The rooms used for resting in the Wolf's Head Tavern are located on the second floor, and the wooden floor on the second floor is aged, on which you can hear the remnants of time, and the beds in the room can be seen through the dusty thick glass on the windows. www.biquge.info The rain had been falling for a long time, and it hadn't stopped, and the sound of the rain leaked from outside into the room, crashing into the eyes of the tall adventurer who was leaning against the window and looking outside.

His countenance looked vicissitudes.

"The situation in Aesop's Forest has been complicated lately - the black fog has polluted the wild boars, but the source is not available for the time being. Fresson sat at a round wooden table in the middle of the room, his voice calmly describing what seemed troublesome.

"Wild boar, the Black Mist has increased in strength this year?" Wicker knocked on the window.

"Yes, my research has not progressed much, and the Black Mist has not been seen since the Elemental Moon ((1)) this year...... Theoretically, it won't be too strong this year. Fresson said.

"What did Wellronton say? There is too much black fog for them to explain--The Holy See should already be preparing to organize a purge, right? If we don't give a reasonable result this year, I'm afraid that their arrogance will be even more arrogant. Wicker said with a mocking tone, "There are also the Holy See who do nothing, but they don't need to bear the nameless wrath. ”

Fressen held the staff in his hand, and there was a hint of helplessness in his expression: "There is no way to do this-although there is always a way to explain, the matter will never be solved." ”

"I remember you've made a lot of progress in your research—are you going to bring your students with you this time?" said Wicker with a second thought.

"I am old, Wicker," Frisen's words filled with deep sorrow, "but without my starlight we cannot stand still, or we will never be able to fulfill our common aspirations." ”

Meaning, he wants someone to inherit him, or at least, he wants someone to exercise.

"If you wish, then give it a try...... Hopefully some good progress will be made. Wicker did not try to comfort Fresson, but turned to a girl who was sleeping with her back to them—Fitnair had gone to bed early, and the whole time she had made no sound, giving the impression that she had slept soundly.

In fact, on the side they couldn't see, Fitney's eyes were open, and his eyes were full of thought.

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When the rain stopped, it was "dawn" - the clock hanging in the tavern pointed the time to the morning.

"Early. When Wicker came downstairs to help bring breakfast up, Fitney was already sitting at the window, she was not cloaked, her white blonde hair was hanging down, her thin body gave the impression that she had been malnourished for a long time, and her face was very pale, and Wicker greeted her.

"Good morning, Mr. Oster. Fitney said slowly.

"You're so kind, just call me Wicker. Wicker seemed embarrassed to receive such an honorific title, but perhaps more because he was not used to it.

Fitney knew in her heart that adventurers didn't like to accept honorific titles in the noble sense - but she pretended not to pay attention, because she couldn't accept that a person had the same name as her other friend, but she couldn't change the situation, and after thinking about it, she compromised: "Okay, Wicker." ”

Then there was no conversation between the two men, and Fitnair went to the table and sat down, and took up the bread that Wicker had placed on the table, which was as hard as stone, apparently made of inferior and uncarefully strained wheat, and a crushed stone that would bite into the bread if he was not careful—Fitnair picked up one of them, frowned, and finally broke them into small pieces with great difficulty, and ate them one bite at a time with cold water.

"Os...... Will you tell me what Willongton is?" Fitney ate slowly, and seeing that Wicker across from him was about to finish his bread, he asked, "There are no adventurers in the place where I live, so I haven't heard of any of these things." ”

"I see," said Wicker who readily accepted Fitney's explanation, "Wellronton was the 'original' brave man who cut through the canopy of heaven with his holy sword and awakened the light, and later he created a Hall of Valians, which we call Willonton, where adventurers with a certain level of seniority can receive some dispensable praise. ”

The original brave man was named Willronton...... This is not in line with what Fitney knows.

[Originally, the holy Erentia sent the messenger of the gods, Emore, to throw the divine spear from heaven that pierced through evil, so that the heavens and the earth were lit up, and evil retreated in the corner, and this day was a new day. 】

Fitnair did not believe in Erentia, but the nobles were all fanatics of her, and they knew the Divine Word by heart, and that was the first of the gods, the Divine Beginning, and among those who believed in Erentia, it was Emory and not Wellronton who was the pioneer.

No wonder she hadn't heard of Willonton's name.

