Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

How far did the lonely boat sail?

Emel had completely forgotten about it.

In the boundless expanse of the sea, in the silent eternal night, the lonely boat just kept moving forward, there was no light ahead, and he was the only one on the lonely boat.

It was a dream, Emer was aware, but he didn't want to wake up, because there was the truth of everything on the boat.

"Emer, go get back your 'catalog'. "

Emel didn't dare to look up at the person who spoke, so he lowered his head and said, "I'm not qualified, I'm not worthy of that 'catalog'." "

"But you already are," Emelo looked up at him, standing beside him, "and my father said that this is the 'catalog' that the compiler of the 'catalogue' wrote for you." "

With that, Emelo crossed the lone boat towards the sea.

"Emello!".

Emel woke up from his dream with a scream, and a strong premonition made him feel that Emelo was in danger, so he hurried around to look for Emello's figure, but when he saw the scenery outside the window, he remembered that he was sitting in a carriage to the capital Moreliano, that is, even if Emelo was really in danger, there was nothing he could do.

Remorse and guilt welled up in Emer's heart, and he tried his best to think about the good, but when he remembered the memories of the battlefield, it seemed that nothing could go for the better.

If... I'll never see Emelo again, what should I do?

Emer didn't dare to think about it, so he turned his head to look out the window and sighed in disappointment: "It's been almost a year." "

He clearly remembered all the things he had done in the past year, and he clearly remembered that he had met everyone, but he had always forgotten to inquire about his brother's news, what an irresponsible thing for an older brother.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't protect him, I'm sorry. "

Emer's biological parents could no longer be remembered, but he could still recall their gentle words, and he felt even more guilty at the thought that Emel had not fulfilled their dying request.

Before Emel could burst into tears, the carriage slowly stopped at the gates of Moreliano.

"Lord Emer, the capital city of Moreliano has arrived, and the people who greet you are already waiting. "

Emer quickly adjusted her mood and sorted out her dress.

The men who greeted Emel were waiting for him under the carriage, and Lancel Polktra, who had entertained Emel in Seciard, was one of them, and behind him stood several attendants and maids, all of whom were closely followed by a richly dressed nobleman.

After seeing Emel get out of the carriage, the crowd immediately stepped forward to greet him, and the leader personally stretched out a hand for Emer, helped him out of the carriage, and after Emel stood firm, he instructed the attendants behind him to bring a cloak inlaid with gold and jade, and wanted to put it on for Emel himself.

Emel was stunned, he did not understand what he had done to receive such an honor, so he politely declined.

After being rebuffed, the leader did not show disgust, he refolded his cloak and handed it to the squire, stood up straight, smiled, and introduced himself: "This should be our first meeting, Emer, I'm Shree Gosho." "

After learning that it was Shrae Gosho, Emer was shocked.

He was younger than Emel had imagined, and Emel had thought he was a bearded old man of nearly fifty years old, but in fact he was not yet thirty years old, and he had a gentle temperament and gentle speech, and he recalled all the words about Slay Gosho, but the man in front of him must not have lived up to the image they had described.

Slay looked at Emer, who was speechless with shock, and asked with a smile, "Is it surprising?" "

After being seen through, Emer could only reply embarrassedly: "One thing, I imagine you to be a little older." "

"Everybody says so", Slai's gentle grace once again confirmed the fact that he was a nobleman, it was a little strange to say, Emel could see Tswy's figure in him, and before Emel could speak, Slay continued, "Let's go to the city first, you will meet King Faro tonight, but I still advise you to put on your cloak, because your image is important in a moment." "

Sly's words puzzled Emer, but before he could ask, the gold-studded cloak was draped over him by two squires, and Moreliano's gates opened.

The moment the gates opened, the petals fell with the golden sunlight, and the screams and cheers followed the golden sunlight, and on both sides of the golden streets stood crowds of people in splendid costumes, who threw flower petals into the sky, shouted in unison, and shouted Emer's name.

"It's... Why?".

"Because you are the first hero to kill the people of the Empire and let the people of the Imperial Kingdom see hope in this cruel war, accept it, this is the honor you deserve. "

The drums began to beat, the instruments began to sing, in the golden splendour, under the midday singing.

People sang for Emer, praised him.

At his feet is a red carpet that stretches out to the palace, covered with pink petals.

Emer trampled on the petals and the red carpet, avoiding the praise of him in his ears, and walked towards the end of the red carpet.

How Emel wished that all this would come to him after the war was over, and how he wished that it was not Shree Gosher and Lancel Polketra standing beside him at this moment, but the unknown captain, Lalheim, and the soldiers who had fought to the death.

But now, Emer can only feel ashamed, he is so ashamed that he doesn't want to look up at the people who are cheering loudly, but he can only do this, as Slay Gossiu said, Emel is a hero, and his heroic deeds are not whether he is a hero who killed the Imperials, but that he really brought hope to these people who praise him by killing the Imperials, so he can only raise his head, bury the guilt in his heart, and continue to spread this false hope to them in the city.

The real heroes are still on the battlefield, those who died, those who are still fighting in blood, and the honor they deserve is crowned with a man named Emer.

Only then did Emel realize that all this was an accident, and that there was probably only one accident, that is, he was chosen to become the 'spiritual leader' after killing the Imperials, and the impact of this accident snowballed on him, and after that accident, he went from a lumberjack to a hero who was surrounded by him.

"Is it really a hero?".

Emer laughed at himself inwardly.

It is simply impossible, everything about him is just a pawn in the hands of a politician, a party that is used the moment he is chosen to be the 'spiritual leader'.

It's a pity that whether it is a hero who is surrounded or a pawn that is used, for Emer, it is a torment in his heart.