Stories always start in a small village. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unlike the surrounding "Snow Wolf Village" and "Snow Leopard Village", Xuelin Village is a bit too peaceful, and it doesn't even have natural disasters and wild beasts to name it, and the villagers finally decided to call the land where they grew "Snow Forest Village" almost a hundred years ago, and before that, it was just a nameless small village.

Overgrown blue pine forests cut off the communication between villages, and the towering snowy mountains in the south cut off this small area of land from the vast south. The only facility that keeps the village from being completely isolated is the landing pad built at the foot of the mountain for airships.

It is a circular platform with a diameter of about 400 meters, which was leveled little by little by the edge of the woodland with agricultural tools by the older generation. Every half month, the merchant groups in the south of the snow-capped mountains would send a small airship loaded with paper, farm tools, handicrafts and other fresh things that were not available in the village, and they would also take bundles of tanned elven deerskins, antlers and special crops with them when they left.

But airships meant much more to the village than barter, and the merchants were self-appointed bards and singers who enthusiastically showed the villagers the grand-city - the girls loved to hear the love of the royal princess and the wandering hunter, the lads sang the lame love songs they heard from the merchants, and the children loved to hear the stories of the brave hunters and the evil dragons in the sand and swamps they had never seen before.

Adventure and travel, these are the things that teenagers who have not yet been polished by the peaceful village yearn for the most.

There have been hunters in the village, and the teenagers have been selected by the hunter guild from afar, accompanied by the envious eyes of their friends, they leave the snow forest in an airship, fly over the snowy mountains, and experience those adventure plots that can only be experienced in the stories of merchants. Some of them did not return and lived happily with the princess in a distant foreign land, and some of them came back and became the heroes of the village.

This is the world through the eyes of children.

Today is the day when the heroes return.

It was past noon when the airship landed, and the young village chief was already waiting outside Yuanping. Despite being the smallest airship ever offered by the Chamber of Commerce, the house's large shuttle-shaped air chamber and roaring propellers thrilled the children who came with the village chief. As soon as the six brackets supporting the hull came to rest, the rope ladder was filled with chirping children.

Harder could barely find a place to stay for him to disembark. When he finally came down, the children surrounded him, tugging at his cloak, jumping excitedly and shouting for gifts. He gave the small amber pendants to the over-energetic children, and they relentlessly ripped off a glove with a lock before he hid with great difficulty by the village chief Magnini. At this time, his cloak was covered with mud handprints of different sizes.

"Spare me." Harder lifted the hood of his cloak to reveal a face that had been exposed to the sun and had been rarely groomed, with his hair simply shaved to the roots, but his mustache was meticulously maintained. Rao even had the experience of fighting the Wyvern, and at the moment he could only smile wryly at the cluster of small heads gathered around to study the mechanism on his gloves. The hunter, who was over forty years old, was so easily pestered by a group of half-sized men begging for mercy that his friends in the hunting group knew that they would have to tease him for a while.

There were about fifty families in the village, and there were more than twenty children of all ages as far as Hader could see, and almost half of the village children were gathered here. The adults were already busy lowering the unloading decks and unloading the boxes with the boatmen, and the unattended children gathered around the village chief and Hader to ask questions.

"Okay, okay, let's go back and make snacks for your mother." Magnini waved his hand away, he looked like he had just come of age, not much older than the eldest child, but there was the kindness and peace of a septuagenarian between his eyebrows, "The village hasn't been lively for a long time, and it's just the right time for you to come back." ”

The last sentence was apparently addressed to Hader, and the village chief raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. The two stood together, and the middle-aged Huder was slightly taller than McGonagall, and the action seemed a little incongruous.

McGonagall...... Uncle. Hard's face was reddened, and he tilted his head slightly to the side. The village chief is a dragon people, and for a dragon man who has a long life, everyone in the village is his descendant. McGonagall's current appearance is only three or four years older than when he came to this village on foot over the snowy mountains more than 140 years ago, and for his own life, he has only just reached adulthood.

Every child in the village calls him "Uncle Chief" or "Uncle McGonagall", a custom that extends all the way up to the eldest person in the village. In fact, the eldest Uncle Hasen was born after the name of the village of Snowwood, which was proposed by McGonagall.

"You can call me anything you want." He didn't seem to see Hader's embarrassment, and pulled him towards the village, "The return sacrifice is tonight, do you want to rest first?" ”

"I'm not tired, I'm just a little bored." Without the initial excitement and curiosity, a flight on an airship is actually a long and boring affair. The route to and from the Great Snow Mountain has long been cleared by the hunters' predecessors, and the airship is flying above the clouds, and there is only a monotonous blue as far as the eye can see, such a journey lasts three days and two nights, "I want to go around the village." ”

"It's been two and a half years." This was the last time Harder had returned, and Uncle McGonagall slowly recalled, "Little Lazy has added a mouthful of people to the house, and it's a girl." ”

"Ah Kun of the lazy aunt's house?" Harder remembered the carpenter's apprentice in Nes, "With whom?" ”

The old hunter who knew the truth laughed dumbly, and Ah Ping, who was hot-tempered in Uncle Feng's house, and the kid who was not good at words finally got together. I don't know what amazing love story has happened in this peaceful village in the past two years. However, there are only more than 50 households in the whole village, and the surnames "Ha" and "Feng" account for the vast majority of the population.

"What about the boy of the Orion family? Why didn't you see him? Harder asked.

Backed by the snowy mountains, almost all the men in the village know some hunting skills, but the surname is only Feng Nian, who lives in the west of the village, and his only son Feng Chen.

Although he occasionally does naughty and mischievous deeds, Ah Chen is a likable boy, and when he was a child, he was unwilling to slaughter wild boars and hid in the snowy mountains, which has been taken down by the villagers as an allusion, but McGonagall feels that it is a sign of his innate kindness and aura.

"I don't know, maybe I'm crazy in the woods, I'll be able to remember it before dark." The village chief replied, "That boy wishes the festival had started sooner." ”