Erbe
Ezquzo

Erland's adventure started from here, he had already decided on it. Leaving everything for the comfort of the heart. Crossing the ocean, splitting the wilds and exploring different countries. Northeast of Grazepodhia is the area of the kingdom of Perla which is very famous fertile and located in the middle latitudes. Lazuardi adorned his sky in the morning, if dusk comes beautiful swastamita faithful accompany. The night is star-studded. Very beautiful, making it in the nicknamed land of pearl night.

"The night sky here is beautiful, it reminds me of the sky in the Azaldes forest. It's very warm" said Erland.

"You're right, Your Majesty. The night sky is beautiful, with stars. Surely you are now remembering the beautiful night in Azaldes, Your Majesty," Maizar replied.

"You're absolutely right, Maizar. As I recall, didn't I forbid you to call me Your Majesty. Just call me my name, I'm not comfortable with that."

"I'm sorry, Your Honor. Servant did not dare to sassy it. This is appropriate. Please do not be burdened, this has become the duty of the servant, Your Majesty," Maizar replied firmly.

Erland's breath was heard in the silence of the night, she turned to Maizar with her smile. While alone Maizar called him 'Your Majesty', if in the crowd Maizar would call him 'My Master'. The two again walked down the small village where they currently live. Torches are installed in every house, the quiet streets make the atmosphere more silent.

The two arrived at a large field guarded by several soldiers, in the middle of which there was a large stone table with a complete offerings. There will be a ceremony there. However, the two felt a different air. Thick and very evil surrounded the place. Maizar stands by, his sword ready to be pulled out at any time.

"There's a lot of Rown here. What do they want?" ask Erland.

"Come, Your Majesty. If this was a normal ritual, why would the Rowns be here. What is possible .... Uh! Yeah, God. I forgot something, Your Majesty."

Almost Maizar shouted, if only Erland did not pull him to hide. The two covered him up neatly, so that none of Rown was aware of their presence. Slowly the sky looked a little blue, there was a tinge of blue light that began to evenly spread, as if the morning came along with the night. Erland smiled.

"Kashaye" whispered Erland.

"You're right, Your Majesty. Soon at midnight, Zamora will come out of hiding. It's very dangerous" Maizar said.

"Go with some Durete, protect the citizens. The rest leave it to me."

"This is very dangerous, Your Majesty. You ...."

Maizar stopped his words and saluted and left, Erland's bead eyes looked very serious with his words earlier. Maizar quickly telepathically summoned some Durete and went to make a protective shield in the village. After feeling safe, he immediately caught up with Erland who was still on the field earlier.

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Within minutes, the field was covered in gray fog clad in orange luminaries, a shield had been installed. The preparation of the ezquzo ritual is almost perfect. The Ezquzo is a demonic summoning ritual that coincides with the peak of the quadrantid meteor shower. The meteor shower whose radiant point comes from the quadrant muralis constellation believed to be the opening of the gates of hell and the exits of demons. Their target is to destroy Perla without any remnants.

Erland pulled out her sword then aimed at the top of the sky, her eyes closed and both her hands clasped the sword right in front of her face. Slowly his left hand touched the sword to the end, then from behind the soles of Erland's feet a golden light combined with his soft green.

Cracks!

The sound of a fault rang out loud, as if this earth being stepped in two. Not waiting for long, the fog had thinned and the protective shield was split. Erland freely entered into the middle of the open field. Some Rown attacked him. Nah! There were dozens or even hundreds of Rowns storming in and without further ado attacked Erland in droves. Calmly the brave little boy slashed at them with his sword. The numbers are increasing, but Erland does not look overwhelmed by the attacks of the Rowns.

"Your Majesty!"

"O nychterino ouran, xekourazou stin koenia. Kleisou me tin isychia sou. Photiste ton ours to fos ton asterion."

(Our night sky calm down in the cradle. Close yourself in peace. Light the sky with starlight.)

In an instant the night sky that had been rumbling, suddenly became calm and bright after Erland took out cyfunol and diversion spells. Instead of not accepting the ritual was damaged by a boy, the manager attacked Erland. However, Erland swiftly broke his attack, his palm opened and twisted, as if he was breaking something. And from the place where the man was, there was the sound of a fracture and a pool of blood from the broken neck of the mangos.

Maizar and the three Durete shuddered. A seven-year-old child can break the magic of malos and kill him remotely. It's more terrifying than fighting with thousands of Rowns. The first time they saw another figure of an Erland who competed gallantly on the battlefield. Between awe, amazement and horror at seeing it. Erland's face looked calm and kept smiling watching his opponent fall. The blood of Laszlo is terrible, very brave and tough.

"Clean them!" erland's Order.

"Okay, Your Majesty," replied the three Rowns in unison.

"What about the residents, Maizar?"

"You need not worry, Your Majesty. Sage and the other Durete had already handled everything."

Maizar knelt before Erland. He knew that Erland who was currently before him was no ordinary Erland. The soul of a Laszlo rises. Laszlo was the strongest clan within the Eustazian civilization, a civilization that grew and flourished hundreds of thousands of years ago. Where at that time no one could save man from the attack of Gozha and his army. Gozha was the reincarnation of the strongest demon god of the time, bloodthirsty and very passionate.

Laszlo was the one who managed to crush him. Since then Laszlo has resided on one of the largest continents and has been a leader there to date. The dynasty that was built for thousands of years remains strong and trusted by mankind. Like a living legend, Laszlo's pure blood is believed to bring peace to the earth. That is, those who have a holy soul from the descendants of Laszlo who are entitled to the ancestral land. And it falls on Erland Javier Laszlo, the eight hundred and eight pedigree of the Laszlo clan.

***

"Your Majesty," called Maizar at Erland's doorstep.

That morning the sun had just appeared timidly, Erland opened his eyes slowly. The comfort of his bed tempted him for much longer there. However, a knock on the door and Maizar's call kept him awake again.

"Come in!"

"For the morning, Your Majesty. Sorry to wake you up so early" said Maizar.

"What's wrong?" erland asked while leaning his back on the head of the bed.

"There's someone who wants to meet you. He had been waiting since morning blind. Would you like to meet him?"

The two ends of Erland's brows met in front of his forehead. I don't know who came this morning, he didn't feel like he had an appointment with anyone. Even besides Maizar, no one he knew in this land.

"Who is he, Maizar?"

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