A deep voice sounded in the forest, and Fitney inexplicably felt that this voice was more stressful for her than the boar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fitnair took two steps back, a sharp ache and weakness that made little difference in her steps—she looked down helplessly, as if to watch herself start, but fixed her gaze as she glanced at the boar.

The boar moves, it's alive!

Fitney secretly screamed "damn it" in her heart, but she knew very well - she had never studied any wild boar carefully, and it was the first time she had seen what it looked like, how a small dagger could make it look like it had lost its mind and simply fall!

But even if he knew all this, he was still lucky to think that the wild boar must be dead.

She's still too naïve.

Thinking of this, Fitnair was inexplicably unwilling to fall like this, and she desperately pulled her body to the side, even if she couldn't regain her sword to avoid the boar's attack.

The boar suddenly sprang up at a speed that Fitney had heard only a long time ago when Anna had read her bedtime story - Anna's bedtime story that the most favored humans of the goddess Elletia would gain great power, and that the arrows they shot could catch up with anything.

She was still laughing in her heart at the time, marking that the fastest speed is often the most worthless, who knows......

At this time, the wild boar used the fastest speed that she would never think she could feel......

Fitnair looked up, her body not listening, and could only stubbornly watch the boar pounce - the wind was so strong and overwhelming that she only felt the danger, but in fact there was nothing she could do.

God knows why she could still think of bedtime stories at this time? Fitney felt sorry for herself, even though all she had left in her head was the arrow from the bedtime story.

An arrow that can catch up with everything...... The ...... who can catch up with everything Arrow.

Fettnay's eyes widened, staring vacantly at everything in front of him—the boar fell to the ground without warning, at a distance from himself...... Maybe it's "close at hand".

The boar fell to one side—Fitney's eyes were still looking straight ahead—perhaps too much of a shock.

She saw a man with a bow—tall and dressed in leather armor, like the heavily armed people Fitnair had seen in books, but an "adventurer" different from the "knight", with a weathered face and features like a knife—holding a wooden bow in his hand, in the posture of having just finished shooting an arrow.

Fitnair stared at him for several seconds before she came to her senses, and then she turned her head blankly to see an arrow on the boar lying on the ground.

He shot the arrow, and caught up with the boar that was about to kill her.

Saved her.

"Are you a noble?" the man did not speak of the arrow, but slowly put the bow away—though it was an inquiry, but his deep voice was full of affirmation.

Did he see so many nobles?, Fitnair did not know how to answer, but she could not speak—the fright had exhausted all her strength, and the picture in her eyes had gradually turned into darkness......

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When she awoke, she found herself lying on a fur-covered bed, certainly not as well as the carefully laid bed of the Wizdem house, but surprisingly comfortable compared to the nights before.

Her head didn't hurt very much, but the feeling of weakness was still there, and she slowly sat up from the bed, shaking her head, trying to change her hand to support herself.

"You still have a wound on your hand. Until a voice reminded me.

Fettnay was a little more sober, and she looked up at the man who had entered the room—and then remembered what had happened in the forest, and by the way saw what the place was—just an ordinary wooden house, with quaint and rough walls made of logs, and no ostentatious decoration.

"Thank you. Fitney said, glancing at the bandaged wound.

She knew how to speak to different nobles, but she was ...... Fitney didn't know what to say.

"When will your knights come to you," said the man, "or you have something on you that will allow them to find you, the nobles' gadgets - you need to get out of here." ”

"No one will come to me, and I won't ......reply," Fitney blurted out in surprise, realizing that he was revealing himself and hurriedly changing his words, "I'm not a nobleman." ”

The man didn't speak, but Fitnet felt that he was too lazy to debunk it, and only continued: "Don't play your nobles' little game, don't forget that you almost became food in the mouth of the wild boar—haven't you learned your lesson yet?" ”

Fitney grabbed the quilt and said urgently, "No, I'm just inexperienced......"

"Then you're wiser than many hunters. The man said.

Fitnair had nothing to say, and according to what had happened before, instead of gaining experience, she would become the prey of a wild boar.

