The "Tears of the Mackerel" and the light of the moon shine together, but in this incomparably quiet and splendid interweaving, what appears is a desolation, bleakness and dead silence.

Little Butos stared at everything in his vision, a dead swamp. In the middle of the swamp is an island shrouded in pitch black, where decay and erosion thrive like an abyss.

Little Butos did not see the figure of old Butos, but he felt a familiar breath that seemed to have been encountered only last night: tranquility or calm, endless tranquility......

The "Tears of the Shark" was gently lowered, and after the brilliance was removed, the "Tears of the Shark" was no different from a blue jewel.

Little Butos unfolded the parchment scroll again. He was searching, looking for a place that brought him a familiar breath and yet felt strange to him.

Old Butos's words echoed softly in the ears of little Butos: "If you want to follow the figure of old Butos, run to the southeast over there!"

Little Butos's fingers ran over the lower right corner of the parchment roll.

Forest of Elves, Land of Man, Coast of the Tides, Plains of Lysia, Mountains of Oso...... None marked desolation, dead silence and bleakness.

But the disappointment could not hide the longing for his grandfather.

In the left half of the map, in the western part of the world, is the kingdom of the dwarves, home to the gnomes...... Little Butos has never had such a strong desire for something.

Eventually, in the far northwest corner of the map, in the most claustrophobic corner, little Butos found the only place that could be guided by the "Tears of the Shark".

There are no details on the map, and the purple-black ink only leaves a word of advice: never touch the forbidden ground.

That's the biggest swamp on the map.

Little Butos hesitated, he believed the words of old Butos, but at the same time he was deeply missing the elder Butos.

Southeast or Northwest......

No one could give instructions to little Butos.

Eventually, little Butos decided to believe in old Butos as always.

In the endless southeast, even if little Butos didn't know where the real destination was, he always believed that he would find the shadow of old Butos.

For the whole night, the moon rose in the south and set in the north, and the owl kept an eye on everything in the field from the trees, while little Butos was tidying up his belongings......

The story of the adventures of the elder Butos touched little Butos so much that one day he too would become a wanderer and embark on adventures on the continent, albeit much sooner than expected.

The sun is shining and the wind is running.

Little Butos got up early from the warm bed and prepared breakfast for himself for the first time.

When little Butos was carrying a heavy bag, it was time to change the name of him: the adventurer who set out on his first journey - Hildori Butos.

Young Butos stepped through the courtyard gate and gently locked the old house with a lock. After a firm turn, Butos headed in the direction of the southeast exit of the village.

When the familiar wheat field turned into a strange cypress, when the friendly lark turned into an indifferent jackdaw, Butos's firm heart was also shocked little by little by the fear of strangeness, but old Butos was with him, and the warmth was with him.

It took Butos a day to walk from the familiar village to the edge of the valley forest.

The night engulfed the forest, and Butos rested beside a boulder not far beyond the forest.

He had slept with old Butos, and the wind of the night was no match for a warm woolen blanket for Butos.

Butos lit a bonfire, and around it, the parchment scrolls looked old and heavy.

"Dear old Butos, you said that you would never leave little Butos, and if he did, he would only have to follow the wind blowing southeast...... Little Butos has set out on his way to find you, hoping to see your shadow everywhere. ”

Butos looked around, and the moonlight was far less bright than what he saw in the village, except that night was night.

Once again, Butos took out the "Tears of the Shark" and prayed in his heart: "I hope that this time, you can guide me to a place in the southeast where there is old Butos." ”

The blue glow was awakened once more, but again, the place where the vision appeared was still the bleak and dead place in the far northwest.

For the first time, Butos let out such a heavy sigh: "Okay. But old Butos said that his shadow would be in the southeast, and I believe you, but I believe in old Butos even more......"

"Good night, moon. Good night, old Butos ......"

The moonlight was brighter than all, but the dark clouds hid it behind it.

The valley forest is not a place of calm and peace.

Butos fell asleep. It was a tiring day for Butos.

In the dream, he was lying in the arms of old Butos.

No night is sweeter than this moment, and no night is colder and more lonely than this moment.

In the middle of the night.

A small wave of weak evil crept up on Butoth, and they spoke in a language that Butos and we didn't understand—Goblin.

"It's a hopy!"

"This is not a Harpy!"

"His body is small...... The little ones are like rabbits!"

"Rabbits aren't Harpys!"

"Rabbits can eat!"

"Harpy can too!"

"Eat!"

Chaotic exchange jumped out of the drooling mouths of the five goblins, and at the end of the argument, they agreed, and it was hunger to be exact.

Five goblins' dirty claws reached out to Butoth, who was asleep......

Young and weak, Butos did not yet know the threat posed to him by the lowest evil in the world, and in his dreams, old Butos was baking bread for him......

The long, sharp nails stained with mud are approaching Butos little by little, approaching!

And just as the goblin's saliva was about to drip on Butos's immature cheeks, the "Shark Tears" in Butos's pocket suddenly let out a scolding and roar.

It was not the language of the Naga, it was a curse born of ancient and evil.

“Gutasa！Duks，Pusha！”

The angry Abyssal Whisper scared the five goblins to the ground.

"He's him, he's a demon!" one of the goblins shuddered as he looked at Butoth, who was asleep.

"Harpy won't be a demon!"

"He's not a Harpy!"

"Rabbits won't be demons either!"

"Demons can't eat it!"

"He's a rabbit!"

"It's Harpy!"

Between hunger and fear, the goblins hesitated. They could not believe that Butoth, who looked like a hobbit, could be a demon or some other evil and powerful creature.

"Eat?"

"Eat!"

"Eat it!"

In the end, hunger triumphed over fear.

Once again, the goblins are closing in on Butoth......

“Gutasa！Duks！Pusha！”

When the cursed abyssal words sounded a second time, the ice had frozen the five goblins.

Butos's body shivered, but the strong drowsiness still enveloped Butos.

Butos rolled over, wrapped the woolen blanket tightly, and went back to sleep.

The purple-black light of the "Shark Tears" gradually faded, and the cold gradually dissipated.

Wisps of extremely fine and faint darkness escaped from the five goblins, slowly drifting towards the "Shark Tears", and finally left a flaw in the "Shark Tears" that was almost imperceptible.

If this flaw is obvious enough or magnified dozens of times, we can see that it is an ancient brand, one that is not left by the Nagas......