The cold wind blew across the plains, setting off a wave of snow dust. In the heavy snow, a man rode a horse and moved towards the north against the wind.

Following the road, Gioshua drove the war horse and entered the border of the Moldavian territory. The horse's hooves stepped down and splashed ice slags.

Along the way, there were more and more people on the road, not only the crossing dragon caravans, but also many carriages with various banners. They may be merchants, or rich people who simply go out for fun. After all, ordinary civilians will not consume precious calories in winter.

As for those who drive winter wolf sleds on the roadside, they are basically fishermen or hunters. Since they have to go to the waterside and forests without roads, it is not convenient to ride horses and cars, so sleds are the best choice.

"Winter wolf..."

Noticed that the group of large white dogs running happily, Joshua couldn't help but shake his head. The name sounded handsome, but in fact its habits were actually similar to that of Husky. He remembered that he had one back then, but handsome...

I remember going back a long time ago, at that time, the mainland had just opened a server, and I was working alone in the south. I accidentally saw a winter wolf at an auction. He didn't plan to raise a war pet at all and bought it for no reason...

"Wait, who is that?" A familiar black figure seemed to flash in front of him. Joshua's memories were interrupted. His eyes instantly focused and looked into the distance. The figure from the direction of the main city subconsciously murmured: "So familiar."

Just a glance made him feel familiar, and this situation made Joshua serious. He urged the horse to approach the slow figure, but the closer he got, the more familiar he felt, but he couldn't think of who it was.

It was not until a while later that he was facing the man that his doubts were resolved. Joshua said in surprise: "Old butler...fan?"

The old man named Fan, wearing a black housekeeper suit, raised his head and looked around in surprise when he heard the sound. Then, after discovering Joshua, he smiled and dismounted, bowed politely:

"Ah, long time no see, Master Joshua."

Without replying, Joshua's eyes were filled with confusion and confusion. He also got off the horse, hurried over and helped the old housekeeper up, and then quickly frowned and said, "Your hair...hands?!"

He held the old housekeeper's hand rudely and looked at it seriously, while the old man just smiled and looked at Joshua, letting him see.

That was an old man's hand.

The skin has loosened and wrinkles are covered. If you get close, you can even vaguely see the cyan blood vessels and tendons, while the muscles on the arms are no longer as strong as before.

Looking at the hands, Joshua felt an unknown anger rise from the depths of his heart.

That was Joshua's anger belonging to this world.

Van, the old housekeeper of the Rado Cliff family, has been taking care of him since he was born. They have lived together for more than ten years, and their relationship is no different from father and son. It can even be said that Van cares more about him than Joshua's father.

In fact, it is because he is too familiar with the old housekeeper who has lived with him for more than ten years that he is shocked and angry at these hands.

In the man in front of him, the traces left by time are everywhere. Even though the white hair was neatly combed, it still reveals the aura of aging. Countless small wrinkles are spread all over his face. Although his face makes his face more angular, it also makes people reaffirm his weakness.

According to common sense, it seems normal that this middle-aged man named Fan is no different from the old housekeeper of other families, and his appearance is exactly the same as his age - after all, Fan is the same age as his father, and his father is over fifty years old.

It is not a strange thing for a middle-aged man in his fifties and sixties to experience wind and frost, and has experienced many battles and has white hair.

But this is the abnormality.

Neither Van nor Joshua's father were ordinary middle-aged men!

Not to mention the others, Earl of Winter Beluo de Radcliffe is a golden-level knight, which means that his natural life span is two hundred years, and it is not difficult to pay attention to maintenance for three hundred years. Fifty or sixty is even in his heyday for such people.

And every...

When Joshua was born, Fan looked eighteen and twenty years old. When Joshua ran around the territory, Fan, who was watching him, looked eighteen and twenty years old. When Joshua could wield a giant sword, his father was instructing with a cold face, he smiled quietly beside him. Fan, who brought the tea, looked eighteen and twenty years old. Even when Joshua had joined the army and returned to the territory because of the holiday of the officers' school, Fan, who was the first to come out to welcome him, was still about eighteen and twenty years old.

