In the early morning of the free city, the free city is immersed in the hustle and bustle of mercenaries can be seen everywhere. These mercenaries carry heavy equipment and run neatly along the streets of the city. While running, they keep wielding swords without sharp edges to make chopping moves. As mercenaries, no one is stupid enough to be lazy in morning training. There is a proverb in the mercenary industry that one step further in training will be one step further away from the god of death. Everyone believes in this proverb because those who do not believe are already dead.

However, although the mercenaries' pace is neat, other disciplines can be ignored. While they are running, young women passing by often show provocative eyes at them. The bold and unrestrained girls in the free city often gather in piles on both sides of the street, pointing at the passing mercenaries, and commenting on their appearance and bodies from time to time. Of course, the mercenaries in the middle of age will not show weakness. Whistles and various teasing words keep coming out. While the girls blushed, their big watery eyes do not let go of the strong bodies of the middle-aged men.

The residents of Free City have long been accustomed to this kind of thing. This city that can tolerate all activities that do not violate the law is quite tolerant of this behavior. The residents who come and go on both sides of the street only laugh with kindness at this group of explicit young people, and there are also cheers of cheers for the girls from time to time.

With neat footsteps, a new day for Free City began. In this city, people are always happy. Even if the overall conditions of the city are not as good as those of the capital of knowledge, the welfare protection is not as good as that of the Faraler Empire and the Neville Federation. But the residents are still willing to stay here. After all, after tasting the joy of freedom, people will always become picky.

There are constantly carriages loaded with goods passing by on the streets. At this time, the mercenaries who are running and training will consciously make way for the road. After hundreds of years of mutual adjustment, the mercenaries and civilians have become accustomed to coordinating and accommodating each other, and there are rarely real fierce conflicts.

In the second residential area, in an inconspicuous small hotel. Panis gently pushed open the door of the hotel and narrowed his eyes in the rising sun: "What a good weather."

Next to Pannis, a team of mercenaries ran over and looked at the weird man standing at the door curiously. Today, Pannis was still wearing a normal black swordsman suit, wearing a thin black windbreaker outside, and his feet were usually black long boots. He wore a black wide-brimmed top hat on his head. This outfit was a bit like a dress, but a bit like an adventure equipment. It was very strange when the mercenaries passed by would look at him with confusion. However, Free City is Free City after all, and the mercenaries ignored Pannis' strange outfits after just a few glances, which were not enough to attract others' interest for a long time.

Panis obviously knew the result very well, so he ignored the mercenaries and gestured to the taxi carriage that had been parked near the hotel and waiting for guests in the morning. One of the carriages quickly drove over and stopped in front of Panis. Panis got into the carriage and said softly the location. The coachman was stunned. After confirming it again, he waved his whip toward Panis's destination.

"Click" and the crisp and monotonous sound of hooves sounded rhythmically, and the carriage was swaying slightly at a constant speed, making a faint squeak. Sitting in the carriage, Panis leaned against the wall of the carriage, moving the hat downwards, allowing the brim of the hat to block his expression. Today, Panis looked particularly serious, and from time to time, sighing indefinitely as the carriage was driving.

As time goes by, the surroundings are not becoming more and more lively, but are becoming more and more deserted. The voices outside the carriage are gradually decreasing, indicating that the carriage is moving from the city center to the suburbs. The wheels are rolling and quieter in the environment, the rolling sound of the wheels becomes particularly clear, as if only this lonely taxi carriage is left in the world. After a while, the carriage turned on a small road, and after driving not far, it finally stopped slowly. The coachman lowered his voice and said, "Customer, we are here."

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Panis jumped out of the car and threw a gold coin to the coachman: "I won't be able to wait for me here for a while, I won't be able to last too long, at most one or two hours, this money is enough."

"Okay guest." The coachman drove the carriage to the side: "Then I'll wait for you here, it's a very obvious location."

Panis nodded, turned around and left silently, and walked slowly towards his destination. When the carriage was removed, it was clear that this place was actually a cemetery. The cemetery was quite large, but now it was only full. Five or six hundred tombstones were arranged in an orderly manner in the cemetery. Around the tombstones, the neatly trimmed green grass swayed lightly in the wind, making the cemetery seem indescribable quiet and lonely.

