C1 Rugain(1)

It's the coldest day of winter. In such a season, the sky turned dark very early, and people's physical strength was also consumed very quickly. I dragged my tired body and walked into the city gate of Lut Gholein. What I need the most right now is a pot of wine. Warm my stomach, which hasn't eaten for three years and seven days. After that, I'll use hot water to take a good bath. I don't know if I can continue living the lonely life of 260 years... A hopeless wait. If death can free me from everything, I really wish I could rest in the embrace of death. I won't wake up again. Ironically, I have been wandering in the Lut Gholein's desert for 260 years. Counting it up, I am close to 300 years old, but I am still alive. I can stay in the desert for years without a drop of water or a grain of rice. Hunger and thirst will only torture my body and spirit, but I won't die. Life seems to never stop, it will last until the end of time.

I kept a promise, and just like that, I spent more than two hundred years alone in Lut Gholein. I have already searched every corner of the Lut Gholein's desert, but I couldn't find the answer. The flame of hope in my heart is about to be extinguished. My immortal body has become the cruelest curse in my life.

After entering the city, I heard the residents in the city talking about the earthquake that happened this afternoon. I felt a little guilty, because I am sorry, the earthquake was caused by me. I only fiercely kicked the ground when I lost control of my emotions.

Some of the more dilapidated buildings in Lut Gholein City collapsed due to the trembling of the ground. The residents who were in trouble were helping to clean up the scene of the disaster. Hopefully, there were no casualties! I began to feel regret for my impulsive actions. After all, I am a martial artist of light. After committing evil, I will inevitably be condemned by my conscience.

I passed by a blacksmith shop in the western part of Lut Gholein. The furnace was still red and the sound of metal clanking could be heard. The blacksmith was still forging iron.

The blacksmith had red hair and his name was Farah. He was from a branch family of a declining holy warrior family. Forging was not suitable for ladies, but Farah was an exception. She was the most brilliant blacksmith in Lut Gholein City. More than a hundred years ago, I was the owner of this blacksmith shop. Later, I transferred it to Farah's great-grandfather's grandfather, an honest old man called Dude.

The old man is no longer alive, but my blacksmith skills have been passed down to Farah's generation. As an immortal monster, I have to find some things to pass the time. Forging is the only thing that I am still interested in in in, so I came to Lut Gholein 260 years ago. I chose to use blacksmiths as my profession to survive the long years. My blacksmithing skill was inherited from the "God of Forging" title of Griswold in Rogge. That was before I met Talitha.

Farah looked up and saw me. He felt that I looked a little familiar. He smiled. I also smiled at her. I knew that she wouldn't know me... Although I often went to Lut Gholein to rest and reorganize my emotions, however, every time I stop, I only stop for a short period of time. The long period of loneliness in the desert has caused me to develop autism. When I come to the Lut Gholein, I will not interact with others. Furthermore, I will not make friends with them.

"Did anyone die because of today's earthquake?" I asked in a low voice.

Farah shook his head, "Luckily, the earthquake happened in the depths of the desert. There were only some old houses that fell down here. Some people were injured, but no one died because of it. It's really strange, there are very few earthquakes like this in Lut Gholein... "

I nodded, feeling slightly relieved in my heart.

Farah lowered his head and continued to forge the iron. I went around the blacksmith shop and arrived at a rather special wine shop in Lut Gholein City.

The reason why it is said to be special is not because of how high the quality of this wine shop is. It is because this place is close to the mercenary camp. The main guests here are the mercenaries in Lut Gholein City. The Lady Boss's name was Atma. Three years ago, I drank here. The ale here tasted good. It was brewed by Atma's family. It was fragrant and mellow. The Lady Boss's husband, who was also the owner of this bar, was called Mai Dong. He was a leader of the Mercenary Alliance. He was brave and heroic. Mercenaries would definitely visit more because of this reason.

The Mercenary Alliance in Lut Gholein had a very powerful organization. The way mercenaries lived was to use money to help people avoid disaster. The leaders of the mercenary organization were responsible for recruiting mercenaries. Recruiting missions to maintain the relationship between the mercenary organization and the government. They would be given a commission from the mercenaries who carried out the mission. The missions of mercenaries were mostly assassination missions, bodyguards, and participation in local wars between tribes. Due to the monetary relationship, it was necessary for King of Lut Gholein to show off his military strength to the outside world. The Mercenary Alliance had become a legal organization in Lut Gholein and had a complicated relationship with the government.

After drinking a mouthful of mellow ale, my body made a welcoming reaction. A warm feeling rose from my abdomen. But my heart didn't seem to warm up with it. In another day, it will be a full 260 years, and my heart will become cold day by day. The hopeless wait is like a poisonous snake, biting at my heart every day.

Occasionally, the laughter and laughter of the customers will come from the bar, and the singers will sing softly on the stage in front of the counter. The lights are dim and my consciousness starts to blur. Is this life? What is the fun of life? Perhaps the value of life lies in the short period of life. For an undying monster, life became torture. Especially the life without a purpose, the life without any hope. Being immortal was the dream of many generations, but to truly become an undying being... Only then did I understand how it felt.

Perhaps my body hasn't been exposed to alcohol for too long, or perhaps my condition today isn't suitable for drinking. After a cup of wine, I began to sleep like a hooligan.

Fire, my eyes are filled with fire. A beautiful woman in the sea of fire turned her head around and revealed a brilliant smile to me. Boom! With a world-shaking sound, the elements of the barrier began to collapse.

"No, no..."

The pain at the back of my head causes me to wake up from my nightmare. So it turns out that I have fallen off a stool towards the sky.

"Wake up, wake up!"

I opened my eyes and my body was drenched in cold sweat. Although the same nightmare had appeared many times in the past 260 years, it still made me wish I was dead. It had been 260 years since I looked back and smiled in the flames. I have never seen her again.