Chapter 22, Father and Son

"Okay, let me call you father, tell me, what kind of world is this? What the hell am I going to do here?!"

"I think I've said it in your dream." The gentle voice was calm.

"No! This is too general, and too mentally retarded! I have felt your power, and your power is enough to purify the whole world! Why did you ask me to come here? I need you to tell me yourself! Tell me yourself!" Ryan blushed He yelled in one direction of the golden glow: "I don't want to play a game of Dragon Quest with you! I just want to go home! Go back to that place and continue my career as an office worker!"

"You can't go back, and I can't go back, we are all trapped here." A gentle voice sounded, and there seemed to be pity in it: "Since you appeared in front of me, there are only two endings waiting for you. Torn to shreds in a space storm or a meal for an evil god, and you're lucky, you're the second."

"Haven't you been sitting on that golden toilet enjoying the worship of all people? Father? Now you don't want to come out to see your new son in person?" Ryan suddenly laughed, his face was full of sarcasm, without a trace Respect for father.

"The rotting corpse on the golden throne is only a shackle to hold me, my son." The golden figure slowly approached.

This is a man with unparalleled majesty and a stalwart body. His height seems to exceed the limit of human beings. It is conservatively estimated that he is also more than 2.8 meters. His long black hair is constantly swinging with the golden light and shadow. A laurel wreath-shaped scrunchie secures it.

He is wearing a set of golden battle armor. On the chest of the battle armor, a golden falcon is about to fly. The whole body of the battle armor is made of unknown golden metal. The complex wing pattern spreads all over the body and extends to him. The eagle statue on the right shoulder, the man is holding a huge sword with golden flames, behind his head, there is also a statue of an eagle, this statue is located behind the armor, rising from behind his head, cold staring ahead.

"Yes, yes, father, you can sit on the toilet and watch the people quietly, but what about me? I was dragged to this place by you, and you gave me a little bit of your strength, but I have to deal with thousands of people who are stronger than me Ten thousand times the enemy!" Ryan said to the black-haired man dissatisfied: "I have nothing but the genes and the sword you gave me, but you told me this is my destiny?!"

"This is your destiny, my son. It seems that you have done well in the past twenty years." The expression on the black-haired man's face did not change, and his gentle tone was more like a lie: "You and Other brothers are different, you can get much less from me."

"So what do I do next? You know this world, you know how conservative this set of ancient inheritance rules is, God knows when that time comes, can I become an earl?" Ryan paced beside the black-haired man, His tone was fast and anxious: "But I must act within order, just because I am your son!"

"No, child, you still don't understand what your duty is." The black-haired man turned around and looked at Ryan who had walked behind him: "If you use violence, then when you crown yourself, you will also When you fell, the corruption of Chaos was everywhere... My son, you need to use a wiser way."

"The bloody conquest will only please and make them stronger." Ryan seemed to have recovered from his previous anger, and he sneered: "Oh, father, I always thought, why don't you give me a system?"

"System?" The tall figure was a little puzzled: "I can't send those things to your hands, my son, my body is already decayed."

"No, what I mean is, just like those cross-travel texts, father, you should not show up, and then give me a system that continuously releases tasks, and then I complete your tasks,

Get the power you bestow? Instead of being like now, you just gave me a seed, and I have to rely on myself for everything! "Lian had a slight dissatisfaction on his face.

"I not only gave you my seed, I also gave you a world of freedom, my son, Ryan." The black-haired man seemed to understand what Ryan was saying: "I don't understand why you have such a request , if so, aren’t you just like a puppet in my hands, in the midst of exhausting your life and achieving your goals, you will lose yourself and gradually lose your heart.”

"My heart?" Ryan wondered.

"When you get used to obeying orders, when you get used to completing my tasks as your life goal, when you get used to taking my will as your own, you will also lose yourself." The tall body said slightly There was some shaking, and for the first time there was an expression on his face, a trace of sadness: "My eldest son, your brother, he is like this, when Chaos made him believe that everything he experienced was just a lie woven by me, This broke his will completely, and he has since fallen into the followers of Chaos, and started the most terrible rebellion since, which has always been the proud work of Chaos."

"This taught me a lot, Ryan, my son, you only grow up by yourself, and you can only maintain yourself under its temptation if you learn how to fight and resist the temptation of chaos." On the black-haired man, The golden glow was like substance, pouring into Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness one by one. He strode closer, as if he wanted to touch Ryan's head, but in the end he couldn't reach out, and just continued: "When you treat me , or become dependent on the system in your mouth, then as long as one day, a small accident, or a deliberate conspiracy, you will no longer be able to contact me, and you will find that what this system has been telling you is just a Pure deceit, the result of your half-life struggle for this is a deceitful scene, then..."

"Then my world will collapse, and I will instinctively think that you, father, are the mastermind behind everything. My rationality and calmness will be buried by anger and madness, and I will most likely be like my brothers. Frowning, he walked towards his father face to face, but passed by him again, and walked behind him: "But I am always alone, I can't get you I don’t have any help, I don’t have brothers, I don’t have my own legion, I don’t even have a territory of my own, how can I fight against the power that can swallow the world?”

"But you have time, my son. With the efforts of the saviors, although the next invasion will not be too long, it will not happen immediately. You still have a lot of time to build your own power and form your own legion. "The golden figure turned around, showing a faint smile for the first time: "Fortunately, my plan was successful. Judging from the current situation, Chaos has not found any trace of you. You can..."

