The month of the trek, which is the first month of the Rose May. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whatever the plant, the edges of the leaves and flowers are dyed black, and at the end of the twenty-eight days of the month they will turn black and enter complete darkness - although the change of plants has only begun now, the sun will not rise again after the last day of the month of destiny.

It would be, completely, five months of darkness.

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Herulandot, the town closest to Aesop's Forest in the territory of Vittil, was at the same time a gathering place for half of the adventurers—the town had many taverns and equipment supply sites, and the blacksmiths were constantly listening to the sound of blacksmiths—and two of the three men on the road were adventurers, most of them cloaked in linen cloaks, and swords of various kinds pinned to their waists.

It is a place where the aristocratic realm meets the land of adventure, combining two different ways of life, and at the same time hiding the rigidity and heat that belong to the adventurer.

It was still raining - the only rainy month of May in Roses, and most of the time it was torrential rain - and there were no people on the streets, and the residents had either moved to relatives in the next village, closer to the heart of the territory, or had been living in basements since the month.

Even if the time of Rose May is dark every time, it is equivalent to the middle of the night in normal times, and there are only adventurers on the road, and even adventurers are few, except for one who is in a hurry to get here.

The raindrops fell on the polished stone pavement, on the wooden signs that cracked from the lines, on the adventurer's black cloak, and the rain slid down the cracks in the roof, into the pavement, and flowed downward, and all of them merged to form an earthy song in Hrulando—like a common musical instrument that prevailed in the territory of Vetir, where dozens of people struck wooden sticks on the front of the hardwood that characteristically depicted the lines.

Unfortunately, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the sound became more and more urgent, until the sound of rain was in my ears, splashing a layer of white fog on the ground.

The adventurer walked unhurriedly through Herulando, navigating his way, until he pushed open the somewhat dilapidated wooden door of a tavern in the side alley, which hung a sign painted with white mineral paint and a simple wolf's head.

Pushing open the wooden door, the heat and firelight ushered the adventurer into another world, warm and noisy.

Herulandot is a transit station and supply station, and there is no shortage of adventurers in normal times, in order to shelter from the rain and drink a cup of hot tea, even in the remote wolf's head tavern, there are people everywhere you can see - in the dim light, adventurers wear cloaks to chat and play cards, and some adventurers hang their wet cloaks on the wooden shelves by the door.

The front desk on one side was no different from other taverns, and the old man smoking a cigarette watched the adventurer walk in, shook the notched metal cigarette stick in his hand, and spat out a smoke ring unhurriedly.

The tavern maid held a wooden plate, handed bread and wine, and greeted the adventurers.

Seeing that there was no place to hang the cloak, the adventurer put on his wet cloak and walked inside, looking for an empty spot.

That is until he finds the only vacant spot in the corner.

There were four people seated, a woman, two men, and a ...... Child.

One of the handsome women looked more normal, and there were two left—one with a cloth over her eyes, the other with long lake-blue hair, and a white cloak that did not look like the outfit of an ordinary adventurer, and what was more interesting was the child, petite, who wrapped herself tightly in her cloak, revealing only a few strands of blonde hair.

"May I sit here?" he saw as two of the four looked at him as he approached, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed—the lower half of his face under the cloak was a grin.

"Absolutely. The woman spoke first, she seemed a little enthusiastic, and spoke to the adventurer as soon as he sat down, "Are you also the one who participated in the moon of the trek, and you are still in a hurry so late." ”

"Hey, Rose May is coming, what's the morning and evening. The adventurer took off his thick gloves, and even in the dim light, he could feel the calluses on his large hands—and he seemed to be an enthusiastic person to listen to the voice.

The woman sighed a little: "It's really, I wasn't in this area when Rose May used to be, I didn't expect it to be so interesting, what do you say, Hubert." ”

Hubert was not interested in the topic: "There is no feeling. ”

"I thought it was a lot of fun. The long-haired man of the lake blue said softly, and his tone was gentle—there were very few adventurers like him, and the fair-skinned ones, who could be said to be beautiful but would not identify themselves as women, and the adventurers often laughed at this "aristocratic appearance", but apparently he had no feelings for it, "How can we make peace in the kingdom in the dark days?" ”

"Magic shouldn't be used to assist a king or anything like that. Hubert retorted.

"Haha, maybe you like to challenge something great?" the woman ...... That is, Helis said with a smile when she opened her mouth to stop Hubert, who was dissatisfied.

