In Aesop's Forest, there is a small village in the territory of the Duchy of Ansendir - the Duchy of Ansendir is much smaller than one might think, and most of them are scattered around the city, with the exception of Cartman, the city on the lake, which is scattered in different places, and even has no name. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a village that could only be walked from one end to the other in five minutes, and was situated beside a river that flowed from Carmante - they did not want to go to their relatives in the city in the month of Rose May, and continued to live in the village.

They had nowhere else to go but here, and Carmante never welcomed evacuees, perhaps because it was crowded enough.

At this time there was a visitor—he was not tall, he wore a thick cloak, and he was dusty.

This familiar face belongs to Elliott.

Elliott looked at the village with some emotion - the people of the Duchy of Ansendir were often ridiculed as countrymen by the people of the Kingdom of Luther, but the courage to live in the forest of Rose May was something that few adventurers possessed.

Perhaps the people of the Duchy of Ansendir have a disregard for death.

Elliot tread on the dirt road, and the houses on either side were generally built taller - the people were dressed no different from those of Carmantri, all covered in thick fur, and they did not say anything about Elliot's arrival, and went about their business.

Elliot didn't say anything either, and he made his way to the end of the village.

At the end there was a building that was no different from the other houses - but on one side of the house there was an additional place for the smelting of iron - it was a blacksmith's house.

The blacksmith wasn't working, and Elliott could only see the tools scattered on the ground - the heavy hammer was obviously not something anyone could hold.

"Hey, is Mr. Raymond there?" Elliott glanced at the house and casually asked a passer-by.

"He, he didn't work all of Rose May. The passerby replied casually.

"Oh, doesn't it work, isn't Rose May the most in need of a blacksmith?" said Elliot, a little surprised.

"This is his rule, whoever doesn't listen to him won't help anyone - Rose May would work harder, why do you need something he wants? If it doesn't work, we will look for him a few more times before Rose May, anyway, he won't refuse to come before Rose May. ”

Elliott nodded, "Okay, thank you very much." ”

When the passer-by saw that Elliot was going on his way to Raymond the blacksmith, he said, "He has a very bad temper after drinking—you have to be careful." ”

"Why do you say that, is he amazing?" asked Elliot again.

"Of course - he was able to return safely alone against a pack of wolves, with only a few minor injuries, as we can see. The passerby's words surprised Elliott a little.

But Elliot still had to visit Raymond - and the passers-by stopped trying to persuade him - it had nothing to do with him.

Elliott deeply felt the "customs" of the people of the Duchy of Ansendil, and after laughing it off, he slowly stepped on the stairs, and before he could open the door, he heard a roar from inside the room: "Get out!

A grumpy old man.

That was Elliott's first thought—the voice was loud, but he knew it was an old man, not too young.

It seems that the legend of a man facing a pack of wolves is true, right?

"I'm here to deliver the letter—Your Excellency Raymond of Iron. After thinking about it, Elliott spoke towards the house—he was confident that Raymond would be able to hear what he was saying.

Elliott imagined that Raymond was brewing an even more spectacular roar, but he was suddenly deflated and fell into silence - and there really was no sound from the house.

"Who are you?!" Raymond spoke again, his volume already normal, but his tone was full of impatience.

"My name is Elliot Arberg. Elliott said.

There was silence again—Elliott heard a voice a while later, but to his surprise, someone opened the door—it was a naked man.

If Fitney hadn't told Elliott that Raymond was indeed a member of Fresen's generation, Elliott would have thought that Raymond was just a young man, with explosive muscles, a flushed complexion, and only the fact that his hair and beard were snow-white to give a sense of his age.

"The Arbergs—did that old Fresson thing get you here?" Raymond looked at him, his eyes sharp—but only one eye, one of which the blacksmith had closed tightly, and a visible scar on his eyelid.

It's undeniable that this is a tough guy.

"So to speak. Elliott thought for a moment.

"Don't sell me a—I told you I only gave Fresson face, and if he asked you to come, I think he told you about it. Raymond looked at him coldly, "If he hadn't sent it, I would only give you this one chance to tell your purpose, otherwise you wouldn't want to leave here alive after disturbing me for the second time!"

"I'm here to deliver a letter!" Elliott shivered as he looked at his fierce eyes, and then honestly took a letter out of his pocket.

Raymond took two steps forward, grabbed the letter in his hand, rudely tore open the envelope, and began to read it.

Elliott certainly didn't know what the letter said, how could he have known how the strange aristocratic girl had arranged these things, but he could tell from Raymond's words that Fitney seemed to have some connection with Fresson—which was surprising.

What does a nobleman of the Kingdom of Luther have to do with Fresson, who is the leader of the plebeian magicians?

Raymond's expression on the letter was wonderful—at least in Elliott's opinion.

Raymond's expression was first shocked, then angry, and at that time the letter was about to be crushed by him, but then the expression on his face changed to doubt, but after the doubt became weaker and weaker, he actually laughed.

The sound of hearty laughter echoed through the village, like the shout he had just shouted as he had just expelled Elliot from inside the door.

At this point, Elliott was confused.

"It's an interesting idea to dare to put forward such a condition. Raymond said, "Who are you serving now? Tell me!"

"Her name is Evan Freton......" Elliott subconsciously.

"Oh—I remember the name, tell her, I'll do as she says, and hope she doesn't disappoint me. ”

Elliott looked at Raymond, a little unsure of what was going on.