Due to the absolute dominance of professionals, the ordinary human kingdoms in this world will always be stable and long-lasting like never before, especially for those "imperial kingdoms" with legendary professionals, as long as the secular legend does not fall, then The war that this country can go through is destined to be a trivial "small fight", whether it is to destroy the country or initiate change is impossible, such as the Khatak Empire under the "Destroy Whisper" rule. <>

After hundreds of thousands of years of ups and downs, Hatak is already enough to be called an "ancient country", but the "ancient" history has not allowed this small country that has implemented slavery to usher in too much. Change, just like almost all kingdoms in the entire multiverse, many professionals of Hatak also control absolute privileges as aristocrats. The decadent royal family also advocates that they have legendary powerhouses as their nominal backing "Innate Regal" "The strict slavery system cannot be shaken by the factor of time. The so-called "revolution" of petty fighting is nothing more than a "little contradiction" between petty lords.

Even because the majestic tower of magic maintains the climate stability of the entire Khatak region like the needle of the sea god, the temperature change here has been gentle and stable for more than 100,000 years, and the only major topographical change is approaching the tower. There is just one more lake in the wilderness. In addition, the climate fluctuations that last for thousands of years are really not exaggerated.

However, even though the legal system and the natural environment have not changed much, the economic situation of Hatak is much better than when punk first took over the country.

You know, a long time ago, Khatak was just a poor, sparsely populated "small kingdom", but after nearly 200,000 years of development under the protection of legendary professionals, this kingdom finally appeared to be called " Prosperous.

Many beautiful and majestic cities are located on the vast plains with flat soil. Each main city is surrounded by hundreds of small towns. The "official roads" created by professionals using spells run through the wilderness. Trade connects the economy and even politics of cities...

Although from the perspective of the entire plane of Faerun, the small Kingdom of Khatak is nothing more than an insignificant remote place, but if you stand under a certain main city of this country, look up at the tens of meters high city head With the flag flying, and listening to the hoarse screams of the nearby merchants, even powerful professionals can still feel the oncoming prosperous atmosphere.

At this moment, Ganatika, dressed as a down-and-out adventurer, with a sluggish look but slow footsteps, has such a weird feeling, because when passing through the barren zone between the magic tower and the Khatak Empire into the bustling In the "big city", Ganatika, who had not set foot in the area where ordinary people lived for more than 100,000 years, actually felt a fresh feeling of incompatibility.

It is a kind of "unfamiliar" mixed with "familiar", and it is also a kind of familiarity with "unfamiliar"...

"Unknowingly... has it been so long? I haven't set foot in town for many years and haven't seen such a peaceful traffic? Think about it, I have been working for that man since I entered the legend. …………I almost forget how to ride a horse and avoid driving.”

Walking across the flat road with emotion and confusion, listening to the busy atmosphere in her ears, Ganatika unexpectedly found that she could feel the “sense of existence” more real than cutting through the flesh and blood of the sub-lords on the **** battlefield of hell. Because such an ordinary city almost instantly reminded the messed up boy of his childhood...

He still remembers the awkward performance of being panicked when he first arrived in a big city. He also remembered that he even exclaimed when he saw the magnificent carriage for the first time. He even more remembered... he was holding hands with a beautiful figure. After starting to cross the road, the penniless boy looked at the honey flower cakes on the street and drooled.

However... Even if I stand in this busy traffic again after 200,000 years, even if I can clearly remember every detail of my actions back then, even if the ordinary city at this moment is already the "iron barrel" in memory "City" overlapped, but Ganatika, who was thinking chaotically, couldn't recall the sincere emotions in his heart.

Yes, the memory ability of the legendary strong can definitely be said to be unforgettable, but those emotions that should have coexisted with memory are destined to not survive forever, even if the teenagers long ago tried to make their own books through endless memories The "past" that should always be remembered in the heart becomes eternal, but until today, until nearly 200,000 years have passed, until once again standing on such a secular and troubled street, Ganatika still had to panic Acknowledgement——I really have only a little bit of emotion left in my memories of the "past"............

Isn't it because she was too afraid of such a thing to happen, that Ganatikar didn't dare to recall the girl whose voice and smile were still clear? Isn't it because he is afraid of losing that he must be immersed in the goal of "becoming stronger" and cannot extricate himself from it?

He is afraid of forgetting, avoiding forgetting, and stressing the "fresh hatred" to himself over and over again.

But... until today, until time has torn the blue of the sky, until time has passed through the vicissitudes of life, the former youth still forgets many things...

"No, I shouldn't forget. How can you forget something like that? I still remember it clearly and clearly. I remember you wanted to take the majesty and majesty when I was a little brother. I still remember you playing with the only bread. Give half to me, I still remember every smile you made, many many... Look~lightnovelpub.net~ I have not forgotten even a little detail, but...but...why do I still Forget it!"

Looking around at the "familiar" scene, she suddenly fell to her knees on the corner of the dirty street. With tearful eyes, Ganatika almost sobbed out her saddest mood.

At this moment, in the familiar "memory", where does the poor little boy look like a legendary strong man? He squatted on the ground and cried like a child who had lost his ice cream.

Maybe before stepping into this familiar and empathetic city, the innocent children can still watch the ice cream on the ground with eyesight and hope that it can return to their own hands, but if the scorching sun finally takes away all the gloom that they dare not face The horror is all illuminated, so even the most optimistic children can only watch their ice cream melt and disappear?

When I heard the old carts and horses running and rumbling again, Ganatika, who had deceived herself for not knowing how long, could only admit in despair-she really... really has forgotten those unforgettable memories. Love and hate!

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