake the bone dragon hard, and at the last moment he used his life to pass the last sword into the soul fire. He saw someone taking up his sword and leaving the city, calmly going to his death. Seeing that he had used all his life's knowledge and used all his methods, in the end he was completely destroyed, but it was just a high-level spell. He saw the noble princes who usually idle around in the royal city picked up swords and fell to different cities one after another without retreating. Even the most shameless playboys in daily life did not tarnish the family's honor when Saint Emma took the opportunity to devour them. He saw someone who overestimated his ability and rode into the battle alone, just to arouse a glimmer of bravery in the numb and timid soldiers. He saw countless people, big and small, who could hold on for even a moment longer for La Rochelle. One after another, one after another, go to death calmly. They can't help themselves, and they can't turn back. They strive to become the fire seeds of inheritance in the ruins. But they all went out, like fireflies rising and falling. It's too bad, every possible future is too bad Carnegie's eyes have shed tears of blood. He stumbled and fell in front of the case, his consciousness gradually blurred, but he was unwilling to close his eyes. Even if it is a curse, even if every future is like this. Look at another possibility, Danya is on top! Your unfaithful believers are begging you here, please let me see another possibility. So he saw—— In a certain future, the knight who had led the undead to attack the city countless times stood in front of the battle. He is no longer the trapper who brings despair to La Rochelle, this time he has La Rochelle with his back. His hair shone golden in the sun, his head held high, and he raised his sword. Surrounded by wind elements. He is not alone Many lonely figures who have appeared in the timeline are standing behind him They are still calm, but this time they are not going to die calmly. What happened next? No more, no more It's time to look at what's behind him. He saw many urchins who had pulled his beard and grew up into teenagers. One day they would deliberately take a detour to Wangdu Park and stop at the lounge chair where he was basking in the sun. He saw a young boy living on the street eating half a piece of cheese bread and lying on a haystack looking up at the stars. There were stars and the future in his eyes, just like he did back then. He saw a chef making a new flavor of carrot salad, which looked delicious. That's great.

The early setting should be written in the style of personal invincibility, but it was written in a way that makes it difficult to lead the mainstream. There are too many harems but the growth potential is not high. In fact, according to the background setting, it can be written as the growth history of the adventure team. He has the skills of three professions at his disposal. He can assemble his own team members with foresight and participate in historical events to improve himself. Leaders do not rely on individuals. You can write without giving them such a big golden finger.

1. Three mages (Martin, Heyman, Coren) Identity: Mage of the North Wind Tower Cause of death: Killed by the necromancer Mom Morris (Among them, Coren fell to death) Chapter: Volume 1 Chapter 40 2.Carnegie Antonio Identity: Chief Astrologer of the Royal Family of La Rochelle Cause of Death: Blood Sacrifice Divination Chapter: Volume One Chapter Eighty-Six 3.Clinco Identity: Soldier of the North Wind Tower Cause of Death: Died at the end of the battle to defend the city Chapter: Volume One Chapter 99 4.Belinda Sinai Identity: Second Miss of the Sinai Family Cause of Death: Backstabbing Ambrose failed, but his heart was taken out instead Chapter: Volume 2 Chapter 89 5.Therses Tmundson Identity: Gryphon Knight without a Bird Cause of Death: Killed by Ambrose while rescuing Cyril Chapter: Volume 2 Chapter 93

Who says knights can't backstab? The noble mage behind the scenes is reborn. This plug-in is too good.

It was so uncomfortable to watch the crusade against the Baron. I knew I couldn't beat him, and support was coming soon, but I still had to take myself and my teammates to wander around, and my teammates were killed, emmm.

