Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

Half

a hundred years later, Emer sometimes thinks back to the day he first met Jenfer Faro, and looks back on what his life has been called a fiery epic, and whether he has no regrets about that choice.

Maybe fate had given him a second choice at that time, but his clumsy gaze didn't find it, and if he had found out at that time, would everything be different from now, and would Jenfer Faro be his first and only wife?

Even at the end of his life, Emer wondered if he had made the wrong choice at that moment, but now, at that time, it seemed that it was still the distant future, and he just picked up a glass of Yoni's new wine, drank it in small sips, and reminisced about the past in a lonely way.

"Congratulations, Mistress Emer, today is a day to celebrate. "

Emer's wedding was sudden, and as soon as he got out of the carriage, he was surrounded by a crowd that ushered him into a golden hall, followed by congratulations and flattering smiles.

Instead of finding Slay Gossho in the crowd, Emel found another person, Lancel Polktra, who was one of the many congratulators, so Emel pulled him to his side and asked him about Slai.

"Lord Slay is not in Morelliano because of an urgent matter, I am sure he will come back before the dinner", Emer was disappointed to learn the news of Slai's absence, completely forgetting that today was his wedding to Jenfer Faro, seeing that Emel was stunned in place, Lancel leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Lord Emer, you must trust Slay Gossho, he is the only person you can trust in Morellano." "

Emer must not believe it, the only way to make him believe is to see Shree Gosher and ask everything clearly, but he thought about it, maybe Lancel also knew something, and Emer immediately came to his senses, but at this moment, Lancel had disappeared without a trace, and in his place was a swarm of noble groups.

The

splendid aristocrats gathered around him and asked him about his current condition, origin, and qualifications, and there were so many questions that he didn't have time to answer a single question, and immediately there were more questions.

Emer remembered Jack's Tswei, what Tswair had to do was to have a good relationship with the nobles in front of him, in order to emulate Zwei, Emer's face showed a clay smirk, which made the nobles in front of him laugh, until he collapsed is a humorous person, it was this laugh, completely left all the questions that the nobles wanted to ask, turned around and picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Emer.

Emel took the wine, leaned close to his nose and smelled it, the melodious aroma wrapped around the tip of his nose, and he drank the whole wine in one gulp, unlike the spirits he drank in the town of Lulu, this wine was not spicy, but instead had a lingering charm in his mouth, and a leisurely feeling.

At

the instigation of the nobles, glass after glass of wine began to darken Emer's vision, and he was so enchanted that he had completely forgotten about Shree Gosho, and used alcohol to escape his upcoming wedding, and only drank it all the time, from noon to evening.

The noise of the nobles gradually fell silent, and the wedding time was about to begin, but now Emel could not even open his eyelids, and he felt uncomfortable sitting on the stool, he looked at the floor, and felt that it might feel better to sit on the floor, so he was ready to lie on the floor and sleep.

At the moment when Emel was about to lie on the ground, a man appeared in front of him, helped him up, and said, "Lord Emer, why do you drink so much, I understand your feelings about marrying a woman you don't like, but you shouldn't be like this." "

Emer heard the voice, knew that Shree Gosho was beside him, but he didn't feel that he was pressing on him at this moment, his reason told him to ask Tswyl about it, but he was so drunk that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"History... Slae... I... Want... Ask you..."

"Don't talk about work today, Lord Emer, come quickly, take Emer to cleanse, Her Highness Jenfer is coming. "

"I... No, I wonder why you killed him... Why lie to them again, you... You!".

Emer suddenly grabbed Slay by the neck, screaming, and kept straining, catalyzed by the alcohol, he didn't think about anything anymore, he just wanted to tear Slay Gosho in half at the moment.

A basin of water suddenly poured up, wetting Emer's whole body from top to bottom, and thanks to this basin of water, Emel came to his senses, let go of the hand that was pinching Slay's neck, looked at the frightened people around him in confusion, then lowered his head and looked at his hands, and finally looked at Slay Gosho who fell to the ground, panting.