But she had no other choice - how could she make the choices she had made a joke?

"Prepare to leave, I hope I don't see you again when I get back. As he spoke, the man was about to go outside—he obviously did not like to talk, and it might be a miracle that he was willing to say these things to Fitney at this time.

"Wait, sir!" but Fitnair didn't think it was a good thing, "if you want to drive me away, I'm going to find a way to repay you, right?Why did the wild boars in Aesop's forest go berserk, it must be someone throwing potions? Don't you think it's weird? If you become a hunter, you're not very familiar with magic, right? I can help!"

Whether it was an aristocratic education or not, Fitney felt ashamed of this way of selling and boasting, but she had to do it.

Fitnair looked at the man's paused back, and thought to God, she had never thought that she did not believe in Ellentia, especially after the awakening ceremony, she had a deep understanding of the imaginary goddess, but at this time she had to believe that prayer had the glory of the so-called goddess.

"Did you know that the boar's madness had something to do with potions?" the man said.

Thank God.

Fettnay cheered silently in his heart, knowing that as long as the other party did not insist on driving him away, he would have a chance to stay with this man who knew the forest - especially since he was obviously still the one who lived in the forest.

"Of course, I also know the general recipe...... Maybe I can help you find the real culprit...... The presence of such wild boars in the forest must have a great impact on your life!" said Fitney happily.

People are always so strange, even if they have vowed to live hard alone, they can't help but try their best when they think of who they can get help from.

"I've studied swordsmanship, and I think I can help you deal with some enemies!" said Fitney as he saw some hesitation on the hunter's side face as he turned around.

"You don't need your three-legged cat swordsmanship. The hunter unceremoniously denied Fitney's swordsmanship, "You must return to your manor after finding out who made the boar mad, Miss Noble." ”

After receiving this brief recognition, Fitney breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became a little lighter: "I'm not a noble lady, my name is Fitney, Fatney...... Freton. ”

"Wicker. Wicker said, and walked out without looking back.

This time Fettnay was not afraid that he would let him go before he returned, so she lay down relaxed, and put her hand on her chest, only to feel her heart beating violently—she did not expect to be so thrilling to talk to someone who was not a nobleman.

Of course, it may be that she is thinking too much.

"Yo, miss, you've found a good home. Then the voice that made Fitnair feel familiar sounded - Hermes did not know when he appeared by the window, the window only symbolically opened an opening, and he sat on the edge, "Alas, there is not even a good window in such a hunter's house, why is it necessary?"

"Hermes. Fitney felt himself gritting his teeth, "Shouldn't you explain what you've done?"

Hermes didn't care very much, he looked at Fitney: "Oh, aren't you taking advantage of me, we don't owe each other." ”

"But you're the summoner, Hermes," Hermes seemed to admit in disguise that he was the culprit behind the boar's madness, which made Fitney's tone become serious, knowing that she was almost killed by the boars, "You'd better understand who you are." ”

Hermes didn't care: "Miss Fitney, you are not the eldest lady of the Wyzdem family now, and this tone is not cute at all. ”

Fitnair tried to scold him, but suddenly she froze.

It does seem that she is still using her aristocratic identity to see everything around her - sometimes she thinks that she is a long-lived person with different memories than others, but when she leaves the palace as Fitney, she comforts herself that she does not want to be with these stubborn people from another world......

"There's no one to take care of in this place, and if you don't shake it, someone will show up in front of you, a personal maid who will change your clothes, and there won't be a mother who worries about you everywhere, or the etiquette that makes you familiar?" Hermes shook his head, "Maybe that Wicker is right, maybe you should have gone back earlier?"

Fitnair took a deep breath and decided not to mess with Hermes, but she seemed to be a little frustrated and shrouded in the covers, unwilling to face the fact.

Hermes watched as Fitnair ignored him, his eyes unclear in the dim light, and finally he sighed, stood up and jumped out of the room, his tone full of helplessness: "But no matter what happens, I still have to help you, my young lady." ”