Chapter 2251 The Past Is Like Smoke (Add More Monthly Tickets)
Over the years, the contradiction between reason and emotion has always troubled this young mage.
Although Qiao An is recognized as a unparalleled genius in the world, with a mind far beyond others, there are some problems in the world that cannot be solved by intelligence alone.
In fact, he suspects that there may be no so-called "correct answers" to these difficult problems, and it would be pointless to continue exploring them.
After staying in the ruins of Beaver Village for half an hour, Joan finally recovered from his contemplation, blew his whistle, and ordered the two phantom horses to continue pulling the cart.
The carriage ran along the river bank, and about two hours later, a small town appeared at the bend of the river, where Joan was born and raised.
Every time he returned to Delin Town, Joan always felt a sense of homelessness.
Two or three years ago, in order to avoid attracting attention, he would choose to get off in the forest outside the town and teleport directly to his former residence to save trouble.
But this time he didn't intend to avoid anyone, he drove straight to the entrance of the town, and under the curious eyes of the militiamen on duty, he stopped the carriage and nodded his greetings.
"Good morning, Mr. Guard."
"Uh, good morning, sir from afar!" The young militiaman hurriedly took off his hat and bowed to him, his eyes hesitated, "Please forgive my offense...Look at your attire, you seem to be a master mage."
Joan nodded with a smile.
It seems that the "Styx Robe" is still too ostentatious. It is not difficult for the country militiamen to find out that this kind of luxurious robe with elegant style and high-end materials is by no means affordable for ordinary adventurers.
"Oh! Master Master, where are you from? Do you need a follower? I will be happy to introduce you to the taverns and inns in the town. If you have any errands, you can also leave it to me!"
The attitude of the militiamen, there is a hint of awe in humility.
In the New World, whether in the south or the north, country people should have such an attitude when they meet a spellcaster.
However, Qiao An still felt a touch of melancholy.
If you don't count the brief return to your hometown during the war, it has been five years since you left Delin Town since the day you left home to study.
In the past five years, the small town of my hometown seems to have not changed much, but the former children have grown up, and they don't even recognize him, a fellow villager who has returned from a long journey.
"Don't bother you to be a tour guide, Mr. Guard, I'm actually a local." Joan told the truth.
"Ah? In recent years, there has only been one mage in our town. Could it be that you are..." The militiamen widened their eyes in amazement, and looked up and down Joan with disbelief, "The young master of the Tyre family ?”
"I'm not some young master."
Joan shook his head and smiled, jumped out of the carriage, snapped his fingers casually, and the Phantom Horse and the carriage turned into black smoke and dissipated with the wind.
"My name is Joan, Joan Vida."
The militiaman stood there stunned, watching the young mage pass in front of him, and walked straight along the street.
When he finally remembered the name "Joan Vida", he came back to his senses like an electric shock, and the back of the other party had disappeared at the corner of the street.
"Wow! By the gods, this is big news!"
The militiaman talked to himself excitedly, and finally got through until his companion came to change shifts. He quickly stuffed the magic crystal musket into the opponent's hand, and ran towards the tavern with his legs.
He is very sure that he is the first person in the town to know that Master Vader has returned home. Based on this exclusive news, he will definitely become the focus of the tavern at noon today, the prettiest boy in the eyes of all the troublemakers in the town. !
Joan walked the streets unhurriedly.
It was still early, coupled with the raging wind and snow, most of the shops on the street were not open yet.
There were few pedestrians on the road, and they were all rushing through the snow, and no one paid attention to the boy in black who passed by.
Joan walked to the end of the street, through a sparse forest covered with snow.
In the open space at the foot of the mountain, there is a handsome two-story wooden house, which is his former residence.
Joan stopped in front of the former residence for a while, and did not immediately open the door to enter the house. Instead, he continued along the forest path, passing through a denser forest, and a hut appeared in front of him.
Seeing this forest hut that was almost submerged in snow, Joan naturally recalled his childhood.
At that time, my grandfather was still alive, and he often took him and his hound Jamie to the hut for picnics in the woods. After eating a full stomach, he went into the depths of the forest to hunt, and wandered until the evening before returning home with the prey.
When he was lucky, Joan could still catch one or two beast cubs—"Mixed-Blood Winter Wolf" Jamie, who was brought home by him and his grandfather in this way.
Joan thought of Kandy again, the Asa girl had accompanied him to hunt in the woods, and encountered a ferocious badger in the hut.
Fortunately, Kandy was a druid, and his strength was much stronger than him at that time, and he cast a spell to kill the frightened beast, otherwise his life might be in danger.
The past is vivid in my mind, but Yiren doesn't know where she is. Thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.
Although writing a letter is the most painful thing in Joan's life, some emotion in his heart is urging him to take the initiative to write a letter to Kandy to inquire about her recent situation.
Joan was walking on the path in the forest, bits and pieces of memories reappeared in his mind, some were blurred, like faded scrolls, some were still so fresh, recalling that he couldn't help but feel a tingle in his heart, as if Burned by a hot soldering iron.
At the end of this mountain road is Grandpa Qiao An's cemetery, which is also the final destination of his trip.
Joan didn't cast a spell, and cleaned the snow and gravel around the tombstone with his bare hands, then took out a bouquet of flowers prepared in advance from the storage bag, placed it right in front of the tombstone, and fell into a long silence.
Before he knew it, grandpa's last words seemed to echo in his ears again.
"My child, you cannot allow yourself to stay away from people...you cannot allow yourself to become a dehumanized monster."
It has been five years since my grandfather passed away.
In the past five years, Qiao An has experienced many twists and turns and blows, and even had doubts about human nature more than once, but fortunately he survived in the end.
In the past few years, he has always tightened the strings in his heart, never indulged his lonely and inferior nature, did not flee from the crowd, but tried his best to integrate into human society, bit the bullet to participate in social entertainment, and successfully made many friends, okay? It's easy to make yourself look like a normal person.
After putting in so much effort, Qiao An dare not say that he has completely changed his nature, at least he did not disappoint his grandpa's spirit in heaven.
At least not yet.
If you ask yourself, is it worth paying so much, and how long can you last like this?
Joan couldn't give an optimistic answer.
He just felt tired, tired.
He didn't know how to describe the exhausted feeling in words.
Frankly speaking, Joan doesn't know how long he can hold on.
I hope that one day, I can find a place in the world that really suits me to settle down, which will not violate my grandfather's last words, but also make my soul peaceful.
(end of this volume)
After many years, Qiao An returned to the place where she was born again. This volume is also coming to an end, and a new chapter will start tomorrow.
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