When it comes to Teucer's calf injury, time is the true healer. Eventually, it was completely scabbed, but the place where Wolf's fangs pierced still left grotesque marks.

Ever since that hugging with Avanna under the prayer tree next to the Sheffield Druid Altar, Avanna seems to have been closely watched by her brother Wood. Teucer's life felt like something was missing after that, even though he had become a Trian with the identity of a Wood Elf, he still belonged to a stranger in front of the Wood Elf.

Toucer, who used to wake up early in the town of Goodbey, couldn't get rid of it. With the exception of Avanna's brother, the noble Baron Wood of Sheffield, who also wakes up early like him, the rest of the Wood Elves will not begin to enjoy their breakfast staple at least three days after the day, an Eltola fruit picked up from the basket, or a plain Wood Elf dumpling wrapped in sun-dried Eltola leaves.

It's another crisp autumn day, an ordinary morning in Sheffield. Teucer got up early, packed up his clothes to dry on the vine shelves, put on his patched brown robes, and went out. The best place for an early morning stroll is Fountain Square across from Wood's Treehouse, as it's a quiet place to reminisce about Teucer. Whenever Tork was alone, the delicate living water in the fountain always made him feel a little lucidity.

Teucer stepped out of his hut and turned a corner by the well in the third hut, and the Fountain Square in Sheffield came into view.

"The sun is coming out in the west!" Teucer wiped his eyes. The fountain square in front of him, which should have been deserted in the early morning, turned out to be crowded.

"It's an unprecedented first. Oh, Akana, something must have happened. Teucer muttered to himself, a sense of foreboding in his heart, but curiosity led him to the wood elves scrambling to read the territory's billboards.

"Hey, what's going on?" Teucer casually accosted a mild-looking wood elf.

"Dude, ah, Trian! I think of you, you are the Trian Teucer who was accepted as a Wood Elf by our baron! ”

"You remember it well, man. I thought no one identified with me as a Trian Wood Elf. Teucer smiled bitterly, "The question you haven't answered yet, something must have happened this morning." ”

"I'm just here to join in the fun. From what I've heard, it doesn't seem like a good thing. The wood elf stuck out his tongue with an exaggerated expression.

"Can you move me a little forward?" Teucer frowned, and the wood elf gestured to him with a 'please', "Oh, thank you." ”

Teucer finally squeezed into the crowd of Wood Elves, and after rubbing left and right, he was finally able to see the contents of the territory's bulletin board intermittently through the crowd of Wood Elves:

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To the subjects of Sheffield in the Elven kingdom of Elvenia:

The Demons from the Shadowlands established an outpost in the town of Goodbay and killed all the people there, enslaving its inhabitants to become their evil minions. It's a horrific slaughter, and while it doesn't have much to do with us, we Timberspirits must defend our frontier town in order to guard against a possible invasion by the demons of the Shadowlands!

Even though the destroyed town of Goodbay is just a projectile land, according to the information shared by our allies, the Giant Eagle of Green Mountain flying in the sky, the evil goblins of Hawk Mountain, who are a great threat to Sheffil, and our enemies who are a headache, are also providing troops and support for the demons from the Shadowlands, and their movements are also quite 'weird'.

It is now the autumn of falling leaves, which is very unfavorable to the defense of our border, in order to prevent the demons of the Shadow Lands and the goblins of Hawk Mountain from launching a sudden invasion of us, so I decided to recruit our elf warriors, as recruits, you will be trained by the recruits, and your instructors will select qualified elites of the Wood Elf clan to destroy the goblins' lair under the leadership of Baron Sheffield, so that the demons of the Shadow Lands will lose their minions, and by the way, show the solid military strength of our Wood Elves.

Therefore, in the name of the King, I issue a conscription notice to the Wood Elf subjects of Sheffield - the family and companions of the conscripts will receive the glory of the Wood Elves, and of course we will give your family a full pension if you die in the army and possibly in military operations.

The situation is critical! The situation is dire! Instant Distribution!

May the forests of Forrester always surround you.

