Arthur thought for a moment, then lowered his gaze and said, "I don't know about this, my goal is just to find that guy, well, for the time being." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Witt sighed helplessly, "How do you know he must be in the church?

Arthur showed his smirk and white teeth: "I feel like he's in the church, don't worry, my feelings have always been accurate, even if I don't have them, I can find them out by feeling, yes, yes, yes, yes, ”

Witt was even more helpless: "I said, when is your feeling accurate?"

Arthur jumped up like a rabbit. He slipped the leaflet into his coat pocket, then stretched his limbs and looked up and laughed.

"I finally have a goal, it feels good to have a goal, hahahahahahaha!"

Still laughing so silly. Witt looked at Arthur's figure with some envy.

"Arthur, you have never been out of the village, the outside world is very dangerous, humans, monsters, spirit shadows, any of them can easily take your life. ”

"Ah, I know, no problem, I believe I can do it. ”

In Werther's opinion, Arthur smiled like the sun.

"Besides, if you don't do anything, nothing will change, so just do it!"

The broth and broken bread were still steaming, the parents across the table chatting while eating, the occasional noisy child running by, and the sound of the cow chirping, Witt knew that this was a normal, unchanging scene.

But he always wanted to change. From a very young age, from the moment he read the eyes of those around him, Witt knew what he wanted, so he stopped turning the spoon, put down the bread, and told his parents, who were still debating whether or not to fix the roof.

Lily said a lot, but Ruerbad remained silent. The wife tugged at her husband's arm, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Facing his serious father, Witte raised the same bright smile as Arthur at that time, as if he felt that he was under the blue sky and white clouds, and the wind and waves with the scent of grass were blowing, and his body and mind were light.

"Only here, you can't surpass your father. ”

When Arthur showed the leaflet to Yulinda, the other party didn't even hesitate for a second, the paper was instantly grabbed and thrown into the stove, and a burst of black smoke and burning smell appeared, and quickly dissipated.

"The meal will be ready immediately, go and clean up the things on the table. ”

"Mom used to be really a mercenary, so she chose to settle down in this kind of place in order to hide from the enemy?"

"Go clean up the table. ”

"Is Dad really sick and dead?"

"Don't eat any more nonsense. ”

"That man, no, that spirit shadow, is it really a dream of mine?"

The upper body was still in the posture of chopping vegetables, and Yulinda suddenly raised her leg and kicked Arthur in the lower abdomen, and the fierce force made the boy fly up instantly, and his back hit the wall and fell to the ground.

"Church belief or something, I'm not interested, I want to find him! If you don't say it, then I'll have to find out the answer myself!" Holding his stomach and looking up, although Arthur coughed, his voice was louder, but the next second he saw the kitchen knife flying straight in, surprised Arthur hurriedly turned his head sideways to dodge, the kitchen knife flew by his hair, and the tip of the knife slammed into the wall.

Arthur slowly shifted his gaze, looking at his face reflected by the kitchen knife in shock, and saw that there were still a few leaves on it, and then he turned his gaze back and said in a low voice, "It's decided." ”

It's not that Yulinda didn't think about this day coming, but as a mother's selfishness, she always hopes that this day can come later, later.

After a moment of silence, Yulinda extinguished the fire, took off her apron, picked up the sword hanging on the wall and walked outside.

"Go get the sword, win me, you can go, if you can't beat me, you are not qualified. ”

Arthur had expected this to be the outcome. He stood up and straightened his clothes, then opened the wooden box, took out the iron sword he usually used for practice, walked outside the wooden house, and stood opposite his mother.

As soon as Arthur stood still, Yulinda drew his sword and unsheathed it. In her hand is her own sword, with a pitch-black scabbard and a silver-white blade with a ruby engraved hilt.

This sword has witnessed most of her life, witnessed the story surrounding her, and witnessed Arthur, representing the existence of the story destined to continue.

Arthur had never won against his mother since he learned his sword at the age of three, but his hand holding the sword did not hesitate at all, there was no confusion in his eyes, and he knew that this time he would win.

Without speaking, Yulinda raised his sword and attacked, followed by a rapid diagonal slash after a flickering dash. Arthur moved his feet, saw through the false trick and did not dodge, held the sword sideways to block the fast attack, and when the two swords collided against each other, he suddenly lowered his body, and the sword turned down to pick a stab.

Arthur thought that the sudden release would throw his mother's center of gravity out of balance, and this trick would definitely work. However, Yulinda was very experienced, and she had expected this step as early as when Arthur retracted his sword momentum, and instantly pressed down on the hilt of the sword, suppressing Arthur's assault alive.

After a shrill accent, both sides took a few steps back and looked at each other.

Arthur knows that it won't work to be clever with his mother, and he has zero actual combat experience and has no possibility of beating his mother in skills, so he can only show the results of his own practice since childhood, and fight his strength and speed to the limit, which is the most solid thing, which is what his mother wants to verify.

The sound of metal clashing lasted from noon to dusk, and the warm orange-red light fell on the two who still persisted, reflecting their sweaty and red faces even more red. Arthur's clothes were soaked, and there were large and small scars on his body, and Yulinda was also panting, sweat running down her slender neck to her undulating chest, sinking into the ravine, bringing up streams of heat in the evaporation.

As Sunset nears its end, the two sides attack again, and just as the two swords are about to make contact, an arrow bursts through the air, and Yulinda senses it and retreats instantly, and the arrow shoots into the grass next to her feet.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Yulenda. Met the surprised gazes of Yulinda and Arthur, Witt walked slowly, and finally stood beside Arthur, "This time Arthur must win." ”

"Brother Viterg, what is this?"

"I'll go with you too. ”

"Dimension ......"

"You guy, you can't do it alone. With his eyes still looking ahead, Werther was still smiling, "I have something to think of." ”

Yulinda snorted coldly, raised his sword again, and pointed at the two: "One more stinky imp, can you win?"

Arthur looked at Werther for a moment, then suddenly laughed and turned his head, and the iron sword was raised again.

Witt put on the bow and arrows, the bowstring was full, and the arrow locked: "Aunt Yulinda, you can't dodge this time." ”

That's the answer.

It was not easy to dodge the sword-bow combination, especially when Yulinda found that Werther's arrows were not missing and were not inaccurate. She was forced to step back, her long skirt was cut by a sword, and her arm was bruised. Seeing that these two little ghosts were tacitly compatible and perfectly matched, her suspended heart fell to the ground slightly.