Chapter 2: Kholzwill's troubles

The fog enveloped the city of Dasix. Although it blocked the dazzling sunlight, it also locked the irritability and depression of the entire city on the ground like a steamer.
At least, Warners Kholzwill thought so.
At this moment, the Lord Lord was in the private garden behind the Viscount Mansion, holding a wooden sword in his hand, assuming the posture of the traditional imperial court swordsmanship.
His forehead was sweating slightly, and his legs began to tremble. However, Warners' hands holding the hilt of the sword were fairly stable. He imagined that there was a sharp black wolf in front of him. Warners suddenly backed away, and then a sword stabbed, took a step forward, and kicked hard. On the head of a wolf that does not exist. Then he slammed the weapon in rapid succession, imagining the beast flying in flesh and blood and wailing.
Suddenly, Warners's hand softened and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground. He suddenly tried to pick up the fallen sword hilt, but failed to control his center of gravity, and then fell heavily into the dirt in his garden.
"Hey..." he let out a slight sigh, and thought to himself that after so many years, his problem would still be very serious.
Maybe... my own time is running out...
With a wry smile, he was not afraid that the illness that made him more and more powerless would bring him life inconvenience, or death-he just felt unwilling, heir to the Viscount of Ragram when he was young, and his childhood My dear friend, Victor Alside practiced martial arts together. He originally wanted to be able to practice Austrian law and return, become a qualified imperial aristocrat known for his bravery, and then return to his hometown to enjoy the glory that aristocrats deserve. The obligation to live this life. Unexpectedly, in the second year of practice, he repeatedly committed the problem of holding an unstable weapon and was noticed by the acting master at the time. He was sent to the church to undergo a secret inspection, but it was discovered that it was a chronic disease that would slowly lose his athletic ability until he died. The thought that his life would end in such a miserable way made Horners feel terrified.
Fortunately, even after being told of such bad news, he still clenched his teeth and insisted on practicing swordsmanship. Although Victor has made breakthroughs all the way, he is now an Austrian master of "Alside Stream", only a short distance from transcendence into the Holy Spirit, and his fellow junior in the same period is still at a low level, but at least , Such efforts did not let his body decay prematurely.
I desperately left an heir to myself, one is to find the motivation for myself to continue working hard, and the other reason is to leave a bloodline for the family to inherit the family heritage. but……
Warners kicked the dirt angrily, the tingling sensation from his legs still couldn't stop him from continuing to think.
My newborn child, in the months after birth, behaved fairly normal. However, after a heavy rain at the end of last month, a serious illness caused by a sudden drop in temperature enveloped the family.
The doctor's herbal medicine was not helpful, and the secret church secret method that was always praised by everyone in the past has also become a soil cow Ishida. I watched my child struggling in pain day by day, falling into a coma for longer and longer, and waking up for shorter and shorter time. I had experienced dystocia, and my wife who was not in good health had already fallen ill again. The home is in a mess, and the town affairs that I can usually preside normally, I used to issue orders that no one objected to, and they messed up time and time again, and were sent back again and again to ask doubts.
When I came to the garden to practice swordsmanship, I wanted to vent my depressed mood, but I didn't expect it to just make my mood worse.
"Damn...why..." Warners' weak voice sounded softly and then disappeared softly.

It's dark.
Here...where is...
Um... my body hurts...
Open your eyes gently-a strange place.
Soft beds, weak hands and feet.
...Who is this person...
The man wearing a mask, holding a strange sword, and all kinds of terrible monsters standing behind...
That...is...long...?...
No...no...this is a human who looks very anxious, ordinary people.
Her embrace is reassuring and has the taste of mother.
She seemed to yell another eagerly, but I couldn't hear it clearly.
So tired... Keep going...
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"Shoot that dragon! Shoot it!"
"Hide under the fortress!"
"Idiot! Get out of the way!"
The sky seemed to be ignited as hot. There was a horror on the ground, houses collapsed, rocks melted, charred corpses and splashing flesh and blood everywhere.
Standing at the top of the stone watchtower, that dark beast... is that... a dragon? ...
The giant beast opened its mouth, and a blazing flame spouted from it, this time towards a shorter stone tower.
The top layer of the tower disappeared instantly, replaced by a blue-gray stone pulp like dripping wax oil. The wooden horse fences and residential houses instantly turned to ashes, and several black human-shaped ashes were there on the dry and cracked ground not far away. Their remaining hands and feet were twisted, their knuckles dug into the ground fiercely, presumably suffering great pain before they died.

What exactly is this……
"It is our great honor to be able to guide your roar, Dragonborn."
"The way of roar should not be the way of killing, the way of conquering. It is the blessing that Gina bestows on mortals."
"Patunax is on the top of the mountain-go! Use your "Jingtian" dragon roar! "
In the quiet stone fortress, four kind old people, dressed in black robes, looked at me. The head of that said to me.
From the gate behind the stone fort, to the courtyard, surrounded by the howling cold wind and persistent snow. A particularly terrifying storm raged on the way to the top of the mountain. The old man encouraged me. Whom should I meet?
LokVahKoor!
A violent force rose in the body, gathering at the throat. The itching and the feeling of being ready to go make me unbearable, shouting such words at the storm in front of me.
The wind and snow disappeared, and the sun penetrated the clouds and pierced the road to the peak.
"Go, Longyi." The old man in the lead said goodbye to me with a smile.

"You are the'pseudo-dragon descendant', right?"
"It really surprised me to be able to find here... But that's it."
"I have been waiting for many years, and my great cause must never fail again!"
"You, treat me as the last sacrifice before becoming a god!"
The man wearing the weird mask in front of him said this and turned away. I was lying on the cold ground, completely unable to move my body.
All of those weird monsters suddenly surrounded them, and ripples of magic power began to emerge around them.
Severe pain. Immediately afterwards, everything fell into darkness...

………………
...
So... here... where is... again?
Once I opened my eyes, there was no such gentle-looking woman, only a middle-aged man beside her.
For some reason, there seemed to be strange marks on the corners of his eyes...Has he cried just now? why?
"Little Heliga, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad is here. You'll be fine." The man in front of him, obviously looked haggard, smiled forcefully when he saw me.
Because... he is my father? I am his...son?
His big rough hand gently held my small hand and rubbed it lightly.
And I, laboriously lifted my free hand up slightly...