A nobleman was about to help Shree Gosho up, but he shook his hand and refused, and said with difficulty: "It's okay, go and bring Lord Emel to change clothes first, the wedding will start soon." "

Emer was stunned, his face was expressionless like a puppet, he obeyed the instructions of the two maids to raise his hands and legs, bathed and changed, dried his hair after changing clothes, and was pushed back to the place just now, even after that, Emel did not fully sober up.

There were

obviously a lot fewer people in this hall, and Emer knew that they were frightened by the self just now, but what Emel didn't know was that almost all of the people who stayed were close associates of Shree Gosho and Lester Faro, and they were forced to stay here at the behest of orders, and they were also afraid of Emer, so they stayed away from him.

Only Slay Gosho walked up to him as if he was fine, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Are you sober, Lord Emer, you scared me just now, I don't know who I killed or who I lied, but I know that you must have misunderstood me because you listened to the villain's slander, and we will talk about it after the wedding." "

The confused Emer didn't figure out the situation, but he didn't act aggressively towards Slay at the moment, he just stared blankly at the end of the hall, where a young girl in a wedding dress was standing, two rows of soldiers in armor and spears and shields.

Then an old man like a priest came up to Emel and solemnly swore an oath: "In view of your heroism, you are hereby granted all the lands west of the Imperial Stolia River to the south of the snow-capped mountains of Histeria and the plain of Gallotta, and you can do whatever you want on the territory, and your Excellency will marry the royal family to marry Princess Jeanfer Faro." "

Emel wanted nothing more than to flee at the moment, but his legs did not obey the command, he bent down like King Faro to express his gratitude, and then walked towards the maiden in the wedding dress.

Emer's chaotic mind was mixed with all kinds of thoughts, the story of Jack and Yoni made him no longer trust King Faro, and naturally lost interest in Jenfer, the chaos caused him to lose his former tenderness, his hands did not obey the force, ready to wait until Jenfer was in front of her, to prove his dissatisfaction with this forced marriage, and then take advantage of the chaos to leave here, abandon the town of Lulu, abandon the responsibility, return to Lalheim, which is now in ruins, wait for Emelo and Lara, and the others to return to Lalheim, and then marry Lala in the presence of the priest, and live as comfortably as Zwei did when he was in the Nu Gate Hall。

Jenfer slowly descended from a staircase, guards on both sides of her as if they were afraid of something.

Emel then stood face to face with Jenfer.

Jenfer was much taller than women of her age, even taller than men, and the top of her veil pressed against the tip of Emer's nose, but she couldn't see under the veil.

Just as the priest was about to preach, suddenly, Jenfer threw away his veil, and his short brown hair made Emel stunned for a moment, and then he struck Emel in the abdomen with a knee blow, which was so fast that Emel did not react, and received this blow, but he did not expect that this blow was many times heavier than he thought, and even an adult man would have to break a few ribs.

The severe pain directly sobered Emer from the chaos, not only because of the confusion caused by drunkenness, but also because of the state of depression that he had been in after the Battle of Domanik, which was also completely dispersed by this blow from Jenfer, and with the severe pain came relaxation, which made Emel feel like an imperial attack.

Emel wanted to thank Jenfer, but the exhaustion from relaxation left him lying on the ground, straining through his sleepiness and squinting to see what was happening.

He saw Jenfer lower down and kick down the soldier closest to her, and kicked him in the knee with his leg at the moment when he dodged the spear in his hand, and then the blow of the spear completely knocked the soldier to the ground, at this time the other soldiers also attacked her, three spears attacked her at the same time, just when she was about to fall to the ground in order to avoid the attack, she did not expect a backflip to distance herself from the soldiers, after standing up straight, Jenfer readjusted her posture and was ready to fight.

"Before you want to decide my life, prepare to die!"

The heroic declaration shocked everyone present, and the soldiers who tried to subdue her became timid.

It was from that moment that Emel became fascinated with Jenfer.