"Of course it's me. www.biquge.info"Shouldn't you thank me for anything?" said Hermes.

"But you haven't told me the truth yet. Fitney calmed down for a moment, and then continued, with a hint of anger in his words - he couldn't be happy for a long time to know that his summoner had deliberately dropped a potion and almost killed himself, "Why did you put the madness potion on the boar?"

"Oh, Mademoiselle, don't you think it's a good day?, why don't you hang out with me?" Hermes smiled.

There is no appearance of telling the truth at all.

Fitney took a deep breath and calmed herself down a bit, before she got up and left the hillside, and patted the hound on the head - the guy didn't seem to have recovered from the fright: "No...... Let's go. ”

The second half of the sentence is, of course, addressed to the hounds.

The beagle was not so cheerful as he ran, and walked towards the front with some trepidation—Fitnay did not want to see Hermes, and Hermes remained motionless in the tree.

The boy watched as Fitney walked away, unable to make out his expression as the leaves obscured the light on his face.

Fitnay followed the hounds and finally returned to the sun-colored hut before the sun set, and to her surprise, Wicker was already standing in front of the hut - he looked like he was about to go out again, and stopped when he saw Fitnay - he was nervous for a moment, and then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Others may not be able to catch such expressions, but Fitney thinks this kind of thing is commonplace.

"Where have you been?" asked Wicker.

This level of concern was already very rare for the hunter in the woods, but Fitney was in a bad mood at the moment: "And what about you, Mr. Wicker, is it your habit to leave your companions in the forest?"

"You shouldn't keep up. Wicker clearly realized what Fitney had done, and frowned, and spoke with his arms crossed with a sternness.

"But didn't we say we'd investigate together?" Fitney had seen people who put more pressure on people, and she was not afraid of Wicker at all, especially when she knew that Wicker was actually kind-hearted, so she also said unscrupulously, "If you look down on me in the first place, why didn't you reject me in the first place?"

Wicker was speechless, unable to answer, and stood still staring at Fitney, as if trying to get her to stop.

But Fitney did not feel the need to give up the search for answers: "Wicker, don't you even have a single explanation? ”

It was impossible to reason with Fitney - though she did her best to keep herself silent and reserved while in the Wizdem family.

And Fitney guessed correctly, Wickel seemed to be a little sensitive to the word of valuing commitment, showing a little hesitation, but quickly chose to shut up again, and the two began to look at each other in silence again.

For a long time, Fitney saw that the expression on Wickel's face did not loosen, and he couldn't help but feel a headache, the advantages and disadvantages of getting along with such a person were very obvious - she would not have met such a person before, so there was nothing she could do at this time.

"You should go back, Miss Noble. After a while, as it was getting dark, Wicker finally spoke, but it was something that Fitney did not want to hear, "You are too weak for the forest to be for you." ”

"I've only been in the forest for a few days? After all, Fitney couldn't help but argue with Wickel about it, "Have you been able to kill prey since you were a child, and can you be a good hunter from birth?"

Wicker was stunned for a moment, and still stubbornly spoke: "But you are not suitable to live here......"

"That's not something you need to worry about...... Well, I know I'm in trouble," Fitnair glanced at the darkened sky indifferently, "and that's it, I'll get out of here to-morrow." ”

With that, she walked towards the cabin, unwilling to argue with Wicker about her whereabouts.

She did feel that it would be much easier for her to follow Wicker for the rest of her life, but she could also feel the difference that made her sad.

Wicker didn't speak, still standing with his arms crossed, but the light in his eyes dimmed a lot, not like regret, more like he was missing some emotion.

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Flames swept through the town.

It was a picture that he had "experienced" countless times, so even though he was panicked and frightened before, he repeated this image in his dreams every day, and after a long time, he was able to look at all this very peacefully, and even slowly look at everyone's face from these slow pictures.

Similar fear, incomprehension, anger, even if they had quarreled and had different moods before, but they were all the same at this time.

The striking resemblance occurs when it is least likely to be.