(Written at the beginning: This article is a fanfic of Alina. It is not a plot that has happened in the main text. It only represents personal settings and preferences. If there is any discrepancy, please refer to the main text. Thank you for reading) [The following is the text] "Alina... Alina..." Hearing someone calling her name, Alina came back from her confusion. As the sun sets, the dim light shines into the house through the gray windows next to it, and complements the slightly swaying candlelight on the candlestick in front of it against the dilapidated wall, illuminating half of the empty hall. Familiar, yet strange - this is the dilapidated ancestral home of the Visconti family. As the family declined and fell into disrepair, even she only visited it a few times when she was a child. When did she come back here again? "Alina, you are back." An old but tough voice came, arousing memories in Alina's heart. She's back, yes, she's back home. She works at the flower shop until six o'clock in the evening every day. After get off work, she will have a simple dinner at the kind-hearted flower shop aunt's house, and then she will have a rare free time. "It's getting late, let's start as soon as possible." The old man's voice once again called Alina back to reality. Looking towards the source, a tall and energetic old man stood up from the dark seat and walked forward. At this moment, Elena finally remembered that the person standing in front of her was the head of the Visconti family and her grandfather, the old man who had always frowned since he could remember. But——she had no clue at this time about what the old man said. "Elina, where is your sword? Why don't you draw it yet?" Sword? Ever since she learned to sword, she had always carried her sword with her, even when not in use. After hearing Grandpa's questioning, his hands subconsciously touched his waist. Fortunately, just as she expected, her weapon was still hanging there obediently, and she took it out and lay in front of her. A wooden training sword is enough to cope with the current situation. Although the cause and effect have not been clarified, we can only take one step at a time. "... Nonsense!" The old man suddenly became angry and came to her in two steps at a speed that was not suitable for his age. A wooden sword appeared in his right hand and he attacked her directly. How could Erina have expected such a situation? She did not dodge hastily, but was hit hard on the head with the blade of the wooden sword. This move almost brought tears to Alina's eyes. Coupled with the severe pain on the top of her head, for a moment, the surroundings even started to spin, and everything in front of her eyes became a little blurry. But Alina was no longer the crybabies she used to be. She held back the tears in her eyes, shook her head to wake up, and looked at the old man with puzzled eyes. "You are not stable in your stance, weak in holding the sword, your eyes are wandering, and your mind is not on you at all. How can you learn swordsmanship from me with all your heart!" The old man's words were stern, and there was blame everywhere in his sentences. Alina knew she was in the wrong, so she lowered her head. Seeing that Alina was willing to admit her mistake, the old man once again distanced himself and took a correct stance. Compared with the postures in the sword manuals she had seen, they were almost exactly the same. Alina knew that her swordsmanship was not as good as her grandfather's, and he must also know the tricks she was familiar with. After careful consideration, she did not take action rashly, but this only aroused the old man's dissatisfaction, and the urging in her tone became more obvious. But if you go up like this, you won't get beaten... Alina moved her steps, but she still didn't intend to express her feelings about Xiao Jiujiu, nor did she intend to launch an attack. "What's wrong! Why don't you attack me! Are you afraid?!" "..." "What's wrong! What are you hesitating about! The legitimate heir of the Visconti family, but you are timid before fighting! So your desire to revenge and revive the family is just child's play!" Even Elena's peaceful temperament was a little angry at this time. How could she forget the wishes she had made along the way, how could she forget the last figures of her parents before they died, and forget the ugly faces of those cunning businessmen when they took away the last property of her family - therefore, even if no one could teach her sword skills, she still secretly preserved the ancestral sword manual and practiced it every night, just for the obsession in her heart. So, she no longer hesitated, stepped forward, and struck with her sword. However, some realities are not subject to her will. The old man silently lowered his voice, turned sideways, raised slightly, and deflected Alina's sword edge, and she was also pushed to the other side by the old man. Although she was not attacked, Alina knew very well that if grandpa had his heart, she should be lying on the ground now. She stabilized her body, recalled the moves in her memory, and then stepped forward again. The wooden swords struck each other. Without any surprise, her attack was blocked again. Alina took two steps back, hesitated, and began to think about specific strategies against the enemy. Exactly what tactics to use and where to start are the problems she is facing now. Although it is not a life and death fight now, Alina still wants to surprise her grandfather in her heart. After all, after a long period of adventure, her swordsmanship has improved greatly, and she has almost completed the first half of the family sword manual. Although it may not have any effect, if she can get her grandfather's approval, it has always been her wish... The old man spoke again, his voice was not loud, but calm and stern, "Alina, do you still remember the motto that the Visconti family adheres to that I told you?" Of course, she will never forget it. On that not-so-bright afternoon, in the same room, when she first saw him in her memory, she could only remember those words. Nobles, only responsibility cannot be given up. "Now, are you going to run away? Just because the opponent is strong? Or even just familiar with your moves? Are you giving up the courage to fight?" Of course not. Alina already had the answer in her heart, and her idea of ​​showing her determination became stronger. She recalled the various fighting techniques she had seen and heard, and soon, an idea appeared in her mind. Use your speed advantage to accelerate around and then launch an attack. This was a trick she learned from Mr. Cyril. Although it was a bit cunning, she had no choice. Alina planned the route, and then began to slowly increase her pace. First, he feints to attack from the front, then retreats to distance himself as soon as there is a slight contact, and speeds up his pace. Her battle had never been so smooth, and at this moment, she was full of confidence. However, the next moment, her attack was still resisted and blocked. However, when the old man turned around, she could vaguely see a faint smile. "Very good, good job, continue." Alina was no longer afraid and stepped forward with her sword. There is nothing to be afraid of. She has awakened, twice. She has never been so excited, so awake, yet so disappointed. She understood that the dream was coming to an end. Alina has always been very clear about the shortcomings of her swordsmanship: a weak foundation and rigid moves. Because no one taught her, she had to understand and learn many skills on her own. On the one hand, mistakes would inevitably occur without anyone to guide her. On the other hand, she was tired of confirming and finding the right path, and instead relied more on the moves in the sword manual without her own understanding. She wanted to change, but it was easier said than done. You may be able to reflect on your mistakes during training, but once you face danger, your mind will always be picking and choosing among the moves you are most proficient in, let alone adapting to changes. Therefore, Alina has been looking forward to someone who can help her solve the problem and help her get out of the predicament, just like this dream. She has consulted Cyril, Evans, and even Mia, Misha and even Caroline from different professions - but perhaps the most important thing is herself. Just like the battle in this dream, perhaps what troubled her was never the complicated skills or superb swordsmanship, but her own hesitation, which kept her from moving forward. She has the goal of revenge, which drives her to become stronger. It drives her to wake up from her dream soon, pick up the sword, try, practice, and find her own breakthrough. Alina could feel that everything in the dream was slowly fading away. The characters, walls, and ground were gradually disappearing. She gradually couldn't hear what her grandfather was saying. In a daze, she could even see a thick dark gray magic book in front of her. That was Miss Mia's magic book. It fell from the table last night and hit her on the head. Even now, she can still vaguely feel the slight pain on her forehead - maybe it was because Caroline accidentally kicked the corner of the table in her sleep. Perhaps, it's time to wake up. At this moment, her grandfather's old but kind voice came to her ears from the dream. "Alina... If you are tired, remember to take a rest." At this moment, Alina opened her eyes, and liquid slid down the corners of her eyes. Dream, wake up.

