It was as if in a dream that he was no longer the eldest son of the Griffin family, but a bard traveling around with a sword, singing shabby and strange tunes to people, bringing countless happy laughs.
Occasionally he would hunt monsters and earn some money, which he would use to buy good wine and delicious food, then take a nap in the inn. When he woke up, he would continue traveling, and everywhere was a place for fun, because he had a sword in his hand that could defeat monsters and bad guys.
No one can restrain him, and he is not responsible for anyone. He is so free and unrestrained. He cries when he wants to cry and laughs when he wants to laugh. He is so happy and extremely free.
“o(n_n)o Hahaha, ahhahaha~”
It was hard to imagine that the once mighty and handsome Jerlane would show such a childlike innocent and carefree look. He broke off a twig and waved it casually among the grass leaves, walking as if drunk, and sometimes making some special movements, as if he was a knight among the ancient knights, bringing surprises and screams to countless girls.
"I am you, this is what you really look like." A line from the poem Shi Yao sang some time ago was so consistent with his mood.
However, perhaps because he was too intoxicated and happy, the eldest son of the griffin stepped on the mud by the lake and fell into the lake, causing a large splash of water.
The cold lake water instantly submerged his body, and the stimulating feeling made him wake up instantly.
Realizing the shame and indulgence of his actions, Jerran felt a wave of regret.
'I hope no one saw it.'
He propped himself up with his hands in the mud at the bottom of the lake, then slowly stood up. The wet lake water flowed down his forehead, and his vision became moist and blurred. It seemed that there was a bright moon just in the distance in front of his head.
The moon is gone, is it an illusion? This thought crossed his mind. Jelan wiped the water from his eyebrows, and his vision became clear instantly.
"this……"
The eldest son of the griffin looked at the figure sitting on the branch, and his voice suddenly became extremely dry and regretful. He regretted his indulgence today and regretted the act of wanting to kill himself a few minutes ago.
On a starry night, among the trees by the lake, the white dress swayed slightly in the evening breeze, like the bright moon in the sky.
Loranhill looked at the familiar yet unexpected eldest son of the griffin, suppressed the smile in his heart, and spoke softly.
"Long time no see, Senior Jerlane."
The smooth black hair and clear and gentle red eyes are exactly what the student of Emenas used to look like.
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