Chapter One Thousand and Nine: The Castle

In the far north of the empire, there is a lone peak high into the clouds. The solitary peak stretches thousands of miles, and the color of the mountain changes from brown to gray from the middle of the mountain, and then turns into a piece of silvery white when it goes up. That piece of silver-white mountain body was invaded by the cold wind and snow blowing for many years, and the vulnerable parts have long disappeared, and the rest are hard and smooth parts. Even a master climber can climb to the middle of the isolated peak at most. Further up, the difficulty is almost the same as ascending to the sky.

The top of the lonely peak is hidden in the clouds and mist, and only occasionally when the clouds clear and the sun shines, can you see the mountain peak like a silver-white spear tip. On weekdays, it is more like now. Today's weather is bad, with heavy rain. The tumbling clouds were even more flashing with lightning, and from time to time a blue lightning flashed on the mountain peak, causing large pieces of lightning to explode, but there were very few broken stones that fell off. This lone peak has been weathered by wind and rain for many years, and I don’t know how many thunderstorms it has experienced. The upper half of the mountain is even mixed with a lot of crystals, making the lone peak hard to harden. The next pile of stone powder will come.

The lightning in the rain cloud flashed from a distance and rolled forward in the clouds. Light up from time to time, illuminating the entire sea of ​​clouds. And the place where the electric light is brightest in the sea of ​​clouds is actually at the top of that lonely peak. There, the electric light gathers together, like ten thousand snakes swarming, it seems to gather a sea of ​​electricity. In that sea of ​​lightning, thunder, fire, and lightning flashed continuously, all striking towards the top of the mountain.

Looking from afar, one can see the continuous falling thunder and fire in the tumbling clouds, shaped like a funnel, and the tip of the funnel naturally points to the peak of the solitary peak. Above the summit, a stream of bright yellow flames can be vaguely swirled and swirled, constantly drawing above the lightning that descended from the sky. When the two collide, a large canopy of flames will explode. The fire stream is nearly a thousand meters long, no matter whether it is cut horizontally or vertically, or rotates like a wheel, it will condense but not disperse, but it is like a long sword condensed with flames.

But who can turn fire into a sword against the power of heaven and earth?

At this time, if someone can pass through layers of clouds and mist and climb to the top of the isolated peak, they will see that the fire flow is actually composed of thousands of long swords condensed from flames. Every movement of this kilometer stream of flames reveals endless sword intent. On the solitary peak, someone stood with his hands behind his back, and the stream of fire made of thousands of swords swirled around his body. The man did not move a finger, but this stream of fire seemed to be manipulated by an invisible big hand. It was extremely flexible between movement and movement, and it exploded the thunder that fell that day one by one.

It's just that the flashes of lightning, thunder and fire, and the thick clouds are flowing, so I can't see the person's face clearly. At this moment, the sea of ​​lightning in the depths of the cloud suddenly lit up, and hundreds of lightning lights blasted down together, and seemed to be pulled into one strand by an invisible force field, like a lightning spear dropped by a god.

A series of laughter rang out in the violent storm, the swirling flames suddenly condensed, and then thousands of flame swords spread out, covering the surrounding thousand-meter void, erecting a sword wall. In the clouds and mist, the man finally moved. With the hands behind his back, one of his arms was lifted up, pointing at the lightning gun that was blasting from his head. The sword wall buzzed, and thousands of swords were fired at once, sweeping up the tail flames and rushing upwards.

Seen from a distance, it looks like a waterfall of fire soaring against the sky, bumping into the thick thunder gun. The two collided and impacted in the void, and hundreds of energy storms exploded frequently, stirring up thick clouds and rolling, and slowly rotating with the Thunder Gun and Flame Sword as the origin.

In the end, the clouds and mist suddenly brightened, and several thick streams of fire exploded in all directions. The fire flowed like a sword, cutting through the thick clouds and forming several

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The road is as wide as 100 meters, and the length of the crack in the cloud is unknown! Sunlight poured down from these cracks, and slowly climbed up to the undulating earth below.

Then the lightning disappeared, the thick clouds cleared, and the downpour just stopped.

After the rain stopped, someone stepped on the top of the solitary peak and volleyed in the air, then jumped down and swooped down close to the mountain. Just as he was about to hit the ground, the man stretched out his hand and pressed down, a wave of flame patterns suddenly appeared in the void, and the reaction force made the man rise instead of falling. It floated up a hundred meters before slowly descending.

He descended to a platform, but it was one of the many terraces in the castle. This ancient castle is located on the gentle slope at the bottom of the isolated peak, and was built on the mountain city. The castle is built purely of huge stones, with thick walls and high walls. Long windows and spiers can be seen everywhere, and vaulted roofs and cornices abound. The black iron carved gate is locked tightly, exuding a deep and lonely taste. It has been an unknown time since no one has visited this castle. The square in front of the castle is full of scattered weeds without pruning. Those stone sculptures that can be called works of art climbed vines that came from nowhere, making the castle even more gloomy.

