The adventurer who was sure that Hubert had something wrong took a sharp step forward—the adventurer with the cloak took a step back, avoiding his fist, but was tugged hard by the adventurer's accomplice: "Something to be proud of, don't anger us!" ”

After being pulled, the adventurer reacted immediately, and then heard these words, the movement did not stop, grinned, did not react when threatened, but slammed backwards, hit his shoulder in the chest, and then kicked him in the knee before the other party could react. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Info adventurer pulled his cloak back, and then very unceremoniously threw the man out - the adventurer who was about his height was smashed into the already shabby table by the sky, and the table instantly toppled and cracked into several pieces.

The onlookers fell silent, and felt the strength of the adventurer strongly—especially Fitney, who was most surprised to find that the adventurer's hood had been ripped off, revealing a somewhat vicissitudes of face under the hood.

"Wicker?!" The adventurer who had been wearing the hood looked exactly like Wickel - Fitney blurted out in shock.

But she only said this, and after being surprised and gaffed, she changed her mind in an instant - suspicious to find that this adventurer did not have Wicker's trademark taciturn personality, but was more enthusiastic in his dealings with people, which was very different from Wicker.

Not to mention that Wickel is dead.

"Hey, you know me?" Who knew that this "Wicker" looked at Fitney in surprise, which made Fitney's brain unable to function - not even convincing himself.

The adventurers looked at each other, and Helis and Hubert also showed surprised expressions, not knowing what was happening.

"Wicker? Auston? Fitney hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively.

"Hey, it looks like you really know me?" In the Kingdom of Luther, there are many people with the same name, and when they are not sure whether they know someone they know, they will use their surnames to distinguish them, but Fitney was originally to "clear up the misunderstanding", but at this time the misunderstanding seems to be getting deeper and deeper.

What's going on? Fitney didn't know what to say for a moment, and hesitated in place.

She distinctly remembered burying Wicker's body near the stone platform......

"What is your focus right now...... Damn it, Wicker? Auston?! The risk-taker broke the deadlock, he exclaimed.

Wicker turned his gaze back to the adventurer at this time, with a hint of disdain on his face, grinned, and stepped on the chair in front of him: "Yes, it's me, don't you believe it?" ”

What just happened, no one would believe the authenticity of this Wickel person.

"Wicker of Wylundon? He actually appeared in Herulando at this time......"

"Willonton? The land of the brave? What a surprise. ”

"It's really a big deal for Herulando......"

……

Wicker was more famous than Fitney had imagined - but she didn't have time to think about it at the moment, and she kept staring at Wicker for a moment to see something in his face.

Wicker? Auston, indeed, was the name of the hunter in the woods who had died trying to save her, but at this time it was used by another man, with a very different personality but the same appearance—and he did not seem to know Fitney.

"No, no, no, I believe in it now, are you with them?" The adventurer was still a little reluctant and said.

"Of course," said another voice—it was the voice of an old man, whose appearance was clear to the adventurers out of the way—long white hair and gray robes, with silver streaks embroidered on the collar, and the most noticeable being the wooden staff in his hand, "I am sure that these children will not do anything embarrassing." ”

This is a magician.

"Mr. Fresen!" Helis looked at him in surprise.

Fitnair didn't know the magician, but she thought it might be the reason the two young magicians said they were here—and Hubert's expression was noticeably softened, and it was clear that he trusted the Fresson as well.

"Freisen of Willlongton...... Oh my God, what day is it?! ”

"It's Starlight Freisen now, and I haven't seen him in years."

"Two adventurers from Willonton, it seems that Mombache will have to suffer a little today......"

"Fresson's Notoriously Kind ......"

……

"Hey, Fresson." Wicker also showed a look of surprise, and he walked up to Fresson, and the two faced each other, "Your gray robe is still just as ugly, like the gray otter of Aesop's forest." ”

"Is your old cloak really going to be brought into the grave?" Fresson said, his hand reaching forward slightly, and the staff struck him on the shoulder.

The two of them just looked at each other, and no one around them made a sound, and after a few seconds, they both laughed and patted each other on the shoulder.

