"To my best friend, Beamon Gruth."

"Old Bimon, I have seen everything you said in your letter. The Dawn Knight is here. I remembered the days when I practiced swordsmanship with you in the village. Your child wants to be a knight so much, so why not come to me and just call my name after you arrive at the Iron Elephant Castle."

"Your old friend, Robinson Facherill."

In his room, Jack silently looked at the contents of the letter and murmured after reading it.

He slowly put away the pamper paper and picked up his packed luggage bag.

There are also gold coins hidden in the corner of the yard.

In the middle of the night last night, Jack secretly got up and went to dig it out.

If he excludes the Baron's son and can go to the castle to learn the knight's way, he will be happy and excited.

Being a hunter is fun.

However, Jack wanted to be a Knight.

He wants to have extraordinary combat power, become an elite existence in the human group, and be awarded supreme glory and love...

Vanity and satisfaction, Jack is just a mortal, and naturally he has it.

I didn't expect to leave home so soon.

I guess I have to wait until the weather is calm before coming back?

Jack is in a bit complicated!

He really wants to be a knight.

There was no new news from the Heru family, and no army came to surround Xiangtie Town.

He was still a little worried about the safety of his family.

At this moment.

A black crow stood on the iron rod of the window with his head tilted, looking at him in confusion.

"Xiao Hei, I'm leaving."

Jack looked at the other person in a complicated tone, took out a small box of worm food from the wooden cabinet and handed it to the other person.

"Xiao Hei, I wish me and my family peace."

Jack put down the small box and then turned around and left the room.

The crow pecked at the worm calmly, without any attention.

Until the moment the wooden door was closed, Xiao Hei slowly raised his head and swayed his wings and flew away.

I don’t know when the wooden window was blown to close and close by the breeze.

This room.

No one will live for a long time.

In the yard, my father had already prepared an old wild horse and was in the saddle.

Jack just walked to the wild horse and watched the other party sort everything carefully.

"Child, the road is cold, remember to keep warm." Mother Nif walked over with dark circles, wearing the usual red turban, and handed over a linen coat full of thick cotton inside.

Every New Year, Jack, as the eldest brother, always wears new clothes, and the torn clothes are left to his younger brother and sister.

But I didn't expect it!

New clothes will be available so soon this year.

Jack didn't say much.

He looked at his haggard mother putting on her clothes, and he felt moved and warm.

There are exquisite and simple wisps on the cuffs and necklines, which obviously took a lot of time and effort to make them.

"Child, our roots, are in the mountains."

Nif's eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of her mouth were trembling and gently stroked her son's cheek.

How reluctant she is.

Every day I wash my face with tears, and when I wake up in the morning, I see my pillow wet with tears, and I look ten years older.

Why did her child encounter such a thing?

"Mother, I will come back." Jack looked at the other party deeply, feeling very guilty.

He also saw the threshold not far away—

The sister and brother looked confused and uneasy.

perhaps.

Next time I come back.

They will grow up a lot!

Jack hugged his mother for a long time, felt the familiar wheatgrass aura on each other, and finally left reluctantly.

"Hey, I said, are you okay with me?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded.

I saw a farmer with a stubborn face and a cloth scarf wrapped in a head strode in.

The farmer is called Bailey, and the other party is an old farmer from the next village and often goes outside the village to resell crops.

"Okay, let's go."

Bemon greeted the old friend and secretly stuffed a silver coin.

Jack nodded!

He bid farewell to his mother, younger brother and sister, followed the two and walked out of the house.

He climbed onto a broken carriage full of golden rice and wheat, leaned against the wooden guardrail, and looked at the gray sky.

Jack's ears.

I can also hear my mother crying in the yard.

"Go away!"

Bailey waved the whip in his hand, and the old horse took steps with a humming sound.

"Rulu..." As the wheels of the carriage rolled, he could feel his body being pushed and shaking.

Gradually, Jack could no longer hear his mother's crying.

He couldn't help but sit up and looked back—

I saw my sister Anne and younger brother Tommy, who were chasing behind...

They kept screaming ‘brother’.

Their tears were covered in them, and their red faces were so impressive.

"Go back! Go back!"

Beamon, who was riding an old horse next to him, kept whipping away the two children.

Jack felt uncomfortable inside. He watched his sister and brother fall to the ground one after another, and gradually his figure became farther and smaller until he disappeared...

at last.

He took a deep breath and poured it on the pile of golden wheat, his thoughts were complicated.

Jack looked at the once familiar street scenes around him, as well as the villagers who knew each other, and gradually moved away from him.

Until, they were out of the territory of Xiangtie Village.

"Now there are wars everywhere, and the orcs have repeatedly broken through the Great Wall border. Several towns have been slaughtered. The food is valuable..."

Farmer Bailey and Bemon were chatting in front of him, and they were old friends they had known for a long time.

Recently, the war is in urgent need. Major castles on the border have begun to summon soldiers. Many villages have received conscription orders. Anyone with knight qualifications will reuse training in preparation for sudden wars.

After a while, the wind blew the rich smell of dry tobacco.

Jack had no good feelings for this pungent smell.

He looked at the strange woods and fields on both sides and knew that he had entered a new place.

In the distance, there are traces of smoke from the village cooking fire.

In the distance, you can also see a mountain range covered by fog. That place is called Demon Mountain by the locals.

There is also my own home in the distance.

Jack took a deep breath and tried to adjust his chaotic mood and calm his emotions.

As the sky fell into dusk, the temperature dropped a lot until it was almost night.

Fortunately, the thick linen my mother gave before leaving allowed Jack to keep warm by himself without fear of the cold.

After passing two hills in a row.
To be continued...