"And where's Willonton?" asked Fitney, without mentioning Emore.

"At the meeting place. Wicker's interpretation is ambiguous.

What is a meeting place, and what kind of place is considered a meeting place? Perhaps there is no clear location for the Willundon itself.

Fitnair didn't speak, and she finally decided that Willonton might be about the same as Irontia, some kind of faith, the faith of the adventurers—in other words, Wickel who could be called Willonton, and Wicker certainly had no low status among adventurers.

"Where have they gone?" Fitney decided to change the subject.

When she woke up, Helice, Hubert, and Fresson were all gone.

"Go and prepare the tools for the magicians, you know, there are always a lot of tools for the magicians - always be careful in the forest. Wicker said, having finished his bread and stood up.

Fitney stopped talking, saying that he could not find a topic, but that there was no longer anything that could be answered.

"This is for you," Fitney said when she had finally finished her last bite of bread, when she suddenly saw something flying towards her, and she caught it quickly—it was a dagger that was no longer than half her arm's length, and the watery blade was etched with a dogflower, reflecting Fitney's somewhat astonished eyes, "It seems that you don't have a weapon that you are very comfortable with." ”

It is a very interesting flower, symbolizing the courage and hope of women, and it also has the meaning of rebellion.

"Thank you very much, but don't you think I'm not where I'm coming from?" and it wasn't clear if Wicker had ever doubted herself—though Fitney thought the answer was yes, and she was not fluent in her dagger movements, but she was very skillful.

"None of the adventurers have any origins. "Why did you come to Herrulando?"

"Someone tried to kill me, and Helis and Hubert helped me, and they wanted to come here to wait for their teacher, so I came with them. Fitney chose something less important and said.

"Looks like we'll have to keep an eye out for your killers. Wicker said, but in his tone he didn't think it was a problem, he simply thought that there was something to be done more.

If there's any overlap between him and Wicker who Fitney knows, it's probably the kind of "hospitality" that people can't explain, they don't know each other but say they want to help each other.

"He won't come back anytime soon. Fitney thought of the picture and was not very worried.

So the two fell into silence again, but this silence did not make people feel embarrassed because they had no topic, but made Fitney feel quite comfortable.

It wasn't long before the three magicians were back at the tavern, and by this time Fitnair had packed up and strapped their belongings and headed towards Aesop's Forest—Fitnair pulled down the hood of his cloak a little, and in the darkness the people hurried along the waterlogged ground, splashing one after another.

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"The most worrying thing about the days of Rose May is the darkness, in the dark environment many of the plants in the forest are inedible, the animals become worried, and the danger is further increased. Soon they were out into the forest, and a soft light lit up the top of the staff in front of Fresson, illuminating their path, "We are afraid of the darkness for a reason. ”

Fitnair didn't know where they were going—she didn't have a destination to choose from, so they didn't go in a hurry, and even had some taste of walking.

Returning to the forest from the town, it was here that made her feel comfortable.

"What's that?" Suddenly they heard a rustling sound in the grass, and then a figure scurried by, revealing only brownish fur in their sight—Helis asked in surprise.

"The Aguirre lynx, a hateful animal that does not want to be enemies of humans, because its fangs look very aggressive. Fitney said casually.

Darwin's research had given her a great deal of knowledge about the flora and fauna, so it was a very easy thing for her, and she didn't notice the surprise in their eyes.

"Do you want to keep going, there is a swamp ahead, and rain will make it very dangerous, or at least difficult to walk. As he walked, Fitney suddenly stopped.

Her eyes were fixed on the plants that appeared in front of her—though she was used to the conditions she encountered in the forest, the swamp was the most troublesome to her except for the ferocious beasts.

Wet and muddy probably not much anyone likes.

"Great forest hunter, but we're going here now," Fresson complimented, "don't worry, we have magicians." ”

(1) The month setting of the kingdom of Luther: these thirteen months are the month of awakening, the month of budding, the month of blessing, the month of elements, the month of praise, the month of empress, the month of wisdom, the month of fate, the month of trekking, the month of birth, the month of fog, the month of progress, and the month of the world; the thirteen months are divided into the early month, the noon moon and the evening month, of which the early month and the late moon are thirteen days, and the noon moon is two days (the noon moon of the month of praise has three days) The whole year is 13×2×13+2×13+1=365 days