Chapter 10: Scorching Ambiguity

The bard stopped talking, he looked at the silent child in front of him and continued to say helplessly: "Fafnier is also too careless, he didn't see that Adelli moved some hands and feet on the magic array, no wonder, Adellie made a bead by thread, except for a magic array, everything else is Favnier's own research, doubt that others can, doubt yourself It is difficult, Fafnier can see it, it is strange, I didn't expect such a dragon to die at the hands of a humble human, I can't think of it." ”

"Liar, you liar, Edelity is a good person, Faveniel is a bad dragon." One child suddenly roared, and the other children cursed in the same way, and they all ran away crying, and the destruction of idols in their hearts was not acceptable to children of their age.

"What, aren't you leaving?" The bard looked at the only remaining boss and asked with a smile.

The boss shook his head, and then showed a cute smile: "Your story is very novel, can I still come to you in the future?" ”

"I'll be here for about a month, and if you want to hear a story, bring a loaf of bread, and I'll hear it to your heart's content."

"Uh-huh, then this is today's share, and I'll come to you tomorrow." The Boss took out a coarse grain bread and handed it to the Bard, it was supposed to be the Boss's lunch today.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to meet such an interesting kid as you here." The bard stretched out his dirty hand to touch the boss, and the boss was agitated, trying to get away from it but finding that his body could not move.

"Don't be afraid, don't be anxious, to be honest, I was in a bad mood, but I feel much better when I met you, count me in debt to you once, and I will repay you when I have the opportunity in the future."

"Hehe, I'll always come in the future."

"Hopefully, I don't know exactly when I'll leave, but before I leave, I'll give you a gift, a gift that will last you a lifetime."

Everything started with something like that, and if I hadn't met him, maybe nothing would have happened. The boss muttered silently.

"And then? What exactly did that legend give you? "Is it an artifact, a forbidden spell, or a fighting spirit cultivation method that dominates the world, and even, an invincible divine beast in the world, after seeing the death mark that is only in epics and legends, the armored man feels that even if the boss in front of him suddenly transforms into his father, he will not be surprised.

"A seed, a seed, a seed that I still don't know." The boss sighed, the bard and his world are too far apart, the worldview between them is completely different, ordinary people think that the gift given by a legendary figure like the bard is nothing more than an artifact, a magic pet, if it is not a powerful force, no matter how bad it is, it will give a rich world's wealth. But in the Boss's memory, the gift from the strange bard was as strange and elusive as his actions and words.

Ever since hearing the story of the dragon-slaying hero, none of the children in the village have been willing to talk to the bard, or even to go to the back mountain where the bard is, except for the boss.

The eldest was a child who loved novelty, and whenever there was a new story, he would run to the bard with pleasure, even if it cost him lunch every day.

The bard finally left, just like he came without warning, he left very simply, obviously yesterday he said that he would tell the boss about the customs of the elf continent, but now he only left a letter and a thing, well, let's call it a peanut.

The boss read the contents of the letter and ate the peanut, and then, began his life of wandering, until now, the boss does not know what this peanut brought to him, but the boss knows that this peanut brought him the motivation for a turning point in his life.

Like many young and vigorous teenagers, the eldest has also passed the second year, especially after listening to the bard's talk about the customs of various continents, he yearns for life outside the small mountain village even more.

The life of the small mountain village is peaceful and quiet, hundreds of years of peace and quiet make the whole village show a backwater-like peace, the life without waves is the paradise that all the old people in the village think, but the boss is different, he is born with enthusiasm, and often listens to the adventure stories told by the bard, the bard has repeatedly mentioned the danger of adventure and the danger of dancing with death, but how can the young man's empty personality make the boss feel afraid, the magnificent and colorful world in the mouth of the bard, countless wonderful and dazzling scenes in the boss's mind every dayUntil the age of 16, the eldest finally made up his mind to leave the village, the people of the village are simple, kind, and the personality is as gentle as water, such people, such an environment, has created a group of children who are also simple, the boss has tried, it seems that in addition to listening to the story of the bard, other peers of the same age as him have been wiped out by the unique environment of the village, and they all think that guarding their own acres and thirds of land in the village is the most beautiful paradise in the world.