King of the Elvenian Wood Elf Kingdom,

Duke Unocal,

Count Sertal

Earl of Nildagang,

Glory of Cert Freet II

Tark Continental Calendar: September 40, 1028

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"The situation is critical! The situation is dire! Instant Distribution! Teucer kept repeating the increasingly emphasisive words of the territorial announcement, but somehow, he subconsciously began to repel him from continuing to read the announcement, "No matter how you resist, I have designed ten thousand probabilities for you, no matter what, you are always mine." ”

"No matter how much you resist, I have designed ten thousand probabilities for you, no matter what, you are always mine." The voice in Tocke's head, which had been forgotten, began to sound indistinctly.

Teucer froze suddenly.

"No matter how much you resist, I have designed ten thousand probabilities for you, no matter what, you are always mine." The voice in Tocque's head, which had been forgotten, seemed to grow clearer.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Terrian buddy." The wood elf beside him gently patted him, and Teucer just looked at the wood elf who slapped him in distraction, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead.

"No matter how much you resist, I have designed ten thousand probabilities for you, no matter what, you are always mine." Teucer's brain was almost filled with the horrible sound.

"Hey, Teucer, I'm getting ready to go find you." A familiar voice finally pulled Tokla back, and he followed the voice to the familiar figure waving to him outside the door of the Baron's Mansion Treehouse.

"Oh, Wood." Teucer muttered softly, and he walked out of the crowd of wood elves who were quietly watching the announcement of the territory and walked towards Wood, "Say that Colin will be there when he arrives at Colin. Ah, the culture of the Wood Elves has influenced me subtly, which is similar to what we Trians say, 'Say doom comes, doom comes.'" 'What's the difference! ”

For Teucer, Wood was in a very awkward position in his heart. Eventually, though, he slowly walked up the steps of the mansion's treehouse and reached out to Wood.

"Hey, glorious Lord Wood, you are early, and behold, what a beautiful weather it is, and how crisp autumn weather is!" Teucer gave his old friend a stiff smile in return, his eyes flickering, as if looking for Avena in the Treehouse Mansion.

"Yes, the weather is so nice, this is a good opportunity to improve your status and status among the wood elves." Wood also extended his hand to Teucer.

"I just want to say hello to my old friend – it's just a nice weather." Teucer absentmindedly avoided the Baron Wood topic.

"What a sincere greeting, but it's not so good to hear my old friend and my sister's 'protector', such a greeting from Your Excellency on the left and Your Excellency on the right. I'm not a wood elf vendor selling Eltora nuts on the street. Wood's mood was tempered by Teucer's greeting, "I thought your cry under the Prayer Tree that day came from your heart, but today it seems that you are not as good as I thought. I think even more that I chose to do exactly the right thing. ”

"Ah, you see, your business should be very heavy today, I'm just going to the fountain to relax. Just stay for a short time. Oh, the weather is so nice, I have to go back to the cabin and clean up the messy bed. Teucer waved his hand to Wood, and then turned to leave, "Besides, as for other matters, I don't think it's appropriate to discuss them on this occasion. I know you have your own ideas. ”

"Wait, what I'm going to say to you is my business." Wood's expression became less amiable, and he pointed word by word at the man in front of him who was about to leave, and his words seemed to have a magical power that kept Teucer there.

"Hey, well, man, I'm not a Wood Elf, I'm just a down-and-out Trian from a foreign land. It's none of my business to think of me as one of your kind, I don't want to be part of any Wood Elf warband or any commando, if I'm right! I don't want to go to that bullshit Hawk Mountain again. I don't even want to hear the words Hawk Mountain! Filthy and disgusting. I've already mapped the secret passages, so you'll have to go by yourself. Teucer knew what Wood meant by "business", and Teucer didn't want to go to those treacherous mountains and forests again, especially after the horrible voice in his head rang in his head again.