Deep in the forest, the environment is silent with a messy beauty The group of people who escaped from the beast tide parked the carriage in an open space, surrounded by fallen trees. The green grassland spreads along the road, and various unknown wildflowers and weeds bloom under the catalysis of magic. They follow the ruts of the carriage and fill the road with fragrance. The elf girl couldn't see any signs of fatigue from the long journey. She jumped out of the carriage lightly, found a broken tree on the edge and sat on it diagonally. She swayed her long legs leisurely, and she didn't show any signs of the excitement and enthusiasm she had just been in the carriage. The rest of the people in the carriage also became tired. Caroline lay comfortably in Mia's arms, while Mia took out the small dressing case she carried with her to comb Caroline's hair - a certain rude black-haired swordsman was really poor at driving, and his several sudden changes messed up everyone's hair. On the other hand, Alina seemed to be worried. After several struggles, she finally made up her mind and said "Hey, let me tell you, are you really not worried?" Without waiting for everyone to respond, she continued "I was working... I was listening to the chat of the day laborers who worked for my family. I heard them say that elves are all good-natured and so on. It is said that at the junction of the forest, the promiscuous elves will trick the orcs into going to their residence. The orcs who are in good health and have good luck can lose weight. Those who are unlucky will become flower fertilizer on the spot. Mr. Evans should have heard of it too!" Qing, who had been patrolling for a week, finally let down his guard and leaned against the carriage, munching on dry food that was not very tasty. Hearing this, he started talking about sex - "Ah, there is indeed such a saying. It is usually found in cities far away from the elves. The junction between humans and elves is..." But no one cared about what he said next. Mia, who was combing and braiding Caroline's hair, used more strength with her hands. The comb pulled the little girl's hair and fell into her arms. Caroline didn't cry out in pain, but there was an unknown crisp cracking sound in the fluffy clothes. It seemed like the sound of bones? After reading the subtle atmosphere, Evans wisely put away the conversation, quickly finished the dry food and took out a piece of wood sorrel from the place where the magic power had not faded. Slowly signaling that she had disappeared, leaving the scene to several girls who were in strange anxiety Alina seemed to be recognized, and struck while the iron was hot and said to Caroline "Even if you only regard him as a brother, you still have to..." Caroline moved her body slightly, but Mia's strength at the moment was really not something that a girl who secretly played with a skeleton dog under her clothes could resist, so she had to lie obediently into the softness of her arms. "Brother... No, Cyril can go wherever he wants. I believe in him. No matter what dangerous situation it is, he will definitely solve all the messy things ... The smell of that elf is not bad, but if it is a sister-in-law, I still hope it is sister Mia. " Violent words, absolute violent words Absolute violent words brought extreme silence to the scene "I, I'm going to give Mr. Wei some water to drink." Mia hurriedly tied up Caroline's hair, hurriedly touched the cup from which she drank water, pressed her slightly red cheek, jumped out of the carriage, and walked towards Cyril. In the car, Erina seemed to have just realized what "feat" she had just done, who had always been a bit low-esteem and transparent in the team. Her face suddenly turned red, and she said without hesitation, "I... I'm going to pour some water too." She hurriedly jumped out of the car and headed towards Cyril. The carriage returned to silence, and everything looked like it had just begun. …If Cyril must marry... Why not me? No one heard the girl's murmur except for the figure holding sorrel in her mouth behind the tree.