"Yes, what a commandment of a great Creator to his creatures? Father, I am I, you are you, I am your son but not your servant, you have no love, I am a sword in your hand, Instead of your beloved son, you gave me genes and a new life, but you expect me to repay it with my life." Ryan roughly interrupted the black-haired man's words.

The black-haired man fell silent, his face changed, becoming like the coldest void in the universe: "I have no choice."

"Yeah, I have no choice, so I can only call you father." Ryan smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the golden light and shadow, the father and son stood silently facing each other.

"You can only rely on yourself for everything, my son, all I can do is to continue to watch you in the cold void, in this dark age..." the black-haired man whispered, and then his voice Fu became high again: "You are not alone, Ryan, you will never walk alone. In this world, there are also hopeful people who radiate great light, expel evil, and fight against foreign enemies."

"Unite them, and when that day comes, you will face it together." The black-haired man continued to speak, and the golden glow on his body shone brighter with his words: "One person cannot accomplish everything, you You are very weak, you are isolated and helpless, this is also part of my plan, of course I can make you a child of a great noble or royal family, but what will accompany it is..."

"It's the attention and assassination of evil. The most famous imperial genius I've heard, Brück, the eldest son of the Wittelsbach family, has shown amazing talent since he was four years old, but he died at the age of nine. The assassination of the 'Eavesdropper'." Ryan nodded deeply, he once complained about his father's choice, but it has to be said that a big reason for his smooth growth so far is that he has not attracted the attention of Chaos.

Otherwise, the young him would never be able to resist those terrifying Chaos Assassins.

"So what should I do now?" Ryan asked the golden figure as if he was complaining, but also seeking approval.

"It's right to go to the south. You already have a plan in mind for the future. The young eagle will never learn to fly under its wings." On the eagle statue behind the black-haired man, a light flashed: "Okay, Let's end this meeting."

"One last question, father."

"Say."

"My fertility shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"……should not."

"That's good."

The tall golden figure slowly disappeared from Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness, and finally the black-haired man added: "Your recent series of brave performances have attracted Urik's attention, Urik's existence... when you Just know."

Urik, the White Wolf God of War, once descended to fight against Chaos in person. It is said that when Charlemagne was crowned, it was Urik's chosen one who put the crown on him.

But now the empire does not admit this matter, nor does it deny it, but the White Wolf God of War's overemphasis on competition and cruelty is not very suitable for the current needs of the empire. Great sect.

"I understand." Ryan nodded. Whether he wanted to or not, the appearance of his father finally relieved his pressure.

In fact, he knew all about the reason why his father was unable to contribute. Although this was only the first face-to-face communication between them, before that, his father had entrusted him with dreams many times. What is his next task? He already knew it.

It's just clear that dissatisfaction must be vented. Sometimes Ryan feels that the world is a large prison. Only after learning from his father that he has no choice does Ryan feel better.

Opening the door of his room, Ryan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the half-elf was standing at the door, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Is that...an oracle just now?"

"Please don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations, Mr. Estelle." Ryan complained helplessly, but he is in a good mood now, and he is happy to say a few more words: "That's right."

"Faith makes us strong. I have seen your skills, Mr. Ryan, let's get to know you again. My name is Estelle Gale. I come from the San Lorenzo Forest and I believe in the Lord of the Phoenix." The half-elf stretched out his hand own right hand.

"Hello, 'Sledgehammer' Ryan, I won't introduce anything else, I believe you know all about it." Ryan also reached out to shake hands.

Now that the half-elf took the initiative to reconcile, Ryan has no reason to be entangled. The virtue of a knight is humility and politeness.

"I'm very glad that you have reached a settlement, but I may have to interrupt the conversation between the two of you." Oliver approached with a smile on his face: "The banquet tonight will start soon, two friends, you can go on your way Let's talk again."

"How long have I been in?" Ryan suddenly realized that the communication between him and his father probably took a lot of time.

"A little more than an hour, Mr. Lane, the banquet is about to begin." Another businessman, Matz, also came up. He had already changed into a dress. Compared with Oliver's tight buttons due to obesity, Matz's figure Be thinner, which makes his dress look better: "Is there anything we can talk about on the road."

"Well, I'll change my clothes later." Ryan changed into clean clothes very quickly, and the four of them left the hotel together.

There were only two businessmen and half-elf who got (got) the invitation. Ryan didn't know how the half-elf got the invitation, but in his opinion, a half-elf with an elegant bearing and a handsome face would be such a country lord. Party invitations are easy.

"Is there any progress? Mr. Oliver?" Ryan rode on his tall horse and smiled at Oliver.

"There is some progress. We plan to unite several caravans and hire several mercenary regiments staying in this town to set off together." Oliver nodded, and another businessman Matz also indicated that he was a participant in this plan.

"I've seen Birger, and his gray blade mercenaries are not bad at fighting. If they encounter ordinary bandits and bandits, it won't be a big problem to deal with them." The half-elf had an elegant demeanor, and he brushed his long golden hair , nodded: "Even if they encounter powerful enemies, they are not incapable of fighting."

"Can his mercenary group compare to the previous Nord infantry company?" Ryan became interested.

A standard Nord infantry company consists of one knight, five cavalry, and twenty-five to eighty infantry.

"Slightly worse."

"Mr. Ryan, it's hard to get results after we discuss and discuss. You'll know when you get there." Oliver laughed.

"Yes, let's go!" Ryan stopped pestering.

"Walk."