A few days after the war ended, several countries that started the war were unanimously condemned by the rest of the continent.
They promised not to do such actions again and took the initiative to show their goodwill to Samaria.
After that, Samaria's reputation grew higher and higher, and the Dracula family to which Windis belonged was also pushed into the top ten of the Divine Court.
The boy who saved Samaria and the crisis was forever forgotten in people's memory.
From time to time, they raised their heads and looked at the different inscriptions in the sky and the sky, sighing that peace is so good.
"Hey, how long are you going to sleep in our wheat field?"
A drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, and the boy's voice gradually reached his ears.
At this time, the rain had started falling rapidly, and the boy had to open his hand.
The umbrella protected the young man lying on the wheat field from the raindrops coming from the sky.
"The other side?"
"Bang" the boy suddenly stretched out his hand and knocked on the young man's head, and asked curiously: "How big are you Bian'an?
Aren't you hungry?
You have been sleeping here for three days.
I thought you would leave."
"Who are you?"
The boy frowned and shouted loudly: "You have been sleeping in our wheat field for three days.
I have given you a lot of respect by not kicking you into the ditch next to me, but you still bother me so fiercely?"
"Ah, it's my fault, what kind of place is this?"
"This is Samaria.
Hey, you look weird.
Who are you?"
The boy saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, so he had to try to help the boy up.
"My home is on the farm over there.
Go and take shelter first."
Take shelter from the rain, my parents are not at home today.”
"oh."
There were very few things that Samaria could recall here, her mind was blank, and she felt no strength in her body.
I followed the boy to his house.
It was a small house on the farm.
Although it was not big, it was very clean.
"Wait here, I'll get dad's clothes for you to wear.
How did your clothes become like this?"
The boy took off his shoes and ran into the back room barefoot.
The young man looked down at the clothes on his body.
It was in tatters and even had burnt marks in some places.
He opened the curtains and looked at the city behind the rain.
Is that the royal city?
"Okay, weirdo, take off your clothes.
Remember to work hard to make money and give my dad a new piece of clothing."
The boy threw a shirt to the teenager.
The family was obviously doing farm work, but there was still this white color. suit shirt.
"The smell of blood is very strong.
Did something happen here before?"
The young man's nose moved slightly and he smelled the smell of blood emerging from the humid air.
This feeling seemed familiar.
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The boy sat down on the sofa, biting the pen holder and pondering the homework on the table: "There was a war before, but Queen Windis led Samaria to win it.
It seems that you really know nothing about it.
Okay, okay, go and stay aside, I still have to do my homework and it should be handed in tomorrow."
The feeling of being blasted away by a child is not good.
The boy turned around and went upstairs.
From here he could see things further away.
His mind was confused.
Not only his name, but also where he came from, he couldn't remember it.
At this moment It's like a new life, like a blank piece of paper.
"We sing for peace.
The holy rain will cleanse the dirty souls on the ground.
Let's bloom."
Songs came from the distant city, and the young man's lips moved slightly, and it took a long time before he uttered two words.
"Peace" Not long after, there were footsteps under the stairs, probably the boy just now was coming to kick him out again.
"Hey, that one named Xinghan, someone is looking for you outside."
The boy suddenly said a strange name.
"Call me?"
"Nonsense, is there anyone else here besides you?"
The boy grabbed the boy on the bed and pulled him out of the room.
When he came to the door, there was a figure wearing a raincoat.
"That's her.
She seems to be an acquaintance of yours.
Hey, I said you won't have amnesia."
The boy pointed at the woman wearing a black raincoat, and then returned to the sofa to write his homework.
The boy looked at the woman standing at the door.
She slowly took off her hat, but underneath was a face she had never seen before.
"Who are you and do you know me?"
"As expected, I don't remember anything.
Even if I survive, I have forgotten everything.
But it's a good ending for you, Xinghan."
"If you know me, please tell me what happened before.
I can't seem to remember anything."
"Haha."
The woman smiled, her charming eyes seemed to be disappointed, "My name is Mobenhafi Sally Yenita, and I can be considered your friend now."
Upon hearing this, the boy's expression suddenly froze, but he didn't show it obviously.
"Mobenhafei.
By the way, you just said Xinghan, is this my name?"
"No, that was a hero who saved Samaria.
Maybe not many people know his name yet."
Mobenhafi used his fingers to twist away the raindrops that were about to drip from the ends of his hair, and said softly.
