Even in Sinta'an, the starry sky on winter nights is much lonely than in summer.

A few stars hung in the night sky, flickering. The moonlight shone on the thin clouds. Fang Zhu sat by the bonfire, looking up at the treetops that were glowing in the moonlight, and asked Miss Nightingale beside him:

"Miss Alissa, do you think I shouldn't be like this?"

"Wrong, I think you're good," Alisa replied indifferently, throwing a few dead branches into the bonfire. "The leader of the group was too pedantic."

A spark burst out from the bonfire, and Nini, who was feasting on the side, shivered and raised her head.

She looked in this direction in surprise, her golden eyes flashing, and her little face was covered with food debris.

Miss Tata, who was kneeling beside her, was still fiddling with her tea set. She put her hands on the edge of the teapot and tried the temperature, then picked it up, poured water into her small teacup lightly, and the heat was swaying.

"Is that true?" Fang Rong thought to himself that Yayo and the others might have said it well, but he was always in trouble. In order to reduce some trouble, he subconsciously chose that approach.

But if those people did not take action against unarmed people, would they still do that?

The answer in his heart was no. Fang Rong thought that he might have become mature, not cold-blooded. Only after he figured out this point did he feel relieved.

Only then did Silvede bring Jita over with him.

The two of them counted the spoils aside, but it was not much, but it took some time to interrogate the prisoners of war and explain the purpose of the group to the old servants.

Parker was boasting about his record in the afternoon in the distance, and a loud shouting sound came from that direction.

But Luo Yu ignored him at all and lowered his head to treat the wounded - the middle-aged man, and a coma-summoned summoner. The former was just some skin trauma, but the latter lost too much blood and was very weak.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was looking at them with some fear and casting a look at his father for help. But the old servant didn't look back and deliberately did not look at his disappointing son.

The old servant followed Silvede and Jita to the bonfire, sat opposite Fang Zhu, and then asked everyone: "So you know Sir Mawei?"

"To be precise," Fang Rong looked at his shipmaster's lady, "she is Sir Mawei's daughter."

He introduced himself again: "We are her companions, and there are two more people in the afternoon, who are alchemists of the Artisans Association, but those two should have returned to Tagri by now."

He is talking about Ayo and his companions.

Miss Tata held up the teacup in both hands and took a sip. Her green and calm eyes were filled with indifference and leisure.

However, she and Nini are both invisible at this moment. Except for the people in the Qihai Brigade, outsiders cannot see the two of them there.

"So that's it," the old servant nodded, unable to help but reveal a tone of memories. "Recalling the time when Sir Mawei came here, it was almost twenty years ago... In the past twenty years, everything has changed..."

"Old man," Silvede asked softly at this time, "Can you tell me about his father?"

"Of course," the old servant nodded, "...I still remember what happened at that time. Your father was an uninvited guest from the academy. He came to this place because he was interested in the country established by the magician.

But Mr. Ash had a headache for your father at that time, because he was always worried that the jazz would break the valuable materials in the laboratory.

But in our memory, Mr. Jazz is talkative, frank, approachable, and always optimistic. In short, everyone has a very good impression of him."

He recalled: "Mr. Ash didn't like Jazz very much at first, but later Jazz helped the academy a great favor, and Mr. Ash gradually recognized him, and the two gradually became friends and had a close relationship...

Later, before your father left, he agreed with us that he would visit again. Of course, Mr. Ash was very worried about his material and was reserved about it..."

Fang Yu couldn't help looking at Silvede curiously when he heard this.

This is the first time he has heard people say this legendary adventurer. In Kaurin-Ishurien, Sir Mawei is a hero that everyone admires, but not many people have truly seen others.

Except for his enemies in the kingdom's political circles, no one else would praise the great adventurer. And those stories were already familiar with Fang Zhu, including walking through the door with the summoners and heading to the Second World.

He is the discoverer, explorer, and legendary explorer.

But this was the first time Fang Ling heard the other side of Sir Mawei from the people, an adventurer who was careless, carefree, and sometimes not so likable.

What's even more interesting is that the daughter of this great adventurer was sitting next to him.

Silvede blushed rarely, "My father...he was careless when he was young..."

"No, Miss, your father is a truly amazing person," the old servant shook his head and denied, "Clean carelessness is just his unconventional side, but he never cares about other people's faults, and is always tolerant of people, optimistic and upright, and can still maintain his original intention in difficulties..."

He was silent for a moment and sighed, "Even Mr. Ash is not as good as your father in this regard. It would be great if he could be as good as the Jazz. In the past... maybe not now..."

But Silweid could hear God.

The noble daughter stared at the bonfire in a daze.

My father left many impressions in her mind and gave her all the love and protection. In her heart, my father is not only a hero in the mouths of others, but also a tall arm that shelters from the wind and rain...

But that impression is both clear and vague.

He was a good father, but he was not so competent. Although he found a good teacher and a reliable lady, he also devoted all his guardian to her.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But that man is traveling abroad all year round and is always together with his daughter.