In the past, Joshua once asked his father this question - even if this is a magical world, youth is still a difficult problem. Apart from elves, it is difficult for him to think of any race that has a natural appearance forever, but there is no need for the former head of the Rado Cliff family to answer. He himself also knew that a person with black hair, golden eyes and normal ears could not be an elves.

But it is definitely not a human being. There is no doubt that he must be an immortal species.

Until the end, the Count did not respond to his question head-on, but just said a few words in a vague way, "You will definitely know it in the future anyway." "This kind of question has no meaning."

In fact, the humans on the mainland don’t care at all about this kind of problem. The same is true for Joshua. There are so many immortal species around you. Maybe the owner of the bar where you often go to drink is an elf. Who has the patience to verify it one by one?

But this time, the difference - the fact that aging a species of immortality is undoubtedly related to a series of recent events - is related to the death of Joshua's father.

What happened in the guarded place?

"Fan, what's going on?" Joshua looked up and looked straight into the eyes of the old man in front of him, with an aggressive attitude: "Answer me!"

Since the time travel, the warrior always feels unreal and confused. Although everything here is undoubtedly true, he has no substantial feelings. Everything is familiar and strange, and is close and distant.

But now it's different. The heart is violently aroused, and blood is surging all over the body with anger. Joshua's eyes are extremely cold, as if they are about to pierce the void and point directly to the unknown enemy.

"The guarding place..." The white-haired butler seemed to hesitate. He pondered for a while and said, "My young master, you can't know yet."

"Why?" The words were almost coercive, and Joshua took a step forward, as if he was questioning without any emotion.

"Because you are not 'qualified'," he did not care about Joshua's questioning. As before, Fan replied in a brisk tone, "If you want to know, you must inherit your father's title, become the master of Moldavia, and protect the lord of this land. This is a contract that cannot be violated and engraved in my bones."

"qualifications?!"

With a brief amazement, Joshua felt an incredible absurdity, "The Earl of Winter Beluo has only one descendant, that is me, the only successor! After his death, he can automatically inherit the title without even having to the emperor's title. I, Joshua, are the natural lord of this land!"

"Now you told me that I am not qualified? So who has it? The uncle who doesn't know where it came from?" Speaking of this, Joshua couldn't help but show a hideous smile and said with a fierce look on his face: "That's right, he also has the right to inherit, so just kill him."

Without answering this question, the white-haired old man looked at Joshua's wrists on his left and right hands with slightly dim golden red eyes, then frowned and turned his gaze to other places.

"'Qualification' is not some kind of illusory title, but a real object." As if he was thinking about his words, Fan spoke slowly after a moment, and Joshua also listened patiently: "I don't know where the master has put it, but you should know."

"What exactly is it? Where is it? How could I know!"

"Please believe me, young master, all this is not because I don't want to say it, but because I can't say it."

Joshua is not the kind of person who knows how to talk about it. After finding out that Fan seemed to be unable to say "vows", he was too lazy to say anything and simply called out the system. If he disagrees, he would throw it out.

[Investigation and judgment...Level crushing advantage, attribute crushing advantage...]

【Successful investigation】

【Name: Van Amos】

【Template: Excellent】

【Race: Divine Machine - Race Skill: Divine Machine, resonance with the contractor connected to the bloodline, transform into a weapon】

【Level: The contractor has died, the level is mandatory to 1】

[Attribute board: The contractor has died, all attributes are forced to be the base value]

【Body Size: Medium Humanoid Life in Another World】

【Health: The contractor has died, the health is forced to be the base value】

[Physical strength value: The contractor has died, the physical strength value is the base value]

【Incarnation Weapon: Amos Dragon Sword】

【Status: Life passes (remaining 10 days of life)】

[Profession: The sixth generation of God of Wasteland/Butler]

【Talent: The contractor has died, forcibly eliminate all talents]

【Skill: The contractor has died, forcibly erase all skills]

【Equipment: Black Housekeeper’s Suit】

【Strong weapon, loyal butler.】

Wait...stop! Please stop first!

