"I know," Tata said, holding the dagger in both hands. "And Mr. Knight, I was there when you were browsing the community."

Fang Yu was a little surprised, took the dagger, and asked honestly, "Then, can you understand our existence?" ”

"Yes, though to most people you are just strange outsiders," replied Tata, "but it is no secret here that you come from, and how you are in relation to the world, and your organization and relations with each other—the world knows more about you than you think." ”

"Why?"

Tata shook his head. "I don't know, it's just an inference on my part. Because that's what knowledge and memory tell me, and my knowledge and memory come from the Great Silver Library, and every book on it has its author, you know? ”

Fang Yu understood.

He had to admit that the words were shocking. He found that people may underestimate the natives of this world, and that people here may not be able to travel to Earth due to their limited means, but this does not prevent them from thinking and analyzing, to guess the answer that is infinitely close to the right.

After all, no matter where you are, there is never a shortage of truly wise people.

He put the walker back and looked at the dagger in his hand again. “…… Trainees, what do you say? In fact, in our world, not everyone has the opportunity to be a Chosen One. Only a few lucky ones will be selected, and these are often the Recruits of the Grand Guild and the military for the future, and they will have received knowledge and training related to Aitalia for a long time, hence the name "trainees". ”

"Lucky Ones......

Fang Yu nodded earnestly.

Miss Leprechaun flapped her wings and flew up and sat down on his left shoulder. "Sounds more like a vocational apprentice."

"Yes, an apprentice." Fang Yu led her to the corpse of the dragon-feathered emu, raised the dagger in his left hand, and showed her the inscription on it. "See, this is the trainee dagger, the logo on it is designed on the earth, this is the item that the trainee must carry when entering Aitalia."

"Are those people trainees?"

"Maybe not all," Fang Plover paused next to the corpse of the dragon-feathered emu and replied, "The trainees of the Grand Guild usually enter this world as tourists, and they have to do a three-month internship here, but the tourists are not capable of self-preservation, and they may have hired other adventurers. ”

He said as he flipped the huge corpse of the strange bird.

Although Aitaria is an information world, it is not a real game after all, so there is no such absurd thing as fighting monsters and dropping equipment. Of course, these magical creatures do have some valuable materials.

The most valuable part of the dragon feather emu is its glands and sacs that secrete and store flammable liquids, which can be used to make Class IV catalysts, D-level and higher explosives and igniters, and auxiliary materials for fire-based nuclei crystals, but unfortunately they have been damaged.

A pungent chemical smell filled the air.

The second valuable thing is that it has a scaly skin of dragon blood blood, one of the high-quality main materials of leather armor below the second order, but it needs to be completely peeled off and nitrated in time to be valuable, and Fang Yu does not have this skill.

In the end, Fang Plover collected only a few hard feathers, a total of seventeen complete tail feathers, which he could not use himself, but could sell to bow makers. The dragon feather emu is a relatively rare creature, and the fire type hard feather can still be sold for a little price, not to mention that even if it is not valuable, in terms of Fang Yuan's current property situation, he will also pluck the goose.

Tata watched him put the tail feathers in his pocket before continuing to ask, "So, this dagger is important to them?" ”

"This dagger represents the status of trainees, with which they can get some help from other recruiters."

Fang Yu looked at the dagger. "It's still important, if the dagger is thrown here, the other party may be in some trouble." He looked ahead again. "Anyway, let's go up and have a look."

The swamp was already deep here, and the tall reeds and cattails obscured the view, but it became easier to follow, and there was a long grass belt passage ahead.

At a glance, you can see that someone has passed through here -

Strangely enough, though, there were many other tracks around, as if there were many things chasing them past here. There seemed to be a different smell in the air, Fang Yu sniffed, and then bent down to pick up a broken blade of grass and sniffed it, and there was an even more pungent smell lingering on it.

"The smell of sulfur." Tata has answered.

Fang Yu nodded, humans would definitely not leave such a smell, he was a little more alert, and continued to walk forward. A man and a fairy parted the artemisia grass and entered the depths of the swamp from that direction.

