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The boy was silent for a while and asked carefully: "Then, you will come to see me, right?"

Lu Zhengkang smiled and put his hands on Jonas' shoulders, "Of course."

The younger generation has always abandoned the elders, and how can the elders abandon the younger ones.

The boy grinned and smirked.

Jonas, he was abandoned by his parents... This is easy to guess, Lu Zhengkang tacitly intends to keep this secret.

"Come, stretch out your hand."

The boy spread out his right hand according to Yan.

The troll man gently pressed his generous palm against the boy's palm.

The slight tingling from the palm of his hand made Jonas frowned, but he did not shrink it.

"All right."

Lu Zhengkang withdrew his hand, and the boy saw a beautiful golden pattern on his palm.

"What is this, is it your different space?"

"This is the key. That different space has a name."

"what name?"

"A place of peace."

"sounds so good……"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Let's go, I have something delicious for you."

The troll man took the boy's hand and walked slowly among the mountain roads outside the winter fort.

Until he was stopped by a thin, thin Nord man in thin linen clothes and steaming all over.

"This gentleman, you have a letter!"

Lu Zhengkang's three eyes were almost staring out.

Now the temperature is below zero, and this person is covered with frost.

The messenger of Skyrim...too hardcore!

Chapter 237 The Boy's Recent Situation, Letters from Old Friends

Lu Zhengkang took the letter paper and couldn't help but fetched a bottle of hot honey wine from the inner pocket and handed it to the messenger. It was too miserable. This person was red from the cold and panting. He was dressed more bald in cold weather. There are still few hairy dogs.

The messenger's face was dirty and thanked him. He took a sip of the honey wine and drank it warmly. It was piping hot, hot, warm, and very comfortable. He shivered suddenly and smiled unconsciously. Many thanks to Lu Zhengkang for his kindness.

"Do you know who sent this letter to me?" Lu Zhengkang looked at the lacquer on the envelope. There was no mark. He planned to return to the wolf rest area to read it again.

"It's a young man with a hood, very mysterious."

When Lu Zhengkang heard this sentence, a word appeared in his mind—the Dark Brotherhood.

The famous assassin organization in the game, the interesting part of this line is that it can assassinate the emperor.

The story has to happen more than ten years later. The poor old emperor came to the sky for sightseeing and boosted the morale of the imperial army by the way, and then he was slashed by the Dark Brotherhood as the whetstone for the rise.

Regarding this shocking assassination, there is actually a lot that can be said. Lu Zhengkang vaguely remembers that the imperial Senate’s conspiracy led to the death of the emperor. It does not really matter. What impressed him was that the emperor was very spine and did not face death. Change the color.

However, these are still not important.

The story of Skyrim has not yet begun, the civil war has not started, and the dragon has not returned. Now the weather is calm and it is a good time to recuperate.

Lu Zhengkang once again fell into the jumbled thoughts of memories, and when he recovered, the messenger had run away.

It's a pity that he planned to give him a pack of dried meat on the road.

Jonas sighed, "The Nordic blood is really hardy."

Lu Zhengkang mumbled: "I'm even more curious about where the mailbox is, what should I do if I want to reply?"

"You can give the letter to the owner of the tavern, and hand it in together when the messenger arrives to receive it."

"Oh! Are there any other ones? It's great."

Lu Zhengkang intends to care about Jonas's studies, "Have you thought about what path you will take in the future? Destruction, Summoning, Transmutation, or Illusion?"

Jonas looked blank, "I didn't think about it."

"Is there anything you are particularly interested in?"

"Everything is fine."

Hearing it was okay, Lu Zhengkang immediately sank. This word was what he used to perfuse his parents...

"Then did the wizards say which department you are particularly talented in?"

"Everything is fine."

Lu Zhengkang was calm on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart. This tone, this line, the kid is afraid that it is not bad to learn!

"You put a spell to see."

Jonas nodded, and placed a small fireball at the berry bush that had just taken out the sprouts by the side of the road. With a bang, the poor bush turned into a fire.

Lu Zhengkang raised his eyebrows, the resonance was in place, there was no need to recite the spell, the mana reserves seemed to be quite sufficient, and the release was quick...It turned out to be a learning tyrant.

The troll man was very satisfied, nodded, and encouraged Jonas a few words. The boy was a little proud, then his eyes rolled and asked that he wanted to see a peaceful place.

Children who behave well can always be rewarded. Of course, Lu Zhengkang agreed and led the boy into the pure land again.

This pure land is big, vast and boundless, and small is really small. After all, the soil is so small. The rest is vast icefields. Except for the verdant fields, everything is white and there is nothing good to see.

But the charm here lies in the endless creative space. Jonas can scatter wild on the ice field, set fireballs casually, and practice other spells. You can also chisel ice to build an igloo, help plant the land, and lie on a tractor. Humming is also good, with the greatest degree of childlike fun.

Lu Zhengkang sat on the ridge and looked at Jonas in the wild, with a sense of speechless loneliness.

Childhood is a good thing, full of possibilities, full of novelty, not boring, and you can live a happy day with your fingers.He has no childhood, nor has he ever recalled childhood. He just saw it again and felt a little sad in his heart.

What is the future of Jonas, and who will decide?

Lu Zhengkang knew that he could not let it go, but he didn't want the rules to restrain the boy's soul.

The rationality of adults often cannot understand the romance of children.