The adventurers then realized that they might be magicians - the adventurers were somewhere between ordinary people and "rebels", and the nobles did not like them, not only because they would not stay in the land to cultivate well, but also because they were neutral to the faith, and most adventurers knew that these common magicians sometimes fell to their side because of profit.

Knowing that these were some commoner magicians who didn't like the nobility, the adventurer didn't react very excitedly, he just thanked the maid who brought bread and tea, and did not participate in their conversation.

"I mean to assist the king. The man with long blue hair said with a smile.

"Then you are not worthy to be a magician!" Hubert slapped the table angrily, got up and left his place, walking so quickly and quickly that he almost overturned the plate in the handmaiden's hand.

"Oh, be careful...... "The maid muttered, but someone quickly walked by—Helis chased after him, and almost hit the maid, but Helis still remembered to wave her hand and apologize to the maid.

The adventurer looked a little puzzled, grabbed a piece of bread, and gulped it down: "You young people are really interesting, you will turn your face when you say it." ”

"Maybe. The cloaked child spoke—surprisingly a quiet voice belonging to a little girl.

"In contrast, Arthur is very calm, and he is indeed the one who can become the king of England. The man with long blue hair said with a smile.

She's not King Arthur or King of England, she's just Fitney.

"I'm sorry, he's a bit of a delusion, he was hit in the head by a monkey in the forest last time. Fitney glanced at the adventurer, and replied very calmly.

She summoned the legendary Mentor of the King, King Arthur's Mentor, and the mighty magician Merlin, as if she had been transferred, but she didn't know if she didn't have magic herself, or if the magic of this world was thin enough to sustain this legendary existence—his memory and cognition were skewed.

Specifically, Fitney was treated as King Arthur.

"That's pathetic. The adventurer thought for a moment and agreed with the statement, "You have to go too...... Aesop Forest?"

An irritable adventurer who can't see, a little girl, and a magician with a delusion who has been hit in the head by a monkey - not to mention this adventurer, even Fitney sounds like a party to death.

"Theoretically, I live there. Fitney thought for a moment and said, "Thank you for your concern......

Fitnät did not like to deal with strangers, and was about to end the conversation politely when he heard a sudden sound of fighting in the distance - it sounded like the table had been overturned, and for a moment the adventurers suddenly fell silent.

"Hey, blind man, compensate me for something! you smashed it!" Fettnay frowned, and got up and walked over there—she had been keeping an eye on Hubert and Hayris, who were indeed at the point of the incident—and walked over to see the man with the scar on his face looking at Hubert viciously.

"I didn't know that adventurers could only make money from this kind of trick, don't force me to make you lose face. Hubert happened to be at the center of the matter, and his voice was almost cold as he stood in front of the vicious adventurer.

Fitney walked towards the people and looked at the whisperers, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

"Hey, what's going on here?" was when Fitney finally made up his mind to ask, and the caped adventurer who was sitting next to them was already the first to speak.

"Uh...... The blind man didn't look at the road and smashed the adventurer's golden pocket watch. The questioned adventurer said.

It sounded like a nonsense - gold was not an ordinary metal, it was extremely precious in this world, and she didn't believe that an adventurer would own a pocket watch made of gold.

But she soon realizes that this is a complete scam - looking at the other adventurers, they seem to be accustomed to it.

It's really hard to do—Fitnair looked at Hubert and felt powerless—since Merlin defeated Morton yesterday, they had come to Herulando, which was a supply station, and from that time on, Hubert's temper had become very strange, irritable, and ...... Fitney thinks it's a bit naïve.

"You ......" Helis was not a fool, she could see what the adventurer was trying to do, and said with a frown.

"Hey, stop," but the others preempted him—the caped adventurer's voice was loud, "It's not a good thing to deceive people, let alone treat a young adventurer." ”

"I'm not lying! What are you, be nosy!" said the adventurer, taking a sharp step forward—the caped adventurer took a step back, avoiding his attack, only to be grabbed by the adventurer's accomplice.

The cloak was torn off, but he didn't stop, but kicked backwards on the knee of the adventurer, pulled his cloak back, and then threw the man out very unceremoniously!

The adventurers watched this scene in amazement, and Fitney was the most surprised, just because ......

"Wicker?!" the adventurer who had the hood on his hat looked exactly like Wicker.