Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

According to ancient legends, the night race is a race born with the night, and their racial characteristics will become more prominent after night falls. At this time, the window is already full of night, and the silhouette of the distant mountains that can be faintly seen before dinner has melted. In the night, the light from the building only illuminates the limited area in front of the house.

When I looked at it in the evening, Herbert's eyes were only faintly glowing red, but looking at him now, his eyes were completely red, standing in the dark, like two small blood-colored lamps on his face.

Such a pair of eyes, in the eyes of those who are afraid to avoid dark creatures, is the evidence of evil, the temptation of demons, the ominous eyes that announce the impending disaster and suffering, but Allen has long been used to seeing hidden owls in the dark night. Red eyes, when he first discovered that the eyes of the Night Race could emit red light in the dark, he couldn't help but think of the laser lights in the previous world.

The welcome banquet was coming to an end, and the junior students were led back to the dormitory by their instructors, and only some middle and senior students remained in the venue.

Herbert walked up to Allen about a quarter of an hour ago, asked him away from his former colleagues, and said that he had something to discuss with him.

"Giving Hall's sword to others symbolizes..." Allen paused, digesting the news he had just received, "...a symbol of the vow of love and protection?"

These days, a sword can actually contain such an oath?

Allen was very puzzled.

When it comes to tokens that contain vows of love, the first thing that comes to Alan’s mind is of course the ring. Taking into account the "four major anniversaries" that his parents celebrate once a year-the anniversary of acquaintance, the anniversary of love, and the anniversary of engagement day, wedding anniversary.Since he was reborn in this family, he has witnessed more than 70 tokens symbolizing the love of his parents so far.

Those keepsakes come in a variety of patterns and are never repeated. The biggest commonality is "delicacy" and "beauty".

But the painting style of Hall's Sword is completely different from all of them.

As far as a love testimony is concerned, the sword is too cold and hard, and it is difficult to see the tenderness of the giver from its appearance and use.

Herbert could hear the hesitation from the pause between Allen's words. He was a bit shorter than Allen, and there was displeasure on his slightly upturned face: "You don't believe me?"

"No." Knowing that although Herbert had a bad mouth, he never lied, Alan shook his head.

"I'm just curious." Allen looked into Herbert's eyes, "Where did you get this information?"

Herbert snapped his mouth shut.

The undead wrapped in a black robe stood far away in the corner on the other side of the corridor. Eli used the shadow at the corner to hide himself. He couldn't hear the conversation between Alan and Herbert, so he could only guess the topic from their expressions. towards.

Half an hour ago, Herbert, who got the answer to the question from Eli, left angrily. The demon boy thought that the undead skeleton was deliberately deceiving the black-haired humans. He decided to report this vile deception to Allen .

"If you really think it's just a legend, why didn't you mention it to Allen?" Herbert said with a hint of sarcasm, "He doesn't know the existence of this legend, does he?"

Allen - the teenager didn't realize that he used another, more intimate title instead of "Mr. Wolf".

But Eli noticed.

Although Eli is no longer as tall as Allen, he is still taller than the adolescent Herbert. He only needs to lower his head slightly to form a overlooking angle with Herbert.

Half an hour later, the boy who was obediently being looked down upon in front of Allen frowned quickly when he realized this, and took a step back to distance himself from the state of being "overlooked": "If you don't answer, is it equivalent to acquiescing?" Is what I said the truth?"

Eli shifted his focus away from the title: [Alan really doesn't know this story. 】

Herbert seemed to snort from his nasal cavity, and changed the name of ignorant and unconscious again: "Since Mr. Wolfe doesn't know, and it seems inconvenient for you to take the initiative to tell him about this, then I boldly guess that you should be Won't that stop me from telling him the story?"

Eli watched him calmly for a moment.

[Please go ahead. 】 said the undead.

Perhaps Eli's reaction was not as expected. Herbert stared at him for a while with a complicated expression, frowned, and decided not to spend any more time here: "Then I'll go to Teacher Wolf, excuse me."

The conversation ended unhappily,

Watching Allen talking to Herbert from a distance, the dark-haired young man's perennially indifferent face did not show much emotional change. Eli couldn't deduce what Allen was thinking, and only touched the hilt of his waist unconsciously.

There are countless legends about Hall and the sword of Hall on the continent of Asa. This amazing and talented hero has never married anyone in his life. There are rumors that the best friend who created the sword of Hall for Hall is His partner, but there are too few information handed down, and the swordsmith even disappeared from the sight of the world even earlier than Hall.Compared with the "partnership" whose authenticity cannot be verified, most residents still prefer to believe that Hall and his best friend are life-and-death friends whose relationship only stays at the level of friendship.

The swordsmith's best friend who forged Hall's sword is more of a mystery than Hall himself.

Regardless of his life or name, there is no other information about the swordsmith left to the public except for "senior mage and senior swordsmith" and "Hall's best friend".

If it wasn't for the coincidence that he was born in Angelo and has a strong interest in swordsmanship, Eli would not have stumbled across the book about Hall and his best friend when he was looking for swordsmanship materials in the Alberta College library.

It wasn't even a book, it was just a notepad.

"Lawrence" is written in neat handwriting on the title page of the notebook, which appears to be a personal notebook belonging to the subject named "Lawrence".

Eli found it on the top shelf of the innermost bookshelf in the library. It was sandwiched between a sword list and a law of ornamentation. When he extracted the sword list, he accidentally took it with him.

When Eli saw this notebook for the first time, he mistakenly thought that a student accidentally dropped the notebook while looking for books, so he took the notebook out with him, intending to find the owner for it.

In order to obtain more information about the owner of the notepad, Eli said sorry from the bottom of his heart at that time, and turned over the title page embarrassingly.

After the title page, there is a daily record of daily life like a diary. Eli only glanced at the content of the record and realized that "Lawrence" is not the owner of this notebook, but the object recorded by its owner.

On every page of the notebook, the name "Lawrence" must be mentioned at least once.

"I learned a new move and showed it to Lawrence after class. I feel that I am still not proficient, but Lawrence praised me for doing a good job. Regarding his behavior, which is obviously open-eyed and nonsense, I... okay, I Admit that I'm kind of happy."

"Lawrence suddenly said that he would make a sword for me with his own hands. He was born in a family of magic arts, but he was always interested in casting. I said seriously that I didn't want to trouble him—yes, I lied, I actually I really hope to receive one, even if he is so ugly, I will cherish it, I swear!"

"During the rest time, I usually go to Lawrence. He is in the library. I saw a dozen blueprints on his desk. After flipping through them, I found out that it was a list of swords and design drawings. He said that he wanted to try to combine elemental spells with sword casting. Together, it is an innovative and wonderful idea, as expected of him!"

"Talked about naming things with Lawrence today - if he can really make me a sword, I said we need to give the sword a good name, something like 'Sid's Light' Yes, but Lawrence thought about it for a moment and said, 'It might as well be called the Sword of Hall'... The name was completely unexpected, and I was taken aback! But Lawrence was very calm, and he said that as long as I become a leading swordsman in the future, this The name of the sword is loud enough."