Before he had gone far, two brown weevils appeared in front of him.

It took almost a lot of effort for Fang Plover to kill the two beetles, the size of calves, before he understood the source of the sulfur smell. The maroon weevil beetle is a typical fire-type creature that prefers to live in underground caverns and be accompanied by lava and sulfur.

"But how did this thing end up in a place like this?" Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a little strange, he remembered that the brown weevil beetle rarely left the ground, let alone near the water source now.

They are naturally averse to water –

"Dragonfeather emus are also fire creatures, Mr. Knight." Tata reminded.

"Yes, I was suspicious," he looked around suspiciously, "although the dragon-feathered emus do live in swamps, they generally prefer to nest on relatively dry highlands. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a strange voice from ahead.

"Huh," Fang Yu paused and turned back to ask, "Tata, did you hear anything?" ”

Tata shook his head.

But a moment later, a clearer rebuke came from the forest ahead, and this time both of them heard it clearly—it was the sound of a fight. Fang Yu and Tata glanced at each other, and ran in that direction without thinking.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he felt like he was on the ground.

The forest became dry again in this direction, and the spouts of geysers and white mist appeared in the distance, and Fang Plover understood why there were so many fire creatures nearby, and there were obviously abundant geothermal resources in the vicinity.

But that doesn't explain why weevils are on the surface.

The sound of the fight was becoming more and more obvious, and in front of it was a lush fishbone bush, and Fang Yu stepped forward to separate the branches and leaves, and finally saw the scene behind the bushes.

Then he gasped -

"Did these people poke the nest of the weevil?"

He subconsciously gave birth to such a thought in his heart. Because what caught my eye was a glade, and seventeen or eighteen brown weevils were besieging the five adventurers in the middle of the clearing, as if they had rioted.

There happened to be a huge rock stacked on top of each other, and although the adventurers occupied the high ground on the rock, the disparity in numbers was so obvious that it was actually in danger.

Not to mention that among the five adventurers, three are trainees who have no combat effectiveness.

Fang Yu recognized the identities of the three trainees at a glance - the other party had no conspicuous combat equipment, nor did he wear armor or carry a magic guide furnace, so he looked like a typical tourist.

The three trainees were not very old, two men and one girl, and the eldest boy was probably a little younger than him, about sixteen years old, with an East Asian face, and the other party was careful to stand in front of everyone.

The other boy was very thin and had black hair, and his hair was so soft that it almost hung down on his head. He had a pair of round-rimmed glasses, large and bulky, with lenses as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle, covering a third of his face, revealing only the pointed face below.

He was born with red lips and white teeth, and his thin eyebrows were a little delicate, almost like a girl, but the other party did wear a man's black-brown flannel robe, the hem of which hung completely down to the ground, almost one size larger. He was probably the youngest of the three, probably less than fourteen, with a large book in his hands, protected by the other two.

When Fang Yu saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a good impression of these three trainees, and those who knew how to stand up to protect their companions would not be bad in his opinion.

As for the last girl, and the only one of the three who is not an East Asian face, with neat pale blonde short ear-length hair, with two beautiful earrings, the tip of her nose is also dotted with thin freckles, and her round face, although it is not very beautiful, but on the whole it looks like a kind, cute feeling, full of girlish vitality.

And in front of these three trainees, the desperate battle is probably the adventurer they hired.

There were only two of them.

An elven maiden of wheat complexion, seventeen or eighteen years old at most, dressed as a hunter, carrying a short bow on her back—but not used; Instead, he held a spear in both hands and lowered his body, like a female leopard ready to attack.

The elven girl has a pair of unusually beautiful light green eyes, and the depths of those eyes are extremely agile, as if she can always catch the enemy's accurate movement at the last moment, and shoot at the right time, and pick the rushing weevil beetle out with a spear.

Her movements were cautious and perfect, her body was flexible, and she could maximize the strength of her waist and abdomen, almost like a straightened whip, and sometimes Fang Yuan almost thought that she was going to break her thin waist.

