In the dark night, Peake stepped on the soft grass, looked at the half moon in the sky, and thought about the blonde girl.

As he walked, he saw a wooden house, only to see that the wooden house was really poorly built, very different from the marble white style buildings common in the town, this room was a kind of rotten wood black, two windows were ajar for ventilation, several wooden stakes stood in front of the wooden house, a simple wooden fence was tied to a thin leather rope, one end of the leather rope was connected to a simple wooden door, and a wooden sign hung on the wooden door, and the wooden sign was written in crooked large letters: "Go out during the day, meet guests at night." ”

Strange, going out during the day and meeting guests at night?

What is this place?

No, where did this cabin come from?

Peake has lived in the town of Peace since he was a child, and he doesn't often go to the center of the town, but he does walk around the town.

It was a barren grass the other day, when did anyone move here?

It's still a long way from the town, and it's even more remote than your own home.

Peake stood in front of the barred door of the wooden house, and after a brief moment of distraction, he heard a muffled voice behind him.

"Child, why are you so sad. ”

Peake looked back and saw an old man with a young man standing not far behind him.

The old man was about sixty years old, his short white hair was neatly groomed, he had two long white beards obliquely under his nose, he was slightly short, he was overweight, he wore a pair of slim leather armor on his upper body, and a delicate gray metal short spear pinned to his waist, one end of the short spear was a sharp metal point, and the other end was inlaid with a white crystal-like grip, which looked delicate and high-end, and a snow-white parrot was standing on his shoulder, staring at Pique innocently.

Pique could tell at a glance that this should be a hunter.

And the young man was about the same age as himself, about twenty years old, brown skin, black hair, this should be a Tur people, brown skin, black hair is the sign of the Tur people, the Tours people live on the edge of the forest, hunting for a living, he carries an earthy yellow basket on his back, and a bow more than half a man long in his hand. This confirmed Pique's previous judgment that these two people should be hunters by profession, no wonder they live in such a remote area, and it will indeed save a lot of distance to enter the forest from here.

Hunters are a high-risk industry in the town, and they can earn a lot of money in comparison.

I saw the young man in front of him looking at Peake curiously, his eyes were of rare color, his pupils mixed with a hint of pale green, and he had a deep scar in the middle of his forehead, as if it were a closed third eye.

Peake was stared at by his characteristic pale green pupils, looking uncomfortable.

The old man was half a head shorter than Pique, and the young man was a little shorter than the old man next to him, and Pique was not very tall, but he still needed to keep his head slightly down.

"Blue eyes! blue eyes!"

It was not the old man who spoke, nor the young man, nor Pique, but the parrot on the shoulders of the elderly.

The parrot's voice was hoarse, like an old woman clogging her nose and screaming.

"Blue eyes! blue eyes!"

The snow-white parrot seemed to see something new, and shouted twice more.

Indeed, Pique's pupils are a little special compared to ordinary people, they are a dark blue, which looks pure and natural, and can give people a feeling of trust.

But now, Pique's gaze was slightly glazed, and his pure, dark blue pupils seemed unfocused.

"Frustrated?" said the old man, noticing Peake's blank gaze, and continued, "What's wrong? I've never seen a man so depressed, ever since a wild boar had made a mess of my house until I had hung it up, and stripped it naked......

The old man's voice was peculiarly low, peculiarly imitating a sharp voice, making a joke that was not funny.

Peake was still basking in the mood of missing the blonde girl, and his face was depressed, but the joke made the young man next to him laugh.

"Look, this silly boy loves the joke. The old man glanced sideways at the young man and said, "Oh yes, I forgot to introduce it, this young man is my assistant - Orr, Orr is the stupidest young man I have ever met, my name is Agares, the hunter of the town of peace, and it is a pleasure to meet you." ”

Agareth patted the young man next to him, and the young man named Orr politely shook Pique's hand and said briefly: "It's an honor." ”

"I saw my wife whom I was marrying, I looked at her, and as soon as I wanted to talk to her, I lost her. Seeing that the two men were very polite, Peake finally spoke, and told the two strangers about what had happened to him.

"Oh, that's too bad! Most people only lose their wives when they get married. Agareth glanced at Orr and continued to say to Pique: "You shouldn't be married yet. ”

Peake looked at the old man and said firmly: "But I will spend my life looking for her, or I will die alone." ”

"Unlucky kid. Agareth was silent for a moment, then continued, "Let me guess, she's really beautiful?"