Joshua felt a little bad - the excessive amount of information surprised him and his expression became weird.

God Ji? Qiao Xiuya vaguely remembered that before traveling, this word was often mentioned in his battle group for a while, and the forum was also very popular. It is said that it was a super-respected contract race. He didn't care much about his specific abilities because he was focused on the devotion of the legendary copy [Sacrificial Field of Ten Thousand Worlds].

The memory gradually became clear, and Joshua recalled a lot of information. The contract mission of the Shenji was indeed in the Northern Empire, which was very difficult and limited time. When he finished the guide to the sacrificial ground of the Ten Thousand Worlds, it was over. There were no more than ten people in the world who successfully contracted it. The lucky group deliberately concealed the information together. The entire mission process was full of fog. Time passed, the craze cooled down, and the Shenji also became a rumored race.

But now it seems that the ability of the divine machine should be transformed into a weapon! And the level is definitely extraordinary, like the Amos Dragon Slaying Sword transformed into the old housekeeper, which is the powerful giant sword that Earl of Winter relied on to become famous. He once killed twelve white dragons and forced the Northern White Dragon Origin to sign a peace contract!

And the initiator of the Divine Machine Mission... seems to be the Radcliffe family in Moldavia!

The information buried deep in the memory gradually revived, and Joshua felt a sudden realization. Through the comparison of intelligence between the two worlds, he suddenly discovered that the Radcliff family he was in had participated in the historical process in the game. Through the scattered information, he could even guess what was guarding in the land he was guarding, and what was the so-called change now!

If he was not mistaken...that would be a really amazing thing.

However, compared to these, what is more important now is the state of elapse of life.

"Fan." Joshua looked at the old housekeeper in front of him and frowned. Now the truth had been roughly guessed, so he simply made it clear and said, "You don't have much time."

"..." Fan was silent.

"Even if you don't say it, I can guess it roughly... But this is no longer important. You know, I always thought that when I inherited the family, you will still be our steward. My son inherited the family, and you will still be our steward!" Joshua just looked directly at Fan: "You are my most important family. I just want to know what happened to you, that's all!"

"..." Fan raised his head and looked at Joshua. The original red eyes with gold edges had become less bright due to the passage of vitality. They were turbid, but they were still sharp.

"I'm very touched." Finally speaking, he seemed to have made up his mind and said in an extremely serious tone, "But a vow is a vow, and I can tell you something irrelevant at most."

"I—as you can see, not human. A long time ago, my elders and I made a contract with the Radcliffe family's eldest son to serve you. This contract allows us to live and die together. Now that the master is dead, I will naturally not be long."

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man bowed: "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect the master."

"I can't say much about the others, even if you guessed it, I can't say it. Unless you become the head of the family, unless you take on the heaviest responsibility of the Radcliffe family, I will not be able to tell you the truth."

In the heavy snow, silence spreads.

After a while, Joshua spoke, "I probably understand."

The soldier sighed and shook the snow on his body. The sigh was broken by the cold wind and disappeared into the flying snow: "Then, where are you, who have only ten days left for life, now?"

"Don't be sad for me." After touching his horse, the old white-haired housekeeper looked at the expressionless Joshua and chuckled: "Death to fulfill his responsibilities is the most glorious end for the warriors. Both the master and I have no guilt."

"Now I want to say only one thing." Turning around, Fan turned his back to Joshua and said this, his tone was meaningful: "Now, there are uninvited guests in our family. Unfortunately, I am in poor condition now."

"Then, I'll sweep the garbage away, just like you did before." Joshua understood what he was saying: "Clear, no one left."

"So good luck, my master,"

“…Goodbye, Fan.”

The old housekeeper climbed into the saddle and rushed in the opposite direction of the Moldavian leader.

Joshua looked indifferently at the distance.

"Become the lord of that sealed land?" he whispered, then sneered.

At the end of the vision is the main city wall covered by heavy snow and only vague shadows.
Chapter completed!