Ever since the discovery of the copper mines in Mooncreek, since the first mine tunnels swaggered underground, there has been no shortage of haunted legends, and there have always been miners in the tavern who say aloud that he heard strange noises, or where he saw human faces.

Most of these stories are delusions of drunken miners, and the rest of the ghost stories have no credentials, and new versions of ghost stories that become popular with minor modifications, but are only used to intimidate children into dangerous mines.

But lately there have been a lot of such ghost stories, and it is true that fresh animal remains have been found in tunnels more than twenty meters underground, but what does this mean? Maybe it was a wild wolf from the wasteland who built a nest in the deep mines, those who claimed to have had nightmares lately were just bored, and those who claimed to have seen incredible sights in the mines were probably just not enough to drink.

Adults may have the ability to shatter rumors for all sorts of reasons, but children are very different, they are afraid of legendary ghosts, but they are always tempted to listen to and spread the absurd stories.

It's just that I'm not in the mood like that right now.

As the Stormwind orphanage overcrowded, the older children were sent to Moonstream, Flashgold, Lakeside, and Nightlight, where they learned crafts, labor, and other life skills in the hope that girls would be able to get a job to support themselves by the time they reached adulthood at fourteen and boys at sixteen.

And I, when I'm about to turn fourteen, I'm no longer in the mood to talk to those little kids about screaming female ghost stories...... My hands are dexterous, I can weave a lot of practical little things with rope, my language is the best among my peers, and I have all the spelling of common words in my head.

Still, I was worried about my future life and that it might not be a problem to support myself, but being a street vendor was not my dream.

Believe it or not, but my dream is to become a pastor...... Well, a beautiful and powerful messenger of Light. Those adults always praise me for my intelligence and maturity, but they do not dare to guarantee that I will pass the tests of the Church, after all, the Holy Light is loving and unpredictable.

Perhaps because of the confusion and pervasive pressure of the road ahead, I am the one who has been plagued by nightmares lately, and I don't believe in the legends of ghosts, but I am still afraid...... A few of the children were talking about venturing into the mines while the adults weren't looking, and I would never take part in such childish activities.

Retracting my thoughts and following the path, I soon saw Mr. Stallman's house, the most dilapidated cottage I had ever seen, and the pale-haired Mr. Stallman, as usual, sat at the door in broad daylight and drank, with a few empty bottles piled up on the floor, and he did not look very conscious...... The miners said that he had fled from the north more than ten years ago, and no one knew how much money he had or what he did, but seeing that he had nothing to do, he always had money to buy wine and drink, and that he had expensive books in his shabby home, so he must have been a great man.

Drunks are terrible, should I bypass him, quietly return the book to him, and just leave?

But wouldn't that be rude...... Looking at the beautifully bound sacred text in my arms, I hesitated, what should I do?

It was then that Mr. Stallman spotted me, and when he squinted for a long time before he recognized who I was, he beckoned me feebly, and beckoned me to come forward, and as I approached him, I asked about the strong smell of wine and the smell of a bath that I had not bathed in a long time...... Holding back my unhappiness, I returned the holy tome, and then retreated two meters away from him.

He didn't seem to notice my frowning, he just flipped through the holy book casually, and tried to throw it on the ground, but finally slowly lowered it to his knees, he stroked the heavy iron book cover, and asked, "What do you think the holy light is?"

……

"I ......" Loria grew her mouth in surprise, and just now, a lot of messy fragments quickly popped up in her head, the clearest of which was the old man in front of her.

"Hahaha!" the old man, whose white hair was neatly combed and covered in polished gray heavy armor, laughed heartily, "You are Loria, and after all these years, you have grown up...... Well, you're still the same as you were when you were a kid, uh...... That's good. ”

"That ......" Loria was still in confusion, not even caring about the old man's narrow smile.

"Don't you recognize me?" the old man's face turned red, and he seemed to be very happy, and he laughed again, "After all, I was an old drunkard back then, hahaha!"

"No, Mr. Stallman, thank you for the book and your guidance. The puzzle quickly came down to the fact that even if it wasn't yet strung together, her own was her own, and she immediately remembered the person in front of her and bowed slightly to him.

"Well, yes, yes, I haven't seen you in years. Old man Stallman reached out and touched Loria's head, and then quickly remembered that although she didn't look very old, she should be eighteen or nineteen years old, so he quickly withdrew his hand, and he looked at Loria with a smile, "Oh, my brave child, you can already face the damned undead." ”

"Your Excellency, the wagon is ready to go. A young soldier ran up and saluted Stallman, and when he noticed Loria, his eyes widened in surprise, as if he had seen something incredible, "This ...... Is this Loria? No, the color of the hair is wrong. ”

How can anyone recognize her, and what's the point of going on to disguise like this?Loria was confused, but explained that she had changed her appearance a little because of the long journey.

The young soldier was stunned for a moment, then called out to his companions: "Hey, come and see! It's Loria!"

"What?"

"That Loria, that little pink-haired Loria!"

"What! isn't it brunette?"

"You stupid, you can't even see it!"

"Oh my God, I've written so many love letters to her before, but they've all gone to naught!"

Then she was surrounded by a group of young soldiers, with excited and friendly smiles on their unfamiliar faces, asking if she remembered herself...... Unfortunately, Loria never met Grian Stallman again, and she couldn't remember any of them.

Perhaps seeing Loria's confusion and helplessness, General Stallman shouted to disperse his soldiers, then made a welcoming gesture to Loria with open arms.

"This is the Western Wilderness People's Army, welcome home. ”