The deeds of the brave are often accompanied by psalms and are celebrated by the bards - the stories of the brave are sometimes more familiar than myths, and even the nobles sometimes tell the stories of the brave to future generations as a lesson in teaching certain virtues. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But where did the brave men who wore armor etched with emblems of bravery and hope and held golden swords come from?

The answer is, adventurers.

It was the opposite of the brave - they were the people who would hunt the wild beasts of the forest and gather precious materials in exchange for payment, and the common people would take up arms and go into the forest when they could not cultivate the land for various reasons - and even the poorest would think of this occupation as unstable and insecure.

The noble aristocracy would even consider the thieves and adventurers of the forest to be the same kind of people.

Even though there are stories of brave men, the transformation from adventurer to brave man is like a person who cannot use magic to transform into the goddess Arendia, the god of creation.

The brave are celebrated, and the adventurers are despised as well.

This was the case with Fitney's childhood education, when they told her that adventurers were dangerous and disgusting, and that she was in the midst of them - even if she was mentally prepared, she found it a little incredible.

Champagne Tavern—Fitné made her a journey north from Wicker's hut, and the necklace given by Myerson was magically guided to a great beech tree—the nearby beech, which was already spectacular for about ten people to huddle, but which was unique among them—and which the adventurer used to build a treehouse.

A winding staircase was carved out from the thick trunk that led to the doorway of the treehouse - at first glance it was a wooden door of ordinary design, not even a design to speak of, but when the door was pushed open, there was a hole in the sky - a wide inner room, with a counter with beer barrels as a background on one side, and a long table on the other, and at the center was a fire that crackled so loudly that at least Fitnet did not know how it did it in this treehouse.

In the aristocratic world that Fitney knew, she might never see a "humble" adventurer in her life, but here there are only adventurers.

They wore rough clothing, mostly armor made from the skins of animals that could be easily hunted, and each had their own way of dressing, not changing whether they ordered a beer in the tavern, sat by the fire and listened to the bards sing, or sat at a long table with friends to play cards and gamble.

When Fitnay arrived, she wore a cloak that had been trimmed by herself, and the hood was still large for her, and she had to pull it up slightly when she walked to the front desk.

"Look, who is this? A dwarf? Fitnair carefully tried to submerge herself into the darkness, but the charcoal fire still reflected her exposed skin red—and she walked to the front desk, where a male adventurer leaning on the front desk was joking, and as she spoke, she put her arm around the waist of her female companion.

With her vulgar words and frivolous behavior, Fitney felt that if she was just a pure nobleman, then she probably wouldn't be able to stay here for a second.

"What do you need?" The owner of the front desk was a very honest man, though his tall figure and hard muscles made him seem more like an outlaw - he asked as he looked at Fitney.

Ignoring the risk-taker who disgusted her, Fitney turned to the boss and said, "I want to find Myerson. ”

Even though Fitney deliberately lowered her voice, she couldn't hide her immature voice, and when she felt the gaze around her, she tilted her head slightly, and for a moment she glanced at the expressions of several adventurers—it was not surprising that the mood of surprise would appear, but it didn't seem to be as surprised as she imagined.

Is it true that among the adventurers, children are also very good?

"Looks like what Myerson said is true." The boss's surprise faded the fastest, and he smiled, "A newcomer who has inherited Wicker's place, a little girl - so what do you need?" ”

The boss's words made her distinguish friendliness, malice and suspicion—those eyes were all around her—and the adventurers' hearing was remarkable.

"I need to qualify as an adventurer." Fitney was silent for a moment and said.

As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of surprise flashed through the boss's eyes, but the adventurer next to her spoke before her: "Very interesting little girl—a little girl who wants to be an adventurer, even more annoying than Wicker!" ”

"Hehe......" The female adventurer who was hugged by the adventurer's waist just laughed, and pity for her flashed in her eyes.

Fitnair frowned, she didn't understand what the adventurer meant, and she didn't like such a look.

