"I'm sorry, Saren, about Sally..." Karen looked at Saren sincerely, her hands crossed into big fists, and her pen placed casually on the table.

"Okay, huh." Saren waved his hands impatiently when he heard this, as if he wanted to avoid the topic, but he accidentally pulled the wound on his waist. He gritted his teeth in pain, and it took him a while to recover, "We won't

Talk about that.”

"Well," Kara sighed, "I don't know what to say, Mare."

"Then don't say anything." To Kara's surprise, Saren was a little rude, and it could even be said that he pushed back powerlessly, but he soon realized it and showed an apologetic smile to Kara, "I'm sorry.

"

"I can understand, Mare." Carla signaled her teacher that he didn't take it to heart, then walked to the man's side and began to comfort him.

Saren glanced at him gratefully, but said nothing. He turned to look out the window and said, "It's almost dawn."

Karen followed his gaze and looked out the window, "Yes, there's still an hour at most."

Saren retracted his gaze and let out a long sigh, "I thought I had almost forgotten all of this," he said, his voice somewhere between annoyance and sadness, "Today I realized how profound this memory is.

"

"It's not your fault, Mare." Kara said softly, trying to comfort the depressed man, "You were only thirteen years old at the time."

"Yes, I'm only thirteen years old, so what?" Saren looked a little irritable, and Karen guessed it was a side effect of the pain in the wound. "My problems won't go away because of my age, and that's not who I am.

A reason to put things behind you in a dignified manner.”

"Let's talk about your title, 'Red Dragon' Saren." Seeing that Kara still wanted to argue, Karen hurriedly came out to smooth things over and steer the conversation in another direction.

"Ah yes," Saren nodded and said thoughtfully: "Most of the stories about me started from that time. The most widely circulated story is the story of 'Red Dragon' Saren. Sometimes I

I’m surprised that the story spread so widely.”

"One more thing," Karen looked a little confused when she said this, "you killed so many imperial soldiers, how did you finally return to the empire?"

"That's another story, Karen," Saren showed a slightly smug expression to cover up the sadness in his eyes, and kept tapping the table with his right hand, "I'll tell you later."

"I have a question, Mare." The young waiter in the tavern frowned his beautiful black eyebrows, "Why don't you ask someone for help, such as the Thieves Guild?"

"Ah" Saren said in a long tone, "You asked a very good question, Kara." He stretched out his hand, "The reason is very simple. I don't live in a story, it's just my story."

Kara still looked confused.

Saren sighed softly, "Kara," he straightened up and looked at his assistant and student, "Let me ask you, a little boy whose parents were killed, according to the story, what will happen next?"

"He will have a powerful teacher, or some powerful weapon, or talent, and he will save himself from danger time and time again, and finally succeed in revenge." Kara said matter-of-factly.

"That's very well said," Saren applauded the students, "You see, the story is like this. The protagonist always saves the day, and the gods bless him, and he finally achieves his goal. That is the component of the story, and it provides what life does not have.

Live life smoothly.”

Saren stretched out a hand and shook his slender index finger, "But life is not like this, Kara, if this is just a story, then I will tell you how I found my friends in the Thieves Guild and where they know the noble people. I

I chopped off that piece of shit Peach's head with one knife, and spent his money to go to the Rune Master Academy, where I became a once-in-a-century student. Everyone in the academy supported me, and finally on a day, no matter what the weather was.

, I found Strader and killed him with one knife to pay homage to my dead family."

He said this in one breath, and then pointed to his tavern, "What are the facts?" He asked his waiter, and gave the answer himself before Kara could speak: "You have all seen that I am now running a business in this small village.

Tavern, where is Strader? I don't know."

"That's life, Kara," Saren concluded. "The truth is, I'd have nowhere to go but to run away on my own."

"Furthermore," he paused, as if a wound had been opened, "another terrifying aspect of the truth is that all pain will become numb over time."

"When my parents and Terrazo just died, I would burst into tears just thinking about them, but when I rode Pegasus towards the Kingdom of Valenlia, I no longer cried. Next

That’s Sally.”

Saren snapped his fingers, "Of course, I won't tell you that I don't care about these things at all," he showed a tired smile, "In my later days, I sometimes lay on my bed,

Loneliness completely consumed me."

He paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh, as if it was the only breath in his life, "I'm afraid our story has come to an end here. I don't know how to tell it for the time being.

The next phase of the story.”

"How is that possible, Mare?" Carla asked with concern, "You can talk about the most important part first, and then come back to add details, just like painting, first draw the skeleton and then fill it in."

"What is the most important part?" The innkeeper looked at his students and asked sternly, "How do I get revenge? My achievements as a knight? Or the part where I massacred the Imperial soldiers?"

"Sorry, Mare." Kara shrank back with fear, "I didn't mean to make you angry."

Saren looked at his apprentice, or the armor on his body.

"Take it off." He knocked on the armor.

This sentence caused Kara to be stunned for a while, "Now? Mare?"

Saren nodded, and Kara took off the armor piece by piece as instructed, put it back on the armor stand, then took off the long sword tied to his waist and placed it on the table.

Saren picked up the sword, "If you think that life in the Kingdom of Valenlia is going well for me, you are wrong." He took out the sword, looked at it carefully, inserted it back, and threw it to Kara.

.

"But there is no doubt about one thing," Saren stood up. "I have indeed changed from a," he paused, as if he was considering his words, "a displaced orphan, to a knight who is responsible for his own affairs."

"In other words, I have grown up." Saren stood up, "Now, I am going to get some breakfast for the two gentlemen to meet the needs of real life. Kara, while I am preparing breakfast, I hope

Can you put my knight's armor and weapons back in the basement?"

Kara nodded and walked towards the basement carrying the first batch of heavy armors. He would reassemble them in the basement.

"As for you," Saren turned to look at Karen, "you can do whatever you want."

Karen wandered around the hall boredly. The sun had already risen above the horizon and would soon shine on the land of a new day. But he guessed that none of the villagers had a good night's sleep. What happened last night must have frightened them.

As for Saren, Karen sighed when he thought of this. He really didn't expect Saren to be the murderer of the Bloomington massacre. He was a child at that time, and he was really frightened by the Bloomington massacre.

Even putting aside the knight period, Saren was an out-and-out executioner for the empire, but in Karen's memory, both Talos and other colleagues in the Rune Division were respectful to Saren.

To them, Saren is more like a respectable teacher and boss worth following.

In addition, all negative reports about Saren have disappeared without a trace, at least he has not been seen since his service, and the few remaining ones are just vague memories from childhood.

These two points were what Karen couldn't understand the most. What did the red-haired man do to make the entire empire forget what he had done?

Saren came out of the kitchen happily, holding a large plate of fried eggs and bacon in his hand.

Karen kept looking at him. He really couldn't compare the hardworking innkeeper in front of him with Saren who killed countless imperial soldiers in the blink of an eye.

Maybe as he said, he would rather do Savos now.

But why did he accept a blue dragon as his student?

"It's time to eat, dear Mr. Karen." The voice of the innkeeper interrupted Karen's meditation. He raised his head and found that the man named Saren was smiling and had a knife and fork ready to be handed to him.

"Thank you." Karen put away her thoughts, politely took the knife and fork, and began to deal with the plate of bacon and eggs in front of her.

"A new day has begun, a new life, a new world, and a new story." Saren stood at the window at some point. He opened the curtains and let the sunlight shine into the hotel.

Kara rubbed her waist and came out of the wine cellar, "Mare," he pouted with a slight complaint, "I won't do any hard work for you next time."

"Yes, yes, my good student, you don't have to do it," Saren said perfunctorily to his good student, "Come and have breakfast."

The room suddenly fell into a deeper silence. The three of them didn't speak anymore. They just silently ate their portions of bacon and eggs. The bacon and eggs were very fragrant. Saren's craftsmanship was not limited, but the atmosphere was.

Getting more and more weird.

"Now," Saren put down his knife and fork and gave orders like an emperor, "it's bedtime for both of you." He pointed to the stairs and motioned for the respected guests and his students to go upstairs and sleep obediently.

Carla and Karen didn't say anything. They knew when to make comments and when not to.

Seeing the two of them going upstairs to go to bed, Saren yawned. He walked slowly towards the door. He was still lazy on the way. He hung a sign on the door saying it was open in the afternoon, climbed the stairs and walked into his room.

.

After he left, the hall fell into silence. Only the increasingly dazzling sunlight came in through the window and illuminated the entire hall.
Chapter completed!