The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 86: Gentle Hatred (Part 1)

"Your Excellency the astrologer, you...were in tears?" Although Elliott was a well-educated knight, he didn't seem to understand that asking this question at this time would seem a little untimely.

Jonah turned his face and hid his tears in the bright shadow of the brazier. "No, Ellie, I'm fine. What happened? Did Sibi find his father? How did they come to Cherry Du? "

"This story is very long. We will try to keep it short to ensure your sleep time." The Rose Knight nodded.

Pamela never found her father. She went around inquiring about the whereabouts of the gray-haired, tall, and broad-brimmed swordsman, but at that time the war in the Western Continent had not started, and there were more than tens of millions of people walking on the road. Who would pay attention to the appearance of a rushing visitor?

She is determined to abandon her name, the name given by her father. Pamela changed her name to Sibi. In the dialect of the Bazelal Mountains, Sibi means "revenge". Traveled all over the country. In order to reduce the trouble, she had to wrap herself tightly in a heavy cloak, only revealing those green eyes that were exactly the same as her mother.

With a bow and arrow on her back, she entered St. Boren, passed the Redstone Fort, followed the road to the north, and finally passed through the entire Zavi Empire, to the border of the Republic of Ebenezer.

The Republic of Ebenezer is famous in Westland for its xenophobic and autistic foreign policy. That year, the new consul took office. The first order of the new leader was to close all the gates and shut the merchants and spies together. Outside the country. Sibbi's itinerary ended here, and once again passed through the Zavi Empire, St. Boren, and returned to Bazelal. Time, two years have passed, she was dizzy by the real or false news, and the fighting spirit generated by anger has gradually faded.

She wandered aimlessly westward along the road, unconsciously, and took the same path that her father and mother used to escape from the bluegrass manor. One night, when she stayed in a hotel, she heard the news from the owner’s mouth: 20 miles ahead, there was a ruined castle. It was the site of the Dewey Bluegrass Manor destroyed by the court judge 19 years ago. According to folklore, the ghost of Baron Avilier Sutherland, the owner of the manor, has been wandering in the castle. If you walk into the castle in the middle of the night, if you are lucky, you can hear the gloomy whispers of Baron Avilier in the study on the top floor.

"Yes, miss." The hotel owner put down the rag and wine glass in his hand and squeezed his eyes: "Now it is a famous tourist attraction. Countless young people who want to prove their courage came from all over the kingdom by car. Sleeping in the castle for a night is the most fashionable experience of courage testing. Miss, if you are interested, I can arrange a carriage and a guide for you. We will leave tomorrow afternoon and you can just have dinner in the castle."

Xin Ru Zhong Lei Shang, froze there, unable to say a word for a long time.

Early the next morning, she left the hotel and walked to the Orchid Grass Manor alone. At noon, after passing a dilapidated fence gate, Sibi stopped and picked up a rotten wooden sign from the soil, which was engraved with the ad slogan "Dewey Bluegrass: The Best Tobacco in Bazelal".

The large tobacco and spice fields in the manor are deserted, and even the roads are covered with weeds. 19 years ago, the Duke of Dewey, now the King, ordered the complete abandonment of this fertile field and strictly prohibited freedmen and other manor owners from cultivating the land here.

Sibi walked on a familiar and unfamiliar land. Her mother once told her about the plants and trees of the manor. Are these desolate pastures the golden yellow tobacco fields full of vitality in the eyes of her mother? There should be a small mill beside that river, right? There was only a stone slumped in the river, and the flowing water made deep nicks on the rock.

The moment I saw the castle, Sibi had lost the ability to think. She couldn't confirm the words of her mother and the gray-black gloomy castle with its spire already collapsed and the doors and windows empty. She couldn't even imagine that the empty field in front of the castle was full of thorns, which had hosted the harvest celebrations for so many years. The dry fountain was once filled with wine made from honey, the broken stone benches, and the farmers who once sat happy to light the smoke pot, and golden smoke filled the sky.

She walked into the castle mechanically like a steam puppet. The hall was covered with cobwebs, and a few sleeping bags were littered in the dust. They were dropped by the last group of tourists who left in a hurry. Judging from the dust on the stairs, these cowardly spirits who came together to try their courage did not have the courage to climb to the second floor. .

Sibi walked up the stairs to the top floor, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and walked into my grandfather's study. The wool carpet had been bitten into pieces by mice, and there was an open book on the dusty desk, and a pair of magnifying glasses was pressed on the pages of the book. Obviously, the owner didn't stop reading until the moment he left. Sibi walked over slowly, and found large swaths of blood that had turned black on the table and the pages of the book.