"Then what is my name?"
"Who knows, anyone can be a hero.
I won't bother you anymore.
Just think about who you are who shouted for peace."
Mobenhafey disappeared without warning from the youth.
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In front of me, her words were difficult to understand.
"Why do you know that witch?"
The boy suddenly put down the pen in his hand and looked at the boy seriously.
"Witch" "Mobenhafi Sallyenita, the culprit who caused the Fourth World War, the Black King's witch is her.
Who are you and why did that witch find you?"
"I have no idea" "Forget it, it looks like you are stupid enough.
I won't force you.
You can stay here as long as you want.
I will explain it to your parents when they come back.
Hey, you haven't forgotten what you just said."
"What words" "Let's make some money to help my dad buy new clothes.
Tsk.
Sure enough, you can't remember things.
I don't count on you anymore."
It had been raining all day, and the boy had been listening to the singing from the city all day long in the room upstairs.
It seemed to be shouting something, and intermittent images kept appearing in his mind because of that song.
But those people looked like strangers, strangers I had never seen before.
"Aren't you tired from listening to this song?"
The boy seemed to have finished his homework and came upstairs to stretch his muscles.
"No, I always feel like there is some kind of unspeakable emotion in the singing.
Do you know what that song means?"
The young man heard the singing clearly through the sound of rain.
Although the lyrics were not very clear, the melody But he couldn't forget it.
"It is said that there was a hero who saved Samaria during the war.
He also created the inscription in the sky.
However, this hero sacrificed himself to protect people.
No one has clearly seen his appearance so far.
Everyone hopes that this hero can hear their prayers soon.
This is the meaning of this song.
It should be in memory of the hero who sacrificed himself to save Samaria.”
"Hasn't the hero's body been found?"
the young man asked.
"No, at that time he and the ancient magic died together in the sky outside the inscription, and the body was also decomposed by the huge magic power."
"But the will was left," the boy continued.
"will" "Watching peace, the concept implemented by that hero, true peace requires everyone's protection.
Because of this protection, peace will become tough and ultimately cannot be destroyed."
"Oh, you little brat knows a lot."
"This is what Princess Feiya said when she addressed the hero.
I just reproduced it according to the original text."
A blush appeared on the boy's face and he said with some embarrassment.
"Princess Feia" "Yes, Princess Feia is a beauty, gentle and beautiful.
She is the fourth generation leader of Dracula, the vampire family.
She is the princess that everyone dreams of."
"What a familiar name.
Is she really as good as you said?"
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"Of course, I heard that Princess Feia was also very active in the war.
She is the only candidate who can succeed Queen Windis.
We also hope that she can ascend the throne to lead Samaria as soon as possible."
"That will only restrict her freedom."
The young man suddenly slammed the wall, startling the boy.
"Why are you smashing someone else's wall all of a sudden?"
"Hey, I was just now" "I really can't stand you.
How could Princess Feiya like a guy like you?
I wanted to propose to her just because I wanted to do something great.
But then it will be troublesome for you to stay with me."
The young man was stunned and asked: "When you grow up, Princess Feiya will also be very big."
"Vampires can live for a long time.
A pure vampire like Princess Feia will survive even longer.
She will stay young forever.
Age is not a problem."
"Let it go."
"Hey, don't underestimate me, sooner or later I will make it for you to see."
"Okay, work hard to realize your dream.
You have to work hard for your dream.
If you don't go to school, you won't be able to get ahead in the future."
The young man smiled, and the singing behind the rain curtain in the distance gradually weakened.
"Ah, why are you mentioning this to me?"
The boy covered his head and left the room noisily.
It seemed that he really liked Princess Feiya, but what kind of person was she?
More and more fragments gathered, and there was even a scene of fighting with a sword in front of me.
Does this memory really exist in my mind?
If everything is fictitious fragments, then who am I?
"Oh, do you want to go to the Royal City?"
The boy asked the young man who was about to go out early the next morning.
"Well, I want to go there and have a look.
Can you help me lead the way?
After all, I'm not familiar with this place."
"Tch, I have to go to class today.
I don't care about you.
Just don't die outside.
Remember the way back.
I'm not responsible for looking for you if you get lost."
The boy curled his lips and returned to the house, starting from the second floor.
Watching the boy's back go away from the window.
"Is he really Xinghan?"
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