In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere, lies a small inn.

The oak sign of the inn is mottled and seems to have been many years old, but it is still faintly recognizable, with the words "log tree house" faintly written on it.

This inn is rarely visited on weekdays, and it is always deserted, except today.

That evening, a dusty young traveler pushed open the cobweb-strewn door.

He appears to be a Chinese student, wearing black-rimmed glasses, carrying a black travel bag, and wearing a dark black sports coat in Adidas' classic "three-bar" style, but despite this, he doesn't look like a sunny sports student, or a scholar who is characteristic of a liberal arts student.

"I finally found a hotel where people can stay, it's really choking, the other hotels on the street are all 'full', I thought I had to live on the street a few days before I went to report to the University of Greenwich. The young traveler said happily in fluent English, "Hey, is the boss here? I'm going to borrow it for a few days." ”

He looked around, and the layout was quite retro, with an old lacquered wood pendulum clock, a receiver-style telephone, and a model of a deer's head hanging from the wall. There is also a mock tree standing in the middle of the inn, with kerosene lamps hanging from its branches, emitting a small light.

But the color palette is so dark that it feels like you're in a medieval castle.

Compared to other hotels, this place is really a little special, not overly flashy, and not deliberately antique.

- At this moment, the door to the counter "creaked" open.

"Welcome back, sir, you are the first guest of the year to open this door. ”

The owner was a chubby old man with a pipe in his mouth and a kind face, and his eyebrows were squeezed together when he smiled, and his kind smile made the travelers feel like they were at home.

Also, what does "welcome back" mean, is it really just to create a homely atmosphere?

After hearing this, the traveler was a little surprised, and he asked puzzledly, "Isn't there anyone who usually comes here?"

The fat boss shook his head slightly.

"At least, it used to be, it was a lively place. ”

"Then why ......"

The fat boss didn't answer, just smiled and asked him, "Do you have a dream?"

"What?" the traveler was a little surprised, and the question seemed to be asked a little abruptly.

When I was a child, I had many dreams, hoping that I would become a respected hero, that I could travel through this magnificent and beautiful world, and that I had a world of my own......

Anyone can do dreams, and everyone longs for everything beautiful to become reality, because you in the dream are you in another world.

So, naturally, the answer is yes. The traveler gave his answer.

The fat boss nodded with satisfaction, without commenting too much on this answer, and then asked a second strange question: "Would you like to hear a long story?"

- What, why do you tell a story? This boss, and this inn, is a little weird everywhere.

"It's okay, I don't have anything to worry about, after all, I still like to listen to stories, you can tell it. ”

The fat boss lit a candle and began a long story, and he said mysteriously:

"So, please close your eyes, and then, everything you see, everything you hear, everything you feel, exists in a real world, this world comes from your dreams, only exists in everyone's heart, you can call it - the Middle Ages, from now on, you will wander between reality and illusion. One day, you will hold the blade of judgment in your hand and shoulder the mission you have chosen until the Strange Path. ”

The ears of the travelers seemed to ring the church bells of the distant past, and in the darkness, the whispers of the monks came like nothing:

I will give you eyes,

See everything about mirrors.

I will give you life,

Walk in the darkness and distance.

Thou shalt have a mission,

Overcoming obstacles along the way,

Until the broken sword is reforged,

Terminate the game of kings,

Slay all the evil.

Welcome,

medieval continent,

This is where your story and your story begins.

A blinding light appeared in the darkness, tearing through the dark curtain and connecting with the world.

Everything is like a raging tide, overwhelming the sky and drowning the travelers.

His eyes widened, and everything came flooding in an instant. A vast sea of green penetrated into his field of vision, and tall towering ancient trees rose from the ground, their green leaves were layered and covered with branches, like huge green umbrellas held up, one after the other, forming this forest sea.

Just below a few of the "green umbrellas", a few wisps of white cooking smoke soared upward. In this tranquil forest, a small village is hidden.

Like a medieval rural painting, the yellowed parchment is dotted with vivid colors, and everything ancient suddenly appears before his eyes:

The shepherd boy is singing in the field, the village girl has just returned from fetching water in the center of the village, and several yellow dogs are running over the dirt road, surrounded by the old man playing the bagpipes. There were also some naughty children who were floating with stones by the river, shouting loudly......

Listening to the villagers, one can learn that the village is called "Mossy Stone", located in the territory of the kingdom of Kedran in the west-central part of the Middle Ages, and the territory of this country includes the entire forest.

The owner of the village is an old lord in the kingdom, he is an upright person, as long as the people come to ask for help, even if it is a trivial matter, he will be patient and administer justice, so the people in the village call him "just lord" Fanna.

It was around this time that the villagers stopped talking and their eyes were fixed on the village gate.

For there appeared a strange man, who seemed to be wounded in battle, and walked a little lightly, and almost fell several times.

Dark red blood slid down his forehead, soaking the man's snow-white hair and leaving mottled blood stains on his equally plain robes. He had visible scars on his arms and shoulders. It is not difficult to surmise that this uninvited guest must have experienced a fierce battle before arriving here.

The stranger supported his body with a strange, broken sword without a tip—the broken sword emitted bursts of cold light, and the blade was so clear that it seemed to be able to see a person's face. This sword must be a rare treasure, but its fracture is really a great sigh.

He walked towards the onlookers while holding his broken sword. He raised his head and revealed a pair of orange eyes that were as clear as water, which immediately caught the attention of the villagers, who looked into the eyes of the stranger with amazement.

"Ah, this gentleman, you look like you need help. Seeing this, the kind old village chief couldn't help but help the injured stranger, and let out a sigh of emotion, "You look like you're only in your twenties, hmm... He was so badly injured!"

