The two hairy moons that are about to set in the sky will shine slightly purple at dawn, and there is a bit of weirdness and uneasiness hidden in the seemingly calm darkness. With the morning glow and the rising red sun, the impoverished town of Goodbay, located at the junction of the Trian kingdoms of Lynston and the Elwinian wood elves in the middle of the Talk continent, began to come to life. In this town lived a lonely young man, Toc, whose only possession was a shabby, dilapidated house, which was not an exaggeration to describe as a house with walls, a stone bed of hay that barely slept a man, a pitchfork, and a gray patched robe, which constituted all his possessions, if calloused hands were also property, and his cheeks were covered with the dust accumulated over the years, almost grayish-brown, and his brown hair and hay were mixed and knotted with each other, and from time to time a poor lice was found through the gap in his robe, crushed him with relish, which made all his entertainment life.

He got up after dawn and finished forking the grass in the field, and when he laid down his pitchfork and leaned against the haystack, the rooster in the field finally began to crow.

"Oops, I'm going to be late. Today is my day as a guard at the town gate. Gotta get motivated! Teucer shook off the beads of sweat from his forehead and ran to the town gate.

"You're early, Flea Tok. Running so fast is chasing to death. This was the first greeting from Teucer's neighbor, Marado, the fat-headed and big-eared fellow who laughed at Teucer with a playful expression, and walked slowly with his big belly up.

Teucer didn't want to pay attention to the fat neighbor, he glanced at him, and said coldly, "Maybe your cow mother didn't teach you how to greet others." Teucer spat on the ground, "When I see you, I think of the roast goose hanging in your closet. I hope the goblins don't think that way when they see you. ”

"Oh? Is it? Flea Tok, I think you haven't tasted my father's iron fist yet. But then again, I really don't understand why my father didn't ask Mr. Mayor to change the time on duty for me, I don't like to spend a day with a guy covered in fleas. Marado's words were full of sarcasm, and he covered his nose and made a vomiting motion, "As soon as I saw you, I felt crawling all over my body with disgusting fleas." ”

Traucer didn't turn back to the town gate, and disappeared into the stump at the corner of the dirt road.

"What a shitty fellow, I finally know why those mallards have fallen into the trap a thousand times and still jump into the trap ten thousand times! Animals die for food, and this guy dies for that little bit of food. Poor people like me must also have to bear their damn obligations with these shitty people. Ridiculous obligation. Marado relentlessly, sarcastically whispering to Teucer, who had long since disappeared around the corner of the dirt path, "Arcana may have given this fellow an oracle last night, and she told him that he might be able to get a little better food today than the coarse chaff you ate." Hey, that's good, if there were more guys like that, I wouldn't be standing this goddamn sentry, bah. ”

There was nothing left in the guardhouse at the gate of the town other than worn iron weapons and tattered armor, and the sound of Teucer's hurried footsteps had already caught the attention of the dwarfs who were preparing to change shifts, and of course a sturdy centaur was silently waiting for their shift. "Why are you Trians so slow! It's not punctual at all, but let me go faster, don't waste my precious time! There are so many mosquitoes here at night, I don't want to be with this stinking centaur anymore, it's like living in a dirty stable, it's boring! What did my father think, I would rather die in battle than give up my hometown and be humiliated in this place, especially when these idiot centaurs come in and out at night and don't know what they are doing. What a poor town, I miss the fortress of Montenegro. The dwarf placed the horned helmet and a rusty axe on the old wooden table, and the centaur glared at the dwarf next to him, as if he didn't bother to talk, and then unloaded the bow and quiver from his body and handed them to Teucer, "May Alex, the god of centaurs, take care of you, son of Hovent, the good miner." ”

"Thank you. Alec Tucker Gilberg. Teucer stroked his chest with one hand, and though he was dressed in tatters, he nodded respectfully to the centaur like a gentleman, and the centaur returned a gentlemanly salute before leaving the guard room with graceful steps. The centaur had been acquainted with his dead father, and Teucer only knew that he seemed to be a big man living in the Centaur in the Gudebay region, and had a habit of collecting a kind of stone that glowed at night from the abandoned iron ore in the Iron Ore Ridge in Gudebai, and Tocque's father had collected a lot of these stones in the iron mine, and Alec actually exchanged it with his father for 1 gold coin of the Kingdom of Linston, if it weren't for the blessing of this gold coin, Teucer might not even have a simple house to live in now, It can only be made into a quilt by the sky, and a bed by the ground.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Alec." Marado, who was in a state of flux, came from outside the door, saluted Alec respectfully with a smile on his face, and looked at Alec's figure until he couldn't see it, he looked at Teucer's eyes staring at him, and suddenly his mouth twitched, and the words changed, "But what a four-legged strange guy, and he can be regarded as a big man with a head and a face, and he actually came here to be on duty." It's hard to imagine doing something unseemly when you're on duty, hey, what's the matter with me, anyway, this guy has gold and silver coins, as long as my father does business with him, maybe the position of mayor will be my family in the future! ”

Teucer stood alone on the arrow stack surrounded by a wooden fence, looking left and right, from time to time to look at Marado sitting and napping under the arrow stack, and from time to time vigilantly looked at the winding mountain road under the arrow stack and the mountain forest below, the iron ore ridge south of Trafier was covered with clouds and mist, and the beech forest on the mountain was lush and covered everything in the iron ore ridge, the iron ore ridge was connected to the mountainside of the southern foot of the towering highland mountain through a backbone, everything stood coldly in his field of vision, Tork was in a cranky thought, A sudden shiver brought him back to his senses, and he turned his head to look at the gate of the town, looking for the poor mouth of his neighbor, who was not very lovable, but he saw that it was Marado downstairs who was sleeping soundly at the gate of the town with an axe.

Teucer immediately dispelled this thought, and the unhappiness in his heart spontaneously arose, and he scolded to himself: "What a hopeless gentleman, how could my partner meet such a person who doesn't worry at all." The southern town gate is five miles away from the goblins, and at that point, I'll see if you can sleep like a pig. Do you think your brother is a good man? Will you ransom you with a lot of gold, a guy who gets in his way? Oh, stop dreaming. Then he silently thought in his heart, "I don't want to care about the bad things in your family, you can't see it yourself, it doesn't mean that others can't see it." Kept in the dark and unaware! My dear goddess Arcana, Tok Hovent, prays that the goblins will not knock on our town today. ”