Even her impression of her father seemed fragmented, and she had to describe his image from others' descriptions.

Is he a hero among the people?

Or his own father?

Silweid was also a little confused.

Alisa looked back and saw that her captain was still sitting there stupidly, and she couldn't help but feel speechless for a moment.

She couldn't help but poke the other person's elbow with her hand, thinking to herself why are you still doing? Does the Miss Shipman who didn't see you need a shoulder to rely on now?

But Fang Yu turned around and looked at the other person with inquiring eyes, thinking to himself, what are you doing?

Miss Nightingale couldn't help rolling her eyes.

And now Silmide finally came to his senses.

Her eyes turned, and when she saw the interaction between the two, she couldn't help but smile.

But her face turned slightly red again, and she lowered her head, not knowing what she thought of for a moment.

She quickly calmed down and asked the old man again: "I would like to ask what happened in the past twenty years. My father thought that Holfin College had great hope to win that competition. Was it something happened between the two sides, or was there any conspiracy behind it against Holfin College?"

"I don't know very well," sighed the old servant, "even if something really happens, how could Mr. Ash tell us? The rest of the Lynn family would not say this to servants like us, let alone twenty years ago...twenty years ago...

…It would be fine to say that at that time... your father would see this way. After all, who didn’t think that Holfin Academy would win the competition at that time? No one knew that things would eventually turn out like that. At that time, many people believed that Mr. Ash would be the greatest magician in the history of the Principality.

Even after the teacher left, his students would guide the twelve families of the Principality to continue moving forward. Everyone thought so that the next would be the beginning of a glorious era of the Principality…

But who knows that it will become like this in the end?"

"So what was the final competition between the Principality of the Deer Kingdom and the Imperial Magician Realm?" Fang Yu couldn't bear the curiosity and couldn't help asking.

The old servant shook his head and replied, "...I just heard people talk about this, and it may not be guaranteed to be authentic. I remember that in the fifteen competitions, only one of the magicians of the Cherry Academy won, and Holfin Academy failed to win one.

Three of Mr. Ash's nine students announced their abstention on the field. Four people did not appear on the day of the game, one died unexpectedly on the field, and the remaining one..."

He seemed to remember something unbearable to look back on and stopped.

Everyone had high hopes for Holphin Academy and resisted many doubts before the game. The Principal Magicians also generously sold most of the places, but the performance of the academy undoubtedly disappointed everyone who supported it.

That is also natural, expectation becomes disappointment; disappointment becomes resentment, and resentment becomes suspicion.

Voices of doubt followed one after another.

But the straw that crushed everything in the end was also a student of the academy. The last student stood directly on the opponent's side and publicly pointed out that the Holfin School was a scam, and the great magician Ash was just a deceiving person who cheated on the world and robbed the world.

The new magic technique he studied was nothing but a trick mixed with alchemy.

The storm was about to come, so the storm gathered in Tagli.

Many people left Holfin Academy directly, especially the lower-level apprentices who were easily influenced by the outside world. The magician families were not at ease to let their descendants stay in such a notorious academy to study, so the nobles left.

More people also choose to leave.

Only a few people are still persevering, but those people are gradually unable to maintain the operation of the college.

What's more, there is always jealousy in this world that breeds in the darkness. The poisonous snakes walking in the shadows cannot devour people in the sun. However, whenever a storm comes, it will reveal its sinister fangs.

Even at Holfin Academy, people like Ash Lynn will not have no opponents in the Principality of the Desert, and the enemy is always willing to use the most despicable means to attack their opponents.

So rumors spread.

"Originally," the old servant sighed and continued, "It's not that Mr. Ash doesn't have the opportunity to prove himself. We all believe that his magic skills are real. After all, those words that slander him cannot deny that his identity as a great magician is obtained right...

Even the students whom Mr. Ash trusted the most also think so. They are all real big men and will not be as irrelevant as us servants, what is true and what is false.

We thought at that time that Mr. Ash only needed time…”

"But..." The old man's voice was filled with regret.

He doesn't need to talk about the following words.

But Fang Zhu and the few people from the Qihai Brigade had already guessed it.

Just four years later, the great magician died of depression under heavy blows.

In the next decade, the Principality and the Imperial Magician Realm held several more competitions, but since the death of Ash Lynn, the Principality of the Principality of the Principality of the Deer has been deteriorating and has been unable to give birth to a leading figure.

Several colleges fell one by one, while others chose to move out of the principality to avoid being harmed by their reputation.

The Duchy of Mustache, which was founded as a magician, has now declined because of a magician. Only half of the twelve families in its heyday were left, one of which was once famous in the foreign magician kingdom, but now it is no longer known.

No wonder the Qihai Traveler has been around, and there have been no one who has heard of Holfin Academy in the countryside.

After all, people are always ashamed to uncover their scars.

Over time, they also forgot about their former glory and glory.
To be continued...