Step by step, he walked forward, looking for the figure he knew best—and he finally found "him" in a corner—a little boy, standing bewildered in the flames, holding in his hand an iron sword that was of no use and whose enemies were so invincible...... Raise your head, the pattern of the flames in the air.

It's an evil dragon - a dragon that no one can kill.

At this time, he was no longer afraid of the evil dragon, but he turned his head and looked at himself who was a hundred times more immature and pale, he looked very ridiculous, the armor hanging and the decorative sword in his hand that had not yet been bladed.

These images are the same every day, no matter how profound they are, they no longer give him too fresh feelings, but they remind him of another person in his dreams, that is, a girl, with extraordinary white blonde hair, and mediocre eyes that are actually full of perseverance, even if they are denied countless times...... Still holding that ridiculous iron sword, wielding ridiculous swordsmanship.

However, it is true that no one is born a hunter, a born wise man.

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Bang!

Wicker woke up, he heard a noise, and jerked over to push open the wooden door—and saw that there was chaos outside the cabin.

Toppled wooden frames, barking hounds, the sound of weapons being waved...... Wicker's gaze finally fell straight ahead—a teenage girl struggling in the hands of a knight in silver armor with a sneering expression - the first time Wicker had seen her look like this.

Before, even when she was in the most panic, there was pride in her eyes that could not be ignored, and that temperament made him sure that this girl was a nobleman at first sight.

But now there was only fear and despair in her eyes, as if it was because she was going to be taken away by the knights.

He suddenly felt some pain in his chest.

"What do you want to do?" said Wicker slowly.

"I'm not Miss Wizdem, didn't your lord tell you I was a fake?!" said Fitney—she was anxious for she saw the black finch coat of arms worn by the knights.

She thought that someone would come looking for her, but she didn't expect that the Duke of Wizdem would send knights to look for her, knowing that these guys who only serve for a few dozen days a year would not easily leave their territory, let alone come to the Aesop Forest, which was far away from the Duke of Wizdem's territory - for a moment, Phytenay felt that there was something wrong with the Duke of Wizdem's brain.

"But you do have the same face as her. The knight at the head held the knight's spear in one hand and Fittnay's hand with the other, "Even if it's a fake, it's a sneak out." ”

"The king promised me that I would settle me!" Fettnay protested.

"His order is for us to bring you back, whether it's fake or not. The knight said again.

Fitnair didn't want to argue with the knight anymore, and for the first time felt that eloquence was useless—but it was useless to struggle.

She didn't believe that Wicker would save her, considering that they had only had an argument yesterday, and he wished he had gotten out sooner.

"You let go!"

"It's impossible, miss. ”

"Let it go!"

"Take her away......"

……

"Enough. However, Wickel interrupted it all.

It was only then that the knights noticed that Wicker - knights were also nobles, although their titles were not necessarily high, but their eyes were often high when looking at commoners, no matter who the other party was, not to mention that they were still hunters in the woods, and they were worse than hillbillies in the woods without understanding them.

"This has nothing to do with you, we are ......very sorry for the damage caused by the orders of the Duke and the King of Towizdem," said the knight at the head, although it was an apologetic word, his tone was full of disdain for Wickel, besides, for them, the Duke of Wizdem was greater than the king, but this was not the point of the matter.

Wicker glanced at them, and stepped forward under the gaze of the heavily armed knights - the knights, who had not made any resistance, apparently despised Wicker's identity, and watched him walk up to one of the knights: "Let her go, she doesn't want to go back." ”

"What are you talking about...... the knight beside him couldn't help but say, but he was also surprised to find that Wicker had his hand gripping the knight's spear, and then, little by little, he crushed the knight's spear!

Even Fitney was stunned, she originally thought that Wickel was only slightly stronger than the others, but this was obviously a monster level.

"My name is Wickel Auston, go back and talk to your lord, and let her go," Wicker said, "and neither the forest nor I mind how many corpses there are in the forest. ”