The arrangement of tombstones in the cemetery is orderly. Panis walks directly to a semi-independent area, and slowly searches between tombstones. There are less than ten tombstones in this semi-independent area. Panis looks over one by one and can easily find the tombstone he is looking for.

This is a single tomb made of marble, which means that only the tomb owner is buried in the tomb, and is not buried with his spouse. On the blue and white tombstone, this text engraved the tomb owner's epitaph and the life of the tomb owner, but only a line of words are engraved on this tombstone - waiting forever. Just above this text, the portrait of the tomb owner is attached according to the convention. The portrait is obviously treated with special magic. Even though it has been a long time, it is still as clear as a brand new one.

In the portrait, a middle-aged woman in dress is sitting dignifiedly on a chair, looking straight into the direction of the painter. The woman in dress is fair-skinned and beautiful, with long golden hair scattered on her shoulders, but her charming eyes always seem to contain an intouchable sadness. Even if her expression is smiling, her inner melancholy still reveals her laughter.

"So, since then, have you finally grown long hair?" Panis stared deeply at the portrait on the tombstone, and his gentle voice seemed to be afraid of waking up the dead: "Love Ryder, my...friend."

Looking at the portrait on the tombstone, Panis's eyes seemed to have traveled a long time, and once again saw the young and beautiful girl with short hair full of youth and vitality. It seemed that he heard the girl happily telling her side in the common language with Neville's unique accent: "Brother Kyle, you haven't seen me for so long, have you forgotten me?"

"I'm sorry, I love Sister Ryder." Panis looked away from the portrait and looked up at the clear blue sky. However, although his eyes were removed, the memories in his heart were uncontrollable.

"Brother Kyle, I really regret it. Why didn't I develop on the path of a professional when I was a child? If I also became a high-level professional, I could go on adventures with you and Sister Neli."

"Brother Kyle, tell me the story of adventure. I really want to know what interesting things you encountered in your adventure."

"It's great to hear these stories, Brother Kyle. With these stories, I can take risks with you in my dreams so that everyone can be together all the time."

"Brother Kyle, you only came twice this year. Why, was it that I did something that made you hate? Or was it because of Sister Neli? I also like Sister Neli very much. Why can't you come to see me a few more times? I can't see you, I always feel that I have lost something."

"Haha, Sister Neli, I like you so much. Your long hair is so beautiful, and I want to have such beautiful long hair. Well, when I grow my long hair, you can help me braid it. I have agreed, and I am not allowed to regret it."

"Sister Neli, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I seem to fall in love with Brother Kyle. No, sister, don't laugh, I don't want to compete fairly with you, don't tell Brother Kyle, I'm good now, as long as I can see you often, it's enough. It's true, I don't want anything, I just want to see you a few more times. I've agreed not to laugh, I'm not kidding, I really don't want anything, as long as you can be happy, don't tell Brother Kyle."

"Silly boy." Panis once again pulled down his hat to cover his face and whispered: "Even your sister Neli doesn't know. I've heard all your conversations, otherwise why haven't I seen you for three years, just to make you forget me."

"Brother Kyle, you haven't seen me for so long. Have you forgotten me? But you're still here, it's great. I guess you heard me last time, but you don't have to worry, I won't cause trouble for you and Sister Neli. Look, I'm very strong, I haven't cried once in three years. I admire me."

"Brother Kyle, Sister Nellie said, take me to the early spring festival next spring. You won't be lying to me together, right? Ha, that's great. I really hope to wake up and spring next year is here."

"Brother Kyle, why are you here again so soon? Ah? Are you going to fight the undead? What should I do? There must be a great risk, otherwise you wouldn't be talking to me so seriously. No, I don't want any early spring festival, I just want you to come back well and promise me, brothers and sisters, after you come back, you must come and see me again, so that I can't see me again, otherwise I won't feel at ease even if I die."

"Huh", Penis took off his top hat, pressed it tightly on his chest, and whispered in an almost unaudible voice: "Sister Aide, I... come to see you."
Chapter completed!