The wind and rain on the Immortal Island are changing, but the nights in the Demingham land area are slightly more temperatures because of the clear weather.

Near the end of September, after the clear weather during this period, Demingham is about to begin winter...

"Sir, your cheese."

The manager held a bowl of cheese roasted on the stove in his hand and opened the store to the side of the table next to the street outside.

After heating these originally dry and hard yellow cheeses, they naturally turn into a stick of sticky liquid similar to butter, and the sweet heat steam swells up.

This is a common way for poor people to eat. Most of the time, this type of thing is found on their dining table.

A hand with dull skin and wrinkled skin pinched half a piece of bread with some cheese and put it in his mouth. He pursed his lips and moved a few times, rolled the Adam's apple and swallowed the bread.

The loose hair hung under the brim of the hat. The clothes that were quite fit half a month ago now looked big and exaggerated, and the thin body could no longer support it.

"Grandpa, we will go to the garment store to buy two new sets of clothes to change."

The young man smiled and tore the dry bread into small pieces and put it on the plate in front of the old man. The bitterness and sorrow in his eyes could not be concealed.

"No need...Wilder, go to work quickly. As a man, you should have your own life and you have to start a family..."

The old man spoke a little intermittently, and he was not used to the chaotic state of uncontrollable breath when he was halfway through his speech.

He looked at the young man beside him, and the wind blew across the street, lingering in his ears.

Those who listen to the wind can hear all the messages brought by the wind.

"I think...I should know something, grandpa, I know you and Nancy, you all have... special things, I want to face them with you."

Over the past month, Wilder has watched the person in front of him go from a strong and energetic old gentleman to a cane that even has to rely on a walking stick, and he needs to rest with intermittent pauses when speaking.

This is unreasonable!

But when Wilder looked opposite him and was still lowering his head to eat chocolate, like Nancy, who had nothing happened, he didn't know how to express his thoughts.

Neither he nor Nancy were the biological children of the old man in front of him, but after he woke up from a certain moment in my memory, he and Nancy saw the first person he and Nancy saw.

Even though they were all young at that time.

"Wilder, I know what you want to say, but some things are good if you don't know. From today on, you are a real adult, and some things you have to face alone and go... Now, immediately!"

The old man's tone became a little heavier without realizing it. Wilder still wanted to speak, but his body couldn't help but stand up.

His body was used to obeying the old man's words.

"Then I'll leave first, goodbye."

"Wait, drink it before leaving. I know you have a bad sleep lately and it can help you."

The old man took out a small silver metal pot from his pocket and handed it to Wilder.

"OK."

Wilder took the small metal pot, opened the lid, looked at the liquid like water inside, and poured it into his mouth with his neck.

Then he turned around and walked away slowly, looking at the two people behind him from time to time.

"Time is up?"

After Wilder disappeared around the corner of the street, Nancy raised her head, her hair was scattered around her cheeks, and her eyes hidden behind her hair were looking at the old man.

"It's almost... Nancy, you are different from Wilder. After tonight, he will start his new life. You are different. Your physical problems must be solved. However, even I can't find where the remaining materials have been transported to. With my current state, I can't fight against those people anymore. You have to do the rest by yourself. I'm sorry, I can't fulfill my promise."

The old man put down the slice of bread in his hand, reached into his arms, and took out a letter.

"Donald Grant, I have had several communications with him, and I have no private hiding every time I teach. I think he can feel this. I wanted to find an opportunity to test him and conquer him... But this person is very enthusiastic, and later he found someone or organization that can help him understand the spells... He is still a wizard, which is enough. Now he has successfully entered the strange adjustment bureau. Maybe he can help you, take this letter to him, but don't hand it over directly, I wrote it in the letter paper... Let's go."

Another night wind passed by, and the old man's mouth, who was still trying to say something, suddenly closed and said in a deep voice.

"I'm leaving."

Without any delay, Nancy put down the knife and fork in her hand, got up and left.

He turned his back to the old man, pursing his lips tightly, making his rosy lips turn white, and his hands seemed to be easily inserted into the two pockets beside him, but his steps were extremely heavy.

"Hey... it's another person. Is the young man over there willing to come and have a meal with me, the old man?"