But in the blink of an eye, she moved back nimbly, dodging the weevil's flame spit, and showed the beauty of strength and dexterity in every movement.

The girl's level is not high, maybe not as good as the second-order profession, that is, the seventh or eighth level, but her combat experience is much richer than any of the recruiters at this level that Fang Yu has ever seen.

It's even incomparable -

So much so that Fang Yu only had three words in his heart to describe the wonderful battle of this huntress.

Predators.

Yes, in the eyes of others, the Elf Maiden is a real jungle predator.

As for the other person, it's more ridiculous. It was a Paparal, a short halfling, and unlike the wandering tall halflings, the Paparals had their own settlements and cultures - they were a rather likable race, mainly because of their optimistic and cheerful personality, and of course because of their appearance.

A typical Paparal should look like this.

They eat seven meals a day, breakfast, snacks and tea after a morning walk, dinner, afternoon tea, dinner, nightly gatherings, and a snack before going to bed.

Yes, the Paparals love life, but they love food, parties, and music even more, and the Paparals can't live without music.

Their hometown of Sanshak is the most festive place in the whole of the Giant Tree Hill, and the laws of the Paparals stipulate that they have more than 300 days a year, a third of which is a festive celebration, and of course they love to work, but when the festival comes, they will put down whatever they are doing and put on their most beautiful formal clothes to participate in all kinds of banquets.

Of course, at least a decent hat must be included in the outfit.

A Paparal is incomplete without a hat.

They have big pointed ears, cute round faces with a bit of baby fat, smiling eyes, and a small, barely visible nose; The tallest of them were less than half the height of the plovers and had to stand on tiptoe to reach the waist of a normal person, but the Paparals did not like to be ridiculed for their shortness – which is said to be one of the reasons why they like to wear long top hats.

They were gentle children, who did not like war or adventure, and were afraid of the cold, very cold, and very cold, and Fang Plover did not expect to see a Paparal in this place - it is said that they never appeared in any place where it snowed in winter.

But when he looked closely, he realized that it was the Chosen One.

The reason is simple.

The other party did not even have a decent hat, and he also pinned a pair of goggles to his light silver hair, which was not only unseemly for the Paparals, but simply deviant.

The other man's fat little hand held a heavy crossbow almost as tall as he alone, and dragged it to the top of a rock with great difficulty, and in the face of the beetle's approach, he kept shaking the handle, pulling the bowstring, squinting one eye to aim, and firing the bow left and right - but he didn't feel the killing intent at all, but looked like a cute one.

Fang Ou really couldn't understand how anyone could choose the Paparals as their fighting profession, and what kind of mentality they had - the hands of this race were short enough to touch the top of their heads, and they only had four fat fingers.

But that guy obviously has a mind of his own.

He kept backing and shooting, and the little leather boot finally stepped on the edge of the boulder.

"Jump." Fang Yu reminded the other party in his heart. Because there was another boulder not far behind the Napaparal, he could have jumped on it and continued shooting.

But the guy actually stepped on the air, flipped back, and fell down with his hand and his heavy crossbow, and came to a double ball.

He fell solidly from a two-metre-high rock, fell on his back, and fell unconscious—of course, a two-metre-high rock might not be a big deal for the average person, but it might be a little too high for the Paparals.

"Parker!" Fang Ou heard the female elf hunter let out an anxious cry.

It turned out that this guy's name was Parker, Fang Ou thought to himself. He was about to direct his walkers to rush to the rescue, but Miss Tata suddenly flew up and grabbed him, grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him back.

"Walker, come in, a

Fang Plover turned in that direction in such pain that the walker lunged forward and hit his head on the stump.

"Ta, Miss Tata?"

Fang Yu raised his head, and was about to ask what was wrong, but he tilted his head just in time to see the other side of the battlefield, where a few white feathers were swaying—there were still a few people hiding underneath.

When Fang Yu saw it, he couldn't help but feel evil.

The Jeffrey Redcoats –

It's really a good rivalry with a narrow road and a narrow road to meet.

……