"Old Mr. Sentinel."

The boy poked his head out of the corner of the alley, sitting under a single dry eaves, was looking at him with inquiring eyes.

The rain hit the wall and flowed along the thick stone surface, turning into mist, swelling, and the water converged into a stream and fell along the cloak. The old sentry's eyes remained silent as usual, looking at the little boy, but did not answer.

"Where are you going?"

It seemed like it took a long time to turn the silence into determination, silently gathered the tools under the cloak, and spoke, "Little Joyce, you should go home at this time."

"You go to the town hall, right? I know the adults are all in that place."

"Okay, you guessed it."

The old sentry raised his head and looked at that direction. There were many colors reflected in the rainy night, but he could not guide him.

Everything in the empire lost its glory many years ago, and has not yet returned to its old tone. He recalled the past with warm blood, and everything seemed to be the time when the captain was still there.

"Then I'm going home," the little boy could not see the old man's gaze from under his cloak, and whispered, "The storm is coming, Mr. Sentinel, you have to be safe. Can we see each other again after that?"

"Of course, see you after the storm, kid."

He watched the child disappear at the end of the alley, leaving behind many splashes.

After a long time, the old man took another step and continued to move forward, stepping into the dark wind and rain.

The rain curtain was like the tears of the sky. The wind romance on the harbor curled the cold stone moss. The strange visitor wearing a cloak that day walked into the declining garden and looked up at the tall giant trees.

Time left traces on the gray trunks. The twisted root branches passed through the flower beds and plowed the stone slabs, breaking the sky for the grass seeds buried deep underground, as if they were still waiting silently for the arrival of the next spring, and would hang fruits from the branches.

The old sentry sighed silently. He had been waiting for many springs to winter, and then from winter to autumn, from fine buds to sprout from the ash branches, until the acorns became full and moist, and from the little squirrels hitting the empty stems in the tree, making empty sounds, and when the ice and snow hang over the branches again.

Until the harsh winter comes, everything witheres, and twenty years have passed in a flash.

The like-minded companions of the past have long since parted ways. The time passed by has never returned, or the banner of injustice has been hung like pale flames hanging from the drapery that drifted in the wind, scattering and burning everything to ashes.

And he is old too.

He took out an axe from under his cloak, and the surface of the axe was set against a cold light, dotted with soft streets and alleys under the drizzle, dilapidated courtyards, towering cities, and swaying lights.

The lights in the town hall were still on, and people were still fighting. The men were not unwilling to leave their hometowns, but on the eve of the storm, they still hoped that the empire could shelter their women and children, so that the supreme lord could pity those unclothed people.

"Governor General, the storm is coming, please at least allow us to transfer our families and children to a safe place."

"Even if you can't protect this city, please at least leave hope for it."

"We are not trying to disobey the imperial orders, but we just hope to forgive us for more time."

The fat headed and big eared zinfish, the highest commander of the Empire, was raising his hands to signal everyone to quiet: "...The Empire will consider it, but the storm is coming, and the fleet must be left before that, and the recruitment work must be completed before that. This is the Empire's instructions."

"But after the fleet leaves port, the army and the men leave, who will defend the city?"

"This is not something you need to consider."

"What about you, Lord Governor? Where will you go?"

"Me?" The Supreme Consul's face darkened, and he lowered his thunderous anger with an angry voice: "Do I still need to explain to you guys who are rolling in the mud bark? You just need to obey orders, or you also want to disobey the instructions of the Empire, come and guards, and expel these people!"

In the cold words, the rain still fell; the raindrops fell on the ground and splashed many splashes of water in the courtyard.

The old sentry listened to the distant noisy, but he didn't feel much in his heart. He could have foresaw this result many years ago. If time had passed, the empire would still be the same empire.

There was not much guardian force in the defeated garden, and the guards were all transferred to maintain order. The golden magic tree has stood here for many years, but now it only has a symbolic meaning.

Only two guards noticed his arrival, and one of them pulled out his sword from under his cloak and walked towards him through the rain curtain.

The old man took the other person's wrist with agility that was not in line with his own age and dragged the soldier into the mud and water.

He turned around, and the other guard was startled and subconsciously took a step back.

But the opponent's magic furnace hit the flower table, and the old sentry stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's collar, and knocked him out with a knife.

He stood in the garden with a sharp axe, letting the rain fall along the cloak and the axe, and raised his head and looked silently at the beautiful big tree. The water flowing on the trunks seemed to be flowing with blood.

He raised his axe.

A lightning bolt pierced the sky, reflecting the clouds white.

It seems that this old world is cut open and reveals the filth and malice.

A man was stumbled into the stone hall, and the light of the torches on the wall dragged out a long shadow and swayed into a snake. The guards were splitting the crowd with cold spears in their hands. The feast and delicacies on the long table were still drifting away. The flames in the fireplace were not extinguished, but the soft atmosphere had already been wiped out.

After the surface of forgiveness was revealed, only the tension below was revealed.

The servant who sent the order ignored all this, or was completely unconscious, and only came to his master in a panic and whispered:

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"What did you say? The golden tree was cut down? Where are the guards?"

The worm stood up in panic, and his fat belly touched the golden cup without knowing it. The wine mud flowed all over the ground and penetrated into the wooden table.

"Who is it?"