Peake's gaze began to wander, and he nodded subconsciously.

Agareth looked at Pique and continued, "Reddish blonde hair with a texture like clouds after the sun burns. ”

Speaking of the cloud-like blonde hair, Pique's pupils dilated, and the corners of his mouth began to rise slightly.

Agareth's thick eyebrows raised, and his voice was seductive: "Blue dress?"

Peake remembered the blonde girl's blue dress, smiled innocently, and nodded subconsciously.

Then he seemed to realize something, looked into Agares' eyes, frowned, and said, "Yes!"

Pique looked at Agareth quizzically.

"I know friends from her father's family. ”

Hearing this, Peake finally got serious, stepped in front of the old man, and asked urgently, "Who is she?

"Forget it, kid, don't waste your time, she's not like you. ”

Peake immediately defended, "What? You don't know me yet!"

"Of course I know you!" Agareth waved his hand and pointed to the peaceful town, "You can live well in the small town, but in the big city, in the real world, you have to bow your head." ”

Agareth poked Pique's chest with his finger, because of the height difference, he had to look up at Pique, and said in a low voice: "You are a country boy, the most common carpenter in the town, you have no plan, no goal, nothing in the house except a rotten wooden house like mine." ”

Agareth is right, and it fits Pique's current situation very well.

For a short time, Pique didn't realize why the old man knew him so well, and of course, he didn't care about it, his heart was full of the blonde girl.

Now he just wanted to find a reason to justify it, to refute the elderly Agares

By the way, Peake pointed behind him and said, "I still have a donkey." ”

Peake turned around and saw that the big black feet, who had been inseparable from him, were not behind him, and cried out in confusion, "Oh, who stole my donkey!"

Peake looked blankly.

Agareth smacked his lips and glanced at Orr, the young man next to him, before turning to Pique, "You're a little fish in the little pond...... You'll be submerged in the sea, go back to your puddle, you'll be happy there. ”

After Agareth finished speaking, he was about to leave.

Peake quickly answered, and said in a very quick tone: "You say I don't have a plan, no! I do! I want to find that girl, marry her, and spend the rest of my life with her." ”

Agareth looked at Pique, narrowing his eyes.

Pique continued to speak, and then said: "I don't have a job, if you give me one, there will be one." ”

Agareth looked at Pique playfully, amused by Pique's logic and a little curious about what Pique would say next.

"I don't have a lot of money...... But I'm more determined than any man you'll ever meet. I live in a carpenter's house, but I've read a lot of books! I know a lot about this continent!"

Agareth didn't waver in any way because of Pique's words, and said with a frown: "I'm sorry, kid, I'm not doing charity, let's go, Orr." ”

Agareth turned around and walked away with Orr, who glanced helplessly at Pique and shrugged his shoulders.

"Wait, look, I'll work for you day and night!" Peake turned to Agareth, his eyes widened, and he said firmly, "You don't have to pay me!"

Agareth looked up and looked at Pique, who seemed to be a little tempted.

Pique then went on to say, word for word: "You just have to tell me who she is." ”

Agareth raised his white beard and said, "In this way, you said that you have read a lot of books and know this continent very well, then I will make a riddle, you guessed it right, I will give you a chance." ”

"Yes!" Peake nodded vigorously.

"The dragon's head, the antlers, the lion's eyes, the tiger's back, the bear's waist, the snake's scales, the horse's hooves. Hit an animal. ”

A smile appeared on Peake's lips, which did not bother him at all, and he confidently replied, "Kirinmon"

In the legend, there is a mythical beast called the unicorn, it has a dragon head, antlers, lion eyes, tiger back, bear waist, snake scales, horse hooves in one, no animal on the continent is its opponent - alien records

Pique happened to have read the book in his grandfather's collection, so the puzzle wasn't too difficult for him.

"Very responsive, young man. Hunter Agareth glanced at Pique with a strange look, nodded and said, "You have to work for me every month, and at the end of each month I will tell you a thing about her, and this is my last offer." ”

Peake exhaled, a smile on his face again, and held out his right hand.

Agareth shook Pique's hand cleanly: "That's it, the gods testify." ”