"That's so delightful!" Elliott's eyes fell on the girl, and for a moment he paused, then he grinned, walked over to her, and sat down across from her, "I've found someone who wants to hear me babble about these things!" But I've never seen you before—it's strange, I've never seen such a pretty girl—so let me introduce myself, my name is Elliott. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The maiden understood that this was only a compliment, for though she had admirable blue-purple eyes, her emaciated pale face was far from the beauty that one thought she should be.

"My name is Fitney." But Fitney did not debunk this frustrating "politeness" and said slowly.

"Well, then, Fitney—you want to know Winchet's grave, I'll be happy to tell you, but where should I start with you? Was it a clue I found in the literature, or something I came across by chance? Elliott said, as if he really wanted to talk to Fitney about his experience—but listening to him, it always seemed like he would talk for three days and three nights.

"Literature? Which literature? Fitney looked a little cautious.

"Origin of Magic, of course! I don't know if you've read that copy of "The Code of Magical Origins"? It's what inspires me! I think it really contains a clue to Winchett's graveyard - and as I expected, I found it thanks to this book! Elliott was pleased.

He's very good at dealing with this kind of person.

"Winchet's cemetery...... I've heard that the more famous things are, the more dangers come with them. ”

Winchet? Legrend, one of the most important magicians in history, is considered to be the most accomplished, though not the first to attempt to discover the origin of magic - and some believe that he did find the answer to the origin of magic, and in the last chapter of his book The Origin of Magic he says that he will record this great secret in his graveyard, which also contains the treasures of his life's work.

Treasure is what these adventurers care about.

"Of course, every adventurer of the Legrande family wants to find his grave - even those of his own family are so harsh, this is certainly a dangerous place!"

"So how did you find it?"

"By mistake - it was also a heavy rainy day like this, and I was in the forest looking for information that my employer had asked me to inquire about - ah, I would like to explain first of all, it is not convenient to find information on a rainy day, and the rain can make people very heavy. So I started looking for shelter from the rain, but when I found shelter, I encountered a giant bear in a cave! ”

"Then you're miserable." Fitney's eyes flickered, as if moved by what he had said.

"Ahem, I thought I could scare you - the bear was actually dead, and I noticed that its wound was very strange, so I wanted to go into the cave to see - I realized that the bear seemed to have opened the whole hole, but the hole was still very difficult......"

"Did you really find Winchet's grave?"

"That's right! It's in that cave! ”

"How can you be sure it's Winchett's graveyard? Could it be the famous Winchet? Does Legrande still have his name written on the door of the cemetery? ”

"Hahaha, that's an interesting idea. I wasn't sure at first, but there was a huge platform in the ground, and it was round, with patterns on the edges, and I didn't look closely at what it was, except that it was very different from the rest - there was a statue on the platform that was at least ten feet high, and I had not seen it clearly with a torch, but when I saw it, I realized that it moved! ”

"Will it move?"

"Yes, I'm scared when I think about it now—it guards the gate behind it, and it shouts Winchett's name—I was sure it was Winchett's graveyard at that time, and as my body shook, my torch slammed into the ground, and the flames lit up the skeletons on the ground! Those people are dead here! I saw that the statue of the Guardian was about to attack me, and I tried to dodge, but my body felt like it was filled with lead! ”

"So how did you survive? Know that you look very healthy right now. ”

"It depended on my ingenuity, of course - I consumed a scroll before I reluctantly retreated, and I almost thought I wouldn't be able to get back - like the skeletons around the statues."

"It's thrilling."

"That's right, it's really thrilling, I think it's terrible when I think about it now!"

"Looks like you don't want to go there again." Listening to Elliott's emotion, Fitnair placed his hand on the table—the pale, slender hand, fingers slowly clasping the old wooden table, and his voice was steady, "I'm curious—do you have any other plans?" ”

Elliott was stunned for a moment, and then showed a very surprised expression: "What? Where are you going? I'm going to suspect that you're a noble lady - always looking for something that you think has nothing to do with life - don't you hear how dangerous it is? ”

Fitney frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?" I just think it's a little interesting - well, so be it, since you're not interested in it anymore, there's no need for me to talk to you about it. ”

"Aren't you really a noble lady?" Elliott smiled, which made Fitney frown again—a fleeting expression that Elliott had captured.

"This is Herulando, and the nobles don't like this place." Fitnair said, and then she stood up, pulled her hood down a bit, and stopped looking at Elliott, but walked out the door.

With a playful smile on his face, Elliot watched as the thin girl left the tavern - and when he turned his head to the window, he could see a tall man coming out of the corner and holding up an umbrella for her, even though half of his shoulders were wet.

"Hi, Brugg." Elliott saw the adventurer who had just played with him passing by, and couldn't help but wave at him.

"What's wrong? Aren't you already gone! Brugg walked towards him.

"Have you been short of money lately?" Elliott gave him a big smile.

"Of course! When I'm not short of money - damn it, don't mention it, you've had a lot of luck tonight! ”

"We're all friends, I have a great idea now, we can make a fortune!"