"Why did he do this?"

The golden tree is the node of the etheric vein flowing in the northern border, but no one has ever confirmed this. The empire established the fortress of Andreus to guard this place, and the symbolic significance is greater than that of reality. For centuries, no one has ever really attacked the ancient and beautiful gray oak tree.

This matter can actually be big or small, but if it is spread, his position will inevitably be out of order. No emperor will like greedy officials and poor officials.

The sycam immediately broke out in a cold sweat and didn't care about what was happening in front of him. He wanted to rush over and take a look immediately, at least to cover up the news.

He waved his hand and immediately ordered: "First agree with these people's requests, let them go back, give them two days to settle everything, just let the men get on the boat before the storm comes."

The sudden situation in front of him forced him to compromise. The sycamore may not have much ability, but what he is best at is changing his mind.

In the same city, Luo Hao did not see everything that happened during this rainy night, but a good show was taking turns to take place.

But with his keenness, he still noticed the abnormality of the atmosphere in the city - the fleet was mobilized, and the men lined up in long queues at the recruitment office, and everything foreshadowed an unusual event.

In order to avoid troubles, he finally made up his mind to set out in advance. The time to leave the port was set late at night. The rain was swept with waves, washed away the clouds like waves, and passed the stakes at the wharf, with mist reflecting the lights.

The captain looked at the group of people wearing cloaks in the rain on the deck, and couldn't help but complain: "How to choose to leave the port at this time of the year?"

"If it weren't for this, your ship wouldn't be worth the price," Luo Hao said with his head raised, "the higher the risk, the greater the profit."

"Okay, for Deanka's sake."

He was talking about the gold coins of the empire, with the avatar of Deanka II cast on it, which was one of the most widely circulated currencies in Aoshu, each of which could be exchanged for seven imperial silver coins.

One Deanka II is worth about four hundred and fifty miles.

Luo Hao took out the wet bag and poured a handful of coins on the deck. The jingle sounded, and the rain washed away the grease on the surface of the currency, revealing a golden light.

The captain nodded with satisfaction, "As long as you pay, I can send you over even in hell and let your people get on the boat."

Luo Hao pulled the boat down toward Mey, the Paparals made gestures with the box, and he looked back at the dilapidated port, and couldn't help but remember the gray oak tree he had seen during the day.

Every heavy rain washes away the traces of the existence of many northern cities - over the years, the empire has been losing the civilized borders north of Campa, and one day, perhaps even this port will be submerged under the storm. How long can that golden tree stand?

He actually didn't care about these sentimental questions, but suddenly thought that the ether node in the northern border of the empire might have been lost too quickly over the years.

Aren’t they re-regulating the flow of the etheric veins of Sintaan? How can this continent be raised if this continues?

...

The wind and rain hit the boat's side and there was no longer the peace of quiet night. Square leeped on the head of the bed and listened carefully to the sound, the cabin was undulating and rhythmic.

Silvede had already fallen into a dream on one side. The golden hair of the ship's officer hangs down like a cloud on his snow-white neck. On his shoulders, his fine eyelashes were as if stained with flower dew. Only a beautiful dream was depicted between his tired expressions.

The moonlight was sprinkled on the silver dunes, and the nightingale's singing voice was long and gentle, only the girl danced gracefully, with rose wine and sweetness in the table, as clear as a gem, shining with charming fragrance.

The boy looked at his partner gently.

The storm outside the sea is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is a sign of the arrival of a storm.

The Seven Seas Brigade had already waited for Luo Hao and others in the secluded harbor a day ago. After the anchorage was replenished, it set off again. In addition to Luo Yu and Big Cat Man, the ship almost returned to its heyday.

But they still haven't contacted the Elemental Envoy, and Laila and the Dragon Queen are also missing. Everyone has made the worst plans and notified the military to check the returnees in Xingmen Port.

The only good news is that Luo Yu’s information in the team information has not been cancelled.

After getting the star anchor, Adni temporarily created a scabbard for the box, using the leather of the Kūkami whale as the sheath, decorated with silver makeup, and the black sword cover was engraved with mysterious symbols. The young man in the middle school loves it.

The magic sword Gwenders has a place to stay since then and no longer chatters—at least when it is put on a scabbard.

At this moment, the light screen was flowing on the retina, and Fang Zhuan pointed and pointed at it with his hand:

"Sister Bai Jia, there is a batch of mitral silver in the warehouse and more than a dozen tons of ore. Can you find a way to sell it?"

"You have robbed the imperial treasury, how could there be so much mitral?"

"The empire is not so shabby. We discovered a mitral mine in Campa."

"Just where you crashed?"

Fang Yu nodded and wrote a 'Yes' on the light screen.

"You really will cause trouble for me, but I don't recommend that you sell these mitrals, but to strengthen the Seven Seas Traveler. You have no power behind you. As a free adventure group, the sailboat is your most important property."

Lines of text hang down from the light screen, "Not every metal can be used on a sailboat, and Mithril is light and hard, and is one of the best materials, and it is very rare. When you reach a certain height, you will find that money is actually not that valuable. Instead, these rare materials are priceless."

"Sister Bai Jia, why do I think you just feel troublesome?"

"If you want to treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, just leave it to me. Some people want this batch of mitral."
To be continued...