[Journey to La Rochelle - dew is tears shed for the sun] "When I see you The night is warm Wandering horses and fallen city-states Blood for food Under every mask it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil For example If it is said Life loves you and me the most Then Fate is the most teasing the ideal." In the tavern, Veronica was surrounded by people, humming lines that sounded like a song or a poem. She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was praying devoutly. Narola held her chin and listened quietly. Her eyes stopped on Veronica's shoulder, which was lightly covered with morning dew - she guessed that Veronica had just arrived. Naruola held her chin, without blinking, quietly waiting for the girl in the performance to end. Veronica's voice gradually lowered until it stopped. She opened her eyes with a smile on her face. She placed her right hand on the left side of her chest and her left arm swayed slightly, like a dancing butterfly. According to her, this is the bard's farewell etiquette. "How is it? Have you finished listening?" Veronica turned her head and asked. "Yeah! It sounds good!" Narola nodded seriously, "What's the name of the song you just sang? I like it very much!" "This is a short song I wrote myself, "Farewell to Me."" Veronica took her own berry juice and sat down next to Narola. She was in a very happy mood just after the performance. She picked up her berry juice and took a sip. Nerola took another glass of berry juice from the waiter and took a sip. "Farewell to me?" Narola repeated, her eyebrows raised, waiting for the next step. "Yes," Veronica continued, "this song was written after I saw you here for the second time." The girl pushed the cup and said as if talking to herself: "The dragon is the great king of the sky, but he has to be shackled by the haze left by his childhood. , When He gets up to fly again, he wants to say goodbye to those decaying embers, and also to say goodbye to his past self." The tavern was still full of people, but Narola seemed to be calmed by these words. She knew that this was not only true to herself, but also a confession in Veronica's heart. "Why do you have such sadness?" Narola put down the cup and asked her seriously, "Is it because of your father?" Listening to Narola's question, Veronica's expression dropped. Her body was trembling a little, and the morning dew on her shoulders disappeared whether it was shaken off or evaporated. She shook her head and nodded without saying anything, but Narola could understand it from her actions. This was the default. "Then why are you crying?" Narola asked again. "Crying?" Veronica raised her head, smiled softly, and looked at the drink in front of her, "How do you know I'm crying?" "Because I can hear the voice of people's hearts, your heart, is crying." Narola leaned towards Veronica, "I'm sorry, Vivi, I shouldn't mention your sadness." "It's not your fault, this is what I have to face sooner or later." Veronica seemed to have regained the jumping elf just now, and said with a smile, "Nana, you can be so brave, so can I." "Well! I believe you!" The small seat seemed to isolate the other people in the tavern, and the long black and white hair hugged each other. Outside the window, the sun gradually rose, and the last drop of morning dew quietly disappeared.

[Journey to La Rochelle - Ordering Food] "I'm so hungry, Nainai," Veronica touched her belly and complained softly, "Why haven't Cyril and the others come back yet? It's better to order takeout." "Tsk," Naruo La crossed her legs, played with her phone and said casually, "Let's order takeout. What can we have?" "Humph, you know how to deal with me!" Veronica muttered dissatisfiedly, turned around and walked to the door, stretched out her hand to open the door of the room, and prepared to go out. "Hey," Narola quickly called her and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, Weiwei, wait, let's see something together." Veronica turned around and rolled her eyes at Narola: "Eating crayfish?" "Emmmm, I don't want to eat shrimps." "Then, how about pan-fried pancakes? It can be paired with a bowl of porridge." Veronica scrolled down the menu, "This cheese ribs restaurant is also good, and there are coupons." "It's noon, so let's not eat pan-fried pancakes. The cheese ribs are too greasy." Narola raised her toes again and clicked on the novel. "💢What should we order?" Veronica put her head next to Narola and asked word by word. Nerola quickly turned off the "Who said knights can't backstab" that she had just opened, "Uh, Weiwei, let's, let's eat fried food and drink porridge." The air suddenly became quiet. "Wei... Weiwei?" Nerola asked pretending to be innocent, "Don't you like us to change, crayfish?" "Nai, Ruo, pull!!!" "Hey! Don't do it, Weiwei, I was wrong, I was wrong, wuwu..."

I don't comment on the work. After all, I read dozens of chapters at the beginning and kept reading until the end. After reading the closing remarks, fortunately the author didn't write a dark and sad ending, otherwise the book would be deleted directly. After watching the ending, I didn't feel a little unhappy about the endings with the heroines, but the results were not good, so I can understand why it was finished earlier. Not to mention anything else, the author has a guaranteed reputation for writing books, and he can persist in finishing the book even when the results are not good. If the next book suits your appetite, please order it and support it.