"Teucer of the Wood Elves! I'm so disappointed by your cowardly remarks that I thought you'd come to me on your own initiative, but now you're like a turtle on the beach with your head shrunk and your butt towards Lindisfak Beach, Tuntel. "Wood was obviously disappointed, because he saw Teucer as a creature who crawled around the beach more timid than a mouse." Something seems to have turned your courage to ashes! ”

"АНана" Wood's rebuke to Teucer seemed to attract all the wood elves under the wooden ladder who were reading the announcement. They looked at Teucer in embarrassment and laughed. Because it was also the first time they had heard Wood describe a person in terms of Thuntel. That's a great irony.

"I'm probably more disappointed than you! Bastard! Teucer's face turned from red to green, from green to blue, and finally from blue to red. Teucer thought that he was described as "Tuntel" by his "friend" Wood Elf more viciously and embarrassingly than the fat Marado called him "Flea Tok", and if Avenna heard that he was so cowering and no longer thought about it, his mind was filled with the urge to try to hold the hilt of his sword. Teucer seemed to be thoroughly enraged by Thuntel at one time.

"Yo, the courage to turn into ashes has finally become the courage not to be ashes. Do you want you to let go of your grip on the handle of your sword? Wood reprimanded Teucer mercilessly, "If your current impulse can be directed at the goblins, this is a good chance to restore your dignity." Instead of preparing to point your sword at your friend, man. Oh, I think you'll need time to think, remember that this announcement was made in a hurry. Please come back, I don't want to see you again until you figure it out to me to report. Besides, I'll never let my sister see someone like you! ”

Teucer saw Wood's figure seem to grow taller, but he was as small as a mouse. His voice is solid and powerful.

Teucer's face turned pale under the gaze of the wood elves, and he confined himself to the cabin with a disgraced face, and no one was seen. The timidity and cowardice in Teucer's body competed with the blood and courage, and beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down Teucer's forehead, imprinting two sparkling water marks on Teucer's cheeks.

That voice was already echoing in my head, it was my mind warning me. If I take a step beyond Sheffield, I may never see my dear Avanna again. Timidity and cowardice kept admonishing Teucer in his mind.

"Avenna is the love of your heart, you have no glory and merit, no power and status, why should you love her? Is it just an accidental salvation, an ideal vow, and then a lifetime of love? Of course not – now is a good opportunity. What's more, you have the 'Sword of Teucer's Rebirth' in your hand, and it brings you good luck all the time! And having us will make your friend Wood never call you a shameful 'Tuntel' again. The goddess Arkana is always by your side. Passion and courage then began a fierce retort in Tork's mind.

Teucer paced back and forth in the cabin, and he didn't know why he had once again taken out the patched boots he had found in the goblin lair from the drawer and put them on his feet, and removed the Wood Elf longbow and quiver full of arrows from the wall, and rested it on the wooden highboard opposite the bed.

The night was a clear night, a two-moon sky. The sky was full of stars that could no longer be blocked, and Teucer was surging at the night sky where the two moons were combined. Even his thoughts were turbulent. The meteors that streaked across the sky dragged their long tails away, and seemed to inspire Teucer to move forward fearlessly in the face of his rightful destiny. For the first time, Teucer wrote a poem of love in elven script under the starry night sky. He read passionately to the stars and moon, expelling the timidity and cowardice in his heart. Cowardice and cowardice finally lost the initiative in the decision-making in Tocque's mind.

(ОШмауа) a sky full of stars,

(СОэптгакна)

(ВОгаьанагатгнцгЫ)

(ТОктгоэа) in Teuca's heart --

(РОёлтгАЕЩЛАОЭАГА) only love for Avina.

(АЕЩЛАТГЕМОЩРОГЕЧ) Avenna is all my courage,

(АЕЩЛАТГЕМОЩНЦГЫ) Avenna is all my thoughts.

(СОопгагтгемоэа) The color of the moon is my heart,

(СОоптэттгемоэага) The brilliance of the moon is my will.

“СОоптэттгемоэаоэагаТОк。 НПо！ ТОокfОгёзтмогез！ ТОоккёогЫал。 Tears welled up in Tocque's eyes, and he seemed to hear the soft, affectionate response under the night sky, and he couldn't tell whether it was Avanna's singing or the echo of the soulful recitation in Sheffield's mountain forest.