"Grandpa...If you are here, can you come out and talk to me? I don't know what to do." Sibi murmured, sitting tiredly in the armchair and lying on the desk.

In the middle of the gray wall, there is a slightly lighter square blank. Sibi knew that it was once the place where the family crest was hung, the Sutherland family crest, the royal family's mark. Whether he likes it or not, the same blood as the king flows in his veins.

Sibby suddenly felt so tired, so tired that he didn't want to move a little finger. This dilapidated castle, unmanned top floor, and gloomy study room actually gave her a sense of security that she had never had in two years. She didn't want to think about anything, so she lay on the desk and fell into a deep sleep.

Opening his eyes again, Sibi saw the sun the next morning. She stood up with her stiff body and looked around in disappointment. The ghost of her grandfather did not appear. The rumors are just stupid rumors. It's just a rumor.

Sibbi finally found the tombs of the Baron and Baroness of Javelil behind the castle. A crescent-shaped sign representing Sheila, the **** of writing and painting, is inserted on the simple tomb, and a limestone slab is embedded on the tomb as a tombstone. It is scrawled with the tip of the sword: Javelil (and his wife), no longer has a glorious surname, but forgives his sins in the name of the king. ——Wang Court Tribunal, Silver Shield Knight Kirah.

There is a line in the soil below the slate: So it's not your fault. I forgive you, I am willing to take back that sentence. I hope you are happy.

The handwriting, which seems to be drawn with a wooden stick, is blurry, but in any case, it cannot be written 19 years ago. Sibi exclaimed: "Grandpa!" She hurriedly looked around, the bluegrass manor in the early morning was quiet like a huge coffin, and the grandfather, or the ghost of grandfather, still did not appear.

In the end, Sibi did not find the ghost of Javelil and left the Bluegrass Manor with regret, but in any case, the words of her grandfather made a huge wave in her heart. She began to think about whether her father had her own difficulties, what her mother and grandfather said, and her own tomorrow. She finally made the decision to stop deliberately following in her father's footsteps and bury her hatred deeply in her heart. Then, she joined a mercenary group and soon became the youngest chief archer of the mercenary group. At the age of 19 , And female identity.

Just like Sibi’s mother once sighed, life flies too fast. In the past seven or eight years, Sibi suddenly discovered that the shadow of her father, who had been slowly forgotten, appeared in her nightmare every night. inside. This is because she found that her appearance has not grown old at all, as if time has stopped flowing since the year her mother died. In the mirror, the 25-year-old Sibi is no different from the 17-year-old Sibi.

She understood in an instant. Not only the blood of the Sutherland clan remained in her veins, but half of it was the blood of the cold northern elves. Before that, she had never realized her identity as a half-elf. After all, the northern elves came into the sight of the Western mainlanders in just a few decades. It has never appeared in history.

She doesn't know how long she will live. She didn't know whether her blood would be fluorescent. What she knew was that because of the curse she hated from her father, she had to leave the beloved mercenary group to wander in a strange place.

Sibi could not explain, and left without saying goodbye to the mercenary group's partners. Since then, she has been active on the battlefields of Bazelal, large and small, taking pleasure in harvesting the enemy’s life with the archery taught by her father. Every three or four years, she changes to a mercenary regiment and restarts until Zavi Emperor Yelizaweitan of the empire ascended the throne and sent his iron cavalry to spread the flames of war and death throughout the western continent.

"Wait, wait..." Jonah stretched out his hand for the Rose Knight to pause. He rubbed his brows, "When the story started, it was 2665, right?"

"Yes." Elliott replied, "2665 years in the continental calendar."

"Sibi was born that year. This year is 2305, so Sibi is...forty years old this year?" Jonah opened his mouth.

Elio nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, but your Excellency Jonah, please don't mention Miss Sibi's age in front of anyone, otherwise...the consequences will be disastrous."

Jonah nodded vigorously: "I understand, I understand."

"In terms of the elf's life span, Miss Sibi is still a girl who has not yet accepted the coming-of-age gift." The Rose Knight thought for a while, and added another sentence.

Jonah tried to recall all the passages about the northern elves in the "Geography of the Western Continent", and found no description of the half-elves in it, "Ellie, the words of the half-elves..."

Elliott showed a sad look and shook his head: "Half-elves are a race that is not blessed. There is no data to show how long their life span is. Moreover, Miss Sibi has the blood of the Sutherland family. No one knows whether the curse in the blood will happen or when it will happen."

Jonah didn't know what to say for a while.