"Excuse me... Can you take me in for the night?" asked the uninvited guest, gasping for breath with a bloodless face.

"Absolutely... Come on, help me get this gentleman into my house!"

"Thank you... Also, if someone comes to find out about me... Please don't give away I'm here. ”

"Of course. ”

The village chief opened the wooden door of a longhouse, instructed a few sturdy young men to help the wounded stranger onto the wooden bed by the window, and then treated his wounds briefly and bandaged them with gauze.

Back then, when the old village chief didn't have crow's feet in the corners of his eyes and his bones were as strong as a young man, he was a wandering healer who roamed the territory of Kedelan, but fortunately this skill has not been forgotten.

The village chief asked the stranger again: "If it is convenient, I would like to know what is the name of the gentleman and where he comes from?"

"I am Sir de Bezelle, who has fled to your village from the territory of neighbouring St. Barion. ”

The village chief's many years of experience in the city and countryside couldn't help but make him think, it turned out that this stranger was a knight, maybe this kind of person who wielded a gun and sword would bring trouble to the village, if this knight was caught for violating the laws of the country, then if he shielded him, the consequences would be very serious.

Therefore, the village chief also needs to ask cautiously: "Then, Mr. Bezel, can you tell me why those people are chasing you?"

"Because ......"

Before Sir Bezel could reply, there was a "bang", and a thin middle-aged villager recklessly pushed the door open, interrupting the conversation between the two, and he hurried to the chief of the village, rolling and crawling, looking nervous.

"No, it's not good! Village chief, just now three more strange people in black cloaks came outside the village, and when they came in, they injured several people, saying that they wanted the village chief to come out and speak, otherwise they would burn the whole village!"

"What?!" The village chief couldn't help but look at the knight on the side, and suddenly understood, and then sighed softly, "Okay, don't be nervous, Lufeo, I'll meet them right away." ”

"I didn't expect... They've come to the door so quickly. Bezel smiled reluctantly, "I hope you won't be affected by me......"

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The village chief followed Lufeo to the entrance of the village, and saw the three black-cloaked monsters pulling a shepherd boy by the collar and asking something.

The appearance of these strange people can also be described as extremely strange, and their faces are not covered by hoods, and there are tattoos like tree vines, which twist and turn to the corners of their eyes.

In their hands they held a wooden staff with thorns on top, the sharp thorns dripping with emerald venom, like the teeth of a viper.

"It's those Black Forest heretics!" muttered the village chief. They are all crazy and ignorant people, who can do all kinds of evil for the sake of heresies.

"Black Forest Heresy" is the name given to the followers of the Earth Tree by the Ketland people, who worship a deity called the Earth Tree God, believing that the Grass Forest was created by the Earth Tree God, and that by believing in it, one can gain access to a supernatural power, although this is just the nonsense of some mystics.

"Are you the village chief here?" said one of the three heretics with a goatee, like an ugly man in the lead.

"That's right, I'm the village chief, so please let go of that kid, we can talk about it if you have something. ”

Goatee smiled contemptuously and let go of the shepherd boy. As soon as the shepherd boy was released, he fled in fear.

"Don't be nervous, we are all people living in the same forest created by the god of the earth tree. "We're just looking for a shameful heretic, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with silver-white hair, striking orange eyes, a white robe, and a broken sword, I wonder if you see this man?"

The village chief hated these heretics, not just him, but everybody, and many of them had seen or heard of heretics attacking priests and bishops.

But the village chief could only suppress his anger and calmly replied to them: "I am sorry, my esteemed 'missionary' gentlemen, we have not seen such a suspicious person. If we did, I don't think we would have to hide it from the noble apostles of the Earth Tree God. ”

"Yes, but I saw him fleeing in the direction of here. ”

"Gentlemen, it could be that he was passing by our Rock Village. He had never entered the village. ”

"I believe in you, village chief. However, we still have to do some research in your village to make sure nothing goes wrong. ”

The village chief's face twitched, "But you are neither soldiers of the kingdom, nor are you envoys of the king or lord, and according to the sacred laws of Kedran you have no right to search people's homes. ”

"So, you're not going to do God's will?"

When he said this, Goatee tightened his grip on the thorns in his hand, and a faint killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The villagers next to the village chief couldn't hold their breath anymore and strode directly towards the outside of the village.

"Village Chief, these three guys dressed up as Hanako are purely here to find trouble, I'll go to the city and report to the lord now. Don't talk nonsense with them!"

"Stop, Lufeo, don't!"

As he spoke, the goatee's eyes narrowed, his right hand was raised, and the wooden staff swept through the dust, and the thorns pierced the air with a loud thud, and stabbed the poor man in the abdomen.

"The entire medieval continent is in the midst of war, and I advise you not to waste your time looking for those lords. Goatee lowered the thorn staff a little deeper, the tattoos on his face seemed to move, and the vines spread to his neck, "They only care about profit and fighting." ”

Small spikes can't kill people, but they can make life worse than death.

After the villager named Lu Feio was stabbed, he first had a violent spasm like an electric shock, and then a small bag protruded on some parts of the surface of the skin, gradually expanding and enlarged, and finally suddenly burst open with a "bang"!

The wound sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the tiny vines of the plant swelled wildly! The sharp barbs wounded and cut through his body in an instant, like a poisonous snake bite, bringing a fatal wound.

"You!" exclaimed the village chief, almost falling to the ground, "this is the act of a mob, and the true gods will punish you." ”

Goatee smiled, his eyes narrowed into blades, and with a wave of his left hand, the two heretics behind him slowly walked towards the village chief.

"No, we represent God. ”