Ingrid's little village outside of Hurrington, like many villages known to Fettnay, was at the edge of the woods, in other words a small grove of trees all around, and the most important thing was the endless, neatly divided fields, and farther away were the hills that were not very undulating. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking back, the village was mostly self-sufficient, occasionally needing to travel to Herrington to exchange for some groceries - with its annual crops. Although the chaffrins were chaotic, that did not mean that they did not have to pay taxes, on the contrary, there was a lot of confusion of taxes here - the exact nature of which should be discussed by the politicians, not the focus of this time, which is because the people here are more or less affected by this confusion, and their faces look covered with a layer of sorrow.

Fitnair jumped out of the carriage and walked with Ingrid on an inconvenient dirt road, which was troublesome on a sunny day when the dust rolled up on the ground, and muddy on a rainy day.

"Rose May is coming, you know—people are moving to the basement. "Ingrid leads the way.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fitney glanced to the side, the rustic wooden houses were the most basic of the architecture in this kingdom, and there were really no people—the few passers-by would only see Ingrid and walk with their heads bowed.

"Don't they like you. Fitney said bluntly.

"Because I used to run away from home - they thought I was going to live on bandits. Ingrid said.

"They don't know you went to Starlight University?"

"That's what I said, but they all took the school as a legend and thought it was my excuse. There was a thick tiredness in Ingrid's voice.

It sounds like the atmosphere in the village is good, for it has reached such a chaotic situation that it is still necessary to separate itself from the robbers - but they did not drive Ingrid, I don't know if it was because of the love they once had, or if they were about to give up their adherence to tradition.

Soon they reached their destination, where Ingrid's house was no different from any other wooden house, and in the corner of the village, the broken fence at the entrance made it look dilapidated—it seemed that the men who had come to take Ingrid's father had broken it, and had not yet had time to repair it.

"Sister!" said Ingrid, who had just led Fitney to the door, when the wooden door was already open, and it seemed that someone had been watching the people who were approaching it through the dusty window—Fitney saw that it was a little boy, no more than knee-high as Ingrid, with freckles on his face, but with a voice as crisp as a bird.

"Barrett, my brother. Ingrid subconsciously hugged him, and then took the opportunity to tell Fitney his name, "There is also a mother and an older brother in the family, and my brother's name is Aubrey. He is the hope of our whole family. ”

Fitney nodded, there is such a father who is an alcoholic and likes to gamble, if there is no support from a young man, the family is afraid that they will not be able to wait for Ingrid to come back.

"Sister, you're finally back!" Barrett saw his sister ignore him and go to talk to the others, and tried to regain her gaze - and at the same time he subconsciously shrank his body - Fitney's black dress was like one of those who came to the house and brought disaster to the family.

"Barrett, how are you ...... Ingrid: You're back—is this?" came out of the room a young man with short flaxen hair, a stout figure, and a melancholy on his young face, evidently caused by a long period of sorrow, and when he saw Fitney, he subconsciously and with a hint of alarm in his tone.

"She's my friend, Fitney Freyton, and she's coming to Hurrington on an errand...... I invited her to come. "Ingrid introduces Fettnay to his own brothers.

Fitney actually asked for it himself.

"We have nothing to entertain, and we're so sorry for the guests - Barrett, go sleep with your sister tonight. Aubrey walked over and took the basket from Ingrid's hand, his tone slightly relaxed and a little ashamed, and he introduced himself to Fitney: "I'm Aubrey Lillai. ”

Fitney shook hands with him.

"Is Mr. Aubrey good at using weapons?" said Fitney.

Aubrey was stunned for a moment, and his hand quickly withdrew.

"Brother, what did you do?" but this alarmed Ingrid—she was already vulnerable, and it was not a good thing for her to hear such unusual things.

"There's no such thing. Aubrey denied it, but he was held by his sister's palm - but Ingrid didn't have the ability of Fitney to do anything.

"I'm talking nonsense - I beg your pardon. It wasn't until Fitney denied this that Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief, comforted his somewhat angry brother Barrit, and invited Fitney into the house.

Ingrid was in front, Aubrey was at the back, and Fitney walked into the room with a calm step—all of which Aubrey saw deeply.

The furnishings of the room were simple, the utensils were even crude—Fitney had heard a cough as soon as he entered the door—and came from the corner room, apparently Ingrid's mother.

"Are there any guests coming...... Ahem...... I'm sorry I couldn't treat you well...... Ahem...... "Soon Ingrid's mother's voice came out of the room, and it added a haze to the poorly lit room.

None of them mentioned the head of the family, and the fact that Ingrid's father had been taken away - Fitney felt that it was because Aubrey did not want to talk about it in front of outsiders - Aubrey had a lot of say here.

Entering the house, there was a simple meal—just coarse toast and some greens salad, in small portions, but Fitney thought it was just right. During her time in Aesop's Forest, she developed some unhealthy but hard-to-change habits to eat.

"Lornay...... I ......" Perhaps Ingrid couldn't stand the atmosphere of the moment, and she looked at Fitney, who in her eyes had always been omnipotent.

She really didn't know why Fitney would help her, but she felt that only Phytenay could help her at this point - and she was inexplicably confident.

"What do you want to say?" said Fitney.

Sitting at the table, Barrry, who had finally gotten rid of his fear of Fitney, looked at Fitney with some curiosity, as did Aubrey, but his eyes were not all curiosity, more worry.

His sister had returned, but said she had come back from a place they had thought could not exist - and now she had brought back an unidentified girl.

"I ......" Ingrid was a little discouraged.

She's made herself like this, and who is there to ask someone else? That's too much.