On the terrace, after the rain clouds cleared, the sunlight gradually covered every corner, and it naturally fell on the man. At this moment, I finally had a glimpse of the whole picture. The man was obviously not young, and there were traces of time on his brows. But from his facial features, it's not hard to imagine that when he was young, he must have been a handsome man who made girls scream. And even though his youth has passed away, his silhouette like a knife-cut axe has added an indescribable majesty.

The man has thick black hair that is rare in the empire, and his hair is gray and gray. Hidden in the black hair, he does not look old, but is a little more elegant. The clothes on his body are all exquisite, with golden silk and jade threads, which is extremely luxurious. His eyes were like lightning, full of determination, and slowly swept across the stones and trees under the castle. Suddenly, the weeds on the square, the vines among the stone carvings, and the moss that climbed up the thick walls of the castle suddenly burst into flames from the inside out. It was too late even to burn, and these things were reduced to ashes. When the wind blows again, the ashes disperse, and the gloomy feeling of the castle is also swept away.

At this point, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is what I remember."

The door to the terrace behind him was pushed open, revealing a wrinkled, overgrown, thin-haired old man dressed like a housekeeper. With the help of two maids, he walked into the terrace, and the moment he saw the man's back, the old man's eyes blurred, tears flowed from his dry eyes, and he whispered: "Master."

The man who faced the berserk and thunderous thunder without changing his face, but his shoulders were shaken by this softest cry. Then he turned around, with complicated looks in his eyes, and nodded: "Housekeeper Charlie, how many years have we not seen each other?"

"Twenty years! Nearly twenty years, my young master..." The old butler pushed aside the maid's support and staggered towards the man.

Taking a step forward, the man appeared in front of the butler, and reached out to support the old man. The old man raised his hand covered with age spots, and it tremblingly fell on the man's face. This action made the two maids in the back want to exclaim, but they gave the man a sharp stare and swallowed back the exclamation in their mouths. The man's eyes dropped, and his eyes softened. The old housekeeper didn't know what was going on behind the scene at all, he just said in a trembling voice: "So I wasn't dreaming, young master, you're finally back. You're back."

"Yes, I'm back. Charlie,

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Thank you for taking care of it for me for so many years, now that I am back, you don't have to support it alone. I will restore this castle to its former glory. I'll take back everything that's mine, start here! "The man said solemnly.

The old butler could only nod his head, but could no longer speak a word.

At this time, there was the sound of horse neighing, and the man looked back. Outside the castle, a team of horses marched in the direction of the castle. The black iron gates of the castle opened on both sides, allowing the cavalry to enter the castle square. The old butler pushed the man away regardless of etiquette, and came to the stone railing on the edge of the terrace by himself, watching the crowds of people in the square, listening to the long-lost roaring voices, he burst into tears.

After twenty years of silence, the castle is finally back to life!

In the next few days, the castle will undergo a huge restoration project. Scaffolding was set up everywhere, and workers appeared in every corner of the castle. The gaps in the square occupied by weeds need to be repaired, the exterior walls need to be re-reinforced, the iron doors and windows need to be repainted, the carpets that have been bitten by mice need to be replaced, the cobweb-covered cellar needs to be thoroughly cleaned, and potted plants need to be placed everywhere in the corridors. Or armor, the walls of the rooms in those castles need to be hung with oil paintings... so much work needs to be done, so much that even the owner of the castle needs to be careful to avoid the passing workers and the objects in their hands when walking around the castle.

Finally, I came to a study that had just been tidied up. Only half of the corner of the study was cleaned out. Workers are also busy laying new carpets, removing broken bookshelves, and re-hanging an ornate crystal chandelier from the roof of the house. So being able to have a chair to sit on, a man is already very satisfied. As soon as he took his seat, the middle-aged butler, wearing a tuxedo and white gloves, came over and handed two envelopes to the man.

The man took it, waved his hand, and told the butler to go down. There are still too many tasks in the castle that need the help of the butler, and staying by his side is useless. After the butler left, he looked at the two letters. The patterns of ink pads on the two envelopes are different, which means that the two letters come from different places. The old castle was in disrepair, and there was no letter opener for him to use in the study, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Stretching out his little finger, he flicked away the letter with the pattern of running wolf printed on it.

There were only a few words in the letter, but the man's face continued to darken. In the end, with five fingers, the letter suddenly burned up in his hand, leaving a few pieces of paper ashes with sparks remaining.

The workers in the study were stunned, and everyone's face turned pale. Everyone could see that their master was very angry now. However, the man's self-cultivation is very good, anger flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure, and said lightly: "Continue to do your work."

But he knew that if he stayed, the workers would only be absent-minded, so he left the study with another letter in his arms, which made the workers finally heave a sigh of relief.

The man came to the terrace that descended from the lonely peak that day, facing the vast world outside the castle, and stood with his hands behind his back. At this time, a woman's voice sounded behind him: "Honey, you look very unhappy. I thought you would be happier when you come back here."

Hearing the sound, the man turned around quickly, frowned and said, "Why did you come out? It's windy here, go back to the room."

Although it was a reprimand, even the deaf could hear the concern in the words.

(end of this chapter)

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