The adventurer's voice was neither loud nor small, and could be heard by all—apparently on purpose.

"Look who's coming." She didn't have time to speak, for Myerson, who had heard the movement, had already walked towards her through the crowd—a square-faced man with a gray face had stepped out of the crowd—and the adventurers made way for him, all the while their eyes were still fixed on Fitney, "Little girl, we are all waiting for you." ”

"Thank you very much for your welcome." Fitney said, walking towards him.

There was a somewhat empty road in front of Myerson, but instead of going on, he waited for Fitney to come by himself, under the gaze of the adventurers on either side.

The journey was neither long nor short, and the adventurers stopped their movements, their faces turned red by the firelight, but their eyes were like awls—how could a little girl bear such a gaze and walk this distance as if nothing had happened?

The answer is yes, Fitney has never been afraid of this gaze, because she grew up under such gaze.

Curious, questioning, stern.

"What a great girl." Myerson watched her walk up to him and spoke, as if in admiration.

"Thank you." Fitney seemed to believe his compliment.

They came to the corner of the tavern, which was a little remote, and had to turn a corner from the hall - it was blocked by several ornaments, forming a somewhat enclosed space, and it was the only place by the window - where Fitnair met the adventurer with the scar on his face, and the others, at least five people, sitting at the same table, with a huge hood, with only one chin exposed.

"Nice to meet you." Only one of them spoke at Fitney, his tone stiff.

"Me too." Fitney replied very naturally.

On one side of the long table where Fitney was located, beside Myerson, she looked at the food in front of her—iron cups like cast-out waste, even the shape was a little irregular—and there was a full beer in them, and besides that, everyone had a plate in front of them with a piece of rye bread on it.

"Here's your share." Myerson gestured to the plate in front of Fitney, "Wicker used to love it before. ”

"When did Wicker die?" Fitnair nodded to Myerson, and as soon as she sat down, she heard the adventurer say to her—the eyes above the scar, the eyes that looked sharply at her.

"Half a month ago, next to that stone platform in the forest." "Sir," said Fitney, "I suppose Myerson has already told you, right?" Do you have anything to question? ”

"Don't call me sir, I'm Edmund." Edmund said, "What about you? Why were you taken in by Wicker? Your tone makes me sick. ”

"My name is Fitney," replied, "and I'm from the territory of Hawaihai, and you know, the people of Haweihai are more respectable - though I hated it and escaped. ”

"It's really interesting that your name has something to do with fate." Myerson answered.

No one would ask her what her origin was—and Fitney realized that these people were not very different from thieves.

Thieves have no origin.

"It's just a name," said Fitney to him, "and tell me now, what do you want to tell me about having me come here?" ”

"We miss Wicker as the most powerful hunter here, the only one remembered by the bard as a ballad - you just think we're just curious." "We were his former friends, and I heard he died to save you, so we'll help you become a forest hunter too." ”

"That's great." "I haven't heard anything about him. ”

"It's a pity, he's a very good man, and he can fight the bear with his hand-to-hand - his surname is Auston, and his ancestors are a very famous brave man, and their family has always been a hunter in the woods." Myerson said to her, "Of course, we have always been unable to understand his life, after all, he is a real man who lives in the forest. ”

"And you're going to be one of them, a forest hunter, and hopefully you'll get used to it." Edmund said.

It seems that she accepted her identity very naturally.

"So how about trying this beer first? The beer in the Champagne Pub is only accessible to the adventurous. Myerson held up his beer, "Let's celebrate a new partner joining us." ”

Fitney followed them up with a beer raised, and the surroundings were so noisy that it gave the impression that if you didn't drink it, you would be sorry for the moment.

It was the first time she had drunk such a coarse liquor—Fitney slowly raised her beer, took a sip, and the adventurers raised their beers in their hands.

It seems like a memorable moment.

She was a nobleman, but eventually ran away from her life, finally becoming a forest hunter and gaining the approval of others...... There seems to be nothing wrong with everything.