446. Return
Night, in a hotel.
Numerous candles were lavishly lit, and a group of wandering knights appeared to be holding a banquet.
The bard played his accordion and sang magnificent poems.
The prostitutes, holding wine glasses, occasionally flirted with the knights.
On the table sat a fragrant roasted capon, large chunks of oat bread, onion and ham soup, and freshly picked berries.
This is a carnival feast!
The noise and laughter almost drowned out everything else.
It seemed that those present wanted to use this joy to dispel some kind of 'fear'.
Knock knock!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
The first to hear this was a cook carrying a barrel of wine; her waist, as thick as a barrel, was trembling, and her eyes were fixed on the door with terror.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The knocking continued, and as more and more people noticed the noise, all the commotion gradually subsided.
Neither the knights nor the prostitutes had any intention of continuing their pleasure-seeking; some even unconsciously gripped their sword hilts, their knuckles turning white.
Thump! Thump thump!
The knocking continued, like the notes of death.
The hotel lobby was completely Silence at this point.
The innkeeper, who had a limp, limped out, carrying an axe, and came to the door. "Who is it?"
"A traveler!"
The answer came from outside; it was young, and seemed to carry a hint of confusion.
The shop owner breathed a sigh of relief, pulled open the small wooden board on the door, and saw a young man with dark eyes standing outside.
"Excuse me... I apologize for bothering you. Do you have a spot left for lost travelers?"
The young man said apologetically.
For some reason, upon seeing the other person's eyes, the shop owner felt a little confused and opened the shop door.
Seeing the other person come in, he himself was somewhat surprised by his own behavior just now.
However, the shop owner's wife, a cook, immediately brought over a water bottle. "By the Mother Earth!"
Pray for a bountiful harvest! Pray for a good harvest!
The shop owner took some water and sprinkled it on Sulu, then held up a torch in front of him to examine him closely.
After a series of actions, seeing that Sulu hadn't changed, the people in the shop breathed a sigh of relief and continued to have fun.
Snap!
The shop owner slammed the door shut and growled, "Young man, you're really lucky! You weren't targeted and eaten by the monster in the dark..."
"Perhaps I am indeed quite lucky."
Sulu smiled and took out a gold coin, "I need a room, a glass of cider, and a dinner."
"Okay, no problem."
The shop owner accepted the gold coin, bit it with his teeth, and then happily stuffed it into his pocket.
Although the shop was already quite crowded, they still gave Sulu a seat despite his grumbling.
"The Dragon World... has changed a lot."
Sulu sat down and looked at the room full of dissolute people, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
At this moment, he had already left the Main World and returned to the Dragon World.
Even though he was unaware of some of the customs before, he learned some information from the hearts of the local natives through their interaction.
All of this is because of the Dawn of Gods and the resurgence of the Spirit Tide!
When he left, the world began to recover, and now it is naturally even more extraordinary.
For ordinary people, this is not a good thing.
The most impactful of these was the ' Night Invasion ' incident!
The number of creatures that like to attack humans in the dark has increased dramatically.
Especially in remote villages and towns, at night, the dense darkness seems to harbor countless monsters.
If anyone dared to leave their home and venture into the wilderness, very few would return alive.
Therefore, people nowadays like to gather together at night, light torches and candles, and revel all night long, hoping to drive away fear and darkness with joy!
'Something sounds... off.'
Sulu's expression was grave.
At this moment, the restaurant owner brought out the wine glasses and dinner.
Sulu took a small sip of cider and did not continue stealing the memories of the others.
I was forced by circumstances to avoid revealing my ignorance and arousing suspicion.
If you want to know other information, you can do so through other methods.
This is also the bottom line he set for himself.
As extraordinary individuals, their abilities far surpass those of ordinary people. If they do not abide by some self-established 'principles,' they may gradually lose themselves in power and become slaves to it.
As he watched the free entertainment, he listened to the bard's chant. "The true dragon descends to the north, the wolf pack is all wiped out, when the flames arrive, all is reduced to scorched earth..."
"A bard!"
Sulu's ears twitched, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He called the bard over.
"What are your orders, sir?"
The bard had wrinkles around his eyes and looked no longer young; he bowed very respectfully.
How many years has it been now?
Sulu tossed out a gold coin and casually asked.
This world is similar to the Middle Ages; transportation is inconvenient, and many knights may not know the exact year.
"Ten years after the fall of the Black Dragon."
The bard's eyes lit up when he saw the gold coins, and he immediately replied.
"What?"
Sulu was taken aback.
I originally thought that after the resurgence of the Spirit Tide, the time flow in the Dragon World would become more consistent with that in the Main World, but now it seems that it is faster.
Less than a year in the Main World, eight years have passed here!
He quickly calmed himself down. "What was the meaning of the poem you just sang? The fall of the Wolf Castle family? Tell me in detail."
"Yes."
Although somewhat puzzled, the bard replied, "Five years after the Black Dragon's fall, the Dragon Queen personally led her army into the Northern Territory, summoning Great Dragon to fight and annihilating the Running Wolf Clan in one fell swoop. The young Grand Duke Sith was bound to a pillar and burned to ashes by Dragon Flame... The Dragon Queen also declared the permanent abolition of the Duke of Wolf Castle and annexed the Northern Territory as her Royal Territory..."
Sith, the younger brother of Gran, the original heir to the Grand Duke.
However, since Gran and Grand Duke Frank of Grand Duke of Wolf Castle were both killed by Sulu, Sith got away with it.
Unfortunately, he only reigned as Grand Duke for two days before being captured by the Messiah during his northern expedition and burned alive.
'This seems to be my fault too... I once told Messiah that if you see any young members of House Stark, you should burn them alive first... Maybe that's not exactly what I said, but that's the gist of it.'
Sulu felt a chill run down his spine, thinking that Messiah had done an excellent job.
'But... summoning Great Dragon, the Dragon Queen?'
He found it hard to believe that the little girl from back then had grown into a true champion and gone so far in her professional career.
'The bloodline of Dragon I can only play a role in the early stages. Her current class is perhaps already comparable to that of her ancestor... This is the result of her own efforts, and perhaps also a combination of fortuitous encounters, talent, bloodline, and other factors?'