"Old friend, you've come back from Borett, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and without you, Rose May would be in a lot of trouble." Fresson and Wicker walked side by side towards the corner, completely oblivious to the adventurers around them.

Fitnair stood by and watched them walk towards the corner, pulling her hood down a bit—out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Mombachi and her friends running very fast and quickly disappearing into the doorway.

Willwonton. She had heard of it not long ago, but she had not heard of it—it seemed to mean a lot to adventurers now.

It's just that...... Fitnair stood silently in the corner where it was hard to notice, observing the every move of the adventurers around him—the brown eyes were very smart, but they were not as pure and clear as those of a child. Try to capture everything around you.

But in fact, she was thinking about Wickel in her heart, and before she knew it, her eyes gradually became blank, and she seemed to be in deep thought.

"Hello, little girl." Fitnair fell into deep thought, and suddenly she was awakened, and looked to the side in a trance, and saw Fresson looking at him, the old man's face was full of wrinkles, and the friendliness in his eyes was undisguised.

Fitnair glanced at the others again—there seemed to be a hint of anticipation on Helis's face, and there was curiosity in Wicker's eyes.

"Hello." Fitney responded to him, not very enthusiastic but implicitly polite.

"I've heard from the children that you're living alone in Aesop's Forest, it's hard to imagine." Fresson said, "You're still a forest hunter?" ”

Of course, Fitnair didn't believe that Haylith and Hubert were the Freisen's own descendants, and the whispers of the onlookers before made her think that maybe this was a respected teacher in the academy - and indeed it was, and the eyes of the penetrating showed that although there was no strong reaction around this magician to accumulate magic, the magic around him moved with his movements.

"Theoretically, I heard that Mr. Wicker is also a forest hunter?" Fitney looked up at Wicker.

"Huh? Indeed it is. Wicker didn't expect Fitney to suddenly shift his perspective to him, so he said.

"And where is your cabin? I think it might be in Aesop Forest? Fitney said.

"I don't have a permanent cabin, I often take me away in Kamel, you can treat me as a wanderer, Rose May will return to Aesop Forest to help Fresson." Wicker replied.

"You really don't live in Aesop Forest?" Fitney couldn't help but say.

"Really." Wicker smiled gently, his smile open-minded and hearty, and his face softened a lot—if he was really the Wicker whom Fitney knew, it would have made her feel impossible, "You seem to have a friend who is quite similar to me?" ”

Fitney gave up his previous thoughts, so he said: "No, I admit my mistake, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"It's so indifferent." Wicker smiled, not slighting Fitney—he turned to Friesen, "But it's rare to see a forest hunter so young, and I'll be a magician." ”

The two adventurers easily accepted Fitney's youth, even if no one could see her appearance, and didn't care that her identity sounded suspicious.

Fresson didn't feel uncomfortable being left out of his own air, and said, "A young hunter in the woods is really amazing, if it's a magician, then the school probably won't miss it." ”

Looks like I've been shown to be incapable of using magic...... Fitnair felt a little helpless, and seeing the two of them talking again, she felt that there was nothing of her own here.

I can't talk about magic, even though my summoner is a strong magician......

It was then that she realized that Merlin was gone—that the tavern had returned to its original "calm", and that the noise was the same as it had been at the beginning.

"Arthur, I'm outside." Then Fitney suddenly heard Merlin's voice—ringing in her ears, and no one but her heard it.

"What are you doing out there?" Fitney looked around, thought for a moment, but didn't say anything, and couldn't help but say—she lowered her voice.

"Looking for a drug that will allow you to use your magic powers." Merlin said.

This answer shocked Fitney a little.

"I don't think you need to do that." Fitnair thought about it, but in the end he didn't use Arthur to refute him - in King Arthur's story, Merlin was always the only powerful magician, and the knights were just warriors with swords.

"Exercise is necessary until you can pull out the sword in the stone," Merlin said, "and that's the direction you choose, and I think I should help you a little." ”

Fitney was speechless, and suddenly noticed Friesen's conversation.

"Since you're here, join us to investigate, there's still plenty of time." As she spoke, Freison looked at Haylith and Hubert, and Fitney felt as if she was still in his words.