The old man looked at the two places beside him with a little disappointed feeling, and suddenly looked up at the person walking from the other side of the street.

In late autumn, although the temperature rose a little, it was on the already low level, the man was wearing a thin white shirt with no mouths on the sleeves on both sides and a neckline, revealing his chest with many scars on the bottom.

"Oh, acquaintance, why are you sitting here for dinner alone? Isn't there still two plates on the table? It seems that there are still people here just now?"

Before the person arrived, the sound had already arrived. He walked on the edge of the street, and his right hand kept pulling his collar, as if his body was always a little hot. His left hand was hanging in the air, swinging like a conductor of an orchestra.

Several figures suddenly rushed out behind him, wearing mechanical masks on his face, and headed straight for the direction where Nancy left just now.

A man rushed forward, with a very fast speed, a long street of more than ten meters, hurriedly passing by.

However, just as his footsteps were about to cross the line where the old man was, his body suddenly stopped, and his feet went first in the next second, but his upper body broke in an instant!

The head is one piece, the left shoulder and neck are one piece, and the left arm is one piece alone...

Blood mixed with internal organs flowed all over the ground!

Halfway through the walk stopped, and the people who were about to pursue also stopped, and they did not dare to move forward.

At this moment, some blue and red silk threads suddenly flashed on the empty street.

The cyan is the wind element thread, while the red is due to blood infiltration!

Kara ~

The curtains in the restaurant next to it were pulled down, and all the guests took their own dishes to the inside of the store.

But some people are retreating, but they keep looking out. They cherish their lives, but they don’t want to miss this “good show”.

"Gonitz, now he looks like this, and with this ability, should I say that he is one of the four kings of the past? Or... the old dog also has a few teeth!"

The sarcasm kept on his lips, but the man always stood nearly 6 meters away.

This is a full position.

He thought.

"I remember you, a little leader at that time... I didn't expect that in Lei Yu, even a low-ranking guy like you, can become the captain?"

Goniz took off his hat and put it on the table, squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, and he still had a vague impression.

"Hahaha~ A person who betrays the organization and says that he is a person who will do anything to continue the organization, is a low-ranking third-rate? The current society is really disgusting!"

The young man opened his arms and looked at the man in front of him without mercy and looked down upon him as his idol for life.

"Actually, I'm very curious, why did you betray you back then? The thunderstorm at that time was able to compete with the Demingham government and even suppress the other side's transcendent forces. As long as you four are in a group, who dares to touch you?"

While speaking, he put his right hand back behind his back and quietly made a gesture.

"Hmph, you didn't..."

Goniz opened his mouth.

Bang!

On the eaves on the upper left side, a ball of white smoke rose up, and the fiery red projectiles shot towards Goniz.

When the wind sounded, the projectile was cut into pieces several meters away.

The young man had no disappointment on his face and took a step back.

boom!

The chopped projectile suddenly burst, and the air waves swept straight to Goniz behind the table with flames.

Similarly, the fire could not even reach the old man and was blown away by the strong wind without leaving any sparks.

"Your methods are really... low-level!"

The hand placed on the table was not sure when it was put down the table and put it on the legs, trembling slightly.

"Storm Goniz! Times have changed!"

The hands were inserted into the pockets, and the upper body suddenly pressed forward and formed an oblique angle of about 120 degrees with both legs. The flames exploded around her body. Gaoniz's pupils shrank slightly, but she still didn't say a word. The young man grinned and continued,

"Look at your appearance, a 50-year-old man is exactly the same as a 90-year-old old man."

"Fireworks experiment, everything in the next half of your life will be exchanged for the brilliant life in the first half of your life... How much power can you use now?"

"Agree, Goniz, you're a complete loser."

"Take your talents, your wonders, everything!"

"Those treasures are possessed by waste like you, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable!"

The man was like a long-tongued woman from a farm family, complaining constantly, and his mouth was unwilling to stop for a moment.

At some point, he raised his right hand high and pointed his index finger at the night sky.

The clicking sound sounded on the roofs of all sides, which was the sound of the gun bolt being pulled... In the shadow of the roof, dozens of black muzzles aimed at the old man on the street.

He sat alone.

There is only one person.

"Open fire!!!"
To be continued...