The boss left, took half of his father's savings from the family and ran away, his ideals are by no means limited to this mountain village if he is captive by God, his dream is farther away.

"I went out, and the first place I went to was Camp Coldmoon." The Boss took out a golden seal from his bosom, which was the graduation medal of the Cold Moon Camp.

"Cold Moon Camp, you were just a farmer at the time, how did you enter this place?"

The armored man said in surprise, the Cold Moon Camp is the holy land of mercenary groups on all continents, and the top ten mercenary groups of the mercenary union have seven of the top leaders of the mercenary groups from the Cold Moon Camp, and every year the Cold Moon Camp will recruit many people to enter the camp for training, but the number of people is not one in a hundred, and the mercenaries who can be qualified to enter the immortal will get the graduation certificate of the Cold Moon Camp after completing the training, perhaps, some people will doubt the justice of the priests of the Holy See, and some people will doubt that there will be an unworthy existence among the assassins such as the Assassin Guild A, But no one will doubt the survivability of the graduated mercenaries who get the Cold Moon Camp, the graduates from the Cold Moon Camp do not necessarily have strong force, nor do they necessarily have excellent combat skills, but the survivability is definitely the crown of all mercenaries, they can only eat birds and insects in a week, they can walk a distance that even a horse can't walk without eating or drinking in a day, and they can distinguish most of the world's poisons by their noses......

This ability makes the mercenaries in the Cold Moon Camp who can graduate extremely sought-after, and many mercenary groups offer extremely high prices to invite mercenaries who can graduate.

"Yes, I'm just a farmer, how could I get into this Cold Moon camp where the mortality rate is exaggerated, and the entrance fee is even more exaggerated. You forget, the bard had told me about the customs of the various continents, and I, as instructed in his letter, went to the Grand Instructor of Camp Coldmoon, gave him a letter that the Bard had given me, and then, in disbelief that even I could not believe it, he admitted me to Camp Coldmoon and waived me of all tuition and fees. ”

When I first entered the Cold Moon Camp, the boss's heart was full of excitement, the cold moon camp in the story of the bard accounted for a great weight, the boss now lives in this legendary place, the boss firmly believes that in the future, he will be like the characters in the story, make achievements, beautiful women in the arms, the world praises, just like the ending of those legendary stories.

"The training in the Cold Moon Camp is very hard, with enthusiasm, and the children of the peasant family have never suffered anything, but they have endured it again and again, but what followed was the second change in their lives."

The boss smiled bitterly, the smile was really bitter, the thick lines outlined in the vicissitudes of life and mottled cheeks seemed to be the earthly world dyed by the ink in the hands of famous artists, noisy, intense, heavy, confused, and ups and downs.

That experience is really unforgettable, and every time I think of it, I feel that it is inexplicably melancholy.

At the beginning, the boss, like the invincible protagonist in many legendary stories, saw a woman, fell in love, oh no, maybe it was in love, the boss's young and shallow life has never experienced this unforgettable feeling, strong emotions are like a scorching fire, and the boss is tormented every day and is difficult to hold.

Love, which comes hot and crisp, does not give you room to explain, nor gives you time to accept, it is directly a fire that drains all your thoughts, so that there is only that one phantom in the whole mind.

"Perhaps, this is the second turning point in my life, a turning point that really feels like a legend."

The boss took out a bottle of wine out of nowhere and poured a few sips, the wine smelled pungent, and he could smell an earthy smell just by asking, it was an inferior farmhouse wine, and the taste was very bad.

Everything started from that afternoon, when the boss trained with not only the world-famous mercenaries, but also the dispensable personnel of the aristocratic family, these people are nobles, but they do not have the noble identity and huge wealth of ordinary nobles, illegitimate children, the bottom of the family is synonymous with them, they also came to the Cold Moon Camp with a broken jar, anyway, it is impossible to get ahead in the family, it is better to go to the Cold Moon Camp to seek a background, mercenaries are not a myth to be nobles, Who can deny that the despicable mercenaries who go out here will become noble nobles in the future.

The Boss encounters a fateful encounter at Camp Cold Moon.