The southern part of Alesia is very close to the Sea of Mist, and the ocean currents carry warm and moist air currents from the depths of the sea, and the cumulonimbus clouds keep drifting northward, spilling abundant rain onto the earth, even the abnormal weather that pervades the whole of Wallis cannot stop this air current.

The weather here is changing, the sun was shining just now, but in the blink of an eye, it was already cloudy. It had only been more than ten minutes since Fern had heard the sound of the waterfall and he had followed the sound when the downpour suddenly fell from the sky, as if the entire sea of mist had been poured down.

The outer layer of Fern's cloak was coated with a layer of grease that could slightly resist some of the rain, but it was completely soaked under the ravages of this rain. Rainwater seeped into the cloak and effortlessly soaked all the clothes inside, including the package containing the food.

Even worse than being soaked was that there was no way to walk in the whole forest, and the original dirt road was submerged in water, and at a glance, there was only a sea of weeds that came out of the water. With each step, Fern needed to test the depth of the water with his sword to prevent himself from stepping into the deep pool, so his speed dropped suddenly.

Thunder and torrential rain raged over the forest, drowning down the sound of the waterfall, but Fern could still tell the direction of the fall. After walking on the road for almost two hours, the dense trees around him were left behind, and a large clearing suddenly appeared in front of him. In front of the clearing, the rumbling sound of water fell from the sky, stirring up a vast white vapour of water vapor to fill the air.

As far as the water vapor can see, the majestic waterfall is divided into three streams, each of which is a hundred paces wide and flows down from a height of dozens of yards. On top of the first waterfall, three more waterfalls fall from above, and the water vapor stirred up seems to weave a white curtain between the two waterfalls. At the highest point, the last waterfall with a drop of more than 100 yards falls vertically from the top of the towering mountain, as if pouring directly from the sky, looking up from the foot of the mountain, the three-tiered waterfall gradually decreases from high to low, but the water flow is getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of different degrees is the same as these three-tiered waterfalls. A total of seven waterfalls from top to bottom make up this majestic landscape, which is why it is known as Shichijin Falls.

Fern stepped into the vapor, and the landscape around him became blurred, only the sound of water still guiding him ahead. Standing at the bottom of the waterfall, feeling the shock of the rumbling water, I let my already soaked body be wrapped in water vapor again, and I couldn't tell whether the water on my face was rain or waterfall water, or tears.

The rain gradually lightened, but the sky did not brighten, it was already dusk, and it was not far from dark. Fern wiped his face, stepped out of the mist, and looked around the waterfall, eventually spotting a nondescript path in a weed patch on the left. It took a few moments to walk up the muddy path to the clearing next to the second waterfall, and it was almost dark by this time, with only a glimmer of light shining on the faint outline of the room ahead.

Without hesitation, Fern walked straight to the house, he was soaking wet, and it was getting dark, and he desperately needed a place to rest. When he got closer, Fern realized that there was more than one room there, and there were almost a dozen of them, large and small, scattered in the woods. After looking at the location of the house, Fern chose the cabin closest to the waterfall.

The furnishings in the hut were very simple, there was nothing but a few chairs, not even a table. Fern didn't care about that much, and drew his sword and slashed the chair into several pieces before it got dark. Then he took out the flint and velvet wrapped in several layers of tarpaulin and sheepskin pockets on his belt and put them in his hand, but fortunately these things were not wet, and sighed, Fern began to make a fire skillfully. Soon the fire was ignited, and Fern lit the shards of the chair that had been cut into small pieces, and when the fire was a little bigger, he stacked larger pieces of wood on top of it, and he did not relax until the fire had stabilized.

It was already pitch black outside, and the inside of the house was a shelter in the light of the fire. Fern took off his wet coat and hung it on the hilt and scabbard of his sword, his cloak hung on a hook on the wall, and his underwear was simply worn over his body and waited for the heat of the fire to dry.

The package was completely wet, and the only bread left inside was soaked and completely inedible. Fern tossed the wet bread aside, took out two pears to make his hungry stomach feel better, and finally fell asleep on the spot warmed by a pot of hot water.

Queai appeared in his dream, and the girl's charming face fascinated him, but no matter how much he chased, he could never keep up with the girl. Fern tossed and turned on the hard ground, dreams tormenting him and preventing him from falling into a deep sleep. At that moment, a strange sensation struck him, and in the haze, someone seemed to have entered the room, and Fern sat up from the ground abruptly.

"Don't move, or your heart will be pierced in the next second!" a hoarse whisper rang in his ears.

Fern didn't move, the man who could get that close before he knew it was no one to be idle, and he knew that the man would do what he said. "What do you want?"

"Looks like you're not sleeping soundly. Another figure stepped out of the shadows and sat down across from the extinguished fire, his torch in his hand and thrust into the hard mud. "Who are you and why are you here?"

Through the firelight, Fern could see the other man's appearance, the man was wearing a thin brown cloak, the hood hung down from the back of his head, revealing gray hair, and his face had many wrinkles, indicating that he was not young. His clothes were different, small pieces of animal skin and wool were coarsely stitched together, so tight that Fern even suspected that the thick threads were about to break. His boots were made of waterproof leather that went down to his calves. "I'm a mercenary, I'm here to find someone. ”

"Looking for someone? The people here are almost gone, and the rest of the people have moved up. The man raised his hand and pointed to the roof. "This is Shimomura, and there is no one left. ”

Only then did Fern hear the accent of the other man, which was not any of the regions he could recognize. "And who are you?"

The man's eyes swept over the sword at Fern's waist. "We are sentinels and are here for vigil. ”

"You're not locals, where are you from?" Fern continued.

"All you need to do is answer. The voice behind him rang out again.

The gray-haired middle-aged man waved his hand. "It's true that we are not locals, what kind of people are you looking for when you just said you came here to find someone?"

Fern looked into the man's eyes, which were brown eyes. "The two mages, both female, one very young, the other slightly older. ”

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at Fern. "I know one of them, the older one you're looking for, but how can I be sure you don't have bad intentions?"

"You know I have no ill will. Fern replied confidently, "It's like I know you don't either." ”

The man reached out and touched the garment that hung from the hilt of his sword. "It's dry, put it on, and come with us. ”

Fern glanced back at the figure behind him, which seemed to be a little farther away from him, so he stood up and picked up his coat, which was not completely dry, but at least it didn't feel too uncomfortable to drape it on. "My name is Fern. He put on his coat and stood there staring at the gray-haired man.

The man slowly stood up, his eyes sharp back at Fern. "I'm Karel, he's sick, we're from Saka......" he said, stooping down and pulling out the torch from the ground and walking towards the door. "The Eastern Continent you are talking about. ”