The time is from the end of September to the beginning of October in the year 460 of the Quaternary period.

The land on the west coast of the St. Flen Sea is already in autumn, and the Dagger Jungle is located in the countryside north of Hurengel, between the plains of the East Gorantia and the plains along the lower Bernube.

This dense forest, which grows between the two plains of the kingdom, has existed since the ancestor of the Violet Kingdom, Atrik, led his army to conquer the kingdom. King Atrik's conquest of the land and his ethnically tolerant policy left his kingdom with a group of foreign subjects willing to submit, including the Rasverne mountain people with a part of their savage blood and some hill dwarves who migrated from the Mooncold Plateau, including a tribe of lizardfolk established in the swamps of the Dagger Forest.

As he walked along the path through the woods, he looked up at the blue sky, and several small chickadee-like birds fluttered their brown wings over his field of vision. Some of the animals that were unusually sensitive to temperature began to migrate towards the warmer south, the young paladin took a breath of fresh air to relax his mind, the wheat-scented breeze of the lower Bernube River reminded him of a wonderful metaphor that he had heard from the past.

The autumn children jumped down from the branches with umbrellas, and the tickling wind carried them to dance in the air like golden butterflies.

"Finn, it's beautiful here." Lilith walked behind the young paladin, glancing at both sides of the road from time to time, blinking for a moment the two deep pitch-black pupils in her eye sockets and exclaiming softly.

The young paladin walked at the front of the group, turning his head and smiling back at her.

The young people's itinerary had been temporarily detached from the fast-paced tension after Hurengel's night, and the warlock girl, who had not had much thought in her head, began to notice things that she would not normally notice, such as the joy of the peasants in the fields of the lower Bernux plain, the wild animals on the outskirts of the city seemed to have a human-like spirituality when they swayed in the meadows, and the many scenery she saw after entering the wooded area along a country road would inadvertently produce an indescribable relief in her heart. That's probably what it feels like to be relaxed.

Perhaps due to the loss of her memory, Lilith wakes up from the lakeside outside Hurengue and gradually shows a childlike innocence and curiosity about many things in the world. She doesn't understand many of the rhetorical devices written by bards, and the expressions on her face are still relatively monotonous, but if she thinks it is beautiful, she will say "beautiful", if she thinks it is good, if she thinks it is good, if she thinks it is bad...... When necessary, Fein would patiently teach her some common sense of how to behave in the world.

Heading north from the lakeside on the outskirts of Hurengel, the young paladin did not dare to leave too many conspicuous footprints along the way, considering the attitude the Church might take towards him in the future.

He could have bought four inferior horses from the owner of a stable as a means of traveling, but when he noticed that the stable was attached to a parish funded by the Church, he chose a more time-consuming, but safer, way for his team.

That's-

Walk on your feet......

"It's a nice place, far away from strife, not as boring as staying in a big city, always overwhelmed by some trivial things." Camussa casually commented on the ancient woods as she followed the group, as if the journey hadn't caused her too much fatigue after a few days of travel, and that it was as easy for her to cope with as if she had been training on a daily basis.

The dark elf girl didn't seem to have anything to do to keep up with the team, and Arya walked beside her and looked at her with cold eyes, then frowned, and asked the young paladin in front of her, "Finn, how far are we from the village you mentioned?" ”

"It's almost there." Fei heard the voice of the elven maiden, and the young paladin twisted his neck as he walked, turning his gaze and saying, "I have been here in the past, and the peasants of the plains of the lower Bernube have built a logging village on the edge of the dense forest...... Listen closely, apart from the birdsong, the stream, and the wind, can you hear what is beginning to be mixed in with the sounds in the woods? ”

"It's starting to get mixed in...... The movement of people? The blonde elf girl closed her emerald green eyes, her slender pointed ears twitched slightly, and after a while, she opened her eyes again.

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Just as fishermen born on the seashore would think of improving their living conditions by fishing, the peasants who lived on the edge of the dense forest found that the nobles in the city always needed a lot of timber to build castles or manors, so some of the people who worked on the ridges of the fields were driven by profit to throw away their hoes and take up the axes to cut trees and go into the forest area. Over time, the farmers who gathered timber gradually formed a permanent settlement on the southern edge of the Dagger Forest, and that settlement developed into a village, the logging village that Fein mentioned to the maidens.

Finn takes Lilith, Arya, and Camussa into the wood-based village, which seems to the young paladin to be basically the same as the first time he first visited, in a clearing in the village sits a lumber processing factory that towers taller than all the houses, and a few mischievous children wield wooden bars from the garbage heap as long swords, playing the role of the heroes of the bedside story and chasing him before his eyes.

It was close to dusk, and the workers of the timber mill and the peasants of a few vegetable fields came out from all directions, and people appeared in the village to form a few small waves of people, and the gaps in the shade of the trees caused the rays of the setting sun to fall on the muddy earth, and their shadows came and went in these points of light, slowly surging towards a tavern with the fragrance of ale floating in the wind.

The young people were not in a hurry to settle dinner, and along the way they bought some handy dry food from the farmers, such as gingerbread and bread.

Finn, who had already been hungry on the road, stood at the door of the village and looked around, his gaze beyond the villagers who had been busy all day, and from the top of people's heads to a rather special building in view.

He squinted at the soft sunlight of the door frame of the building with an iron plaque on the door frame, which consisted of a sword stuck in parchment and a few gold coins, which the bards of Ferdia said represented the brave adventurer using the sword in his hand to complete tasks and commissions in order to earn a daily life.

It was the Adventurers' Guild - his eyes lit up, he didn't expect to find such a place in this village built in the woods.